[Hunter] There’s an Ahroun wandering around the corridors of the second floor of the brother hood. He’s leaning on doors, hands touching corners, head peering around to see if he can find anyone. Who is he trying to find? Nobody in particular. But he looks all the same.
Such is the life of a Garou, no destination worth getting to, but they keep on driving regardless.
“Helllooo? Anyone home?”
[Amy] She scrambles up when she hears Hunter, swinging open the door to 10 and poking her head out. “Hunter?”
[Hunter] He pauses, he’s got his back to her by now and he spins around to look at the head peeking out him.
He saunters closer.
“What you up to?”
[Phoenix] There is a naked man in room three – the cursed room – contemplating on which lotion to apply to grease up his…
Never mind, wrong story, we won’t go there.
There is a stoned man in room three – the cursed room – contemplating on the gallon tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in his hand, there is a large kitchen spoon in the other. He’s giggling, he’s talking to the ice cream as if it were sentient. They can’t hear the awakened ice cream talk back to him, whispering the little words of ‘Eat Me’ every time he stares at it and giggles.
The ice cream is awakened, a thing done at the suggestion of Phoenix to another Theurge he’d just got back from 7-11 with, stoned off his ass. He begins to wander into the hallway, spoon diving into the ice cream and scooping it into his mouth, moaning deliciously as it melts.
It was THAT DAMN GOOD.
It’s quick, and there could be an argument made that she sounds guilty of ~something~.
“You looking for somebody?”
[Hunter] “No, not really.”
He pauses, eyes narrowing on the kinfolk.
“What are you up to, you little owlerina.”
Somewhere behind him down the corridor he hears footsteps headed this way.
“Anyone else around? Who dat?”
He starts wandering back to the corner to check it out.
She watches him wander away, feeling nervous although there’s no reason for it. She hasn’t had a certain packmate of his in her room in ~days~.
[Phoenix] He’s wandering down the hall, an eyebrow arching as the sound of voices sings into his ears. Phoenix stops, an eyebrow arching as the mountain of rage turns a corner to peek at him. He eyes Hunter, offers a wave of his spooned hand, and approaches.
[Hunter] “Thought you didn’t like Owlet?”
He throws the words casually over his shoulder as he goes to investigate the noise down the hall. He stops at the corner, pokes his head around and then —
[Phoenix] There is a tub of Ben and Jerry’s nestled into the palm of the Gaian’s hand. He looks up from it, tilting his head at Hunter, stopping in the middle of the hallway as the other greets him.
“Sup.” he holds up the tub, “Ice cream? It’s really fucking good.”
[Amy] “Sar doesn’t like Owlet.”
She stares after Hunter, edging out of the room to follow him.
[Hunter] Hunter looks from the Ben and Jerry’s, up to the face of the man then back again a few times.
“I like icecream.” He states.
His hand reaches into his pocket, pulls out the baggie Sarita gave him yesterday. It is decidedly emptier than when she handed it to him, but still has a fair amount remaining.
And he flicks his head, turns around and heads back as Amy is following him.
“Aaaammmyyyy, can we commandeer your room for a bit? I know, I know, smoke your sisters shit in her own room. Real classy. What can I say, I’m a fuckin’ Gnawer.”
[Amy] “Yeah, of course. That’s totally fine.” She nods rapidly, looking like a bobblehead doll.
[Hunter] Eyes narrow on her again, he pauses, looks her up and down. It isn’t sexual or sensual, more like he’s just checking her over. Does that horse have anything wrong with it? Let’s find out.
“What’s up with you?”
[Phoenix] Phoenix eyes the baggy that the Gnawer magically pulls out to wave in the air. He blinks, glancing down at the tub of ice cream, shrugging his shoulders as he follows after Hunter.
“I’ll warn you now. The ice cream is spiritually awakened, you can hear it say ‘Eat Me’ if you stare too long at it.”
[Amy] Jesus fuck, Ames. Little over eager much?
She stares back at Hunter, eyes narrowing a little. “Nothing. What’s up with you?”
