A Day In The Room With Kyle and Leon

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s waiting for Amy to get home, and for once she’s not in a pissy mood while she does. She’s actually cleaning up her side of the room, headphones in her ears as she raps along to Kanye West.

“No one man should have all that power/
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours/
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power/
‘Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours”

She pauses there, back to the door as she buts her hands up in the air in two sets of bullhorns. “21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN!”

[Amy] Amy’s been watching her from the doorway, trying to keep quiet but she can’t help but laugh at that. She’s bumped, bruised and scraped from last night’s fight, but nothing is broken other than what may well be a crack in one of the healing ribs from a punch that there’s no reason she shouldn’t have avoided. It’s coming back to haunt her now, and she’s wincing and doubled over as she laughs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over her shoulder when she hears the laughter, and seeing Amy doubled over in laughter she grins widely. She plugs the earbuds out and does a laid-back, arms crossed pose.

“Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, my sistah. Word up…wasssuuuuuuuuup?”

[Amy] “Fuck.” She winces again, trying to catch her breath and grinning. “What the fuck was that?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That…was Kanye West.” She grins. “My new favorite artist. Get used to him, he’s gonna be playing in the Bitchmobile regularly.”

She grins, though she’s a little concerned when Amy winces. Not like ‘Oh, she’s in pain,’ more of a ‘I should stop making it worse’ thing. She nods to her half-sister’s bed. “You gotta lay down and we gotta chat. Iiiiiii had an interesting meeting after we left off….”

Her eyes are glittering, and she’s grinning in that potentially frightening way.

[Amy] “It fucking scares me when you get sing songy.” She moves over and flops down on her bed, wincing again. “Fucking frat boys. Meeting with who?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She kicks the door shut. “Um, only the Shadow Lord AND Ahroun Elder around these parts.”

She flops down on her bed, smirking. She looks over and does a Marlon Brando impression. “He gave us an offer we can’t refuse.”

[Amy] She looks instantly wary. “Can’t refuse, or can refuse, but only little bits of us will be found years from now?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, possibly be really, REALLY dumb if we do refuse.” She shrugs. “I got an invite for us to run with his pack.”

[Amy] Her eyes get absolutely huge and she sits up fast. “Fucking Wyrmbreaker? Are you fucking with me? Because I will kick every inch of your sizable ass if you’re fucking with me”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I am NOT fucking with you.” She grins wildly, sitting up. “I’d fuck with you on a lotta shit, but I wouldn’t tease about something this bad-ass. This is like, the mega-pack around here.”

[Amy] She hops up, pacing. “Us though, right? I mean, he knows that I’m going to be a pain in the ass about wanting in on shit? Do they all know that?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, us.” She nods. “I told him about how you used to get in on Cliath missions back at your old sept growing up. I mean, this’ll be a trial run obviously. It’ll be a fun transition…it’s him, the Master of the Challenge, Sinclair and a Silver Fang who’s got an…interesting way about her. But he knows that I was going to talk to you and it would be a joint decision. I’m fairly sure he knows what the deal would be.”

She’s still grinning. “I’ve got his number, and he said if you wanted to meet with him, he’d be totally good with that. But yeah, this is pretty hardcore.”

[Amy] She squeals like a plain girl that got asked to the prom by the Quarterback. Then she squeals again, jumping and swearing all at once. Reason takes over moments later, and with her arms wrapped around her ribs as if to keep them stable, she sits on the edge of her bed again. “Are you sure they’re not fucking with us? I mean, what the fuck did we do to even get on their radar?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head. “Well, don’t forget that he’s the one who set me on Gina’s path–PS. You really need to stop slacking and talk with her–so that may be part of it. Also, while you were in here with John the other night, I was out in the main room with him and ended up part of a philosophical conversation started up by Bone-Grinder. I guess I answered well.”

[Amy] She at least has the grace to look completely mortified. “He was out there for that?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She can’t help but grin. “Yeah. Relax, I don’t think he knows ~who~ it was with, and beyond that, big deal. You got down, happy joy joy.”

[Amy] Her nose wrinkles. “So first things first, I just have to show him that I’m not some dick chasing twit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That would be a good start, yeah.” She smirks a little bit. “Just talk to him. He’s in…like, room 2 or some shit. I got both of his numbers, too. So yeah, you should talk to him, get to know him, let him get to know you and all of that. I’ll let him know that we’re totally in.”

[Amy] “And not fuck him, I’m assuming?” She grins, clearly teasing. “Unless you think that would help….”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She laughs and shakes her head. “Pretty sure he’s got a mate from what I’ve heard, Ames. A Shadow Lord mate. So yes, if you want to die by some horrible contact poison that like dissolves your eyes and turns your nipples inside out, then feel free.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Really not on my list of things to do, thanks.” She wrinkles her nose again, sitting back down. “Well goddamn. Top of the fucking rung pack. Holy shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Seriously.” She nods and leans back, shrugging. “Gotta be doing something right after all, ey?”

[Amy] “Leon is going to shit… seriously.” She lies back again, looking up at the ceiling. “Gotta find somebody that’s willing to patch my ass back up after fights, too. I can’t be out for weeks waiting for fucking bones anymore.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Shouldn’t be too hard. Hell, one of them might even have it” She shrugs, watching her. “Shit in a good way, or a bad one?”

[Amy] “Both, maybe. I don’t know. He said he’s fine with me packing somewhere else, but we’ll see”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, I hoe it doesn’t cause too much drama for you.” She shrugs a little, willingly missing the opportunity to make fun of Leon. “So yeah, I’ll call Lukas and let him know we’re in, and to expect you soon. What all’s on the agenda today?”

[Amy] “Getting my shit together and talking to Lukas, it sounds like. Everything else is kind of back seat area at this point.”

[Amy] “I guess I should break the news to Leon that we’re out, too. Unless you want to have that conversation.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It’s up to you, Ames. However you think he would take it best.” She shrugs. “I don’t wanna go out of my way to piss the guy off, right now anyway. There’s plenty of time for that.”

She throws her half-sister a knowing grin and wink. Sarita can sometimes be the worst thing about being involved with Amy, since she loves to needle the kin’s guys. Leon got a taste of that last night, but just a taste.

[Amy] “Maybe. If he doesn’t go off the deep end.” She shrugs. “At least there’s not going to be any awkward what will happen if we pack with Hunter and them now.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, no shit.” She nods, laying back on the bed. “I texted John last night. We’re still cool, even after the whole ‘I’m punching you ’cause you pissed me off’ thing. So that’s good.”

[Amy] “Oh….”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I just mean that he’s not going to try and come and kick my ass again.” She looks over at her sister. “Ain’t saying I’m gonna be entering any cribbage tournaments with him as a partner or anything.”

[Amy] “Whatever. I don’t give a shit what happens to him one way or the other” She looks up at the ceiling again, arms folded under her head. “The less I have to deal with him, the happier I’ll be.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns a little, looking over at Amy, then shakes her head and looks back to the ceiling just like her sister. Yes, they’re two of a kind.

[Amy] “What?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just…don’t stay bitter. You get bitter, you’re gonna stay obsessed, and that’ll fuck things up for you.”

[Amy] “Kind of hard to not be bitter when he wouldn’t even tell me himself to fuck off.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Be the better person, Ames. You got every right to be bitter and pissed for now, it’s still fresh. But let it go as quick as you can. Y’know?”

[Kyle] (Sorry brb. Have to reboot my machine )
to Amy, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Amy] “I’m trying, Sar. Every time I kiss Leon, I keep hoping that there’s something there, and all it does is make me miss him all over again. I think this pack thing will help. Give me something else to focus on, you know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Don’t look for something with Leon, it’s only going to make it worse.” She looks over, honestly trying to offer the best advice she can. “Just enjoy your time with him. That’s all you gotta do. Don’t try to make it some big, romantic thing. You try to do than, then you’re fooling yourself on your own con.”

[Amy] “We don’t need him for a back up pack now. Maybe I should just end it and be done.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Up to you. I mean, on one hand, he could still be a good contact. A social pack would be a good pack to have some ties to. On the other hand, it could get a bit tetchy, all things considered.”

She shrugs, watching Amy. “I can see pluses and minuses on both, honestly.”

[Amy] She chews at her bottom lip for a minute. “Lukas is an Elder. He could tell Leon to back the fuck off if he tries to claim me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey now. I could tell him that, too.” She smirks. “Just not with the weight of a high ranking behind it. Harry pointed at his left testicle would have to substitute.”

[Amy] “Harry can be pretty fucking convincing.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She giggles a bit. “What can I say? He’s a persuasive motherfucker.”

[Kyle] He’s been MIA as usual for a few days now. The locals all giving him a casual wave and nod in greeting as he grins and waves to them. Walking up to the bar he stops a moment to chat with the bar tender before making his ay upstairs. Removing his brown trench as he thuds up the stairs.

[Amy] “That he is, yeah. Something to keep in mind, at least. Between the both of you, I guess I’m pretty safe no matter what.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Pretty much, yeah.” She smiles a bit. “You’re in the clear. And we’re sitting on pretty street. Which, frankly, is where we belong anyway.”

[Amy] “Well, yeah. I mean fucking look at us, right?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s what I’m saying.” She smirks. There’s an easy, amused grin tossed her sister’s way. The last week or so has had its stresses, but with their pack situation taking a huge leap forward the stress seems to have melted away, for the most part. She sighs.

“Seriously, though. Gina. Gotta get on that.” A pause. “Both of us. I haven’t seen her for a week or two myself.”

[Amy] “Maybe that’s how she wants it.”

[Kyle] Seeing no one in the common room he makes his way down to his room. Hearing voices he knocks on the door frame and waits.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, she seems to be okay with me. Probably will be with you, too. We’ve just been busy with other shit.” A pause. “I’m thinking that packing with the Unbroken may help with getting in on Gina’s trust too. Lukas seems to like Gina, and Gina said something about a Shadow Lord who had given her something to defend herself with.”

[Amy] She hauls up off her bed and moves for the door, grinning over her shoulder at Sarita before yelling through the door “What’s the fucking password?”

[Kyle] Ha can’t help but chuckle to himself as he starts tapping at the door. He taps at it for a while before giving his familiar double tap followed by a soft kick of the door frame. It’s his “everyone decent for me to come in” knocking. Downside to not having a voice that can be heard through the door.

[Amy] She misunderstands the non vocal response and yanks the door open, eyes widening when she sees Kyle. “Kyle! What the fuck? I thought you were dead!”

[Kyle] Snickers as he winks at her. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept well for several days nad that makes him look dead.
“Nah I just look it. How’s it going? Everyone decent in there?”

[Amy] “Decent as we ever are.” She moves out of his way, holding the door open.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sits up, head cocking as Kyle walks in. “Hey, you. Y’okay?” She’s not so surprised by the lack of Kyle over the last few days. The lack of sleep…different situation. She gets up off the bed, pointing at it. “Sit. Take it easy. You look like hell.”

[Leon Davenport] His day was over and he decided to stop by the Broho before heading home, see if Amy was up to do something tonight. He entered the place and took a look around. Tonight, the tall, athletic man with styled blond hair was dressed in a dark suit, a dark purple shirt and matching tie and long black coat covering everything. Not seeing Amy nor Sarita, he made his way up smoothly and headed toward room 10, undoing his coat as he reached the first floor. He made his way toward the sister’s room and noticed the door was slightly open. He knocked on the frame, staying on the side, not peeking in.

[Kyle] After wandering in he tosses his coat onto the bed and looks to Sarita with that casual smile.
“Yeah I’m fine. Been busy helping with some stuff for friends. Things okay with you two?”
Glances at the door as he hears another knock.

[Amy] She gets three steps from the door before there’s another knock. Not wanting to get her hopes up, she simply yanks open the door without saying anything cute.

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head, looking at her with a smile “Don’t I deserve a hello?” He say, in a teasing tone “Hello Amy, how are youdoing?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Been all right. Drama, fights, pa…” She changes the word midstream when she sees Leon. “…aaalling around with reprobates. Speaking of which, heya Leon!”

[Amy] “Hey” She smiles, eyes flickering behind him quickly before letting him in. “Do you know Kyle?”

[Leon Davenport] He shook his head “No we never crossed path.” He offered the man a smile then look at Sarita with a smile and a nod “Hey Sarita, how are you?”

[Amy] “Kyle, Leon. Leon, Kyle. He’s the poor sap that let us take over his room.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Spry, limber and flexible, Leon.” She gives the Glass Walker a grin and a wink. “How ’bout yourself?”

[Kyle] Gives that casual smile as he looks to Leon. His voice barely above a whisper.
“Hey there Leon. Nice to meet you.”

[Leon Davenport] “I think I”m pretty decent myself” He reply to Sarita with a smile then look at Kyle “Nice to meet you as well Kyle”He lookat Amy “How was your day?”

[Amy] “I went to get checked out. My ribs are fucking cracked again. You want to sit?” She starts to gesture to her bed, then stops. “We can go out to the couches, maybe.”

[Leon Davenport] He frown when she mention her ribs “Yeah well…why did you take the punch?”He ask. They didn’t have much time to talk about it after yesterday’s fight.

[Kyle] Shakes his head when he hears about Amy’s condition. Walks around to his backpack which is always in the corner. Opens it up and removes his firstaid kit. Takes out the small pouch which contains his range of pain killers and waves it towards Amy in case she needed them.

[Amy] “Didn’t see it coming.” Which is likely a flat out lie, unless she developed sudden and temporary blindness. She smiles at Kyle, meeting him partway. “This, kiddo, is why I love you.”

[Kyle] “Hey never was a scout but am a Walker. Be prepared.”
Grins as he gives her the pouch and then goes back to closing up his bag and listening to their conversation.

[Leon Davenport] He raised a brow. He know she’s lying, she probably know that he know too. He doesn’t say anything about it, not right now. They’ll talk about it later. “So what are your plans for tonight?” He ask, looking at them

[Amy] “I’m…Probably going to try to get in to chat with Lukas….” She glances at Sarita.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She lets everyone get introduced and Amy to get her painkillers before she looks at Kyle. “C’mon. Sit down. I ain’t kididing.” She’s smiling though. Leon’s question causes her to cock an eyebrow, and she looks at Amy.

“Didn’t you say something about tonight, Amy?” She moves to the dresser and takes a seat on the edge.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Sister Hive-Mind Activate!]]

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “Lukas? What for?’

[Kyle] “I haven’t thought that far ahead. Shower probably be a good idea at some stage I suppose.”
He didn’t reek but he had that clammy in and out of cold weather smell about him. Glancing to Sarita he nods and then moves to sit down. A smile to Sarita before looking to Amy and Leon.

[Amy] She smiles at Kyle again, looking almost nervous for a moment. “Yeah. Sit down. You look like shit.”

Instead of answering right away, she reaches for Leon’s hand and moves to sit on her bed. “He..made us an offer.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks.” She says it to Kyle with a slightly less snarky smile than she carries by default. Inwardly, she’s thinking Oh god, I’m becoming the Strider den mother or some shit, but outwardly no such notion shows.

