I never would have thought vampires to be so fucking unreliable. With an eternity to do whatever they please, you'd think they'd be able to pull off a bi-weekly obligation with some kind of regularity. Ah well, at least there re a few I can count on, even if our plans don't bear any fruit. I've got to keep an optimistic mindset... Keep thinking that eventually all of our waiting will pay off. There's not much else that I can do that isn't suposedly already being covered. Maybe I should go back to the bar for myself, see if I can stir up some information. Don't want to step on Jezebelle or Constance's toes though. At least not until they've proven that I have to. Besides, I've got more treacherous toes to worry about right now. It's just a matter of time before I drop the hammer. Maybe something a bit more substantial... Bomb, perhaps? That would be poetic.
