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Darla is in the bar, enjoying her nightly glass of blood. She'd just gotten out of the bar for a short trip recently, so she's in a better mood than usual.

Which, for her, means pretty much nothing out of the ordinary, except she's less likely to actively want to kill you at hello.

She's not necessarily expecting company, but if certain company from her world would like to drop by, well, that's always a pleasure, too.

[ooc: ~~locked to Dru just until I get back from dinner, then everyone can tag if so inclined. In fact, feel free to tag in now, just don't expect replies til about 9 pm EST~~ now open to all, but possibly slow for bits and pieces of the evening.]

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Dru is hiding in the shadows when Darla enters the bar. She watches her for a moment or two before approaching slowly.

"Evening Grandmummy."

"Hello, dear." she smiles benevolently at Drusilla. She supposed she could forgive the whole having-a-soul thing, since it didn't seem to affect the other vampire's personality that much.

"Been keeping yourself properly amused?"

A sly grin spreads across her lips.

"I always keep myself amused Grandmummy. I have lots of friends to play with."

"Aren't you the lucky one?" she asks, still smiling.

"Anyone of interest? I've made the acquaintance of a rather useful young man, myself. Perhaps you can accompany us to Paris next time."

She doesn't think that Montparnasse will object, given that they're both female.

"Pretty Columbia... Flower hasn't been in bloom so much lately, not for me," she frowns. "She shows her petals for the Snake boy now."

At the mention of Paris, Dru's face lights up. She has many memories of France- she purposely represses the ones involving her violent and bloody murders- and she remembers them with great fondness.

"Really Grandmummy?"

"Would I lie?" she asks.

And well, yes. But probably not to Dru.

Dru laughs softly.

"You are terrible Darla. Angelus would have said so too."

Darla's smile widens.

"He did say so on many an occasion. I wasn't doing my job correctly if he didn't."

"I remember," Dru sighs.

"Memories. They make my head hurt."

"Mine, too, dear." she sighs.

"Would you believe I miss them? Soul or not, I wish Angelus would find his way here. Or even that idiot you used to consort with."

Dru frowns.

"Spikey was an artist.

Won't be for much longer though, not unless I can help him... and I'll miss his last performance. Poor baby. Won't have his mummy to take care of him then. But I'll be there later. I'll teach the nasty bullies a lesson, oh yes I will..."

Darla frowns.

"Have you seen William? It would be just like this place to throw him in here and not give me my Angel. What's this nonsense about trouble? One of your visions, or just the usual amount that the idiot stirs up for himself?"

Darla was no fan of Spike, that much was certain, but since fate had seen fit to throw pieces of their family back together, it could not hurt to know.

Dru shakes her head.

"Haven't seen him yet. But I will. Have to protect my boys from the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart."

Darla's eyes narrow.

"Wolfram and Hart again? They never give up. Brought me back from the dead just to mess with my boy."

And made it possible, in an indirect way, for her to learn what it was like to feel again. They'd given her her son.

She hated them for it.

"I remember," she mumbles, closing her eyes and looking away from Darla. "I'm sorry for what I did little one. My daughter."

She clears her throat, keeping her eyes averted from Darla.

"They're sending an army to kill Angel and his people. Can't let them die.

They loved me once, even if they don't now," she adds in a small voice.

"We can't love, Dru." Darla replies, sadly. "At least, not those of us who still lack souls."

Her voice grows cold and bitter at this last bit. An army against the boys. Well, screw them. Angel had abandoned her, knocked her up and let her die.

"You shouldn't go. They won't want you there."

Dru smiles sadly at Darla. The woman who's blood she shares twice over.

"We can love precious, but you never let yourself love us. I loved you. Always.

Maybe they won't want me there, but I want to be there for them. To look after them. It's what families do."

"I'd say I'd go with you, if only to watch the show, but I can't." Darla says, with a smile that's tinged with the faintest regret.

"Give them my regards, I suppose." she says.

And then, quietly, almost an afterthought,

"And be careful. I'll be quite angry with you if you get yourself dusted in there."

"I will Grandmummy," she nods, and a soft smile graces her red lips.

"I may have a soul now, but I can still take care of myself."

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