When Amy sits down with Leon, she nods a little bit at what her sister says. “Last night, after I took off from post-bar fight. It frankly came more or less out of nowhere.”

[Amy] Popping the pills in her mouth, she dry swallows them and watches Leon closely.

[Leon Davenport] He took her hand and kept his piercing blue eyes on her “Us as in you and Sarita?” He say, having an idea of what it could be. His look was intense, a little more so than usual, the rage inside him boiling and churning more but not out of anger, maybe anticipated frustration. If he was right, he knew it could happen, but it doesn’t mean he liked it..not now at least. He was breathing slowly though. He wasn’t about to lose it after all, not here, not for that and certainly not against her. He heard Sarita’s words and nod slightly to her, letting her know he was listening to her as well

[Amy] “Yeah. Trial period and all, but packed…” She squeezes his hand, trying hard to not look quite as excited as she actually is.

[Leon Davenport] “Hmmm” He had been right. Doesn’t make him feel better about it, not a bit. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then opened them, looking at both of them, his thumb caressing the back of Amy’s hand “What made you pick them?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “In all honesty dude, it’s more what we’re focused on.” She shrugs a bit. “Part of why we came here was because we want to take it to the Wyrm…in a more direct way then what your pack is moving toward. There’s a Hive here, and we have a lot of Spirals to put in the ground toward our father’s memory. It’s just…a better fit.”

[Amy] “And like Sar said, it came out of the blue. More like they picked us. He’s an elder, babe. Master of the Challenge’s pack. This is huge for us. Especially for me.” She frowns slightly, eyes flickering to Sarita and Kyle again.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Sarita “All right. Well congrats…I hate to lose both of you. You’d have been great packmates. Their gain, our loss” He then look at Amy “Why do you mean it’s huge for you especially?”He say tilting his head at her. He was still frustrated, but she probably know him enough to guesss he won’t be blowing up.

[Amy] “They’ll let me fight with them. Just like I’m part of the pack.” This is what she’s hoping, of course. The lofty goal. Leaning in, she says something to him quietly.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to both what she said out loud and into his ear. “Well, as far as packs go, you could have picked worst. I hope for you they will let you fight as you wish. And they have a tribesmate of mine, don’t know why, but it makes me feel slightly better about it”He shrugh then lean to speak softly to her

[Amy] She blinks at whatever he says, the thought apparently having not occurred to her. Bottom teeth catching her lip, she squeezes his hand. “I don’t know, babe. I’ll have to find out. I hope not”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Well when you meet with him, maybe you should ask. Better to know now than later”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet, letting the two talk. She looks over at Kyle. “So, what help was so important for friends that you couldn’t spare a few hours to sleep?” It’s not legitimately reproachful, she’s just making conversation.

[Amy] “I know. I will, of course.” Her hand stays in his as she looks back to Sarita and Kyle.

“Yeah, K. What the fuck?”

[Leon Davenport] He moved to sit on hte bed, beside her and then look at Kyle, letitng him answer the sisters

[Kyle] Looks at the pair and shrugs with that casual smile.
“Well lets see. We spent several hours discussing music for Jas’s new routine at the club. Then Harv needed to move stuff out of his place which sprung a leak when the pipes broke. Then there was the whole bitch session between Misha and Sally. That took a few hours for us to hash out. Then there was the painting class I offered to teach. Practise with three different bands and some one mentioned coffee at some stage so that usually means talking for hours.”
Smirks as he looks at them as if this was all normal for him.
“I did get a few hours sleep here and there but hey…..”
Taps to his head and points at the leather collar to indicate the real reasons he hasn’t been sleeping. Not many people know of his chronic nightmares and he doesn’t advertise it.

[Amy] She nods, giving him a sympathetic smile. “You should stay in here more, you know. We can watch out for you.”

[Amy] “Also…” She looks at Sar now, pondering this. “We can probably find you something that will just shut your brain the fuck off for a while. Give you time to just sleep.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Seriously, dude, we gotta hang more. You’re fam. I’m, like, biologically required to worry about you if you don’t show up every now and then.” She grins. Obviously it’s more than that, but the Strider has to put it in as a joke. It’s just her style.

[Leon Davenport] He listened to Kyle talking with Sar and Amy. From the lack of physical ressemblance, he guessed that by family, Sarita meant they were of the same tribe.

[Kyle] “I found that concussions don’t usually help. Just cause more problems.”
Smirks as he looks to Amy and then Sarita.
“Sorry not used to having family around. Been years so built up my own bad habits.”
No the goth wasn’t related by blood. Too skinny and pale to be of blood.

[Amy] “Chemicals, sugar.” She grins at Kyle. “Better living through chemicals.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ll forgive you this time. But only the one time. Nooo more forgiveness for you!” She winks at Kyle with a chuckle.

“You’re cool. You’re a busy guy, I know. We just worry, ’cause it gives us something to do. Slackers and layabouts that we are.”

[Amy] “Might as well be fucking lazy now, right? We’re going to be mad busy when we’re packed.” She grins, then seems to remember that Leon may be unhappy and gives his hand a slight squeeze.

[Leon Davenport] He glanced at her and smil.e She was excited, at least he was happy for her, despite the frustration. The latter will pass. Unless hernew pack mess things up. Maybe…jsut maybe if Lukas is unhappy with Amy being with someone outside the pack, Revelation will take Leon’s side and help…that’s a big if. Well they’ll cross that bridge when they get there “Anyone’s hungry? We could order in or bring something up from downstairs.”

[Kyle] There’s a loud grumbling noise at the mention of food, just as Kyle was going to say he’s fine. Goes slightly red in the face and hangs his head as he tries not to laugh.

[Amy] She laughs softly at Kyle, head shaking. “So that’s a vote for yes. You know me, I’m a bottomless pit. Sar? Yeah?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, are you kidding? I’m always ready to eat.” She grins. “Take that any way you desire. Let’s get fed.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Sar’s answer then look at them “So..order in, food downstairs or head out somewhere?”

[Amy] “Let’s just run down and get something to bring up for everyone?” She squeezes Leon’s hand again. “Kyle might pass out if he stands up, and this way Sar can mother hen him in private.”

[Kyle] Now that gets him laughing. It’s a soft sound in the back of his throat.
“I’m fine. I just look like I’m dead.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Ok, that sounds good” He look at Kyle and Sar “What would you like to get?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Something with meat, and something else with a bunch of grease.” She considers. “Chicken wings and fries sounds good.”

[Kyle] “Not fussy so what ever you feel like getting is fine with me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And she even avoids giving Amy a look of death at the ‘mother hen’ comment. Apparently she is in a good mood.

[Amy] Standing, she keeps her hand in Leon’s as she pulls him out the door. “One meat grease fat bomb, coming up.”

[Leon Davenport] He got up and headed out with Amy, walking with her. Once they were in the hallway, he ask her softly “Now tell me why you really took that shot in the ribs” He say, with a smile, but his tone serious, then he seemed to remember something “Please?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches them go, and then looks back to Kyle. “In all seriousness…you’re doing okay?” She can’t help but worry some. She has that inherent need to care for her kin. She tries not to mother–otherwise Amy would have killed her months ago–but she’s always there to pick them up when they need it.

“No one who’s ass I need to kick for you or anything?” A small smirk.

[Kyle] Looks to Sari and nods as he gives a thumbs up.
“I’m fine. I’ve just been busy. I’ll make sure to leave messages from now on if I go mia for too long.”
He’s been on his own and doing his own thing for for such a long time. He’s not used to someone keeping tabs on him.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’d be nice.” She smiles and shrugs. “I’m not seriously annoyed, FYI. Just gotta keep tabs. Trying out this new thing called ‘responsibility.'”

She grins at him.

[Kyle] “Hey we all try new things out. HAven’t had anyone keep tabs on me since I finally was able to get out of the sept care facility years ago. It’s all new to me too.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You don’t mind that I do though, right?” She cocks her head. “I mean, if I’m being overbearing and shit, feel absolutely free to tell me so.”

[Amy] “Ready” She circles her arm around his waist as well, glancing around the common room as they pass through on the way downstairs.

[Leon Davenport] He walked with Amy, looking around as well, liek always more taking the room in and those inside for threat purpose than anything else. He headed downstais “So we know Sar want Chicken wings and fries..I guess we could geet Kyle brugers..what are you having?”

[Kyle] “I’ll let you know if it bugs me. I’m not one to bullshit like some others do. What you see is what you get with me. Straight up and simple.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She smiles. “Straight up and simple is generally how I like it. Unless it’s me and I have something sneaky and roundabout in mind.” She shrugs. “Don’t do that with kin usually though, so you’re pretty safe.” She pauses, and adds in a teasing tone, “Probably.”

[Kyle] Chuckles as he nods absently.
“Well in that case I’ll keep an eye out at the start of April. So judging from body language am I to assume there’s something going on between Amy and Leon?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, they’re dating.” She nods, looking to the door. From the look of her face, she is of many, many different minds about the whole prospect. “We’ll see how that goes.”

[Kyle] “And you obviously have thoughts on it so if you need to vent got to ears. Well I hope it doesn’t end badly. Seems to happen around her regularly.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I just don’t know–” She frowns. There’s a lot that she could say, and a lot that she could rant about. Concerns, frustrations, hopes and a lot of deep anxieties that she hasn’t even admitted to Amy, much less anyone else. All of those emotions pass over her face, but she doesn’t talk about them. She’s a bit guarded when it comes to her own doubts and fears, as much as she tries to force others to get past theirs.

Finally, she just looks at Kyle. “I hope not too. It’ll be fine though. I’m keeping an eye out.”

[Amy] “If that bitch is getting wings, I want wings. Or whatever you’re getting. I’m so not picky.”

[Kyle] “Well as I said if you need to talk just say the word.”
SMiles as he looks to her. Something in him just seems to say he can be trusted. Perhaps it’s his slight frame that shows he’s no threat. Reaching to the side of the collar he adjusts the clasps to loosen it.
“Does this mean you’ll get more chances at guys now that she’s busy?”

[Leon Davenport] He chuckled “You have such a nice way to talk about your sister” He tilt his head “As ofr me, I don’t know. Might actually get that..chicken wings. Yeah, well buy a whole bunch of htem with fries, some beer and we should be set”He grinned at her

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles. “Maybe. We’ll see.” She shrugs a little bit, head cocking to the right. “I dunno, she’s stopped going after the kinfolk so you never know.” Now, if she’ll only stop going after the metis. There’s a slight eyeroll at her own thought and she gets up, moving to start doing what she was when Amy first came in–picking up around her bed. It’s not disgusting, but the woman is clearly not the kind of girl who hangs everything up when she takes it off, and she grabs a few shirts off the floor to toss into her laundry basket.

“Kinda sick of the one-night stand game myself.” It hasn’t occurred to her as weird that her getting tired of it corresponds with Amy feeling the same way. In fact, she probably hasn’t even thought about the fact that they coincide. “I dunno, we’ll see how it plays out.”

[Amy] “Wings AND beer? If she didn’t like you before, she will now”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Well, it’s always a winning combination”He grin “So how many should be get? 60?”

[Kyle] Most of Kyle’s stuff rarely moves from the corner he’s put it in. Even when he was around for days he rarely made a mess. Almost as if he was ready to leave in a moments notice.
“Well I suppose the hard part would be finding someone who understands and accepts the way Walkers are. Seen lots of people outside of the tribe have major issues with our tendency to wander off for days or even years at a time. Not sure if I could ever do that to someone.”

[Amy] “Sure. That sounds good” She nods, looking around the bar area and taking his hand.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled and ordered 60 spicy chicken wings friens and a dozen beers. He look at Amy “Think it’s a good start?”

[Amy] “Fan fucking tastic start.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded and paid for it all, moving slightly await ot let others order while they wait for the food to be ready. “Any idea when you’ll talk to Lukas? Just so I know how log we have till you sit with him”

[Amy] “I’ll text him when we get back to the room and see if he’s even free tonight.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little bit at that. “Yeah, that’s a big part of it, I think. But I told Lukas last night…I’ve been wandering around for ten fuckin’ years. We wander, but at some point we gotta stop for a good long while to catch our breath. I’m at that point. I wanna get some roots down here for a bit at least.”

She shrugs. “I ain’t looking to get mated up yet or anything, just someone who’s not coyote ugly when I wake up the next morning, you know?”

[Kyle] “Think that may be why I’ve stayed here and keep coming back to this town. Not sure what you mean about waking up to people the next morning looking ugly. Never been in that situation but I’ll take your word for it. I’m sure there’s plenty of guys who fit your bill and are interested in you. After all you are a very attractive woman so they’d be fools to not try.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “All right.”He say, leaning against the wall, hands resting on her hips almost lazilly, his eyes looking at her.

[Amy] “What?” Her head tilts and she frowns a bit.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ehh…if you see one, lemme know.” She gives a little shrug, finishing her clean-up and moving to lean back against the nightstand again. “So far, I ain’t found ’em.”

“And coyote ugly is when you have a drunken one-night stand, wake up in the morning and he’s laying on your arm and so ugly without the beer goggles that you’re willing to know your own arm off to get away.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled slightly “Nothing.” He turn hishead as their order was ready. “And seiously, nothing, I was jsut looking at you”He say picking up the beers “You mind bringing the food?”

[Amy] “Okay. Little creepy, but okay.” Smiling again, she grabs the wings and fries to head upstairs.

[Kyle] Chuckles as he gets a mental image and shakes his head.
“Now that’s an interesting vision. I’m sure you’ll find someone. I’ll keep an eye out and let you know if I find anyone interested in you.”

[Leon Davenport] He grin “All right..next time I’ll look at the girl beside you” He say, nudging her playfully. “Beside, I had nothing else to add at that point. So I usually prefer to say nothing” He smiled, making hisway up with her

[Amy] She’s quiet as they get upstairs, eyes darting around the common room again and still finding it empty. Reaching room ten, she kicks at the door since her hands are full.

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head as they wait for the door to be open “Looking for someone. That’s twice you looked at the common room as if you were hoping someone was there” He say plainly, having an idea of who she might be looking for and trying not to be annoyed by it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks.” She looks at the door and goes to open it to let the two in.

[Amy] “I like to know who’s around me. I’m not looking ~for~ anyone.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded and smiled to Sar when she opened the door “We came back bearing gifts” He raise the 12 pack “For you miss..and the rest of us obviously”He grin letting Amy enter the room before he did

[Amy] “Ask Sar if you don’t believe me.” Not that he’s done anything that would make her think he doesn’t believe her. Guilty conscience, maybe….

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’re buying your way into my good side.” She grins, stepping back so they can come in. “It may just work.”

[Kyle] Moves out of the road so there’s plenty of space. Gives a thumbs up at the prospect of food.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at Sar “Well if I can’t charm you into liking me, might as well bribe you with beers and wings” He put the beer diwn and hand one to Kyle “There you go” He sat on Amy’s bed and looked at her “By the way, I don’t have to ask her.”

