'You wear them until you learn Ralphie…'

Jeff chuckled under his breath and returned to changing channels with a speed and frequency that only males seemed to possess. The front door swung open and Jeff clicked off the television to rise and greet them.

"Jeff - take this." Christian said as Jeff came into his view. Christian held the bottle of Chartreuse out and Jeff eyed it briefly, then took it, noticing Gabrielle unsettlingly looking around, and for a moment he thought the flecks of gold in her eyes had been replaced with green.

"She didn't feed?"

"No, but she did drink. I'm taking her up." Christian began to climb the stairs, half pulling Gabrielle. "And Jeff? You either finish what's in that bottle or put it away for a bit. She doesn’t need to be drunk every night." Jeff watched them walk upstairs, and set the bottle on the living room table, wondering just what the hell it was.

"You know Edge, I'm still hungry." Even though his words were slurred, the British accept helped retain a shred of dignity. Nobody stumbled out to the balcony, slightly aware of the sun starting to rise. "I'm used to having someone all to myself, and now I have to share." Edge, still resting on the stained, faded couch groaned.

"Don't fucking complain. You didn't have to. And do you actually think you would have made it out of the bar by yourself after dining on that whole man?" Nobody turned and drew the black curtains. At least the were black now, and somewhat resembled curtains.

"Much as I hate admitting it, you do have a point. And now we have to wait all day for another…" throwing himself down by the television, he turned it on, and left it on some sort of cartoon. "So, do we have an agenda for tomorrow? Shall we grab that bitch Gabrielle of yours, or wait some more?"

"I wanna play with her first." Edge grinned widely. "For a few nights at least, and fuck with her head."

"Great plan. I like it. You were always good at the head games. Do I have a part in this?"

"Nope."

"Bastard." He mumbled, kicking the table and sending bottles of every imaginable size, shape and color flying.

"Get a maid. This place is a mess." Edge remarked, rolling over and falling into a restless drunken sleep once again, the kind of sleep he always seemed stuck in when he was around Nobody.