[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She cocks a brow, grinning. “Yeah, I do. Why, what or who did she do this time?”
[Azra Dzananovic] Azra’s makeup looks almost professionally done: from the blue of her eye shadow to the cat eye liner around her blue eyes. Her hair is swept together low at her neck, a few longer bits are brushed to the side out of her eyes.
Her eyes consume the entire room in one sweeping glance. She notes the placement of the only male and the newly arrived females – one of which she has met if only briefly. She’s in the room, her Rage a wall of heat that announces her arrival long before any real sound does.
Azra nods to Sarita and Tabitha before letting one hip come to rest on the arm of the couch on which Ray sits.
[Tabitha Reese] Her head cants and she takes in Sarita with one long, unblinking look before answering. “Nothing. Should she have?”
The stare is interrupted only by Azra’s entrance, at which point it’s turned on the Lord.
[Ray Ostermann] The man gets no answer from any of the women who enter the room, and that situation gets a perplexed look before the man chuckles to himself and takes another sip of the bourbon. His eyes however do fall upon Azra, the woman having seated herself as far away from Ray as humanly possible.
He gestures to the couch proper with an award winning smile despite the wave upon wave of rage that came from her and the other woman and spoke. “There is plenty of seating you know. And I don’t tend to bite.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not necessarily. Just checking.” She looks over, noting Azra and smiles. “Hey, you from the bar. You got here, awesome. Usually my directions are for shit; glad it worked out.”
She looks at Rey, head cocking, and chuckles. “Well that’s no fun.”
[Tabitha Reese] She moves around the couch to find a seat, the smear of blood on her jeans standing out faintly against the dark denim. There’s a moment of deliberation before she chooses a spot, putting herself where she can have all of them in her line of vision.
[Azra Dzananovic] Her attention turns to Ray then, once he speaks. Her gaze sits squarely on his handsome face. That he says he doesn’t bite induces the faintest of smiles – just an edging of one side of her mouth upward, really.
“No.” She says quietly, “But I do.” Having said that she moves toward the open space Ray offered.
“I did, thank you for your assistance.” The smile given to the Strider tries very hard to be friendly, but there’s something in Azra’s gaze that says she is not capable of being anything remotely close to friendly. At least not genuinely.
“You seem comfortable here. ” Blue eyes cut to Ray. From where she sits, he can very probably smell the Chanel No. 5 she’s wearing. “Maybe you can assist me?”
One leg crosses the other at the knee and Azra doesn’t sit fully back on the couch. Shes sits on the edge of the cushion, hands neat in her lap.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smirks as Sarita says that hes no fun and he shrugs. “I don’t tend to…I find it a bad idea to bite the wild life.” He gestures back to Azra to emphasize. “They tend to bite back, sometimes in ways I might not enjoy.” He gives Azra a wink before he takes another savouring sip.
Ray laughs and holds his arms out before him, one hand still holding the tumbler of bourbon which flashes in the light. “I am known as a man who can do such things yes.” He says as he lets his arms fall back to the couch and inclines his head ever so slightly towards her. “The multi-million dollar question of course is…what is it that you need assistance with?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles as Ezra heads toward the kin and shrugs, moving to pick up the remote and take a seat somewhere. Tabitha gets a glance. “What happened to you?”
[Tabitha Reese] “What do you mean, what happened to me?” She hunches a little, hands jabbed further into her pockets.
[Azra Dzananovic] Wild life. When he says this Azra’s top lip twitches just faintly. Blue eyes remain focused on Ray. He is lounging, she sits with her spine straight and posture perfect.
“I need to find my family in your city, yes?” Her accent is a strange mix of something near to Russian and French. “I was told of this place, but no names. I’d like to have names.” Lips painted mauve break apart as she smiles, exposing teeth.
“My name is Azra Dzananaovi&+263;. I’m a child of Thunder.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She points at the blood smear. “Either you rag from your knee, or something happened.”