[Amy] She shrugs, sitting next to Leon and digging her phone from her bag.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ask me what?” She grabs a beer, popping the top by use of one of her rings and looking between the two.

[Kyle] “Thanks.”
Takes the offered beer and sits there silently for the moment

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sar “Nothing realy. I asked her something, she answered, then said I could ask you about it. Which I won’t ’cause I don’t need to. I believe her”He say, taking a beer and opening it

[Amy] “I told him that I always look around a room when I go into it. It doesn’t mean that I’m looking FOR someone.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at Leon, brow raising, then over to Amy when she speaks. “Well, yeah.” She says it like its common sense. “You learn that lesson the first time you walk into a drug deal without doing so and end up face-down in a ditch.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Sar “Like Isaid..it’s ok. I do the same, all the time. Check the exits, places for cover, who’s around and assess threats. I’m jsut glad to know she does the same”He say with a nodnad reach for the wings “ANd eat people while it’s still hot”

[Amy] She opens a beer, waving a hand at Kyle. “For fuck’s sake kid. Eat before you waste right away”

[Kyle] “Hey blame the docs. I eat and still don’t get fat.”
Chuckles as he grabs some of the food and starts to eat. Sipping at his beer between mouthfuls.

[Amy] “Good Kyle. Great thing to say to a couple of bitches.” She laughs and takes a drink from the beer, texting with one hand.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles and settles down to eat, looking at Amy for just a moment before she does.

[Leon Davenport] He ate the wings in silence, which is not surprising if you know him. He doesn’t talk much while eating

[Amy] She gives Sarita a too bright smile, just drinking her beer for now.

[Kyle] “HEy you can have a skinny bod like mine. Just get mauled to death and spend 3 years in hospital.”
Winks as he snickers to himself.

[Leon Davenport] He grinned at Kyle’s reply then looked at Amy “Or how about you eat as much as you want and we’ll train harder.”

[Amy] “If we train any harder, Owen is going to lock us upstairs and set the house on fire.”

[Leon Davenport] He blinked then laughed “Yeah..there’s that”He stopped laughing but had a very amused smile on his lips “I did meant training though. Tomorrow night, we’ll start if you still want to”

[Kyle] SMirks as he imagines what sort of training they’re talking about.

[Amy] “Oh, like fight training.” Her phone chirps and she checks it, then tosses it back in her bag.

[Leon Davenport] He grin “Yeah, fight training”

[Amy] “Yeah, that would be good” She smiles and finishes her beer.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Okay guys. Euphemisms only work if you establish them beforehand and thus the other people in the room aren’t the first to figure it out.”

[Amy] “Eye rolling? That’s it? Hell, I figured I’d get something better than that.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sar “Well thing is, I do have fighting training planned with Amy. We just never started. I said I’d train her, and now starting tomorrow, I will” he shrugh “Beside, it was funny” He smiled and ate some more wings

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, she mentioned that whole training thing.” She shrugs a bit, and then looks to Amy. “Eating. No time for snark. Hush.”

[Amy] “Munch me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s his job, not mine.” She grins widely when she says that.

[Leon Davenport] He laughed at Sarita’s reply and shaking his head, kept eating..his wings..

[Amy] “Okay, so. Let’s talk about something else, hey?”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Amy “So, did you get your reply?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She clearly has another remark, but she behaves and bites it back behind a mouthful of chicken wing. Amy gets an amused-as-hell ‘You’re a lucky bitch’ look.

[Amy] “Yeah…” She reaches for another beer.

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “So?”

[Amy] “Not tonight.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Then what would you like to do? Train in case you have your meeting tomorrow or something else?”

[Amy] “It might be a few days. I don’t think we need to try to train all full of chicken and beer.:

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Ok, then any ideas? Anyone?”He look around, opening another beer

[Amy] “We can go fight again.” Because, obviously, fighting and training to fight are two different things in her mind.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at her reply “Give your ribs a couple of days rest. Not sure you want to go around with them broken”

[Amy] “Wouldn’t be the first time. Probably not the last time. Besides, they’re just cracked.”

[Kyle] “I’d stay off the fighting for a while. Nothing worse than making a cracked rib break.”

[Amy] “Oh sure. Who’s side are you on?” She grins at Kyle.

[Leon Davenport] He pressed on her craked ribs with two fingers, looknig at her reaction “Yeah, maybe but you mgiht not be too keen to run around after one pierce a lung or something”

[Kyle] “Oh peirced lungs are fun. Specially the blood bubbles.”
Now the borbid side of him is showing and made worse by his gothic look.

[Amy] “She takes in a sharp breath when he presses her ribs, holding it before letting it out slowly” Not until I make friends with someone with the gift, at least.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey. Not to be the bummer here, but there is a point being made. And cracked ribs…also not good for training.” She shrugs, and gives Amy an apologetic look.

[Amy] She mutters, looking irritated.

[Leon Davenport] He look at her “We’ll find osmething else to do that don’t end up with a fight..hopefully. With you, I never know”he say with a teasing grin

[Amy] “I can’t help it if people piss me off more often than not.” She pokes at him, jabbing between his ribs semi gently.

[Leon Davenport] He lean slightly away from her poking “Hey now..you break it you buy it” He smile “And I can’t see how they do that. You’re so sweet after all.”He say, teasing her

[Amy] “I know! I’m a goddamned ray of fucking sunshine, all the time.”

[Leon Davenport] He nod “Don’t have to tell me. I know that already”He smile and drank his beer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wow. The level of delusion in this room is about to go nuclear.” She grins, watching the two. “Also, the ‘fucking cute’ factor.”

[Amy] “Fuck you, I’m not fucking cute”

[Leon Davenport] He grinned at Amy and Sarita, then just ate some more. He wasn’t getting into that conversation. It suddenly became dangerous.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, that’s what the guys keep telling me.”

[Amy] Her expression fades into a scowl. “Who said I’m not cute?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “All the guys at the bar.” She grins. “They keep asking about my less-cute sister.”

[Amy] “And? Anybody else?”

[Leon Davenport] He had enough wings for now, so he wpied his fingers clan and picked his bottle of beer. He just listend to the sister arguing. Seem like they found something to do..and it might end up with a fight. There didn’t even have to get out. He smield as he drank form the bottle

[Leon Davenport] (*they didn’t even…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…the little voice in the back of your head, apparently.” She raises an eyebrow, watching Amy.

[Amy] She scowls more, finishing her beer.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Jesus, Amy, I was kidding.” She shakes her head. “No one said you weren’t cute.” It’s said in that semi-over-the-top placating way, though the sentiment is obviously sincere.

[Amy] “Alright. Fine. Jesus, let’s fucking drop it then.”

[Leon Davenport] He watched Amy with a smile, leaning back slightly, half laying, half propped sideways on his elbow. He could have chipped in but he wasn’t sure if te comment would have been taken as the joke it would have been or as another sweet comment for Sarita to use. So silence is golden, beer is good..things were perfectly fine for him right now.

[Amy] She settles back with Leon, leaning into him. “So we’re going to go back to your place?”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Yes when you’re ready” He say, wraping one arm around her

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She glances between the two and grabs another beer, getting up and moving to the bed to sit down and have a drink.

[Kyle] When Sarita sits down, Kyle sits up straight suddenly. Yes he had dozed off, beer and food usually good for exhaustion, and he can sleep sitting up. Blinking a few times he looks at everyone with that casual smile as if nothing was wrong.

[Amy] “You okay, kiddo?”

[Kyle] Nods as he checks to make sure he hdan’t dropped anything.
“Yeah I’m fine. We’re all fine here. How bout you?”
Smirks as he grins at her.

[Amy] “We covered this while you were asleep. I’m unbelievably fine.” She sits up slowly, brushing her hand over Leon’s arm. “I’m going to bring some stuff with me this time, okay?”

[Leon Davenport] Heiseyes moved to Kyle as the man had literally been sleeping sitting “Maybe we should let you get some rest?”

[Leon Davenport] He nod at Amy “Sure, bring whatever you need”

[Kyle] Shakes his head as he looks to Leon.
“I’m fine. Seriosuly I bunked with a pack of Gets, with a penchant for nightly brawls, while I was on a wander through Dallas. Noise doesn’t bother me that much.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns and gets up, finishing her beer and setting it aside. “Well, I’m out of here. See you guys later.” It’s short and abrupt for her, and she gives a tiny smile as she heads for the door.

[Amy] “Still. We’ll get out of here, and you have the whole bed to yourself tonight….” Her eyes watch Sarita as she pops up and heads out, head canting to the side as she slowly stands herself. “Yeah… I’ll be right back…”

[Kyle] “Catch you later Sarita. Take it easy.”
Stands up and begins to get some clothes from his pack.
“I’m going to go hit the shower. Probably stinking the place out.”

[Leon Davenport] He blinked at Sarita leaving “Hmm ok, have a good night Sarita” He say with a nod and smile to her. He tilt his head at Amy “Ok”

[Kyle] Grabbing his stuff he stops as Amy heads out. Looks to Leon and shrugs.
“Hey sorry I don’t mean to be rude but didn’t catch your tribe. Can tell me to shut up if I’m over stepping bounaries?”

[Amy] She follows her sister out, leaving Leon and Kyle alone

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She slips out of the hallway and makes her way down the hallway, heading toward the common room to exit. Out of eyeshot, she lets herself tense up a bit more, fingers flexing slightly. She doesn’t notice Amy following, or at least doesn’t acknowledge it.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled “It’s all right, if I don’t tell you, Amy will”He grin “I’m Glass Walker”He say, sitting on the bed “And your from the same tribe as Amy and Sarita?”

[Amy] “What the fuck, Sar?” She keeps her voice more or less quiet, trailing her into the common room.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kyle] “Yeah Strider raised. It’s been interesting have some family in town that’s as unpredictable as that pair. You and Amy got something serious or just a casual thing?”
Smiles as he tilts his head as if waiting for some yelling to filter through the door.
“Did something happen to Sarita while I was out of it?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head, looking over her shoulder. “Nothing. Nothing the fuck, Amy. That’s what I’m doing, is taking off so no one has to be uncomfortable.”
to Amy

[Leon Davenport] He rubbed his cheek “I don’t think we know yet. I’m trying to see if it can be serious. I think she do too.”He shrugh “At least, I hope she do. As for Sarita, except their usual bickering..no, nothing special. She took me by surprise, leaving like that”

[Amy] “Nobody was uncomfortable, Sar. So that’s pretty much bullshit.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She snorts. “Oh, please. Clearly you were, Amy. I can’t make any damned jokes around you two without you getting pissed off, starting the fidget shuffle or switching the topic quick enough to give us whiplash.”
to Amy

[Kyle] “YEah still not sure how Sarita’s mind works. She’s very guarded and that makes it tricky reading her. Well I hope things work out for you both. Seems like you enjoy each other’s company.”

[Leon Davenport] He nod “Thanks. We do, well I do at least. So time will tell. Nothing much more I can do but wait and see how things turn out.”He offered his ahnd to Kyle “It was nice meeting you man. I have a feeling we’ll bump into each other again”

[Amy] “It’s just new, you know? I’m not sure how to handle pretending that I’m all into this guy.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kyle] Shakes the offered hand and nods with that smile he seems to always have on his face.
“Same here. IF you ever need a place to crash away from things feel free. My room’s always open to friends and family.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head, frowning. “Fine…whatever.” She doesn’t seem like she’s down with that explanation, but she shrugs it off. “Yeah, sure. Either way, I’m taking off so Kyle can have his room and actually get some sleep tonight.”
to Amy

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Thanks “I share a 5 bedroom house outside the city with a tribesmate of mine. If you want some quiet, you can come over, Amy know where it is.”

[Amy] “And going where, exactly?”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kyle] “Thanks for the offer. I’d give you my contact number but can’t really use a phone thanks to this….”
Points at the leather collar that conceals his throat.
“But if you leave a message with the bar staff the guys can track me down.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Van, probably. Hotel. I don’t know, somewhere.”
to Amy

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Well you could always get acell and text people. Seem ot be working pretty well when you can’t talk directly”He say with a tilt of his head Änd it’s quicker than leaving notes”

[Amy] She sighs again “Come back to the house with us. There’s a ton of room.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kyle] Chuckles and nods.
“YEah tried that. People still didn’t get the hint and kept calling. Mind have been considering getting one. Especially since things are getting rough around town.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her eyes widen a little, and she shakes her head with a half-amused snort. “Uh, no. Thanks, but no thanks. I have no desire to hear you guys ‘train.'”
to Amy

[Amy] “Oh for fuck’s sake. That was a joke. Come on. We’ll all get out of Kyle’s hair for a couple days.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “I think you should, especially if you liek wandering around. And at least, I’ll know not to write back to you. Those closest ot you will know too. Should be fine”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m not staying at his place, Amy. Not after I just said ‘fuck off’ to his pack. That’s too fucking rude even for me.”
to Amy

[Amy] “You didn’t say fuck off, and they’re not even a fucking pack yet. I invited you. He’ll be fine with it. Just stop being a pain in the fucking ass and let’s go get some shit together.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay, there’s a lot wrong with that statement. First, you can’t invite me to someone else’s territory. And you don’t live there, unless you’re getting ready to move in. Second, I said no. It’s not fucking right.”
to Amy

[Amy] Her eyes narrow. “Fine. Then we’ll both sleep in the fucking van.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She blinks, thrown by that. “What?” She clearly didn’t expect that.
to Amy

[Amy] “I’m not leaving you alone. If you won’t come to Leon’s with us, then I’ll send his ass home and we can camp out in the van.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kyle] “Proably a good plan.”
Gathers his stuff and moves to the door. Sticking his head through and looking down the hall.
“Well I’m going to grab a shower. Catch you around Leon.”
With a casual wave he heads to the showers

[Kyle] (Got to bail folks. Thanks for the scene)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She furrows her brow. “Dude, you ain’t gotta do that. I’m fine. Ain’t like I didn’t sleep in the Bitchmobile for nine years straight on my own.”
to Amy

[Leon Davenport] He fnished his second beer and open a third one. He knew Amy was probbly talking with Sarita, so he simply wait.

[Amy] “Yeah, well, you don’t have to be fucking difficult either. But you are. So what’s it going to be?”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head. “It’s…a thing. I don’t feel comfortable spending the night at his place. It’s being a bitch, I just…it’s not right.”
to Amy

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[It’s NOT being a bitch.]]
to Amy

[Amy] “How? How is it not right? They made us an offer, we got a better offer. There’s nothing wrong with that. And if we’re going to all work together, then everybody’s going to have to get comfortable sooner or later anyway.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Because it’s like saying no to the marriage, but taking the ring anyway. Or…” She gives a frustrated sound, waving her hand. “Something equivalent. You know what I mean.”
to Amy

[Amy] She sighs again. “Jesus fuck.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know, I have a conscience.” She smirks and shrugs. “Who the fuck knew?”
to Amy

[Amy] “So at least go to a fucking hotel.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Why waste the money?” She shrugs. “No point to it.”
to Amy

[Amy] “Because I don’t want to sleep in the fucking van”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her jaw sets, and she shakes her head before she gives up. “Fine.”
to Amy

[Amy] “A decent one too. If I’m not getting laid tonight, then I want to stay somewhere that I can get a fucking bath and watch cable.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Leon Davenport] He put the bottle away once it was empty and leaned down on Amy’s bed, taking off his shoes before and placing an arm over his eyes.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She opens her mouth, and then nods. “Yeah, okay. No fleabag shit…an actual good place.”
to Amy

[Amy] She sighs, arms crossed around her as she turns and heads back to the room.

