The Gangrel stomped down the stairs of her haven and growled as the knocking got louder.

"I'm coming!" She snarled, wrenching the door open and stopping short.

"Well..." Strauss said, his voice laced with a quiet, venomous fury, "Would you like to explain why I just received this?" As he said this he held up an envelope in a manner similar as to how one would hold a slimy lab specimen.

"Oh dear lord..." If she had been alive she would have taken on the colourings of a tomato. "That isn't what I think it is... Is it?"

"I'm assuming that it probably is. I'm still waiting for a very good explanation as to why this was sent to me." She simply stared in horror for a moment until she snapped back to the matter at hand. Why the hell had somebody (ahemGaryahem) sent the poster to Strauss? If he was aiming to get her killed then that definitely seemed to be on the cards... but was that really what he was aiming for? No, that was a tad extreme. Total and utter humiliation on her part, perhaps? Well hot diggity he'd succeeded on that front! Strauss coughed forcefully, reminding her that he was still waiting and she mentally shook herself out of her reverie.

"Sorry, please come in, while I try to explain." She might as well be polite. It might be the difference between unlife and final death. His expression slightly less livid he glided into her apartment and, without waiting for any invite, sat down on her couch. She was so very tempted to say "make yourself at home" but she bit back the comment. It was so not worth it. "I'd offer you something to drink-" Strauss raised his hand to decline the offer and the room went back to the awkward, chilly silence.

"Well, I see that I'm not the first to arrive." Strauss and the young Gangrel glanced up to see Beckett leaning against the front door, his arms folded and a lazy grin across his face. The young woman put her head in her hands and let out a slightly muffled groaned.

"Please tell me you weren't sent one of those-"

"Posters?"

"...Shit." She ignored the expression on Strauss' face at her rather ineloquent language and rubbed her temples. "This night is just getting better and better..."

"The neonate was just about to explain to me why this abomination" Strauss gestured to the envelopes on the table in disgust "has been circulated."

"Yes, I was quite curious about that as well..." The young woman sighed heavily.

"Look, I am so sorry about this, but for one thing I didn't know this was being sent about until now, and for another, only the face in that photo is mine!"

"How can only the face be yours?" Strauss asked in frustration, whilst Beckett looked mildly puzzled.

"Computers. Gary got my photo and obviously had somebody Photoshop my face to some porn photo." She growled.

"Photoshop?" Dear god, had these people never heard of a computer? Well Strauss was likely several hundred years old and had probably been cooped up in that damned Chantry for most of it, but Beckett had no excuse. He'd seen the world. He travelled. He was hardly sheltered from today's life style!

"It's a computer program." she sighed vaguely, waving it away.

There was a brief knock at the door and the head of Nines Rodriguez poked round the door.

"Uh... kid?"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE! NOT YOU TOO?!"

"...I'm guessing you know about that then..." The ferocious look on the Gangrel's face gave him the answer.

"GARY GOLDEN, I'M GOING TO SKIN YOUR UGLY-ASS BEHIND, DISEMBOWEL YOU AND USE YOUR FECKING GUTS FOR GARTERS!"

"Like the ones in the poster?"

"SHUT UP, BECKETT!"? The girl took a few deep (and unnecessary) breaths to calm herself then looked back at the slowly increasing congregation of kindred littering her apartment. "Okay, I'm very sorry that you all got dragged into this, but believe me I REALLY wish that this had never happened."

"Why on earth would you think that letting Mr Golden get your photograph was a good idea?" Strauss looked at her like she was an idiot. It was probably justified.

"I hardly imagined he was going to do this!" Beckett opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the phone ringing. "Sorry, do you mind if I get that?"

"Go ahead." The Gangrel strode over to the kitchen and picked up the receiver.

"Hell-" She was cut off by the person on the opposite end screaming at her. "Prince LaCroix, please let me explain!"

FIN