I know the management..mostly (Logan)
The crone stretched and rolled over to find that the bed was empty. It wasn't overly shocking, but there were times she did like waking up to the Viking's cool body beside hers. She smiled slightly, knowing he was somewhere in the City without even trying. She could find him, pinpoint him, and be at his side as quickly as she'd like, but she was pleased with simply knowing he was indeed around and did not seem to be in any trouble. A hint angry perhaps but not in trouble.
She stretched again, got out of bed, and put on the usual summer dress and sandals after a quick shower and a look in the mirror. She had changed, and she might continue. It bothered her on a little; she liked being more in control, yet she knew it wasn't always in her grasp. She laughed softly at how she seemed to accept that a little better at that particular moment. With a shrug, she headed out.
Her destination was wherever the City took her. They weren't as connected as they had been, but the City wasn't keeping itself completely from her either. She had access to its power, and tonight, she simply let it change the streets around her. Of course, when it put a building directly in her path she might have been a touch upset, but, keeping with the rather laid back theme of the evening, she only slapped the building's wall and turned, stopping when she saw what felt more like a bad monster movie monstrosity, even if it didn't appear to be obviously so.
It was but wasn't Fangtasia. Well, the City had something in mind for her after all.
She stepped off the curb, crossed the street, and walked in, only to be hit by just how wrong the City had gotten it. The crone tsked softly as she took a seat on the more vampiric side of the bar.
"You really screwed this one up, didn't you?" The crone spoke softly into the air.