[Leon Davenport] He moves his arm form his eyes and looks at her “So what happened?”He ask, moving to sit down

[Amy] Her eyes flicker over him stretched out on her bed as she sits on the edge of it. “Tomorrow night, okay? I promise. Me ‘an Sar have some shit to take care of.”

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “Ok sure.” He was sitting beside her “Are we rady to leave?”

[Amy] “No, I mean…. I’ll stay over tomorrow night. I’m going to hang with Sar tonight.”

[Leon Davenport] “Hmmm all right. I was hoping you were saying oyu’d tell me what happened tonight, tomorrow” He slowly got up “Guess, I’ll leave you two alone then”

[Amy] “Can I walk you out?” Can she. Not she’s going to.

[Leon Davenport] He shook his head “Naw, it’s fine. See you tomorrow ok?”

[Amy] “Oh… um. Alright…”

[Leon Davenport] “He smile “Don’t want you to keep your sis waiting”

[Amy] She forces a smile, reaching to put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry.”

[Leon Davenport] He look into her eyes “Are you ok?”

[Amy] “I’m fine” She leans in and kisses his cheek. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

[Leon Davenport] He nod “Sure” He kisses her lips very brieflty as she did only offer him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll leave the beer here for your sister as a peace offering for whatever i did to her all right?”He say, heading toward the door

[Amy] “It wasn’t you. Call me, okay?”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded, stopping at the door “Well, you two enjoy them all right. Might not help her feel better, but at least she’ll have something to drink. And yes, I’ll call you. Have a good night”He say with a smile, looking at her a moment before heading out of the room

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Hanging Out With the Sister and In-Law (Fragment)

[Amy] “We should go find a fight.”

[Leon Davenport] He smile at Amy “We should never look for a fight, they usually find us soon enough.” He finished his beer “Well if oyu really want a fight, we can always go out and hunt”

[Amy] “I really want a fight.” She nods, draining her beer and standing up.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “A fight it is.” She grins and rises. “This should be fun.”

[Amy] “Fan fucking tastic.” She grins again. “Where to?”

[Leon Davenport] He got up “I don’t know the hotspots of the city. Sarita, any idea?”He ask the Strider as he picked his jacket up

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know of a certain skinhead bar that would LOVE to see us again…”

[Amy] Her eyes get big and she nods. “Fuck yes. Let’s go.” Without really waiting for the others, she’s on her way to the door.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh dear.” She grins maniacally. “This should be fun. C’mon, Ahnuld. Don’t get left behind…” She follows after.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled and went to follow them “We take one car or two?”He ask once they were outside

[Amy] “We should probably take the van, in case anybody gets left for dead again. Your car is too nice. It would get jacked.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled “Yeah, then again if my car get jacked, we would have another fight coming. With people dead at the end of it” He say letting them lead him to the van

[Amy] Gaia bless her, she actually seems to be considering it now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh Christ. Yeah, we’ll just take the van. Easier getaway.” She hops in the driver’s seat of the VW Bus. “Leon, don’t break anything.” Honestly, it would be hard for Leon to see if he was breaking anything, the back area was more or less a mess.

She starts it up and waits till the others get in before taking off.

[Amy] Her head tilts to each side, neck popping. Her eyes are lit up now, obviously looking forward to the pending fight.

[Leon Davenport] “All right, I’ll try” He say to Sarita, not saying anything about the mess as he got in. He wa on his best behavior as well tonight after al. He tried to find a safe place to sit and hold on

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The woman drives like a bat out of hell. Amy’s used to it by now of course, but how the woman has not gotten them both killed is a mystery. or at least how she avoids getting pulled over. Leon is in for quite a ride as they head off, ending up well into the shitty part of town before she kills the engine outside a rowdy-looking bar.

[Leon Davenport] He did grab to something. All right, maybe what they say about no moon was true. They aren’t all quite sane. When Sarita stop the fan, he steps out, jsut glad to have his feet on the ground and be in control again.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Oh, and it didn’t help that she was blasting Ke$ha over the stereo, either. Girl has some wacky-ass taste in music.

She slides out of the van, looking over the bar and grinning, though she looks to Amy. “All right, you’re the one with the plan this time. What is it?”

[Leon Davenport] He unzipped his jacket and left it in hte car, standing in the cold, wearing only his t-shirt. He wondered if he should have brought a gun, but he had a feeling he might find one inside. It could be fun. He look at Amy “So what now, fearless leader?”

[Amy] “Find some assholes beat the shit out of them?” She twists in her set so that she can see both of them

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well yeah. But…I mean fine, I can smack the smallest friend of the biggest guy again, but that didn’t go so well last time…”

[Amy] “I just vote that I not wake up in the hospital again.”

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “There is more asshole in there then there is of us. And let’s face it, I’m not going to shift in there.”Ok..might not be the truth. He mgiht lose it, especially if Amy ogt hurt, or even Sarita. “Maybe we should divide and conquer. We get in, we drink, some troubel will find us, then we head out and deal with it without the bar jumping us”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy…” It’s a plaintive whine, though clearly teasing. “He’s trying to fight with his brain…”

[Amy] “Um. What?” She laughs, head shaking.

[Leon Davenport] He grinned at the sisters “Well maybe you should try you know. I don’t wake up in hospitals often that way” He grin “All right ladies, let’s go in and make me look like the luckiest man on this side of the planet at least, by being with you” He say with a smile, though his hand moved to Amy’s lower back. He wouldn’t dare prented to look like he’s with Sarita, even as a joke.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins and shrugs. “I guess I’ll have to find my date in there.” And on she walks, into skinhead heaven.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Hits pause!]]

[Leon Davenport] (pause)

The Social (Pack) Network

[Matthieu] The invitation was extended to Owen as well as Leon(Though he might be looking to arrive later) to meet in a medium sized warehouse in the Lake View area. Matthieu’s car was the only thing parked out there and a large garage door was left open. Row upon row upon row of shelves were left empty within and up on one side was the raised office which floated above the warehouse and allowed the boss(and guests) a chance to look out over the facility.

Matthieu was overhead leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in the finest attire that money could buy. Each and every threat of clothing matched to his exacting specifications. Matthieu always seemed to tower over others even when they were on the same level but this only seemed fitting that a Silver Fang might find the highest place in the building in which to stand just to display himself in all his radiant magnificence.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Matthieu was displaying himself in all his resplendence and royal breeding when a long haired man walks with casual purpose through the garage door. This was not Leon. Therefore, it was either a very very angry bum, or Owen. Long fingers tease through dark hair as the theurge takes stock of the warehouse, before raising strange green eyes to the Fang on his pedestal. A gruff nod as breeding slaps him in the face. This could only be Mattheiu. A low rumbling tenor echoes through the empty space.*

Matthieu. I’m Owen. Leon’s hung up in a meeting.

*Abrupt and to the point, approaching with a raised hand in greeting as tan work boots sound on the catwalk.*

[Matthieu] Matthieu adjusts his position, and with it his cuffs before finally presenting a hand out and the most charming smile he can bring to bare.”Yes I’ve heard mention of you from Leon and I must say I am delighted to finally get the chance to meet you in person.”He says with a little grin.

“I suspect Leon has taken some time to speak to you about what he and I spoke of in our last meeting?”He asks before turning.”Come let’s get to the office.”He says leading to the door and into the rather spartan office.”Would you like some juice?”He asks as he walks to the refrigerator.”I am sorry this place hasn’t been stocked yet… Corporate expansion and all. We needed a larger warehouse in the city.”He says as he pulls out a bottle of applejuice.

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s late. Fuck only knows where Sarita is, but it isn’t where she thought they were supposed to be. This whole Leon thing is going to blow up in her face. She hurries to the address that was given to her after yet another text to Sarita of the ‘Jesus fuck where the fuck ARE you?’ variety.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Owen’s calloused palm meets the Fang’s own, and the galliard’s charming smile is met with a slight quirk of lips. A smile, if one was being generous. Matt’s eyes are met for a fraction of a second, then the glasswalker averts his gaze. Still, there is strangely little of submission in the act, the theurge hardly seeming meek.*

No Juice.

*Not meek, but hardly chatty either. Matt is watched as his guest settles into a chair comfortably. Nowhere near as stylish as his ahroun counterpart, Owen was dressed simply. Jeans and a cable knit olive sweater.*

Leon spoke to your willingness to form a pack not directly related to scouting or striking. A pack for the city and sept both.

[Amunet Trujillo] Dark warehouse. Random cars. Very few lights on. Sure, this situation is obviously, perfectly safe. She parks and hops out of the car, moving far better tonight than she has been. After doing a quick check to see what or who may be around, she heads into the warehouse.

[Owen DeTerizzi] [oh yeah. nightmares?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Matthieu] He nods his head as he returns to the table. His eyes looking ahead. The bright lights in the warehouse were welcome enough for anyone outside the office though the rows upon rows of open shelves implied the place was not yet open for business. Matt hadn’t yet noticed the kin scampering around below.

“That was the intention… I mean we all fight but sometimes the battle itself choses to take a path that differs greatly from what Garou have come to expect. This is the modern world, after all, and few battles, if any, are fought with tooth and claw these days.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her boots announce her presence, the click of the heels echoing through the cavernous room and floating up to alert the men in the office to her presence.

[Owen DeTerizzi] Many battles are fought with tooth and claw. I leave that to those suited for them however. I’m better with plants than people, better with spirits than boardrooms or computers.

I have a vision of a city and sept harmonious and self-sufficient. The best of weaver and wyld together.
If I can help you, and you can help me, this pack will suit me. Leon’s the corporate wolf.

*Curt and to the point. It had been a rough night last night, and while yesterday’s dreamless reprieve had helped, the theurge wasn’t entirely at his best this evening. Would that Leon were here to talk, as he was better suited. Fingers rub across Owen’s temple as footfalls echo from below, head craning that way in question.*

Company.

[Amunet Trujillo] The tone of the steps change as she moves from the concrete floor to the metal stairs, each one taken with a slight pause before she hits the next.

[Matthieu] He listens to Owen with a smile and his eyes open just a little wider. He seems ready to speak when company is mentioned. Matthieu turns to look out the window and his smile slowly grows. He walks to the door and calls out to the woman.”Up here… Are you one of the women Leon mentioned?”He asks Amunet with a charming little smile.

“Come on up and join us in the office. I was just getting warmed up.”He says before returning inside.”We will let our guest get settled in and then I will continue. If you don’t mind waiting that is?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Glancing up at the voice, her steps speed up a little. Getting to the top, she gives Matt a slight smile and pushes her hair back with her fingers.

“Yeah, I’m Amy. Sorry I’m late…”

[Matthieu] He shakes his head holding the door open for her as she enters before letting her step past and closing it behind her.”Think nothing of it… This wasn’t a formal meeting or anything.”He adds with a little smile.”I was just beginning to speak with Owen. Have the two of you met?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.”Where are my manners?”He presents a hand out to the kin.”I am Matthieu Louvel de Ponthieu. It is a pleasure to meet you face to face miss..?”The question intended to get a name out of the woman.

[Owen DeTerizzi] We’ve met.

*Amy. Leon’s current pupil and Owen’s most recent headache. The theurge’s lips purse wry as the opinionated kinfolk walks into the room, her blood fairly singing with promise of jackal headed warriors and Egyptian ancestors past. Amy gets a nod of his head as he pushes out a seat for her with the toe of his boot.*

[Amunet Trujillo] Owen. Fuck. Maybe he won’t remember?

“Amunet Trujillo. Amy.” She shakes his hand, offering a bright, confident smile before looking Owen over quickly and nodding. “Hey.”

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”Excellent… Well if you don’t mind taking a seat I will continue.”The decorations were rather empty. There was a small kitchen area though it wasn’t well stocked either. There was a large table in the room with chairs but little else at the moment.

“Would you like some juice Amy? We don’t have much but I’ve only recently leased this place and haven’t had time to arrange for proper accommodations.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “No, I’m fine thank you.” She takes the seat that Owen offers, settling in and crossing her legs.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Owen’s phone vibrates, and being the filthy Urrah that he was, he hauls it out of his pocket, punches a response, and looks back up to the Galliard.

Silent and vaguely unsettling.*

[Matthieu] He glances at Owen and then to the phone and then back to Owen. A slight smile growing before looking at Amunet.”This is a city is it not? I mean we have this past as brave and dangerous warriors but let’s face it todays warriors are not the same as yesterdays warriors. We need them less and less… The need for the Garou to fight with tooth and nail declines when our major battles and losses are occurring in City Hall, and Courtrooms no?”He asks the other two.

“So my hope is simple… We take control of Chicago. Physically, Spiritually, Mentally. This city is it’s people and if we can control it’s people then we can control this city and if the city is under our control then this city. Our city… Becomes our weapon.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “So you want to take over the world, is what you’re saying? Cultivate influence and then exert that influence when necessary? What happens when we need to fight?”

[Owen DeTerizzi] We fight.

*Owen’s attention – distracted as it was by the shine of his I-phone – veers towards Amunet, strange green eyes focussing on the strider’s features carefully. Long fingers steeple as he leans forward and explains gruffly.*

We all fight. Kin and Garou alike. Equal respect for equal effort. But we try to fight with intelligence and planning. Use our resources.

*That gaze slips from the kinfolk to the regal fang at her elbow. An eyebrow raising in silent question.*

Tooth and claw might be rare for us, but if all else fails, we will have them as a resource as well, if needed.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t have a problem fighting. I think you know that.” She looks Owen over again.

[Matthieu] He shrugs his shoulders.”I am Garou… I am not incapable of handling myself in a Fight… I am also looking to recruit Leon as a Full Moon he too would likely even outshine myself in a fight. When we need to fight we will fight… But our focus would not be on the front lines. Our focus would be elsewhere. We would be the ones pulling the police away from the scene of the crime. When someone slips… We would deal with their mess. When something gets out that shouldn’t we would be the ones who recover it.”

“When a company comes to town and purchases the territory of a pack from under their noses… It would be we who have our agents meet them in the courtroom and bind them up in litigation to the point where they throw their hands up in surrender.”

“The world of today is different. The war of today is a different animal and the Garou must be prepared to adapt with it. I am a Silver Fang, and I am a Traditionalist but I am also a realist. Without resources, influences, and some form of a hold upon this city we are little more than vagrants trying to fix a city overrun with a disease that devours entire city blocks within hours.”

