Log: We could have had it all.

When: Shortly after New Years

Lestat was laid on the couch, Voodoo chewing on a bone near him, that back door as always unlocked as he belted along with the sound system to a song sad enough no one would have expected Lestat to like it. But he was having one of those days where he was mourning Nicolas and that mortal actor who died in Paris again.

Georia finally had it's cold snap, it was freezing but not real snow, Georgia rarely gets real snow. At 20 degrees the air rolling off the ocean made the state feel like it was closer to 1 degree but it wasn't. So, the vampire friendly furnace was going as Lestat belted out the song in his toasty living room.

It was terrible, he was fighting with David and he promised no contact to keep his children safe but part of him really considered stealing Claudia's cell to make a call that everyone would smack him for. Maybe it was the same music, or the deep chill in the air outside but Lestat was drifting back and forth in memories as the sad music made the nicknacks on his bookcase shake with value. Voodoo was not concerned, his master was fucking strange when he's upset.

Log: A night out with the mortals

When Lestat went out, he went big. Christmas was close and Lestat had plans for the ladies in his life even if they didn't know of these plans. He and Louis bought a few tickets to Broadway plays and now it was time for part one of the greatest Christmas. Lestat had called in advance to a beautiful boutique that catered to both modern and fancy styles and they were alone with the shop keepers and assistance running around to offer the woman and Louis the best choices of clothes. Lestat was lounging in a chair smirking like the cat who got the cream. Money was no object, so he wanted to spoil them as much as he could for the surprise trip.

He had taken Louis out earlier to feed so they both looked healthy and warmish. It was going to be a good night, he accepted no less.