<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>Still smiling, Rose said, "There's maybe some who'll be disappointed not to see me tonight, but they'll just have to deal with it. They can wait." She stood then, made her way across the room, her glass set down by Marco as she passed en route to the far door. Not the door they'd used to enter. Not like it'd been hard to make out which part of the place he used to sleep. Through there and around the corner, just out of sight while he fixed himself another drink. Little while later, her tank top came fluttering back out the door without her.<br/><br/>"Bring the bottle. Could be a long night."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Come morning Rose is up and about, fresh and clear from the first night in a while she'd spent with only minimal concerns about getting jumped in her sleep. Some benefits to hanging around the better-guarded sections of the hardhold! Once Marco's up she'd go about explaining to him - and whatever new pups he'd picked to go for walkies with them - where they were headed. Not so much the "why" of it, 'cause that wasn't their business. "Where" and "who" were the important bits.<br/><br/>"Could be Thumbs is a little touchy I didn't pay him a visit last night like I'd said I would, but hey, shit happens. Just watch yourselves in case he's in the mood to do somethin' stupid, yeah? Should go nice and smooth, but be ready for it not to. So let's get; sooner the better." Whenever they're ready, it's off to Thumbs' place to lay out the new deal! The one in which he pretty much gets told to go fuck himself. Maybe more politely than that. But probably not.