InsaneJournal

WHO: Malena Valle and Jack Sweeney
WHEN: Week 6, Saturday Night
WHERE: Jack's house at first, then out into Jannati
WHAT: Lock your doors, because here comes trouble. Malena and Jack party like it's 1799.
RATING: High rating
STATUS: Closed, in progress

The snarky wolf-bitch of Jack's had been making a splash on the internet. Jack's twiggy slave was interested in her master? She'd live longer not knowing, that was for sure. Malena, already dead, knew herself to be one of his type. Jack Sweeney was someone she'd known a lifetime ago, several in fact. Feeling old, the blonde flicked the leather reins.

She's stolen a pair of horses and an old hay-ride riding trailer. It was converted into a picnic ride, complete with squirming appetizer.The B positive, brunette blood bag trying to untie themselves on the floor of the empty trailer started to squeal. So the buggy wasn't the elegant or classic the way she'd wanted, but she'd put in an effort stealing it the night before. The ride was tediously slow down the road, hooves clapping on the pavement until she turned up the drive to Jack's island home. She could go faster, but it was fun to flip off the honking car behind her a bit ago. Pulling up to the steps of the house, smug Malena hopped down and went to tap on the door knocker sweetly twice.

The vampire could hardly wait to see her friend. They'd drunk families dry when they were younger, but he was always so dark even then. Knocking on the door loudly, she called through the wood. "Did somebody order Mexican?"