“Our fight will be on the modern battleground… Our victories will not be as bloody as some but we will hit our enemies wqhere it hurts them most of all. We will hit them with changes in city polities… We will hit them with protests from the poor… We will hit them with court dates and perhaps even attacks on their servers? We will hit them with the very weapon they use to overwhelm us. When we control this city it ceases to be a blight upon the surface of Gaia and becomes a very large and very dangerous boot which we use to crush our enemies beneath.”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Amy’s looking at the side of Owen’s head, and his eyes flick to hers briefly, but his attention is dedicated to the other garou in the room. Leon had a vested interest in the girl, Owen at this point did not. Perhaps should she become linked to the pack. Until then, she was his neither to teach, nor protect. A nod of Owen’s head to Matt.*

You speak mainly of ways to control the city. What of having it flourish? It is as dynamic as a jungle and Chicago is an entity all its own. What of improvement?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s not difficult for those inside the warehouse to hear Sarita coming. The VW Bus blasting “Raise Your Glass” by Pink announces that much. Sarita pulls her vehicle of choice up to the outside of the warehouse and plays a few moments longer before the sound dies. Not long after, the Ragabash’s long and quiet stride takes her into the warehouse.

Get it? Stride? As in Strider. And the strides are silent. Because the tribe….oh, shut the fuck up. You wouldn’t know funny if it hit you in the fucking face. No, Jay Leno is not “funny,” sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Speak up again when you have a sense of humor.

Ahem. Sorry about that. Anyway, Sarita comes into view, dressed in a T-Shirt that says “Sorry about what happens later” across it and a pair of black jeans underneath her ever-present duster. Her steel-toed boots complete the outfit. She walks inside, calling out as she does.

“C’mout, c’mout, wherever you aaaaare…” It’s a fairly good impression of DeNiro from Cape Fear.

[Matthieu] He peeks out when he catches sight of Sarita and he smiles once more then walks to the door and opens it.”Come on up we’re just getting started…”He calls down to her with a little smile. Wanting to make certain everyone is here to listen as well as contribute.

The call comes from the office up the stairs that overlooks the warehouse. Matt’s charming little grin was hard to make out from so high above the others.

He returns a moment or two later before giving Owen a little smile.”The city will improve with our guidance… That certainly doesn’t need to be gone into until we have opened it up and managed to gain some degree of control. From there we can begin to institute changes and pave the way for a better city and perhaps open up areas to gaia’s influence.”He says with a smile.

“I am, however, a Galliard my skills are with words and knowledge. I would hope that you would handle the mending and repairing of the city from a spiritual side. Gaining not only the Favor of the people of the city but the city itself. With it all of us live and grow. Becoming an important part of Chicago itself no?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up and nods before climbing the stairs, skipping two out of every three steps, throwing the door to the office open when she gets up. She leaps in with arms spread wide. “Ta-DA!”

She gives a Cheshire grin and looks around, nodding. “S’up, my homies?” She drops into a seat next to Amy, putting her feet up.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Again, they have company. This time the bearded theuge doesn’t shift to look at the owner of the voice. He sits patiently and waits – this was no doubt the strider that Leon had mentioned. Long haired is gathered in his hand and held in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, the only outward sign of his impatience. A leaf caught in thick waves, unnoticed as Sarita hops into the room with theatrics.

Owen raises his calloused palm and nods his head in hello. Low tenor rumbling gruffly.*

You must be Amy’s sister.

[Leon Davenport] The black lexuswas parked and exited in a hurry. Stupid business meetings that stretches for hours. He growled softly at how annoy he felt right now. He made his way straight upstairs, giving his name if needed. He took the time to calm down slightly during the elevator ride, breathing slowly, but unable to let all of it go. Mixed with his rage, that feeling he had right now made him look and feel more intense than usual. He opened the door of the office looking around.

He made a dashing figure in a dark grey suit fitting his athletic frame nicely with a blue shirt matching his piercing blue eyes. Blond hair was styled as usual, face clean shaven for now. He walked in, offering a respectful nod to Matt, a polite smile to Sarita, a warmer one for Amy and a friendly ndge and smile for Owen when he stopped beside the Theurge “Good evening all, sorry for being late”He say, looking at them.

[Matthieu] He smiles to Sarita.”Have a seat and welcome… I was just beginning our conversation.”He says with a little smile.”Hopefully Leon will be along Shortly. At least that much is the hope, but either way come in and have yourself a seat. I am Matthieu and this is Owen, and this is Amy. I don’t know who all knows one another but we may as well get past invitations.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey Sar.” She doesn’t look entirely comfortable, and that only increases when Leon arrives. Returning his smile with as charming of a rendition she can manage, her eyes flicker between the three Garou men as her hands fidget in her lap.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, only if I must be,” she says to Owen with a grin. She looks at Matthieu and nods. “Okay. Amy I know pretty well. Being my sister and all.” She winks. “Rest of you, hey.”

And then Leon comes in, and she looks over at him with a little smirk. “Hey there L-Train. Whassup?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Owen is the one that I almost had the fight with the other night.”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Leon nudges the his tribesmate, and whats more shocking is that he gets away with it. Owen even gives what might pass as a smile as he’s jostled, and kicks out a seat for the ahroun to sit nearby. A finger raises to the Silverfang, Glasswalker eager to get to business as he rumbles.*

Leon has been kept abreast of the conversation by text. Please continue, if you had more to say Mattheiu.

*Amy speaks on nearly having a fight with him, and the long haired theurge raises an eyebrow in flat surprise, before looking to Leon. *

[Leon Davenport] Leon sat in the offered seat, looking at Owen with smile and slight shake of his head. Forget about it, it seem ot say. Thery could always talk about the comment later, right now, there was business to be done. He didn’t know who heard what so he look at Matthieu with a smile, letting him continue. He had nothing to add to what Owen had written him about the meeting. Maybe he will speak up if Sarita and Amy have questions.

So for now, he sat, his attention mostly on Matthieu once his eyes has taken the office in, spotting the exit, windows if any and potential palces for cover if trouble arise.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oooh, right.” She nods to Owen, seeming to hold nothing against him over it. Sarita herself almost gets in fights with Amy on a semi-daily basis, after all. She gives Owen a smile, then leans back as her attention turns to Matthieu, listening to what he has to say with a bit of a smile.

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”My point was honestly rather straight forward. It matters not our strength of arms… It matters not the courage in our hearts… It matters not our will to succeed if we simply do not have what it takes to achieve success in this city. We must adapt to the modern day… We must expand the resources and holdings of the sept on every level.”

“Out there on the street right now are eyes, ears, and cameras everywhere… Recording all manner of information. Through the cables limitless amounts of knowledge is traveling at the speed of light. All that information, and all that knowledge… Every man on the police force, every lawyer, every politician, every man on the street washing windows for spare change, every pimp and prostitute, every young father or aging single mother… Every soldier coming home from his tour. Every teacher in every school… Every man driving a boat… Every dog on the street, every bird in the sky, every spirit lurking in the shadows. All of it is bound and tied together and all of it is here because Gaia has willed it to be so. Whether they know it or not… They are all a part of this war. Every moment of their lives and our own hinges upon our success.”

“We can continue to fight the Wyrm on it’s own terms or we can choose to make use of the resources available to us. We take control of Chicago and we turn her into Gaia’s most potent weapon against the Wyrm. We become the support network that allows our soldiers to take the fight to the enemy. We watch every corner… We make sure no garou must die alone. We take this fight to a new level. Perhaps it is not as glorious and amazing as life on the front lines but no army can function without a solid support base. Without countless resources behind it. We have ourselves, and we have our cities kin. We have the means to orchestrate an order both complex and grand beyond the scope of any one man or any one pack. We have the means to turn an entire city into Gaia’s most potent weapon. Every living thing in this city turned towards one purpose against a common enemy. Whether they know it or not… This is their fight too and with them we can win it.”It was a speech, it was a Galliard speech and it was the kinda thing that he likely practiced before attempting to give it. Still… He wanted others to understand the importance and what lay at stake here and what his idea truly was.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She listens, shooting a couple looks over to Amy, and then around the room to judge everyone else’s thoughts. When Matthieu is done, she simply raises her hand.

[Matthieu] He nods his head towards Sarita.”Question?”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Sarita gets a slow nod of his head, errant leaf slipping a little further down in his hair. Lets face it. Owen hardly looks like a brawler. Sure, he cuts a rather chiseled from underneath that tight olive sweater, but that was from a lifetime surfing and running. He’s lean and relaxed and somehow not entirely present even though he’s sitting not 3 feet away from the pair of gorgeous striders.

Attention swings back to Matt as the Silverfang speaks in prose, and then more, and then again, as a galliard is wont to do. Theurge listening. Comprehension clear on his features as he looks to Leon and nods once in approval. That done, he looks to the Ragabash with an expression of mild curiousity.*

[Leon Davenport] He lsitende to Matthieu and is expression while still being intense, also convey the fact that he’s agreeing with the man. He wasn’t here to be swayed, he was here to help Matthieu sway the others if the needed to be. He was doing a pretty good job so far. He figured he would let Matthieu handle the society part, he would handle the action part for those who mgiht need info about how they would distinguish themselves in front of the Nation

His eyes went to Sarita, a small smiel on his lips when she raised her hand

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “A couple, yeah.” She slips her feet off the table and stands, popping a cigarette into her mouth and lighting up. They were going to have to get used to her bad habits if they did indeed end up being packed. She paces a little.

“You got a good plan here, but far be it from me if I didn’t do my job and played Devil’s Advocate. Working the human angle is good. I like that. You gotta hit the Wyrm from every possible angle, and they sure as hell won’t expect it considering it’s their strength, and they always expect us to hit their weak points. Sometimes you gotta attack with your pawn, just to make your opponent go ‘What the fuck’ and throw them off their game. So I like what you’re getting at here.

“That said,” she added after a breath, looking around. “I see some problems. First off…how much influence do we have? I’m brand new to the city. So is Amy. I know that Leon said he was, too. Matthieu, Owen, you guys will have to let me know, I’m not sure. So it’s gonna be a very slow-going process.” She shrugs. “Not a bad thing, just something that needs to be pointed out. Building influence on a level that can combat the Wyrm will take a lot of time and effort. before we have the city acting as one against the Wyrm.”

She takes a breath and continues. “Second, we do have the influence of kin to go off of. That’s good, but we’re gonna have to be careful about that. Some people are protective of their kin and territorial, and won’t like the idea of us putting them in danger. And make no mistake, they will be in danger. I like it. I do. But it needs to be spelled out to them, and those whose protection they are under.

“Finally, I got one point to make. The Curse may well work against us. No offense guys, and it’s not a bad thing 99 times out of 100, but I get the feeling some of us make the norms a bit sketchy. An Ahroun, a Galliard…those are set to doing just that. Again, these aren’t insurmountable, but they are things that need to be hashed the hell out before we start window shopping for totems.”

[Matthieu] His smile brightens and his eyes sparkle just a hint as the woman begins speaking. His head nodding slightly and his certainty showing through as he leans back against a counter.

“As I see it we have influence in this city. However I don’t know the degree to which that influence is interconnected. We need to determine how we can best organize and orchestrate. This will take a period of learning for all of us. Poking around and trying to find what resources are available both to use as well as the sept.”He holds his hand up and puts one of three fingers down as he speaks.”That would be the first phase in seeing to the pack’s success.”

“You are also right.”He says as he puts a second finger down.”That we do not wish to step on any toes. Any kin who carry out missions for us will do so of their own volition. Any who choose to live with and work with our pack on a day to day level will be assumed to be under our care. Should they die in our care measures will be taken to appease their tribes. If a tribe does not wish its kin to take part in our operations then that kin will be secluded.”He gives a charming little grin.”It’s really not a large issue when we are actively putting the kin to work. By and large the intention is not to be sending them into battle but to be making the best use of their greatest strengths.”

The third finger drops.”And that is why we will be making use of kin to this degree. Not all humans can handle or deal with our kind. So they will be our go-betweens, our harbingers and messengers. Any who cross them will have to deal with those who they represent. In this way the curse becomes our weapon, we utilize their fear, or their greed, or if possible their raw lust to pull them into our corner and through our Kin we execute our plans.”He smiles just a hint.

“But even then these are hardly large obstacles. People will put up with a large amount of discomfort when money, power, and success are on the line. We collectively seek to improve our position and the position of the sept and through our agents most of our day to day affairs are handled. We in turn focus our attention on the protection and well being of those under our protection as well as matters our kin cannot handle themselves.”

[Leon Davenport] He listened to Sarita raising out good points and nodded as Matthieu answered her doubts. He didn’t know if the Silver Fang’s reply would appease Sarita but he did think Mathieu was right. They would work closely with kin, have them be a part of the dynamics surrounding the pack. And all of them didn’t want to put kin in unecessary danger. They will be exposed to it. SOme will die, as will members of the future Pack. You can’t have a war without casualities.

Still by working in the shadows, they might actually add a few years to their lives, so they could do good longer and also by choosing hteir fights smartly, they will increase their success rate. Not a bad deal when you think about it.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *He’s on board, he’s in agreement, listening placidly to Sarita talk and fulfill her role as no moon without even being in the pack yet. She says “Window shopping for totems” and they can practically ~hear~ the theurge grimace. He glances warily about the corners of the room but remains silent on the subject, instead choosing another as he catches Amy’s reflection in the window.*

Kinfolk are no problem at present until we choose a few specific targets to begin with. We need only accumulate them at current, as willing allies. As to fitting spirits willing to allow us patronage, I’ll begin a search for one that will both have us and help further our goals.

Assuming we’re agreed that there’s an “Our” with goals to… pursue.. .. .

*He’d say more, but the shaggy haired eco-shaman is getting less and less…well… present. A tired expression on his face as he holds the arms of his chair suddenly, only to find himself slipping through the velvet curtain, tugged back by an umbra that guarded him like a clingy lover does her favorite fling. Eyes lambent green as he fades from view, snarl of frustration registering instead as a whispered – *

Fucking hell….Go on withou-

*And like that his chair is empty.*

[Owen DeTerizzi] [thats me using a flaw to get to beeed! 😛 Thanks for play all!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow, and looks around at the three–okay, now two–Garou in the room with her, and then she laughs at something. She laughs pretty hard. She slaps the table, and then shakes her head as she gets it under control.

“I’m not…laughing at you…” she says, finally getting it down. “Just…mental image. Never mind.” She takes a breath, then takes a drag off the cigarette to help put a stop to her laughing.

“Okay. Sorry about that. So.” She clears her throat. “All good points. Although you realize you responded to the second concern by saying that kin involvement would be voluntary, and the third by saying we’d be relying primarily on kin, or power, money or sex appeal. Those two combinations–relying largely on voluntary kin whose protecting Garou allow them to work with us–and using the Curse in those limited ways it’s a benefit–all of which have risk, of course–is pretty limiting.”