[Tabitha Reese] She seems less concerned once Sarita points out the blood. She looks down at the still slightly damp in the middle smear and shrugs a shoulder. “Accident.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Ahhhh.” Ray says as he sets the bourbon down on the arm of the couch and sits up a little straighter. “Well that I can certainly help with as he gestures to himself. “A child of Thunder by birth myself.” He says as he pulls a pad of paper and a pen out of his inner coat pocket and goes to write down a few names.
“My name is Ray Ostermann, Kin mind you..the man you will want to find however is named Lukas, most people know him as Wyrmbreaker, hes would be the Tribal elder.”
He keeps writing, getting a list of names going for the woman. “There are a few trueborn of thunder around. I’m sure you’ll meet them in good time.” He says tearing off the paper as he stood and walked to her, offering the paper from between two fingers.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, next time try shaving with a razor, not a broadsword.” She grins. “That might help.”
[Tala Whitedeer] Figures. She sighs heavily to herself as she comes into the room. Her entrance is a bit timid, until she spots Tabitha. She scowls and stomps in that direction.
[Azra Dzananovic] When he gets close enough to hand her the paper she leans in to take it, casually, and closes her eyes to soak up the smell of him. Blue eyes open slowly, like a cat too long lounging in summer sun rays. “You donot smell like Thunder’s blood.” She whispers. The paper is folded and Azra stands, one hand smoothing down the side of her pressed slacks.
“Thank you…” She says, tipping her head to one side. “Enjoy your drink Mr. Ostermann.” Her voice is as quiet and as purposeful as her steps. She directs the sound toward Ray and it doesn’t travel very far if she doesn’t want it too.
(My belly is growling and dinner is DONE *G* I’m off to eat, be back after dinner and Jersey Shore!)
[Tabitha Reese] “It isn’t my blood.” By her tone, she’s missed the sarcasm and just thinks Sarita to be slow.
Tala’s glare is matched with one of her own, but she holds a hand out to her packmate when she gets closer.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles as she heads off, he himself enjoys the fine smell of her perfume and the quality of her upbringing before shrugging as she heads off. “Not all of us were lucky enough to be born with a class vintage.” He says as he waves professionally to her. “It was a pleasure Ms. Dzananovic.” He says before returning to his seat.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “‘Smell like Thunder’s blood’?” She arches a brow, watching Azra head off before she looks at Ray. “That’s it. I’m bottling a new cologne called “Thunder’s Blood,” just so you can wear it and call bullshit.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray laughs as his head tilts back ever so slighty and he looks between the women still present and leaned a little closer. “As I said…by birth, right now you could say I’m on permanent loan to another team.” He says with a wink as he leans back and points at Sarita like he likes what shes taking about.
“However…I think I could market that very…very easily.”
[Tabitha Reese] Her eyes flicker to Ray and narrow, very slightly.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smirks at Ray. “I’ll get right on that.” She looks over at Tala. “Hola, chica. S’up?”
[Tala Whitedeer] “You could have said you were going somewhere.”
[Tabitha Reese] “You could have too, and not made me spend all night looking for you.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray’s no slouch and he notes Tabiltha’s narrowed eyes and he gives her a curious look. “If you have something to say my dear…say it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Ooh, shit. Girl spat. She subtly focuses her attention back to Ray, letting them have their time. “So, we haven’t actually met yet.” She rises and heads over, offering her hand. “Sarita. No-Moon of the Striders.”
[Tabitha Reese] Her attention is abruptly focused on Ray “I. Am. Not. Your. Dear.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Real mature.” She nods at Sarita. “Hi. Sorry. Tabi’s just being a bitch right now.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray’s attention held briefly on Tabitha, that smile still on his lips even as his eyes grow slightly darker. But then his attention slips to Sarita and the warmth spills back into his eye’s as he holds out a strong hand and gives her a shake. “Ray Ostermann, currently Kin to the Bone Gnawers.” Does he look it, nope, smell it, certainly not…
His eyes then turn back to Tabitha and inclines his head towards her, as if in apology. “My apologies, what do you prefer?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Tala gets a smile and shrug. “Hey, s’between y’all. Me meto donde me necesiten.” A pause. “Or where I might enjoy it.”
