It had been a long couple of nights since he had first woken up butt he Disciple was finally ready to mingle amongst his people. There'd be old faces and new faces and he just hoped he didn't end up wanting to smash some new faces to bits and pieces. It was late by the time he wandered out of his accountant's section of the building in order to start checking up on things.
Most of the Brujah had either knocked each other unconscious or meandered away somewhere to do whatever the heck it was they wanted to do. It was quiet downstairs in the Sucker Punch but that suited him just fine. There were a couple of scragglers, some passed out on the tables after drinking too much and some that were probably not dead on the floor after brawling.
There was a familiar flash of pink and green. A neon sign, that one. Vashon had always stood out in a crowd with his vibrant coloring. Maddox didn't hesitate, grabbing a drink from the bartender and making his way over to thump down loudly in a chair next to him, knocking the vampire roughly with his elbow. "You're still alive and kickin', huh kid?"
Pinka