A pause. “Plus, I ain’t got power and I ain’t got money, though I hear tell I got part three.” A shrug. “Just sayin’.”

[Leon Davenport] He watches Sarita amd smiled. She did have the last one and many kin or humans will feel it. He shifted slightly to get her attention. “You have a point. Our goal is big and will need some expension from the core we are building, bit it’s all part of the slow process you mentioned earlier. We won’t acheive anything overnight. You say you don’t have power or money..that’s right now. But I have a feeling you have you ear ot the street, hear things that Matthieu, Owen or I won’t hear about because we move in other circle.

Maybe that’s where your power and influence will come from. We need a diverse group of Garou and kin to get this going. If we asked you to come, it’s because we know you can bring something to the group, from your wits to the connections you will create in the city” He say, looking at Matthieu to see if he add anything to add

[Matthieu] He shrugs his shoulders.”Can you talk? No one says you have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but if you can play a part then you are worth your weight in gold to us.”He says with a smile.”I don’t want to imply anything but you are a beautiful woman, and men do all kinds of stupid things for beautiful women without so much as the promise of anything. You stick a beautiful woman in a board room and suddenly every man in there is that much more receptive to whatever it is you are talking about. All you’d have to be able to do is play a part the money and power thing is already covered.”

He shrugs his shoulders.”Barring that… If you can’t talk can you sneak. Can you steal? Can you break into someone’s house at night and dig up dirt that we can use to get him on our side?”He asks her this with a little smile.

“If you can’t do any of those things maybe you can listen? Bring us information crucial to our operations.”

“Surely no matter who you are or what you wish to do we have room and use for you. When I know your talents I am sure I will better have an idea of how you could directly benefit the entire pack. Everyone from every walk of life drawn into this group will have a use and a purpose as important as the rest.”He grins.”The packs collective strengths add to the greater whole and through each individual we grow stronger.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods, grinning. “Believe me, I see what you’re getting at. I’m just asking the questions that gotta be asked, to make sure the pack doesn’t hit a crucial point and go all, ‘Shit, now what?'”

She pats Amy’s shoulder [We losted Ange] and looks to the others. “Interesting pack proposition. I can promise you that we’ll definitely think about it.”

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”There will be bumps… There always is. But if executed properly this city will become something far more valuable to ourselves and the sept than anyone could have imagined. It might not be as immediately glorious but over time others too will understand why we chose to walk this path.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at the half sisters “Well, like I told you two nights ago, I just wanted you to listen to our proposition. I had afeeling you might be at least interested.” He nodded “I also want to thank you for raising the points you did. I think Matthieu has most angles covered, but looking for flaws and finding it before they become a problem is the smart thing to do. You seem good at that. I hope you will agree to side with us. Take the time you need ot think about it.”

He looked at the empty seat beside him “I’ll aso keep Owen posted about what we discussed after his disapearance. In case he has another point of view on all this”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Any time. Happy to fire my Tommy gun of reason at the fabric of a plan, see where it needs patching up after.”

She gives them all a smile as she and Amy rise to go. “Check y’all later. You guys know where to find us.”

[Leon Davenport] He smoothly got up “Yes I do.”He offer Sarita a smile and his hand “See you around Sarita, take care” He look at Amy with a grin “I’ll call you later” He didn’t kiss her cheek, or hug her or anything. He wasn’t sure where they stood right now.

He didn’t leave right away, jsut in case Matthieu wanted to talk with him

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene guys!]]

A Trip To The Wieners Circle

[John] Whoever is on the other end of the conversation is not the world’s quickest thumb-typer. It’s easy for her to imagine, perhaps, that the tall Modi is attempting to push the buttons with an index finger rather than his thumb; he does not appear, either in person or her recollection, to be the world’s most manually dexterous person. It is a good two minutes before she gets a response.

[Amunet Trujillo] She gives Leon an apologetic smile, phone in her hand as she waits and tilts her head toward the door. “Shall we? What sounds good?”

[Leon Davenport] He turned hishead to look at her with a smile “Hmmmm only places that mgiht still be open are mCDonald’s or Denny’s. Only you know of another place, I guess Denny’s would be ok”

[Leon Davenport] (*Unless you know…)

[Amunet Trujillo] The smile she gives him is pure evil. “You like hot dogs?”

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head at her expression “Hot dogs, sure.” he say with a smile

[Amunet Trujillo] GodDAMNIT. How the fuck does she get into these situations? She texts quickly, then slips her phone into her pocket.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I know the perfect place.” She zips her jacket, then heads out into the cold.

[Leon Davenport] He watche her with her phone then nodded at her reply “All right, lead the way”He say moving after her “Should we get a cab?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Probably a good idea, yeah.”

[John] There is no response that Amunet can read on her phone; whoever is on the other end must have figured that silence was the equivalent of acquiescence. Given who it is, that can’t be too surprising. She doesn’t hear from him again until they get to the hot dog stand.

[Leon Davenport] He nods and look around for a cab, once he spot one he hails it and let her give the driver’s directions to where she wanted to go

[Amunet Trujillo] (Acquiescence is a great word…) She makes small talk in the cab on the way over, pulling out a compact to check her makeup and powder her nose in a move that seems far too girly for her.

[Leon Davenport] He watched her with some kind of half smile on his lips. He hoped it was for him, but had a feeling it wasn’t so. Though life is full of surprises right? He talk with her during the ride, paying for the ride once they arrive at their destination

[Amunet Trujillo] The hot dog stand is run down, at best. Even in the sub zero wind chill, the place is overflowing with the usual late night crowd, with people crammed into the tiny space and shouting orders and obscenities over each other.

[Leon Davenport] He looked at the place “Lovely”He say with a grin. He headed inside, opening the door for her and well his presence hascertainly quieten the place a little as people stare at him not without fear as he move to find a place to sit. Those stuck around them are giving him wary glances, not too sure if the man will attack them if htey make too much noice. Fact is..it could happen.

[John] Standing apart from the crowd of people is a tall, solidly-built young man who ought to be familiar to Amunet by now, who Leon might recognize as the nameless Modi whom he had bought shots last night prior to his seemingly uncalled-for disappearance. He’s not paying attention to his surroundings–or at least, he doesn’t seem to–because he’s staring off into the distance, likely at nothing, snow seeming to melt before it touches him as it falls down out of the sky. He is wearing a jacket tonight, but no gloves, scarf or hat. It’s brutally cold, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

[Amunet Trujillo] The drunker of the patrons, which is most of them to be honest, continue to shout and cat call. They aren’t inside five minutes before Amy’s ass is grabbed, the owner of the offending hand spitting out teeth not ten seconds later after a particularly effective right hook.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s moving gingerly this evening after the misadventures from the night before. The Garou is in a fairly good mood though as she walks along, not minding the cold. It distracts from the rest of the discomfort. She flicks a cigarette out the window as she pulls her van up to the hot dog stand, slipping out and making her way along toward the front door.

[Leon Davenport] Just before he sat, Leon noticed John. Great, he tihnks ot himself. There goes his appetite. He didn’t believe in coincidences. He now had a good idea who it was that teexted Amy and made her grin earlier. He doesn’t say anything, except nodding to the man, a barely perceptible nod, hands in his pockets. He doesn’t move closer to John, thinking Amy will either motion him over or go join him

[John] [Hey guys can you do me a huge favor? I’m a slow writer and tend to bail out of scenes I can’t keep up with. Could we do maybe one post per “round” so I don’t have a flail moment?]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[That’s fine!]]

[John] [You guys are awesome, thank you so much! I’ll try and keep my posts short.]

[Leon Davenport] (works for me…so order is you, Amy, Sarista then me?)

[Leon Davenport] *Sarita

[John] [Yeah… we don’t even have to do an ‘order,’ just as long as I don’t have more than one set of posts to respond to at once.]

[John] On the next sweep of the room, he notices a few things: Amy is being manhandled by one of the myriad drunk patrons frequenting the place, she manages to knock out a few of his teeth and move on with her night, and she’s brought along the Ahroun who she was with last night.

This doesn’t faze him. Perhaps that speaks more of John’s intentions being nearly Puritan, but there isn’t a rankling of territorialism or a flash of jealousy when he realizes she’s here with another wolf. He just pulls away from his perch, where he’d been leaning against a wall out of the way, and starts to wander over. He’s moving slowly, but he doesn’t appear as though he’s in any distress.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pushes in through the front door, looking around as she does so. She seems familiar with the unique environment of the place and is grinning a little as she lets the door swing shut behind her. She pauses to take a lean against the door for a second, getting her bearings and figuring out the lay of the land tonight.

The first thing she sees is John, who of course she recognizes from last night. He gets a big grin and a little wave, before she follows his path to see Amy and Leon. Her brow quirks at that, watching the situation placing two male Garou in conjunction with her sister, and she walks over toward the table. Her expression is more or less inscrutable. She’s smiling, but anyone who knows her knows that this could be either good OR bad.

[Amunet Trujillo] Chants of ‘Chocolate Shake!’ start, along with a collection of bills. Once there’s a sizable amount, the wad is handed over to the large, loud black woman behind the counter. After flipping through to do a rough count of the amount, she tucks it under the counter, then lifts her shirt and shakes her bare breasts as a loud cheer fills the small space and echos off the cinderblock walls.

[Leon Davenport] He turned his head and looked at what happened with a brow raised then grinned at Amy “You bring me to most wonderful places”He say witha touch of amusement. He noticedJohn heading toward them and leaned into his seat. He felt Sarita more than he saw her, and turned his head to get a look at her for she was behind him. He recognize the beautiful woman having saluted him last night as he left the bar. She receive a brief nod of greeting, in case she recognize him but he had to turn his head back again, after all he was a wolf, not an owl.

[John] It takes a moment for John to recognize Sarita when she isn’t in another form, but the piercing eyes and the breeding does what his brain cannot do of its own volition. She grins, teeth flashing, but it is the wave that keeps his hackles down and his temper quieted. He feels more like a Forseti tonight than a Modi, his reserves drained down to the dregs last night, but even so, the Forseti of his tribe tend to be as intense as some of their warriors; he does not seem any more calm than he usually does, yet John isn’t exactly known for his hair-trigger temper or his bullheadedness.

Granted, the others see how strong his blood roars in his veins, sees how true to the Viking archetype his physicality is, and they make assumptions. It doesn’t appear to bother him, and if it does, he’s either an adept liar or else he simply takes advantage of his inability to speak. Lord knows what he would be like if he could fire off what he was thinking with the instantaneousness that others enjoy.

A chant starts up, and rather than approaching the couple at the table, John ambles a few feet closer to Sarita, as though there’s some strength in numbers, or as though they share camaraderie after last night. Slowly, one eyebrow raised, he turns to watch the woman behind the counter as she lifts her shirt in exchange for money. The horror on his face is muted to the point of being comical, and when he looks back to Sarita, the question is plainly written:

What the fuck?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hola, chico,” she says to John. When he gives her the look of confusion and horror over the Chocolate Shake show, she just gives a casual shrug and a chuckle. “Welcome to the Wieners Circle.”

She pats his shoulder and nods her head toward Amy and Leon’s table. “C’mon. Let’s get you where you were going. You can introduce me to my sister.” That confusing statement makes complete sense to Sarita,somehow, and she heads over to Leon and Amy, giving them a nod.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” She looks between the two, brow raised.

[snowstorm] (closed scene?)
to Amunet Trujillo, John, Leon Davenport, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[John] [Not anymore! Mwa ha ha!]
to Amunet Trujillo, Leon Davenport, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, snowstorm

[Leon Davenport] (it’s open)
to Amunet Trujillo, John, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, snowstorm

[Amunet Trujillo] She flashes a quick grin at Leon, nodding. “I knew you’d like it. They have food, too.” Her arm automatically links with John’s for a moment when he gets to the table, and he’s abandoned a moment later as she leans into Sarita.

[snowstorm] (Where’s the current location at?)
to Amunet Trujillo, John, Leon Davenport, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wieners_Circle ]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (This is why you rock…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Yay!]]

[Leon Davenport] His piercing blue eyes looked up at the woman who arrived it seem to join them with the Get. He didn’t know who she was but he had an idea what she was “Good evening” He say to her with a polite smile. His eyes flicker to John after Amy let go of his arm “Evening”He say a little more flatly.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Sister. Leon. John. And then back around.” She points to each as she names them, then circles her finger between them all.

[John] Welcome to the Wieners Circle.

He laughs, looking somewhat shell-shocked as he looses that voiceless Heh heh! and allows the much smaller woman to lead him away from the front counter. Without looking back, they travel the distance between Sarita’s sister and John’s auspicemate. He seems not so much confused as he is reserved when Amy links arms with him, perhaps taking Sarita’s words to heart or simply noticing, immediately, the flatness with which the other Full Moon addresses him.

That’s when he looks confused, but it’s brief, and he’s quickly distracted by introductions. He gives Leon a lift of his chin in silent greeting, eyes curious yet cautious. His face has not been shaved since the last time they met, and while he’s clean, John still looks as though he’d be more at home in a forest or in the desert than in this metropolitan jungle. A glance to Sarita, and he finds a seat at the table with nothing to do with his hands. They’re clapped onto his knees, and he says nothing. He had said nothing last night, either.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles as Amy leans into her, even managing not to wince too badly. “Hey, you. Keeping busy, I see?” It’s teasing, but for once she’s not seeming bitter about it. She’s a little more docile than Amy might be used to from her, and she slips an arm around Amy’s shoulder, relaxing in the seat. That relaxation, the shifting of muscles, causes her to wince a bit. Someone doesn’t have friends who can “Poof, You’re Healed” to her, so she’s still baring the wounds for now. It’s simply that she was doing a better job of hiding it until she sat down and relaxed.

“Wanna introduce me to your friends, who I’ve met…kind of, anyway?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Leon is the one I told you about that’s going to let me train with him. John… “Yeah. What?” Met him at the Broho the other night. He kept me from smacking somebody last night.

She pulls away from Sarita, looking between the two wolves. Fuck. “I’ll get dogs. Everybody play nice.”

[Leon Davenport] He looked at Amy go then brought his attention to John and Sarita. He offered his hand to her “Plesed to meet you. I never got your name. I know she calls you Sar but I’m pretty sure it’s not your full name” He was smiling slightly, trying not ot let the tension or animosity he felt toward John to show. Sad thing is, he know it wasn’t the guy’s fault. It started with the Remy and Sofie episode and then last night with the way Amy reacted to him. He jsut has the worst luck when a kin caught his eye it seem.

He then offered his hand more reluctantly to John to shake it, not saying anything more.

[John] Unfortunately, the man sitting across from Leon is about as empathetic as a head of broccoli. He seems friendly enough, which in turn makes him seem not all that bright, which is only further substantiated by the normal weight of his Rage and the near-fearlessness with which he runs into battle and the fact that when he attempts to communicate via written language, it is riddled with spelling and grammatical errors. Right now, there isn’t a shred of hostility in him, and there hadn’t been last night, either, yet he can see enough of it in Leon’s eyes that it has him eyeing the offered hand before taking it.