She looks back at Ray. “Pleasure to meet you, Ray.” She doesn’t seem wierded out by the Gnawer association. Stranger shit has happened.
[Tabitha Reese] Ray is spared by Tala’s comment, and the Fury’s eyes pin instead on her packmate “I had to clean up your mess, Tala. That’s where I was.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray also offers his hand to Tala the man used to moving about the room and shaking hands. “The pleasure is mine.” He says in that smooth voice, his face all smiles as he looks at Tabitha one more time. “I’m used to such things, its quite alright.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Yeah. MY fault. Sure. Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and sits.
[Tabitha Reese] “He was a witness, Tal.” She pulls her hand out of her pocket to rake it through her hair, more blood covering her wrist that she doesn’t seem to notice as Ray offers his hand to Tala. She’s on high alert suddenly, watching for trouble that only she can see coming.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Witness? She can’t help but look over at that.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray also perks up at the womans sudden attentiveness wondering precisely what was happening now. His cool was still his however as he picked up what remained of his bourbon and downed it.
[Tala Whitedeer] “You’re just paranoid.”
[Kyle] (Where is everyone?)
[Tabitha Reese] “No such thing.” She relaxes visibly when Ray moves away, hands jammed in her jacket pockets again.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Common Room. Sarita near couch, Tabitha and Tala sitting elsewhere, Ray moving away from the two]]
[Tabitha Reese] (Tab and Tal are on the other end of the couch, I thought. Either way!)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If you guys need an alibi, lemme know.” She grins good-naturedly “I’m good at those.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Yeah. There is. There really is.”
[Tabitha Reese] “I might.” She seems frighteningly serious as she looks at Sarita again.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray checks his watch and looks at the women gathered around him. “If you’ll excuse me ladies, I need to be off myself. Work to be done, and money to be maid…though I’m sure I will see you all quite soon.”
He waves to them all before heading for the stairs. “It’s been a pleasure.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Go wash your hands, Tabitha.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Later, Ray. Nice meeting you.” She lets him go, then turns her direction back to the packmates. “What happened?”
[Kyle] His heavy foot falls on the stairs announce his presence. After all he can’t exactly call out and his humming sure isn’t going to be heard by anyone unless they stood next to him. As he enters the common room people who know him are going to be a little surprised. He’s wearing a rather expensive black suit. Something he could never truely afford given his travelling ways. The suit is tailored and fits him perfectly. Unbuttoning the jacket he dodges around Ray and gives a casual smile and wave before looking to everyone else in the room. He wasn’t expecting people which is obvious from the look of surprise on his face.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her head swivels around to Kyle, and she blinks before smiling. “Well, holy shit.” She smiles and stands, cocking her head to the side. “You clean up nice, you know that?”
[Tabitha Reese] “Why?” She asks Tala, but doesn’t take her eyes off of Ray.
[Tala Whitedeer] “They’re bloody.” She shrugs at Sarita. “Tabitha either hurt or killed someone. You get used to it.”
[Kyle] Gives that grin he has and shrugs as he starts to undoe the blood red tie around his neck.
“Thanks people keep telling me that. Still prefer my casual gear. How’s things?”
Looking to Tala and Tabitha with a confused look.
[Tabitha Reese] “Oh.” She pulls her hands out of her pockets long enough to scowl at them, then jams them back in and hops up to go to the bathroom.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Eh. Got shit hashed out with Ames last night. There was much in the way of yelling, and possibly some middle fingers. But I think we’re cooler now.”
Tala gets another look, curious now. “Anyone who had it coming?”
[Tabitha Reese] She glances back over her shoulder, looking Kyle over before answering Sarita. “He’s a rapist.” There’s a slow, satisfied smile before she amends. “WAS a rapist” And she’s off to the bathroom to wash her hands.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh. Well, then, all good.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Like I said. You kin of get used to it.”
