Joseph & Rhys
"I know, love," Joseph said as he shrugged into the sweater. "But I have to." He was a ranking member of the court, the one with the closest haven, and beyond duty, Anastasia was a friend. He was a little surprised when Rhys slipped the black beaded bracelet onto his wrist. He couldn't help but smile, especially as his lover kissed his hand and offered his demand.
Pulling Rhys into a proper kiss, he couldn't let it linger. "I'm leaving Bruno here with you," he told his young lover. "You two are in charge of triaging the wounded Kindred that will be coming. The other ghoul is coming with me. The rest of the cast and crew can help out as they will."
Reluctantly moving away from Rhys so he could shuck off his trousers and put on the jeans and heavy duty boots Bruno had brought him. He doubted the ghoul was any happier about his orders than Rhys, but Bruno was more useful here, directing things and helping his lover care for the wounded.
Once he was dressed, he moved to the window. "The other reason you're not coming," he said as he grinned. "You won't be able to keep up." With that, he stepped out on the fire escape and leapt to the one across the alleyway with ease. One last cheeky wave and he disappeared into the night.
Bruno sighed and looked at Rhys. "I hate when he does that," the Frenchman muttered. "I'll get the the others organized. The show is over in fifteen minutes. We'll try to get everyone out as quick as possible. I'll send up a couple of girls to help you with anything you need."