It isn’t suspicion so much as it is preparation for it to be some sort of a trap. Leon’s reluctance is telling, but John doesn’t let it deter him. He takes his large hands off of his knees, shrugs out of his winter jacket to reveal a dark blue thermal shirt, and extends his right hand to clasp not the other man’s palm, but his wrist. Eye contact is made, blue on blue, and when he sits back, his confusion has abated.

[Amunet Trujillo] Waiting in line, she sends a quick text and chats with a very drunk group of Sorority sisters.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks between Leon and John, then back to Amy, then back to John, then to Amy. One can practically see the terrible idea welling up in her head before it comes out, and one might even try to stop it if one figured out how. But this is a Strider whose bad ideas will not be stopped. Ever.

So she shakes her head. “Wow. This is just a whole table full of not talking about underlying tensions. And only one of us really has an excuse.” He looks at Leon. “There are two things my sister isn’t a fan of when it comes to her men. One is a small dick. The other is passive-aggressive bitchiness. You wanna get a ruler out and see if you’re 0 for 2?”

[Leon Davenport] He rose a brow at Sarita “Excuse me?” He say, his eyes looking directly into hers, his tone not cold, but certainly not warm either. He hadn’t met this woman for more than 5 minutes and already she was in his face “Look, if I really had a problem with the man, or her, or both, either I would be taking this place down ducking it with him or would leave. Since I”m doing neither, maybe it’s something else entirely and I’m dealing with it. Or maybe it’s just not of your damn business.”

He say leaning into his seat “I’m all right, no problems, let’s leave it at that”

[Quinn] Ah, the park. There’s probably snow piled all over the place, and the temperatures are not favorable to those without Rage. But the streets are terrible for driving, even if one has a vehicle, so a certain tall, lanky Fianna woman is out strolling on foot. Well not exactly strolling.

Dressed for the weather in jeans and sneakers, a leather jacket with who knows how many layers beneath, a blue-and-white knit cap holding down her long dark hair, and a matching scarf around her face, Quinn is making good time as she cuts across the park from one end to the other. Her business this night is her own, and it takes her past a hot dog vendor with some tables and, she looks, does a double take. Her pace slows.

Amunet and Sarita she recognizes from The Brotherhood, the other two Garou, she hasn’t seen before. Hm, interesting. Her steps bring her near but not right beside the table. Close enough for them to pick up on the breeding, that sense of rolling green hills and passionate barbarian warriors, yet not close enough to intrude.

[Amunet Trujillo] (They’re actually here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wieners_Circle)

[John] His phone makes some sort of strange noise that ends up being buried beneath the din within the restaurant as John keeps his attention on the confrontation brewing at the table. Muscles in his jaws are tense but mostly hidden by the week’s worth of growth on his face, but once he releases Leon’s hand he sits back in his chair, hands returned to his knees, looking prepared for an outburst or an attack rather than appearing to be relaxed and waiting for the conversation to take another turn south.

A thought occurs to him, and he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. It seems to be less permanent and more legible than his handwriting; when he opens the device, though, there’s a message waiting for him. He frowns at it, running his tongue over his teeth with his lips closed, and his eyes flick in the direction Amy had gone before he claps the phone shut again and puts it back into his pocket.

When he looks back to Sarita, it’s as if to confirm that Leon’s answer is satisfactory. They’re Full Moons, one of them a Modi whose Rage is higher than normal. While it is a safe assumption that if there was a legitimate problem they would have hashed it out by now, he looks as certain of the situation as he had in the moments before the human woman bared her breasts earlier. That look doesn’t last long before he’s sniffing, harshly, and turning back to Leon.

[Amunet Trujillo] Amy makes her way back to the table with four fully loaded Chicago dogs and four drinks all stuffed onto a tiny tray. The tip of her tongue pokes out over her bottom lip as she concentrates on carrying the tray without incident, the habit seeming totally involuntary.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She just smirks a little bit at Leon’s answer. It’s clear that she doesn’t really buy it, considering both what she’d seen and what she’d heard about. Everything she’d seen so far told a different story…and honestly, it might not be totally clear whether she spoke up for Amy’s sake or for John’s. But she shrugs a little, half-acknowledging the comment and half-dismissing it.

“You talk big, but I know what’s up. I said my peace, you heard it, you protesteth too damned much. Let’s go back to the a comfortably awkward dynamic.”

She looks to John and smiles to him. “So, you feelin’ as much like hell as I am?”

[Quinn] Quinn actually sees them through the window, and she pauses, considering the wiener stand, which isn’t a stand at all and is in fact a little restaurant.

Something draws her to head inside. A pull or push of the entrance’s door, and she enters along with a bit of the wintry air. Stepping into the line, she glances at the table of Rage, thoughtful and contemplative.

[Leon Davenport] He smirked at her but said nothing before turning his attention toward Amy who was struggling with the tray “Hmm John, sister”He say to Sarita as she never offered her name “any of you might want to help Amy with that”He would have gone, but well, he was the farthest from her and he would have to go over John to help Amy. He would behave around John, but moving over and into the man’s personal space to help Amy might not be a good idea.

[John] With the transition, John looks back to Sarita, jabbing a calloused finger at his own sternum with eyebrows lifted as if to confirm she’s addressing him. Of the five of them, the Modi had taken the brunt of the damage, jumping in front of nearly everyone on the impromptu battlefield before ultimately falling beneath the fangs of a war wolf. He was not pleased with the turn of events when he regained consciousness, but he was returned somewhat to rights by the end of the night. One of the few benefits of being born as he was is the lack of necessity of complete immobility to heal more quickly.

The question registers, and John laughs again, that same motion that is more suggestion than anything else. He lifts his left arm to pantomime flexing, as though that’s supposed to be indicative of how tough he is, and when Leon asks if any of them are going to help Amy, he turns around. It isn’t a Fomor attack or a broken ankle but a brief struggle with a drink tray.

As much as he loathes the idea of relying on someone else to speak for him, he seems to be under the impression that either Sarita will agree that her sister can handle the task of carrying a tray a few feet, or she’ll get up to tend to her own Kinfolk. John doesn’t move.

[Amunet Trujillo] Okay, who’s sitting next to who? I’m confused. Leon by himself on his side, Sarita and John on the other?
to John, Leon Davenport, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[That was my interpretation]]
to Amunet Trujillo, John, Leon Davenport

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She’ll be fine. Trust me, worst thing you can do is suggest Amy needs help with something.” She looks back at the arriving Quinn and she smiles, raising a hand over her shoulder to wave to the kinfolk in a friendly gesture.

“Hey chica,” she calls out. “What’s shaking?”

[Amunet Trujillo] While the debate is raging, she makes it to the table without dumping anything. Something about “fuckers” is muttered under her breath, and she flops down in the empty spot at the table.

[Quinn] “Hey hey,” she greets with a wave back and a smile seen only in her twinkling blue eyes. She looks over at the line, then back to the table where there are at least two people she recognizes.

Hands in the pockets of her coat, she tugs down the scarf, loosening its stranglehold. “Nothing much, thought I’d thaw out a bit before trying to catch a bus back north. Hi,” she says, her smile warm as she greets the two unknowns and the other kinfolk. “I’m Quinn.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Sarita “Actually it was more that I didn’t trust the other hmm patrons for lack of better words. Apes did come to mind though”He said with a smile, watching the loud and drunk people in the hot dog stand. When Amy sat beside him, he smiled to her “Thanks for the food” He looked at the new girl and offered her a smile “Good evening, I”m Leon”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey. Amy.” She’s grabbed one dog and one soda from the tray, apparently abandoning the others to get their own.

[John] [I’m gonna go shower real fast, I smell like a Bone Gnawer. John will be alert and attentive but obvious not say a damn thing. BRB!]

[Amunet Trujillo] (Eeew)

[Hunter] [HEY!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grabs her own food, smiling to Amy. “Thanks. You’re the best that isn’t me?” It’s said in a good-natured tease. “Hey, do me a favor…switch places with me. My right side is killin’ me because someone tried to kill me, and I’ll sit better where you’re at.”

Sure, maybe it’s her side. But if you listen close, you can’t help but note the mischievous twitch to her smile. She looks to Quinn and smiles warmly to her. “Sit down, if you want. If you need, I can give you a ride back if you want to go at the same time I do. That’s the nice part of owning a van. Long as you don’t park it down by the river, then you’re a Saturday Night Live cliche.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[“You’re the best that isn’t me.” As in, non-question.]]

[Leon Davenport] He picked a hot dog and a soda, raising a brow at Sarita when she asked Amy to switch place. He leaned back inot his seat as he angled the hot dog in a way he could actually take a bite out of it without sending everything inside all over the table. He did look at Sarita at the mention of someone trying to kill her “What happened?” He ask her with curiosity “That is if you can talk about it here”

[Quinn] “Hey,” she greets Leon with a polite incline of her head. She knows what he is, just as she knows what Sarita and the other, quieter stranger are. The kinswoman of Stag knows her place, is polite and respectful yet still warm in her dealings with strange Garou. It’s the years spent in their company, and the knowledge that the moon overhead has little to no effect on them tonight. Tonight, their Rage is quiet, and only as troubled as the Garou themselves are.

“Thanks, but I think I’m just going to grab a dog and head out. And I think I’m a little too motivated to wind up in a van down by the river,” she quips with a wink to the Strider.

[John] There is not a lot going on, yet John isn’t speaking. He does not have a tag on his shirt that says MUTE, so while he spars the kinswoman his attention for the brief amount of time that she’s at their table, he doesn’t greet her or attempt to engage her in conversation as Sarita does. Sarita does well enough for the both of them, but she’s otherwise engaged when Leon asks her what happened. The Modi furrows his brow in thought, then taps the edge of the table to get his attention and briefly pantomimes what happened last night.

A fight, is what he can get out of it. And maybe Sarita was squished. It’s hard to tell what he’s trying to convey.

[John] [Hah. “spares,” not “spars.”]

[Quinn] [percept + intuit: Time for a Vulcan mind-meld?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Quinn gets a chuckle, which comes with a wince. “Oh god, I’m turning into my sister.” A reference to Amy’s being banged up for the last week and a half or so. She shakes it off and nods to the Fianna kin.

“Well, fair enough. If you end up stuck out in that weather and need a life, gimme a call. I’m all sorts of down for giving you a lift.”

She looks over at John when he pantomimes what happens, and nods, looking to Leon. “That’s about the gist of it. Things tried to go stabby stabby, bitey bitey and chainsaw-y chainsaw-y. We went bitey bitey and chainsaw-y chainsaw-y better. And never try to throw something bigger than you can pick up.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She half scowls at Sarita, then stands up to change places with her. “Bitch has to go off and get in all the good fights without me…”

[Leon Davenport] He offered a polite smile at Quiinn as it seem she wo’n’t stay. He watched John micmicking the fight and then nodded at Sar’s description “Well glad you’re both fairly ok” And he actually sounded honest on this. No matter what he might be feeling or not toward John and his real or imaginary relation with Amy, in Leon’s mind, there was too few of them for him to actually wish the death of another Garou. He took a bite out of his hot dog “Hmmm, that’s pretty good”He say after swallowing

[Quinn] “Thanks,” she says, and means it. The offer will definitely be mulled over and considered, possibly even accepted. She watches the quiet stranger pantomime a fight, and someone getting squished, to which Quinn lets out a huff of a laugh.

“Well that’s just good old common sense. Excuse me,” she says, looking over at the line, then back to Sarita and the others, “I’m going to try and get some food before they start getting surly.” She steps away to stand in line to order herself a couple of char dogs with the works.

[Hunter] There is a bristling of rage at the door, it swings open to emit the Gnawer who is wrapped up in a long brown coat, not as dark his mop of hair, dark chocolate brown and rustled by the winter winds. It sticks up at odd angles. There is a fine mesh of stubble along his jawline, around his lips and chin and cheeks and after opening the door his hands dip back into his pockets.

He doesn’t look towards the counter, doesn’t look at the displays of options for food, instead his eyes find the inhabitants within. At first he sees John, Sarita, a kinfolk he has seen before and an unknown Garou. He nods to the Modi but does not smile from his position near the door.

There is breeding in this room, strong breeding telling of ancestors and their great deeds. It speaks to the Ahroun but doesn’t overwhelm him, he has learned to become accustomed to it here in Chicago. A particular batch of breeding though claims more of his attention than the rest and his eyes settle on the back of the Fiann for a good few seconds and unless she turns around to see him – he motions to John with a flick of his head.

Hunter would like a word.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She stands and slips around Amy, taking the seat next to Leon and letting Amy have the one next to John. She sits down with a hiss and then laughs. “Fuck me sideways with a chainsaw, that sucked.” She pauses. “Also, being fucked sideways with a chainsaw would suck. And was a distinct possibility last night.”

She nods to Quinn. “Sounds like a plan. Go go, eat. Be Merry. Hell, be Pippin.” Amy gets a little apologetic grin. This one isn’t too apologetic though. “Hey, I don’t find the trouble lately. It keeps finding me.”

And finally, she looks to the door when it opens and Hunter appears. She gives him a little grin, followed by a nod. No need to drag him over if he’s not wanting to come…just an acknowledgment of the fellow Garou.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Jesus, you’re a fucking weirdo.” She grins at her sister, sliding in next to John with her hand resting on his leg and flashing Leon a quick, apologetic smile.

[Leon Davenport] He saw the hand on John’s leg then the apologetic smile. He wondered if she was apologizing for the switch, or for hte hand and maybe liking John. He has no idea how she actually feel about the get, or him, or even him toward her. Might be jsut lust he feels, or some sort of Alpha male instinct to have her. Maybe it’s something else entirely. And it was giving him a headache. So he decided to give her a smile, kinda saying it’s all right with that smile, then continued to eat his hot dog

[John] The sisters stand from the table to swap places, putting Sarita next to Leon and Amy across from him, and John appears unconcerned until the kinswoman calls her sister a bitch, speaks of getting into fights without her. He appears as though he isn’t certain whether to laugh or be concerned, but luckily, the door opens and allows another Full Moon entrance into a place that is quickly emptying of human influence.

It’s the two blue-eyed men at the table, but nobody here is going to admit that.

Without a totemic bond or breeding or excessive Rage on Hunter’s part, John isn’t aware of his presence until his eyes happen to meander over in that direction of their own accord. There’s a shared nod, and then a jerk of Hunter’s head coinciding with Amunet reaching over and resting her hand on John’s thigh. His eyes flick sideways, nostrils briefly flaring, and without ceremony reaches down to take the kinswoman’s hand by the wrist–gently–and set it on the tabletop for safe keeping. Without a second thought, he gets to his feet, leaving his jacket strewn over the back of the chair.

His strides eat up the distance effortlessly, most of John’s power seeming to be in his limbs rather than in his core like a human. Without fur or fangs, he still walks with a confidence that comes from knowing he could kill just about anything that happened across his path tonight, and when he gets to Hunter he gives him another upward nod, an indication that he’s ready to listen. It’s cold as Hell tonight, and he is missing his jacket.