Instead of waiting for an answer, she motions Hunter, Phoenix, and the ice cream along into her room.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Footsteps sound on the stairs, taking every other step and skipping the rest. The Strider is in a fairly good mood tonight for some reason. It’s as if she’s not dealing with ninety-five different things simultaneously, few of which have to do with her actual goals and more to do with damage control. Hey, she signed on to be the sister of a crazy kinfolk…okay, that’s not true, she didn’t sign on. But that’s neither here nor there. She is one, and she wouldn’t have it any different.
She looks around the common room and, seeing no one there, she shrugs. She walks over and turns off the television, muttering about people wasting electricity. Of course, she does the same thing, but we aren’t talking about HER. Well, we kind of ar. Are not. Are too. ARE NOT! ARE TOO ARE TOO ARE TOO! Okay, now you just sound like you’re screaming Star Wars names. OBI-WAN! QUI-GONN! JAR JAR!
Ahem. Sorry. Anyway, she heads into the hallway, humming some song or another to herself as she heads down the hallway toward her room.
[Hunter] Hunter gives Phoenix a little flick of his head again. This way son. It’s not like he’s commanding him, it isn’t anything like that, it’s just wolf behaviour. Hunter is the bigger dog, this man is new obviously, he’s showing him around.
“Whatevs Amy.” Hunter says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Nuthin’.”
And wanders into her room. He has never been in here before, but he’s seen inside similar rooms around the corridors.
“Where can we sit? where’s yo sis at anywho?”
[Amy] “How the fuck do I know?” She settles on her bed, waving her hand. “Sit wherever you want. Who’s your friend?”
[Phoenix] The Gaian skewers his eyebrows together when Hunter flicks him on the head. Nostrils flare as the Gnawer tries to play at being the bigger dog in the room, it makes his eyes roll up to the ceiling and a sigh escape his lips.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that. You’re killing my buzz already.”
He peers into Amy’s room, hovering in the doorway as he leans on the frame, the ice cream tub still in his hand. “Phoenix, room three, the cursed one. Rooms with the Fury Adara.”
[Amy] She nods at Phoenix, grinning. “Hi Phoenix room three. Amy, room ten. Rooms with Strider Sister Sarita. Have a seat wherever. Did you say the ice cream is awakened?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow as she sees the door open and hears voices coming from it. A little grin quirks as she creeps up, listening as she does. She hears voices…she recognizes Hunter and Amy’s voices. The other one is unknown. Iiiinteresting…
She comes into view and leans into the frame of the door. “Party in the hizouse, is it? Should I start throwing my hands in the air, following such action by waving them like I just don’t care?”
[Phoenix] He laughs, tipping his head in a nod to Amy, brown hair falling across his forehead.
“Yes, it’s spirtually awakened, it enhances the flavor and brings on a rather euphoric sensation. Coupled with pot, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven to speak frankly.”
The spoon was stuck in the middle of the tub of Ben and Jerry’s as he explains to Amy, stepping into the room just before Sarita appears. “Another Theurge and I were hotboxing the laundry room, and went out for snacks. Decided to wake up the food.”
[Amy] “Well fess the fuck up, boy.” She holds her hand out at Phoenix, opening and closing her fingers in a ‘gimme!’ motion.
[Hunter] He raises eyebrows at Phoenix when he states his dislike of Hunter nodding him around the place. Apparently he’s killing his buzz already. He grins. It isn’t that Hunter is playing at being the bigger dog in the room. He just is, and it takes a much bigger dog than Phoenix to change that. But of course, the Theurge doesn’t know this so he just looks at Amy with that grin, flicks a thumb towards Phoenix
“Get a load’a this guy.”
By the time Sarita wanders into view, Hunter is sitting on someone’s bed and he’s rolling a joint. He talks while he’s licking.
Meanwhile Phoenix is describing the sensations of awakened Ben and Jerry’s to the owlet.
[Hunter] [1-3 Kyle 4-6 Amy 7-9 Sarita 10 REROLL for who’s bed]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Amy] (Oh. Thank. God.)
[Hunter] [oh apparently I got it wrong there are only two beds? 1-5 Amy 6-10 Sarita]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[It’s Fate!]]
[Amy] (Apparently, the dice only like Amy when someone else is doing the rolling)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Also, there go ALL your high rolls for the night!]]
