This looks familiar ((Rosey!!))

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali was at a club back in New York. She had been just wandering around the area for a few days now. She was picking up anything she could at the moment. And that meant she couldnt be bothered with anything else. She had left her phone and ipod and anything else that woul make noise back at the house where the coven slept. She hadnt been back there in almost a week.

So for one week she hadnt talked with anyone and hadnt left New York. No conversations from Rosey or Inora. She was going insane. But she was doing this for the good of the coven. And someone had to do it. She had decided tonight though, to take a small break. She needed something that could let her think and interact with people. Even if most of the people were strangers and humans.

She sat down at the bar, not really in the mood for dancing for once. She ordered scotch and didnt bother with the glass when the bar tender brought it over. She just took a large chug from the bottle. She knew it would do nothing to her system but the liquid felt warm and left a nice after taste. She sighed and then took the small shot glass and filled it. She looked at it for a minute and then said, "Bottoms up!" She tapped the glass on the counter once and then took the shot.

But she already knew that this wasnt going to be enough for her. She needed more then just sound. She wanted interaction. So with that she stood up and glanced around. She noticed a few guys that didnt look to drunk and she went over to the large group. She could see them watching her wearily and she smiled. She then kicked out in a flash and knocked the stool that one guy was sitting on, over. He spilled to the floor and she smirked as his buddies immediately came to his defense.

She stood there with her hands on her hips and then she she put one foot behind her and brought her hands up to her face in the fighting position. She was ready for this. "Bring it!" She said and laughed. She was really out of her personality tonight.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose was bar skipping in New york city once more. No surprise there, but she was bored,and needed some fun on a cold night. She laughed, and suddenly realized what this place was. The bar where she had met one of her dearest friends, the other one Inora. Ali Shadings. Rose beamed now, she hadn't seen either of them in so long. Her cold heart sank, oh dear dear Inora and dear dear Ali, she missed them so much. She looked around, hoping she could meet up with Ali once more.

And like that it happened, Rose caught that familier scent, following it like a hound dog, snatching a drink along the way, biting into the cap. Then she saw it, Ali, ready to fight. Oh dear. Rose tried to stifly her smile, though unsuccessful. She walked up to Ali, grabbing her up into a hug, holding her tight. "I missed you so much!" She said, and smelt some drunken frat boys, bothering her. "Are these boys ruining your night?" She said, downing her drink, and growling slightly.

Of course, she'd have a hard time keeping her temper to a bare minimum, if she let her temper lose, it could possibly cost these drunkies their lives, and the others around them. Smirking, sidling up to one, her eyes locked with Ali's she muttered "Touch me, I dare you, see what happens." She winked at Ali, a very very inside joke that they had shared.

And of course, being deslusional from the alcholol, he grabbed her butt, and of course, Rose's temper flared to it's high point, smiling cruelly, her fangs slowly revealing themselves from her smile, she grabbed this kids shoulders, and slammed it down into her marble like theigh, and then threw him back into a wall, a chair shattering along the way. She mentioned to Ali, "Your turn Lovie."

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali had been about to make her move when she noticed a familiar scent enter the bar. Next thing she knew she was bing hugged around the waist by Rosey. Her smile brightened and she wanted to jump for joy. But right now she needed to take care of these guys. She had started this fight and she planned on finishing this fight. But then she looked at Rosey as she downed a drink and asked her if the boys had ruined her night.

Rose then started to tease them and threaten. One of Rosey's and hers inside jokes she muttered and Ali smiled evilly. She then watched as the boy made the biggest mistake in his life. She just laughed as the boy was thrown across the room basically. She then folded her arms as Rose said it was her turn. With the mood Ali was in she could end up killing the poor boy that messed with her.

But before she could answer that she would pick her next victim a boy said behind her, "Oh come on now. A cutie like you couldnt hurt a fly." She narrowed ehr gaze and turned her head to look at him. She hated being called cute. Her favorite line was call me cute and die. And this fella had just earned an ass kicking. So before he could blink Ali grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into the ground and then held him by the neck with her shoe. "What did you call me?"

The guy just stuttered and she rolled her eyes. But she heard one guy coming up behind her to try and defend his buddy. She swung around quickly and kicked him in the gut. When he doubled over she kicked him once again and sent him flying into the wall. She chuckled and placed her hands on her hips. She looked at Rosey.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose smiled, just standing there, as her Ali kicked some hardcore ass. She merely smirked, when she slammed her heel, barely missing that poor poor boys neck, sadly. Then, she just stepped to the right, as the guy flew past her small, no existant body. Her ears perked up, when she heard shuffling. Cops? No..a Drunk Patron? Yes.. She growled, that bloody freak! Now, her english accent only picked up, when she spoke in a soft voice, or she was close to yelling.

And she'd be using her outside voice for an inside location. Spinning on her heel, she delivered a kick to the pervs face, knocking him on his back again, spattering blood on her Suede boots. Bad move on his part. She hissed, her eyes flashing a fiery red. Really bad move. She squatted, her knee driving into the ground, sending him back against the wall.

She gripped his neck, so tight, he was gasping for breath. Rose did never know when to quit. And she wasn't about to try learning, gripping harder, seeing bruises form under her fingers, she brushed her lips against his, might as well give him so pleasure with his dosage of pain. She though, would always belong to Anthony, as he would her. She smirked, hearing his small impentrable gasp escape his mouth. "Let this be a lesson, you worhtless piece of skin, that if you try and touch anyone..especially resembling imense beauty, you will...die." She growled, before slamming his head into the wall, standing, smiling nicely. "Now what?" She said, dusting her hands off.

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali chuckled as she watched Rose attack another guy. She herself still had a hold on the guy with her foot. And those boots she was wearing must be hurting his windpipe. So she took them off and then went and sat down at the bar. She grabbed a beer and leaned back and watched her lovie do some damage. Once someone got blood on her shoes all hell would break loose.

And sure enough..one kick to the face caused blood and she saw ehr eyes go red. She laughed and rolled her eyes. She then leaned her head on her hand and waited. She opened the drink with her teeth and then she smiled, taking a small swig. She watched as Rose finished the last guy and then looked at her. Ali got off the bar stool and hopped over the passed out men. They had done a number.

She then noticed that the bar was staring at them. She winked at everyone, took a bow and gave Rosey a peck on the cheek. She then took her friends hands pulled her along to the door on the side. Then of course she pulled her out into the busy streets. "We can cause more touble out here." She said and chuckled with a smirk. But really Ali was still depressed. What could she do to make herself happy.

She had no idea what was bringing on this sadness. She wanted it gone. But a small part of her knew it wouldnt leave. She didnt know what to do. And she couldnt bring it up with Rosey. No one had seen her sad. No one. Not a single person. She was the calm collected Ali that never so much as let a tear escape her. But her heart was aching. Why?