Ariel couldn't help but scoff for a moment but then turned and offered, "Time to play a little game I like to call 'is he drunk, or is he Malkavian?' There are never any winners." And it was a game he had played many times before, losing almost every time.
The pathway started towards the main road but almost immediately double backed and went deeper down the alleyway. Deeper. Darker. His shoulders tensed and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Clearly, the gears were whirring in his mind as he made a gesture back towards where they had come from and now the darker mouth of the alley, thinking to himself. "Great place for an ambush..."