Wait, what? (open)

Cleopatra was sitting in the Three Broomstick around one table alone and was sipping her Firewhiskey there. It was her favorite place to kill the time next to the Leaky Couldron. She watched others.

It was fun to watch others and sometimes ruin it too. Right now she wasn't in mood to do it. Today was day when her father died. It has been already sixteen years. She sighed and did take last sip of her firewhiskey.

She soon ordered some more. Everyone except her seemed to have fun today. She knew she should do it too but right now she wasn't in mood to do anything alo e. Maybe if she had company maybe then.

Zeek walked towards the building on the piece of paper with directions. He was following them. His guard up. The baby bag crossed over his chest to rest on his right hip. The bullet belt with the AK-47 attached was slung to form an x underneath the baby bag and hung off to the side. He had a hand gun in his waistband near his backside. The baby carrier on his chest over the x. According to one of his contacts he could get information on the feral vampire that was needing put down if the rumor was true. Finding the building he headed inside. Glancing aroudn as if he was evaluating each and ever persons threat level. Moving around and ordered a drink as he sat at the bar where  he could see around him on all sides and a wall was against his back. He noticed Cleopatra and gave a respectful nod towards her. Taking the drink he waited. The contact didn't seem to be here. Running a hand through his hair. "I need a haircut soon." He said to himself.

Cleo was sitting is table and feeling slightly bored right now. She had not much to do at the moment. She saw how people were coming and going. She saw even one familiar face but she couldn't remember his name right now. She nodded her back to him, just to be polite back. She usually wasn't it but today felt like to he one. She there now to rememher his name, she could only remember that his name startes with Z if she waa right. She sighed and took a zip from her drink.

Zeek had not really introduced himself to the woman who glanced his way. Just said his name was Z. So if she remembered no name that would be why. He ordered another drink and finished the first off. His contact had still not arrived. He was beginning to feel annoyed. Glancing down to Nate and fixed his pacifer. He stroked the blond tuffs of hair his nephew-son had on his head. "Rest well little guy. You hardly ever sleep and don't need to be privy to the events that may occur." he said with a chuckle.