<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uTXjCJj.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Alice</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Munsee-Hudson Warehouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All present<br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/26212)</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Willpower</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Blood</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>-0</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>-1</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>-2</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>-5</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>Inc</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em></em></li></ul></div></div></div><hr/><br/>As Tariq took one of her hands the other went to the hem of her skirt, raising it slightly as she dipped in a mock curtsy while he feigned a dignified kissing of her hand.  With a masque of girlish innocence she giggled at the flick of his tongue along her middle finger as well as his comment.  "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," the Siren replied once again with a tone that implied that she knew exactly what Tariq really meant.  She brought the same middle finger to her blue lips and slid her own tong against the light pad of her fingertip, wetting it slightly.  As Tariq turned she let her hand drift up to run the wetted tip along his jaw playfully before he addressed the others.<br/><br/>She paid what seemed to be half-attention to the dealings of the others as she slipped out of her jacket, fully revealing the outfit beneath.  With a pair of hooked fingers she draped the jacket over her shoulder and stood with a disinterested appearance with her other hand on her hip.  In reality she listened keenly to what was being said and took mirthful note of Kifah's apparent anger at Alice's dealings with Tariq.  Her blue lips split with a faint grin, the hint of a fang barely revealed.  The presence of the Ravnos hadn't gone unnoticed, and she cast the same grin in her direction.  Her eyes drifted up to where the other vampire was perched, someone she might not have noticed before Tariq had called attention to her.<br/><br/>The male that they had been speaking to beforehand seemed to remain quiet, so she seemed not to take much interest in him as of yet.  Having taken stock of the surroundings and the others she followed the others inside the warehouse where the rites would be held, cooing softly after Tariq after they had all slipped into the musky darkness of the warehouse, "And you haven't even introduced us all, like a proper gentleman."  She tossed her jacket onto a nearby crate with careless disregard, the thud it made as it landed clearly indicating there was<em>something</em>hidden inside.  Her boots made soft thudding sounds against the floor which echoed strangely within the building as she slipped up behind the Ventrue Tim placing her hands on his shoulders lightly.  "What about you," she asked, as she leaned in a little closer behind him, "you seem<em>much</em>more polite than dear Tariq..." she grinned while looking past Tim's shoulder towards Tariq, flashing him a little wink.