Welcome to Gaia! ::

With a wide smile she looked out the small window showing glimpses of the sidewalk at head height outside. V felt the warm arms of her lover wrap around her. Holding tight and gently.

Syn rested her small chin on the vampires cold shoulder and smiled with her. They knew it would take time to get everything back to normal. They also accepted that things where no going to be the same anymore. Many people where lost. Some would never find their way back.

There was still hope.

With a soft kiss to V's neck Syn retreated back to a small stool. One that now rests where she once sat. It was odd but had a small familiar comfort. V busted herself to the counter where she sat cross legged next to the cash register. It was easier this time. She had them build the counter six inches shorter. She lit up a cherry cigarillo and breathed deep the incense of cherry's filling her new bar. She had great hopes for this place, and a good feeling.

Trudging into the bar looking like he had just been through hell, Marcus hung up his hat on the coat rack and slumped into a stool at the bar. Shutting his eyes, he let out a sigh, then opened them again. "Barkeep," he said in an emotionally drained tone, "gimme the strongest drink you've got. I need a memory eraser."

Taking the drink, Marcus finished it in one motion and set the glass on the counter again, letting out a gasp. "You don't know the half of it. Lycans ambushing my most loyal Vampire client, my best Lycan client having a heart attack two minutes before I got to him... I've lost so much invested time and money today... It's worse than the stock market crash. Can I get another?" He rubbed his eye with his palm, stretching a bit.

V smiled softly as she slipped herself down from the counter to stand in front of the man and next to her bartender. "If they want something strong just give them a straight shot. It'll do the job." She sat an empty shot glass in front of him as she poured from a glass bottle filled with a dark amber liquid.

Rachel's eyes went wide and she winced. "Oh dear..." She looked to her beloved boss and gulped. "Should we help him?" She asked, looking a little hopeless. She didn't like fighting but could if it was needed. Racheal frowned a little and cocked her head to the side.

"Metal, blood bags, clothing, meat. You know, living essentials. The only weapons I have are my revolver and my katana, and that's only because I need protection and I don't wanna shell out for a bodyguard." Drinking his other shot, he coughed again, setting the glass down before he pounded his chest, clearing out a pain from a little going down the wrong pipe. "It's a passive and painfully difficult business, but thankfully I have good suppliers who are just as neutral as me. If you all want, I could look into trying to get you some more rare and expensive spirits." Despite the fact that he had taken two shots of hard alcohol, he wasn't showing even the slightest bit of drunkenness.

Syn was the one who spoke up first. "Oh you old c**t." She laughed without lifting her eyes from her book. "Of course V would help. She always does." Laughing she placed the book down on the bar top and watched with amusement at the death glare Victoria leveled at her.

"It's settled then I suppose." V started softly. "There's two studio rooms upstairs. You may have one. Rent is 300 a month, If you're going to be late on it tell me, don't lie. You work on getting supply in my bar I'll drop the rent a bit." She poured herself and the gentlemen another shot. "The name is Victoria. What will I be calling you?" She asked as she held her shot out for a toast.