The time has come for the three of us to have our monthly feeding from Donovan. It’s a bit of a formal affair, with Donovan more neat in appearance than he typically is (typically his hair is a mess and his business casual style is more relaxed looking). He gives us the choice to have the blood straight from him, or from a glass. Scott opts to have it mixed with something, but Donovan tells him right off that there will be no more of that. Brandy glasses are used to give us our dose; I was expecting a gross, coppery flavor….I didn’t get that at all. It was much more flavorful than that, and not much of a blood taste at all, really. honestly, Donovan doesn’t seem such a bad guy.
Once we have had our drink, he goes over a few matters, whereupon I am officially made Head of Household. It’s my job to dole out responsibilities to the other two however I see fit. We also officially have responsibility for the payment route he showed us before (with the massage parlor, pub and travel agency). Donovan continues onward with Scott, stating that he’ll sponsor the Iron Kitty Squadron for tournaments, even in other states.
I’m feeling buzzed and, oddly enough, horny as hell, so I text Donnie and tell him that I need him to come over. When he arrives, I don’t give him much opportunity to socialize, instead dragging him to my room. Unfortunately, I find Raul in there, rifling through my panties. I deck him, and yell at him to get out. Once the creeper is out I shut and lock my door, and proceed with why I came back to my room in the first place. Luckily this time Donnie has a condom. Compared to Ben, he’s not great, and inexperienced – but I’m not going to tell him that.
Afterward, the two of us take a shower together to get clean, and while we’re in there Lovecraft and Danielle paw at the door and meow. Once I’m clean and dressed, I get the two of them some milk, then the lot of us (well, myself, Scott and Donnie) head out for pizza at Pizza Hut. Halfway through dinner, we are greeted by a pair of butts pressed against the window next to us. I smack the glass and they laugh and pull their pants up – it’s my brothers. I find through the course of some immensely embarrassing talk, whereupon they use my old nickname of Snickerdoodle, that Raph is a legal consultant for television and movies (and Wiccan), and Gabe has been doing theater (and is also gay – my coming out gave him the courage to do so).
At one point they pull up a duffel bag that has mom’s copies of my books in it so that I can sign them. Scott hands over a pen and I happily do so, learning that my father has also read some of my books, because I wrote them and because mom recommended them to him. Donnie decides to embarrass me further at one point (after my brothers left to head back to their hotel), by jumping up onto the table and loudly singing (a total Top Gun moment). He even gets some backup from others in the restaurant as the entirety of “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling” is sung. We leave shortly thereafter so that management doesn’t have a chance to kick us out for being rowdy or inappropriate.
Halfway back to the house, we are stopped at a red light when I notice my brothers behind me. They pull a Chinese fire drill, and run up to my car, pull me out of the driver’s seat, and I’m forced to drive their car back to the house while one of them (not sure which, they look too much alike) drives my car back to the house. We socialize with Danielle, and then they decide to go bug Donovan, by pounding on his bedroom door until he wakes up. He does…..something….to get them to straighten up and take notice, behaving more seriously.
Our small socialization gathering ends up turning into a party – or rather, Donovan asks if we should turn it into a party. Not really thinking things through, I say sure, and he goes off to make some calls. Scott decides to call up the rest of the Iron Kitties and invite them over. I don’t – I don’t know what kind of party this is going to end up being, and am already uncomfortable not knowing whom Donovan is inviting.
The Iron Kitties are the first to arrive, with Burtowski bringing some beers. Not long after I hear the sound of several motorcycles. This is followed by a large, burly man kicking the door in and off its hinges, and carrying a keg under each arm. There’s about eight of them, all Brujah vampires (not sure what that means – they didn’t look like witches to me). As the party is mainly guys (save for myself and Danielle), the Iron Kitties decide to call up a bunch of girls from the local college and invite them over so it isn’t such (and I quote) “a total sausage fest”.
Also making an arrival to the festivities are Ben, and Nicodemus (who, after being invited inside by myself, goes to talk to Donovan). I try avoiding Ben initially, but he’s trying to be with me, so I give up and spend time with him. Gabriel has, apparently, been getting cozy with one of the Brujah vampires all evening, and at one point starts heading to my room alone with him. I try to stop him, but he pleads with me, and I let him go anyway, knowing full well that the vampire has every intention of feeding on Gabe. And I let it happen!
Eventually, the police show up due to the rowdiness. Obviously a neighbor called them about the party. I pay attention to what is going on outside, and he has ensorcled them to believe the party is simply a book club, and that the individual that had called filed a false complaint. Sometime after that, Ben and I exchange phone numbers, and he requests to come view my next esbat.
Ultimately, the party winds down in the early hours of the morning. When things have calmed, I introduce Donnie and Ben to one another (I forget when during the party, but Donovan actually had the balls to introduce Ben to Nicodemus). The party is officially over just prior to sunrise, and as they are won’t to do, people scatter when it’s time to clean up. Ben offers to stick around and help, which is highly appreciated (and I tell him as much). After three hours of hard work from myself, Ben, Scott and Danielle, the house is semi-passable. There’s still a lot to do however – replace the door, fixt the windows, paint, replace furniture, etc. After typing this, I’m calling it a night for a few hours – I need some sleep.