Lucas stood up, getting the feeling that Andrew wasn't biting on the particular bait in which he'd used. "Here me out now." He said putting his hands up. "There is one thing your sister loves more than blood, or at least pretends to, more than sex." He grinned. "Money. She loves money, there is no denying that. The blood money is in two weeks, maybe three I'm not sure that shits for vampires." Lucas said waving that thought off, it was irrelevant. "And this, my good sir, with why someone graced us with a vampire named Millie, that and vampires who like to through 'elegant' parties. All we do is tell her that someone wants to pay us to host a party for them with our liquor, and they need a consultation with her on where she'd like to set up the make shift bar."<br/><br/>As Lucas explained he hopped on the back of one of the chairs, it seeming to be his favorite place. "That's where Millie, and you my good sir come in. She'll be in charge of getting Alora a dress and mask, god knows the woman would kill us if she were the only one not dressed for<em>her</em>surprise party. And you, once she's at Gomorrah will assure her that Red is closed for the night and she needs to relax." Lucas smiled as he finished telling his plan. It seemed like it would work, after all they wouldn't be lying to her. Vampires would want to throw a party, they did every year, though usually at Nevaeh and not Gomorrah.<br/><br/>Alice shivered, her teeth clamped firmly shut she they wouldn't chatter slightly in her mind she chanted 'cold water, cold water, cold water, thin clothes, thin clothes, thin clothes.' Why the hell had she left her room in her black slacks and a light blue blouse she'd never know. Her clothes stuck to her, the shirt showing off the hot pink color of her bra beneath her shirt, the temptation of even pinker nipples popping up rapidly. Alice caught the towel that Alora tossed to her with a small smile. "I figured that was what she meant." Alice told everyone honestly.<br/><br/>"I just didn't want to be a pussy." She added. "Can I have a mango daiquiri?" She asked again though this time she left off the virgin part and began to dry her neck and face off, she'd put her hair up so that it wouldn't get too wet and, much to her happiness, it still felt relatively dry. Which was fantastic, when Alice's hair got wet it had a tendency to curl up on her.