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1. Guilty Pleasures - night

Kenzi wasn't allowed to eat the dancers. She knew that. Which was why she was pointedly avoiding them. Jean-Claude didn't say anything about clients though...but just to be careful she directed her meal covertly into the restroom. She wasn't sure if it was the mens or womens though...seeing through that haze of hungryneeditbloodwarmeateateateat that was driving her forward on the fumes in her tank. She'd gone what felt like days without drinking - when in reality it was closer to only a day.

Perks of being a newborn. You eat like you've been fasting.

Kenzi was just glad she'd found a guy who swang both ways, otherwise there was no way she could have coerced him this far. Unfortunately for him, he just thought he was getting laid tonight.

Apologies if you were enjoying the relative peace of the restroom...

2. Your favorite drinking hole - night

Why she thought this would work, Kenzi had no idea. She was currently in the alley outside a bar - she didn't know the name - puking her guts out. It was mostly just alcohol at this point, as she had been drinking like she hadn't had one in a month.

Which was mostly true. It was close to a month since she'd been turned.

She was craving a drink. Not blood - well not in the same way - but alcohol. Vodka, whiskey, wine, whatever she could have she wanted and did in the very bar she was bent over next to now.

The taste had been horrible, but she drank it all anyways. Alcohol wasn't supposed to taste good. But it was the feeling she wanted from it.

And it was that very same feeling she was heaving up now.

3. Portobello Road Street Fair - day

Some things never change, though, and Kenzi was in her customary booth on Portobello still working her gypsy fortune teller cliche look and accent - just with a new piece of jewelry to keep her from burning alive in what little sun was shining today.

She looks...slightly more miserable than usual though. Because she can't just stop the witch aspects of her stall, that would ruin everything about this. So being surrounded by her old life and the reminders that she'll never be able to do magic again stings more than she thought it would.

At least she was never actually trying with the tarot cards in the first place?

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Jean-Claude watches his charge disappear into the restroom with one of the patrons of the club and a small frown appears on his face. It's not that he disapproves of feeding on the human, not exactly. It's more that he knows what sort of unknown she is, as a baby vampire, knows that she won't be able to control herself, and knows that if someone finds a dead body in his restroom then that would be bad for business.

So he decides to step in himself. He'd been in enough trouble with the police when Phillip had been called out for the possession of dark magical artifacts. He didn't need any more Guardians knocking on his door.

Stepping forward and swinging into the bathroom behind her, he takes stock of the situation before him before he states, as calm and coolly as he can, "I suggest that you let him go now, ma petite souris."

Kenzi only looks up from kissing the stranger for a moment and in that time she looks like a wild animal being confronted over a meal. For a moment she almost feels that way because she's hungry and JC can go fuck himse -

That frame of mind leaves her quickly and Kenzi steps away from her prospective meal before gingerly patting him on the cheek and sending him on his way.

The guy didn't seem like he was too keen to argue before flitting out of the restroom in a hurry; leaving Kenzi to pout at Jean-Claude like she got caught by her parents trying to sneak some alcohol.

"Duuude. I was just gonna have a little...," by the way she's eyeing the door behind him that her 'friend' just left out of...no she wasn't.

Jean-Claude raises an eyebrow at her in a manner to suggest he sincerely doubts that she was just going to do a little of anything. He steps forward towards her so that he is blocking her view and her pursuit of her former victim, should she choose to stop listening and follow instead.

"You were hungry," he says, matter-of-factly. "Perhaps I have been too lax in my allowances, however. If you start leaving bodies in my bathroom, people will talk. Do not tell me you have learned to restrain yourself so quickly." He raises both eyebrows at her in question, as if to dare her to try it. No one has that level of self-control, and especially not his newest progeny here.

"I'm always hungry!"

Ah, here it was. That culminating moment of the combined frustration, fear and grief that came with dying and being reborn again lacking the power you'd grown up honing.

It was hard.

And Kenzi was showing that struggle now.

Ah, yes. The struggle is real, Jean-Claude won't argue that. He had been as young and hungry as she was, once upon a time. Even if it had been so long ago that he barely remembers it now.

Jean-Claude stays still and calm in the face of her outburst, waiting a beat before speaking up in response. "We are all hungry," he says. "It is up to you how you control such urges." Or don't, perhaps. Although not having a grip on oneself is a lot more dangerous, in this day and age.

His lack of a response as far as lashing out deflates her anger quickly and she's left leaning against the wall with a tired pout.

"Can I eat? I really am hungry....," like, actively so. She didn't care if Jean-Claude had to watch she just wanted to drink.

Jean-Claude inclines his head in a positive response to her. "Oui, ma chere," he replies. "I would not ask you to starve yourself. But until you have proven that you can show self-restraint, discretion... I think it wise that you should have a chaperon, whenever you are feeling peckish."

And no, proving that she can show self-restraint does not mean that one she has stopped herself from killing a man before she has drunk her fill just the once will she earn the right. Sometimes it takes years. Sometimes there will be mistakes, even after the fact. But at least this way it is better to be safe than sorry. He will not play the game by Millicent's rules. Not where he has any say in it.

"Well I'm peckish, then."

Obviously it was a little more severe than that but Kenzi wasn't sure of her own appitites cycle yet. She still had a lot to learn.

Jean-Claude lets out a huff in response to Kenzi's choice of words, before stepping forward and holding a hand out towards her.

"Come," he says, though it is not a command for her to follow regardless of whether she would like to or not. "Let us find someone for you. And we shall do this properly. No furtive moments hidden in the men's toilets. D'accord?"

Her mouth twists wryly as she takes his hand and follows him out of the restroom.

"Wouldn't be the first time," she mumbles, knowing full well Jean-Claude can hear her easily.

"Alright!" She perks up, speaking up as well as they leave the relative quiet of the restrooms and reenter the rest of the club. At a cursory glance, Kenzi can see that her meal isn't in the room any more and she can't hide her disappointment. He smelled so good.

"How do we do this 'properly'?"

Kenzi even uses air-quotes for his convenience.

If Jean-Claude hears her (he does) then he pays the comment no heed. Nor does he give much attention to her snark for that matter (though he catches it as well).

He gestures around the room. "Is there someone else that catches your eye?" Seeing as she has chased her first victim out of the club, as it were.

Kenzi's eye immediately drifts to where Stephan, the fae dancer, is writhing on a pole and she hastily looks away back to Jean-Claude before shrugging a delicate shoulder.

"Can you pick?"

It's like a kid in a candy store asking their parent to tell them what to do. But slightly less innocent.

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