"It definitely was, very Rose-like, and very me, I won't lie there." Briar smirked around the rim of her mug as she took another sip before placing it back down to hold in the crease of her lap. Fingering a lock of hair by her ear, she thought about how best to explain this without coming off too bizarre. The last thing she wanted was to alarm Charlotte anymore then she probably already had. At least she was finally facing Briar again instead of hiding in between her own legs.
"Well. It was run by Nick Lafayette, a dear friend and reincarnate of a demon named Crowley. He was trying to start his own religion, I suppose, and it was the seventies. Surprisingly he attracted a somewhat large following for awhile, all either Ageless or your run of the mill hippies. It was located on a painted bus in the middle of California, I heard of it because I'd met Miri, who you know, during the wars. We were both there. And, well. It was the seventies. Drugs, sex, off-the-wall religious rhetoric, everyone ate it up. Well, the hippies did. I think all of us Ageless were just in it for the shits and giggles, anyway, it was fun for awhile, but I moved on quickly. Not something you want to get caught up in forever."