Vivienne blinked.<strong>"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? Oh how silly of me. My name is Vivienne Bellamont, owner of Club Blood. Charmed."</strong>The man's statements didn't seem to sting or get underneath Vivienne's skin. She was either dense (not likely) or had the self-esteem of a paragon of confidence.<br/><strong><br/>"Yes yes, bewaaaare. Scary sheep might figure out the truuuuth. I'm not one that will be in trouble due to idiocy. If someone else fucks up, that's their problem. If the young elders realize that my place works, and someone MY age thinks it up, you'd think people would stop nitpicking and repeating the obvious."</strong>She rolled her eyes, as if she'd been warned about this sort of thing more than once before. Which was likely.