who. Weevil, Solvei, and Veronica will join them in a bit
what. Fuck if I know. Talking.
when. Today
where. Solvei's bakery


Weevil was trying to keep things straight. He was feeling bored, lonely. There was work and little else. And there were only so many times you could keep your eye on a cheating wife or husband before you snapped a little. Work wasn't that great, anyway. There wasn't much variety. Weevil didn't feel like he was really helping anybody and that sucked. He felt restless. When he didn't have anything better to do, he'd hook up with some stranger or Lilly. He'd long to go back home, back to his gang. He had a good life here. He had more money that he'd ever needed. And he still wasn't happy. Figured.

There was something about Solvei that Weevil was attracted to. Probably her face. He had a soft spot for that face, despite his best efforts. So before he left for California, he packed a small bag and headed for her place. She worked at a bakery and slayed vampires at night. That was different and interesting.

Weevil walked through the door and looked around. It was a nice little place. The kind of place he'd never normally step foot in. He stood out with his tattoos, his gold chain, his wife beater. But he walked tall anyway. He looked around for a blond head of hair.