[Kyle] Now he seems even more confused as he watches the ladies. Looks to Sarita and gives a thumbs up.
“Good to hear. Back in a sec. Going to go change.”
Wanders off and vanishes into his room.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She cringes to herself as Kyle heads off. “I hope he doesn’t mind the mess…” She smiles a bit and sits down, nodding to Tala. “Well, like I said. You need an alibi, lemme know. I got lots of alibi skills.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “I don’t know if she does. I’m fine. Thank you, though.” She smiles at Sarita. She seems oddly calmer without Tabitha directly in proximity.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “O’ course.” She leans back, extending her feet as she stretches them. “So let me remember…forgive me, I’ve met a LOT of people so far. From South Dakota, right?”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Well. Not originally but yeah, I was there for a while. From the Qualla originally.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Right. North Carolina, my bad. I’ll take a half-point for a partially correct answer.” A grin. “What brought you two here?”
[Tabitha Reese] She’s examining her hands to make sure she’s gotten all the traces of blood when she gets back, putting them back in her pockets before going to sit on the couch again.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her phone vibrates and she checks it, a bit of a frown coming over her face. She texts back and sets it away.
[Tala Whitedeer] “Tabitha did. She knows someone.” She quiet down a little as Tabitha comes back into the room. One can almost literally watch her shrink.
[Tabitha Reese] Oblivious to the shrinking, she settled next to Tala and pats her leg gently. “What are you guys talking about?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up, looking between them silently for a moment. “Just what brought you guys here.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Just. Like I said. Tabi knows someone.” A quick shrug.
[Kyle] Now he feels human. Wandering back in he’s wearing what he refers to as his casual gear. Long sleeve black shirt and jeans. In his hands he holds his heavy black boots. Around his neck is his familiar black leather collar. His hair remains tied back and neat. Casually he slumps into an available chair and listens.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over at Kyle and smiles at him when he comes in.
[Tabitha Reese] “Yeah. Tribemate.” She watches Kyle but apparently doesn’t see him as a threat, leaning into Tala a little as she settles in.
[Tala Whitedeer] “I still haven’t met her though.” She wriggles out from under Tabitha. “Where’s the bathroom?”
[Tabitha Reese] She manages to point with her elbow. “Down the hall.”
[Tala Whitedeer] She scurries down the hall.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Did AIM just die for you?]]
to Tabitha Reese
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches Tala go and then looks back to Tabitha. “That’s cool. Nice to know people in the city you’re headed to…”
[Tabitha Reese] AIM and ICQ, yeah.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Good, not just me then.]]
to Tabitha Reese
[Tabitha Reese] “What did you say to her?” Her tone is nothing less than accusatory as she glares over at Sarita.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I didn’t say anything, chica.” She seems unoffended by the glare, smiling it off. “Literally, just got a reminder where she’s from and asked what brought you guys here.”
[Tabitha Reese] “Then why is she cowering?”
[Tabitha Reese] Not even Express on the AIM site is working. Bah.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa
[Kyle] Rasises a brow as he watches the unsuual conversation. HE’s not sure what he’s missed but can see in his eyes he’s wondering if he should get out of the way.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s a very good question.” She looks right at Tabitha. “Didn’t start until you walked back in.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Try now, mine are back]]
to Tabitha Reese
[Tabitha Reese] “Bullshit.” She settles in on the couch, looking Kyle over again.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’.”
[Tabitha Reese] “We’ll see”
[Tala Whitedeer] She comes back down the hall, sitting back down carefully.
[Tabitha Reese] She gives Tala a quick smile, reaching up to muss her hair. “You okay?”
[Tala Whitedeer] She allows Tabitha to muss her hair, then readjusts the flowers. “I’m fine.”
[Tabitha Reese] “I’m sorry, okay? I should have told you where I was going, but you would have tried to stop me.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She just shrugs and sits back, looking to Kyle. “So, what was with the penguin suit?”
[Tala Whitedeer] She shrugs at Tabitha.
[Tabitha Reese] “Don’t be mad, okay?” She puts an arm around Tala and pulls her closer.
