Prideview Apartments

WHO: Mick St. John
WHERE: Just outside Jason's apt
WHEN: Today, evening
RATING: G
STATUS: Complete (Narrative)

So, Mick had been thinking. His apology to Jason didn't quite cut it. He'd pretty much accused him, repeatedly, of being insane. Not necessarily in so many words, but it was one of those situations where it was the thought that counted. And he did think Jason was absolutely nuts at first.

It had taken him a few days to figure out what he should do. After all, Hallmark didn't make a "Sorry I didn't believe that you're a werewolf" card. Not even for Halloween. He did however, manage to come up with something. Then it took a bit more time to get what he needed.

So now, almost a week later, here he was, standing outside apartment 234 again, with a small envelope in his hand. Making sure he didn't hear anyone nearby, he slid it under the door. Without knocking, he was headed back to his apartment. He didn't feel like explaining himself to anyone, especially Jason right now.
( Inside the envelope... )

WHO: Mick St. John & Heather Kessler
WHERE: Mick's Penthouse
WHEN: Yesterday (Backdated) After Josef grabbed bags of blood, as referenced here.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Complete

Once Josef left, Mick called Heather, and invited her over. After which, he straightened up the apartment in preparation for a guest. First, he removed the obvious vamp clues. He put the blood away, and cleaned off any stray glasses. He looked it over one more time to make sure that it there was nothing out that would raise any questions. Then he handled the normal stuff, such as putting away files, and removing clutter from the couches and tables.

He had surprised himself by even asking her over, but he needed a someone to talk to. Someone who was uninvolved in the whole mess, someone without the investments that others had. Besides, his two closest friends had their own problems to deal with. Beth was going through so much right now, he wasn't going to bring his problems to her door. Josef had Sarah to deal with. Not to say that Lady Heather might not be having problems of her own. A pang of guilt hit his stomach, and he wondered if he should call to cancel.

Maybe he shouldn't put this on her. He looked at the phone on the wall, and weighed his options.