Whatever Hunter has to say is quiet. John leans one arm against the corner of the wall, curling his wrist around the edge, his other hand going to his hip. It’s loud tonight, the drunks out in full force and not reacting well to the monsters in their midst.

[Quinn] Quinn turns, as most people in a line will turn when they hear a door open and feel the rush of outside air filter into a space. Her body twists, and she looks over her shoulder with idle curiosity, not expecting to see anyone she recognizes.

She should know better by now. It’s difficult bordering on impossible to go anywhere without finding a Garou a step behind her, or waiting up ahead. This one she recognizes. The smile she gives him is broad, warm, familiar. Her eyes flick in the direction of the Modi he wants to talk to, and she turns away.

It’s her turn to place an order, anyway.

[Amunet Trujillo] She blinks in total surprise when her hand is moved to the table and John is up and gone almost in one smooth motion. That has obviously never happened to her before, and she seems unsure as to how to handle it. Her eyes track John for a moment, then return with some effort to Sarita and Leon.

[Hunter] Sarita gets a nod of the head but no words, he has seen more than she could tell him and his Beta will find out the rest.

As John approaches, he sees Hunter flash a smile to the Fiann, it isn’t like the comical grins that he has seen before on the Gnawer’s face, this one is warm and understated to the point of confusing anyone but the recipient. But she knows he has business, she doesn’t try to interfere, instead she just goes about her order and leaves him to it. The Gnawer does not hesitate to do just what he had come here to do and his attention reverts completely to the Modi who leans in beside him.

The words are hushed, inaudible to the rest of the room but when he has finished, Hunter gives the Modi a clap on the shoulder hearty and familiar. He grins at him with narrowed eyes. Their war will begin soon. The brief meeting finishes and Hunter pushes back through the door but waits outside.

[Leon Davenport] He was as surprised as her by John’s reaction and some part of him was happy about it. It didn’t change things for him much, or in his favor and Amy’s reaction to it showed that. He shrugged slightly and turned to look at Sarita “Might not be any of my buisness”He ask the Ragabash “But I was wondering if you had joined a pack yet.” He ask with genuine curiosity

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a slight cock of the head to John’s reaction, but not much else. Amy gets a little shrug, and she leans back to look at Leon. The grin on her face might be interpreted by a trusting person as liking Leon. A paranoid person might think she’s imagining what he looks like when he’s been driven into gibbering insanity. Someone who knows Sarita well might say that it could very well be both. Yes, she is one complicated bitch to figure out sometimes. But that’s half the fun of Sarita. She’s like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, surrounded by signs that say Abandon hope, all ye who even get close to this crazy bitch. In an Old English font. Because that’s how she rolls.

“A pack? No, I haven’t.” She shakes her head. “Amy and I are still weighing options.” If it seems odd that Sarita considers Amy’s opinion when choosing a pack, Sarita doesn’t seem to realize.

[John] A clap to John’s shoulder is met with the Modi abandoning his relaxed stance against the wall to return the gesture. Something the Bone Gnawer says makes him look back over his shoulder at the table, yet it’s difficult to tell where exactly his gaze falls. He squints, briefly, before looking back to Hunter a giving a nod of his head.

Alright, it says, to whatever it is that’s been determined, and he steps away from the two-man congregation, arms at his sides and pace slow as he moves across the considerably less-crowded dining room and back to the table where his auspicemate and the two sisters are still sitting. He does not drop himself back down, but rather reaches down to pick up his jacket with one hand. Amunet’s shoulder receives a brief yet not featherlight touch to grab her attention, and he fishes his phone out of his pocket.

It’s held up, as if to demonstrate what it is he wants, and he jerks his head towards the door, his expression imploring rather than intimidating. What that’s supposed to mean may be an enigma to the other two. Whether or not Amunet decides to get up and come with him, John shrugs back into his jacket and walks off, not much of a farewell given to the two at the table beyond a nearly indecipherable glance between them and a lift of his chin.

[Quinn] Of course she lets Hunter conduct his business in peace. Quinn didn’t come to the hot dog stand to fawn over Garou, just to say hello to some new ones she hasn’t seen before and grab a bite to eat before making the trek back to The Brotherhood. Maybe try to thaw out her fingers and toes a bit while she’s at it.

It doesn’t take long for her order to be filled and thrown into a paper bag. Food in hand, she makes her way back through the restaurant toward the door, tossing a wave to the table in passing.

“See you later, guys. Nice to meet you, Leon and Amy. And you, too, Guy.” This last to John as she passes him on her way out into the cold.

[and Quinn is out! Thanks for letting me flyby, guys!]

[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Sarita “Yes, Amy mentioned something to me as both of you coming together. Well me and two others are looking into forming one. I spoke briefly to Amy about it and I’d like if I could contact both of you to meet with us and maybe some others so we can talk about what we have in mind and see if it would fit with your goals.”

If it seemed weird to him that Sarita was considering her sister’s opinion, it didn’t show. He put down his hot dog and took his soda, drinking some of it. “The meeting should happen saturday and shouldn’t take too much of you time if you’re not interested in what we’re selling. “Hesay to both of them as John comes back. Once again, it seem Amy might leave with the guy. Ah well, life’s like that. You win some you lose some. He smiled slightly and nodded to Quinn, then looked at the sister’s for their answer

[Leon Davenport] (*at the sisters…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I think we lost Ange, I think it’s safe to assume she might go with John, might be a good place to exit her.]]

[Leon Davenport] (nods* i agree…she can come back later if she wishes to)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, I’ll meet.” She nods. “I won’t promise anything more than that, up to and including the possible permanently pissing off the other prospective pack members you’ve got lined up. But hey, at the very least maybe you can get them all united by a desire to kick my ass.” She grins widely…almost TOO amused at that.

“That’d be fun.”

[Leon Davenport] HeHe nodded with a smile “I’m not asking anything more than that. Do you mind giving me a number to reach you at, or should I contact you through Amy?” He ask, drinking some more from his soda. “I have a feeling you might be at least partly interested in what we have in mind” He say with a slight tilt of his head. He grabbed his hot dog again, taking a bite out of it.

[Amunet Trujillo] She sighs inwardly, jacket grabbed as she slides from the booth. “I’ll be right back. No making any decisions without me.” It isn’t clear which of them she’s addressing, but there isn’t time to clarify as she’s up and moving after John almost before the sentence is out of her mouth.

[John] At the door, John stops to give the kinswoman time to catch up to him. In the amount of time it takes her to reach him, he has extracted his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket; his tongue is pushed into the back of an incisor as he holds the device in the palm of his right hand and slowly, carefully, pecks his way through the fields to do what he wants to do with it. Rather than sending her a message to her own feet, when Amunet catches up to him, he turns the phone around so that she can reach it.

He doesn’t let her take it, but neither can anyone else beyond her read what he’s tapped out, either.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I might be.” She cocks her head to the side. “Might not be. Only way we’ll find is to jump into the kerosene and light a match. If the smoldering corpses float, then they’re witches; if not, they’re innocent. Either way, I’ll bring the marshmellows.”

Did that make sense to anyone? Hey you, in the crowd. Did that make sense to you? No? Okay good, ’cause I’m lost too. But then, maybe that was her point. She grins, watching Leon.

[Amunet Trujillo] Something has irritated her between the table and reaching the door, and there’s a slight scowl on her face even before she reaches John and leans in to read what’s been tapped out onto the screen. The irritation is replaced by complete confusion, which slowly fades into a guarded look as she reads the words twice before shrugging a shoulder and flipping her hair. “Just thought you might want to hang out.”

She isn’t looking at him though. Not directly.

[Leon Davenport] He simply grinned at her. She didn’t make any sense to himat all, but hey, she certainly could keep people entertained with her wits “All right, do that, we’ll have beer. In the canse of Mathieu, probably more like brandy, btu hey, should be fun anyway.” He finished his hot dog, then looked at her “Thank you for agreeing to listen to our proposal. It’s appreciated”

[John] She won’t look at him, and that doesn’t strike him as completely aberrant behavior at first, if only because in his experience, most self-preserving Kinfolk won’t look a Modi right in the eye even on a good night. Tonight, compared to how he normally is, is the best anyone can truly hope for: his Rage is diminished, and he is slowed down by an injury that no one but Sarita knows is present. His typical nights are not marked by out-of-control or crazed behavior, yet his mere presence doesn’t crackle with the force of Rage beneath his skin; when John tries to meet her eyes, the realization that she isn’t like the Kinfolk he is used to prodding him in the kidney, she does not feel as though she’s being sized up by a monster.

They’re, all of them, monsters, to a certain extent. It depends on how far removed from their humanity, from their morals, from their people they are. John is grounded. He hasn’t given himself up to despondency and depravity, nor does he seem to have such a thing in him. He sighs, adjusts the fall of his jacket, and taps out another message.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs and nods. “Hey, can’t do any hard by listening. And if all else fails…that’s why I bring a gun.” A little wink. She looks over her shoulder, casually, at Amy and John, watching them for a moment. For all her bluster, the Strider is protective of her sister, that much is very clear. She won’t stop Amunet from doing any fool thing she tries, but she’s always there to catch her if she falls.

[Leon Davenport] He ddin’t tyunr to look at Amy and John, nor did he really want to know what was happening. Amy’s life wasn’t his business after all. Instead, he simply nodded at Sarita’s words, looking straight ahead as he drank from his soda. He was silent for a moment, before he looked again at the beautiful Garou

“How do you like Chicago so far? Amy hate the cold and snow, but how are you handling it?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes flash dark for a moment when she reads the continuation of the message. Jaw set, she meets his gaze with a practiced ease that can only come from years of holding her own against Garou. Without taking the phone from his hand she reaches to delete everything typed so far, then finally looks away from him long enough to tap out her own message.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, I loathe it.” Her eyes furrow at what she sees before she looks back at Leon, a grin coming back. “I’m a New Mexico girl. All this white frozen water falling from the sky bullshit sucks.”

She gives a little shrug. “Other than that, I like the city though. Good people for the most part, good business. Lots of excitement. What the fuck’s not to like?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Once the message is complete she looks to John again, giving him a sweet smile before turning to head back to the table.

[Leon Davenport] He did raised a brow at her expression when she looked again at Amy and John, he did feel something for Amy after all. Maybe he only cared, or really liked her, or simply wanted or, or whatever but there was something. Still Sarita was Amy’s sister. If Amy was in trouble she wouldn’t be sitting here talking about the city with him, so the young woman was probably fine.

“I have to admit that you’re right about the people. As for ther excitement, I’m too new to the city to be caught with it yet. I expect and I have to admit, hope that things will change.” He say with a smile. He was awarrior after all and he craved action even though he was used to fights in board rooms as much as on a battlefield

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just go out at night.” She grins again. “You’ll find it. Just make sure you bring your chainsaw.” Said as if it should be expected that everyone just HAS a chainsaw. Because they TOTALLY should.

She looks back at Amy as she comes up. “Hey Ames, remind me by the way. I need to think about getting Harry pimped out. Get the fingerguard taken off.”

[John] Oh, that’s cute.

Maybe she was expecting him to cause a scene, or grab a hold of her arm, try and get her to stay and explain herself. John just laughs that dry, rattling laugh of his, bemused more than anything else, and pockets the phone. He doesn’t cause a scene. Obviously, he can’t yell after her, but unlike last night, John doesn’t go for her, either. She gets several feet as he stands watching her go, appreciating the view but not doing anything to keep her here with him, and then he turns around and steps back out of the restaurant, the night and the snow swallowing him after a few steps.

You win some, you lose some, right?

[Leon Davenport] He chuckled “Guess I should go out and buy one. Though I think I’m handier with a gun than a chainsaw” He finished his soda and looked up at Amy when she get back. “Hey”he say with a slight smile, then leaning back in his seat as he was done eating. He was actually the only one who had eaten out of the four. He now was content to listen to Sarita and Amy chat about whoever Harry is

[Amunet Trujillo] She looks…. hurt. The expression is quickly swept away in favor of a quick, if slightly forced smile.

“Hey.” She nods at Leon first, then Sarita. “Yeah, Sar. That sounds great.”

Not that she has the slightest idea what she’s agreeing to right now.

[John] [Thanks for letting me crash, guys!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[You bet!]]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her expression softens just slightly, for a single moment. It goes back to normal quiickly before she scoots over. “Sit you. Your food’s getting cold.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her head shakes and she leans against the booth rather than sitting, eyes pinned on Leon now. “You ready to get out of here?”

[Leon Davenport] Hesaw that she was hurt, it did stir the Rage inside him some but he kept it under control. When she spoke to him about leave, it did surprise him a little “Yeah, I am”He look at Sarita “I’ll tell Amy when the meeting is”He say to her, since she hadn’t given him a contact number

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She opens her mouth, and then shuts it. She’s a little surprised, the snark taken from her for a moment, but she nods. “Yeah…okay. Amy can give you my number, I guess.” She looks at Amy, watching her for a long moment, and nods to Leon.

“Have a good one.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’ll make sure he’s got it. I’ll talk to you in the morning, hey?” It’s Sarita’s eyes she won’t quite meet now, her expression bordering on apologetic.

[Leon Davenport] He got up, unable to leave if Sarita doesn’t move “It was nice meeting Sarita. Take care of yourself”He say with a look at her injured side “See you on Saturday most likely” He offer her a smile and exit the booth if she let him pass

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, sure.” She says it without really looking at Amy and then gets up, slipping out and making her way for the door. Leon got his farewell already, and one was enough for him in the Strider’s mind. She pushes past a couple people to get to the door and slips out, heading on to her van.

[Leon Davenport] He walked out with Amy, moving past the aptrons “Anything you want to talk about?” He ask, looking at herm zipping his leather jacket. He would’ve asked if she was ok, but obviously, she wasn’t. He took hiscell phone and dialed the operator and got a cab companie number because at 4 am, there were a lot less cabs around

[Amunet Trujillo] “Nope.” Her arm hooks through his as she waits.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Ok”He say as he call the caband give them the adress of the Weiner circle “Where would you like to go?”He ask looking at her “Want a ride home or get some privacy and sleep in a hotel room” He said it as if she would be alone in the room, not necesserally with him there.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Oh, no. We should totally get a room.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded with a smile “All right” He looked at her while they were waiting, his body close to hers, warm. He was what he was and used to the cold, so his presence could provide her with warmth “So will you come with your sister on saturday?”He ask her, trying to talk about anything but how she feels

[Amunet Trujillo] “Yeah, of course. She can’t be trusted alone” She flashes a quick smile before getting ready to head out into the cold.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at that “Sounds good” Eventually the cab arrive and they got in. He gave the adress of the bar they were at earlier to get back his car. Then he headed toward the hotel he used ot stay when he arrived in the city, being mostly silent for both rides, unless Amy felt chatty

[Leon Davenport] (night all)

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