So Beltane wound up bein’ worth the damn hype. We all get ta Diana’s and the evening is startin’ off pretty slow. I head off ta the bar, right? Decide ta give Mekere some space, she didn’t need me tryin’ ta be up her arse just yet, and I find this table of nockers havin’ a pissin’ contest. I decide ta listen in, and this one bitch gets all uppity, reminds me of Tits all too much, gets me right nettled. I head out ta the floor ta find Mekere, bleed off some tension, and that did the trick perfectly. Cleared me head enough ta cook up this beautiful little ‘improvised explosive device’ ta teach the cunt at the bar a lesson in humility. Got laid twice, the pervert was off somewhere not botherin’ me, I got ta both burn and sully a bitch who had it comin’, and right then I was waitin’ on a contact from Midori ta get Tits’ release out o’ the way. It had been a damn good day.
Then everything went south in a fuckin’ hurry. I spotted a Sidhe-He movin’ for Katrina and Mekere in a damned rush, obviously some business about him, but they were out on the main floor and I was a flight o’ stairs above ‘em. I rushed as quick as I could fer the intercept, but he had too much of a lead on me; the shitwit shanked my Snakes. The hare and the troll got there first and turned his arse inside out, and right behind me were Diana and Nicholas, another couple o’ sidhe. We get Mekere up ta the bedroom we’d just come out of, and while the troll was workin’ o’er the bag o’ sheep shit what did this to her, the Baroness and I had a ‘disagreement’ about how ta handle Mekere’s treatment. See, she wanted ta take Snakes down to her balefire fer some proper healing from the blade’s poison, and wanted me ta stay behind. I politely disagreed with a fuckin’ wrench to her head.
So we head down ta the basement hallway, I’ve got the pervert and the sidhe who came with us taggin’ along now, and Diana gets all uppity again about me goin’ in with ‘em. Before I could ‘disagree’ a second time, she works some damned cantrip that tangled me in the fuckin’ tapestry. I was so damn nettled I… I honestly don’t remember much of what happened fer a bit after that.
Next thing I remember, another damn sidhe, this one callin’ himself Adrian, works that damn submission art over the 3 of us left behind. Tells me I’ve got somethin’ off about me glamour, that’s the reason I can’t go in with Mekere. I check, and damned if I didn’t look a little off after all. Fine, I didn’t want ta put Snakes in more trouble than she was in, so I went upstairs ta help out with the poor fuckwit who did the deed instead.
Here’s a bit o’ advice: Don’t get into a cockfight with a troll unless yer better armed than them. Much better armed. That’s all I’m sayin’ on that.