[Tala Whitedeer] “I’m not mad.” She gets pulled closer to Tabitha, not resisting.
[Tabitha Reese] She settles in with her packmate, giving Sarita a satisfied smirk.
[Tala Whitedeer] “So. Um. Anyway.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pretends to ignore the smirk, though there’s no way that’s possible. This one…she saves shit away for later, and then drops memory grenades when they’re at their deadliest.
[Tabitha Reese] “Anyway what?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Did we lose you?]]
[Tala Whitedeer] “I don’t know. What were we talking about?”
[Tabitha Reese] “Sarita thinks that I make you uncomfortable.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks back at Tala and Tabitha. “Not a hell of a lot, really. So other than killing rapists…A+ on that, by the way…how’s the city treating you?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Party foul. I’m callin’ five seconds rule on those words…they were totally on the floor for more than that before you put them in my mouth.”
[Tabitha Reese] She appears to be about to say something about Sarita’s first statement, before blinking in utter confusion at the second.
[Tala Whitedeer] “I…Huh?” She looks confused, then apparently decides to focus on one set of words. “The city is nice. As cities go I guess.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You. Put words. In My Mouth.”
[Tabitha Reese] “Isn’t that what you said though? That she wasn’t uncomfortable until I came back?”
[Tala Whitedeer] She speaks up, tone clearly desperate. “I don’t know about the food, though. I don’t know how you people get by with that crap.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not exactly. But let’s let it drop, cool?” She smiles at Tala. “Ain’t my choice-a food, I swear. Definitely different than back home.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Yeah. I don’t care for it.” There’s definitely still desperation in her tone, and she’s not quite looking at Tabitha.
[Tabitha Reese] “Jesus, Tal. Relax.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “I’m -fine-.”
[Tabitha Reese] She reaches over, gently grabbing Tala’s chin and turning her head to make the other woman look at her. “You’re not acting fine.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Stop.” Her tone becomes a bit whiny, almost childish.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs, letting them work it out. Probably for the best.
[Tabitha Reese] She scowls and lets go of her chin.
[Tala Whitedeer] She looks back at Sarita. “Where are you from?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “New Mexico, originally. A little tiny place outside of Albuquerque. Been all over since then.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Oh. That sounds nice.”
[Tabitha Reese] Tabitha settles in to stew, watching Tala.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It was pretty cool…I enjoyed growing up there, I guess.” She smiles. “Good as any other place, I guess. Better’n most, even.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “I’ve only seen pictures.” She shrugs, obviously making an effort to ignore Tabitha’s stare.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Totally different world than here.” Her tone is warm and fond as she talks about home. “I know a lot of people look at the desert in a bad light, but growing up there…fantastic. I loved it.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “It sounds very lovely.”
[Tabitha Reese] “I’ve never been to the desert.” Her gaze moves from Tala suddenly, fixing on Sarita now.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, I ain’t gonna lie…there were shit parts of it too. Happens all around, no matter where you go. Meth heads, cops more concerned with border jumpers than murderers and so on.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “That’s everywhere you go.” She shrugs.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “True.” She looks at Tabitha. “You should go some time. You can get away from all this city shit for the most part. It’s peaceful. Free.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[The “ture” was to Tala]]
[Tabitha Reese] “Nowhere is peaceful. There is evil everywhere you go.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Jesus, Tabi.”
[Tabitha Reese] “What? It’s true. I was tortured in one of the most peaceful places in the country. You can’t escape it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, she’s right.” She nods. “I ain’t saying there isn’t evil there. Note that I did say, ‘for the most part,’ chica. But it’s not all hell, like some of the rest of the world.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “No wonder you’re so pissy, if that’s how you feel.”
[Tabitha Reese] She scowls at Tala “I’m not pissy.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “You realize how ridiculous that was with you glaring at me, right?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And this is one where the jokester girl is smart enough to stay quiet and let them argue.
[Tabitha Reese] “How are you and your sister getting settled in?” She looks to Sarita, trying to calm her growing irritation.
[Tala Whitedeer] “Now you ignore it. Great.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fairly well. Only one major screaming match so far.” She grins, arms folding over her chest. “I consider that to be a very good start.”
[Tabitha Reese] “Screaming match?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, screaming match.” She nods. “We’re sisters. Fairly new to being sisters, but sisters nonetheless. Therehow, we are biologically implanted with the ability to piss each other off in ways that no one else in the WORLD can.” A smirk. “That’s just kinda how it work, y’know?”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Which one is your sister?”
[Tabitha Reese] “No. I don’t have any siblings. My mother died when I was very young.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy,” she says to Tala. “She’s crashin’ in Kyle’s room with me. …when she’s actually crashing here, anyway.”
She looks at Tabitha and nods. “I didn’t either, until a year ago. Grew up an only child. My mom died when I was fifteen and dad wasn’t around…not the same, but I know what that’s like, in a way.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Oh. I don’t remember her.” She shrugs, looking over at Tabitha.
[Tabitha Reese] “Tal and Rollie are the closest thing I’ve ever had to siblings.”
[Tala Whitedeer] She grits her teeth. “Tabitha.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…maybe a new topic?” She purses her lips, looking between the two. [[Sorry, got busy there for a few.]]
[Tabitha Reese] She sighs at Tala. “Fuck’s sake, Tal. I loved him. I’m not going to go the rest of my life not talking about him because he died.” She nods to Sarita. “A new topic might be good. Have you found any packs to look into yet?
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She snorts in amusement. “I wish. I know of lots of individuals, but like one pack. And they got enough issues without me crowding my own in.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “You two fought ALL the time.”
[Tabitha Reese] “That doesn’t mean I didn’t love him.” She shrugs at Tala, then nods at Sarita. “Seem to be a lot of floaters around here. That might be good for forming something new.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “ALL the time. Over everything. You got in a fistfight over fucking pizza toppings.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That could have its benefits, yeah.”
[Tabitha Reese] “He wanted to put pineapple and tomatoes together, for fuck’s sake”
[Tala Whitedeer] “You don’t fistfight people over that.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ve heard of fistfights over worse…”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Hell, she’s HAD fistfights over worse, not that she’ll mention it. You put my gun in the sock drawer, you crazy bitch was not a quote anyone but her sister ever needed to know came out of her lips.
[Tabitha Reese] “He was a Fenrir. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t fistfight over.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Whatever.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You just described…well, at least three tribes off the top of my head, chica.”
[Tabitha Reese] “They’re the worst offenders, though. Generally.”
[Tala Whitedeer] She’s sitting back in the couch, arms crossed tightly over her chest, scowling at the world.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, if you include the word fist instead of claw, yes.” She shrugs and sits back. “Anyway. What about you guys? Who’ve you met so far?”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Pretty much you. Some pretty boy child of Fenris.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s it?” She blinks. “Jesus.”
[Tabitha Reese] “Remy” She nods. “And Hunter, and Howard.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “Who are those people?”
[Tabitha Reese] “Remy is the pretty boy Fenrir. Hunter is Howard’s friend.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hunter and Howard I know. Let’s see…and Howard’s packmate Patrick. A ton of kinfolk. Um…Mila, Lukas, Katherine…couple others, I think.”
[Tala Whitedeer] “So you’re close to Howard now?”
[Tabitha Reese] “I wouldn’t say close…”
[Tala Whitedeer] “What WOULD you say?”
[Tabitha Reese] “You know what I say? I say I’m going back to the motel” She stands up, scowling. “Sarita, nice to see you again.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “See you, Tabitha.” She nods to her. “Have a good one.”
[Tala Whitedeer] She stands as well. “This isn’t over.”
[Tabitha Reese] “It should be, since there’s nothing to even argue about.” She nods to Sarita, and heads out.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches the two. It’s like watching a boxing match without a ring, referee, or any actual punches being thrown, really.
[Tala Whitedeer] “Good night.” She scowls and heads out after Tabitha.