“Yo, homey.” She grins and steps inside, kicking the door shut behind her. She grabs a towel and puts it at the door. She’s a considerate pot-smoker. She looks up at Hunter and grins a little.
“I’m guessin’ that’s my shit. You had any of it yet?”
Pheonix gets a quick once-over, and a little nod. “Hola.”
[Phoenix] “Nothing’s been touched as far as I know of.”
The Gaian finds a perch against the wall, watching them with some amusement. He offers the ice cream to the kin if she wants it. But he doesn’t make any movement to sit.
[Amy] She sighs and makes a face when she has to actually GET UP to get the ice cream. “You just going to hold the wall up?”
[Hunter] “Hell yeah we had some. Me and JoJo got fucked up last night. Some good shit.”
By now he’s finished rolling the joint, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a worn zippo.
Not the best for lighting a joint, so he just singes the end of it then puts it in his mouth and puffs a few times. Smoke starts to fill the room and he leans across to hand it to Sarita.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes the joint and hops up on the bed next to Hunter. “Scootch your angry ass over. You’re on my bed, cowboy.” She takes a hit off of it, holding it in like someone who’s been smoking out their whole life. There’s a reason for that…she has been.
When she exhales, it’s a slow letting out of her breath, smoke curling into the air. She hands it back to the Ahroun. “Hey, tell Joey she needs to find me. We were s’posed to do a hunt or some shit to see what No-Moons in Chicago are like and all that miss. I dunno where the hell you guys are, and she ain’t come to find me for it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[mess, not miss]]
[Phoenix] He blinks, seeming to space out for a second or two when Amy says something to the theurge that brings him back to reality. He glances down at the ice cream before pushing away from the wall and offers it to the kin, handing it and the spoon stuck in it to her. He runs his other hand over his hair, shrugging his shoulders.
“The wall is perfectly stable and comfortable, I don’t see why not.”
[Amy] “Bitch, if you don’t share that, I am so fucking on your bed next time.”
Not that it will be any time soon. She takes the ice cream and spoon, nodding to Phoenix as she settles back in with it. “Well, whatever. I don’t bite, but whatever blows your skirt up.”
[Hunter] Words are thrown around, Hunter’s eyebrows look like they’re going to shoot of his face when Amy says she’s going to be fucking on Sarita’s bed next. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead his attention reverts to Sarita.
“See, Thought Joey was supposed to be checkin’ yo ass out for me, for Defiance. Told Lukas I was lookin’ at ya’, next I hear you’re joining The Unbroken? What’s that shit about?”
[Amy] Uh oh.
She gets up slowly, creeping over to pluck up the joint and get it out of potential firing range.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives her sister a sweet smile. “Amy, my loving, darling sister. You’re my favorite person in the whole, wide world. You know that. But if I lay down on my bed and there’s a god damned wet spot that I was not directly involved in, then I’m dipping your rags in concentrated pepper spray.”
She gives the woman a little wink, then looks at Hunter. She blinks at that, entirely surprised. “Um…really? ’cause that’s kinda sorta the first I’ve ever heard of it. Lukas and Sinclair made the offer to me like, two weeks ago.”
[Hunter] He smiles.
“I bet they did.”
Finally he scoots on over near the head of her bed, leans back against it and hangs his legs half off to the side. He stretches his hands up behind his head, lets out a little yawn.
“Well, don’t matter now does it?”
He is watching the conversation between Hunter and Sarita, grey eyes passing over to Amy as she scuttles out of the way, stealing the joint. He pushes up from his position against the wall, glancing towards the door, his head tilts to the side listening to nothing but the air.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, shit.” She frowns a little, running her hand through her hair. “Sorry, I guess. Seriously, I had no idea. If I did—”
She pauses a moment, and blinks. The expression on her face is something akin to befuddlement mixed with bemusement. “Wait a minute. What strange, weird fucking Bizzar-o world did I wander into where I was a wanted free agent? Should I be wearing a goatee or trying to destroy Nega-Sarita or some shit?”
[Hunter] He laughs, shakes his head.
“Don’t think on it.”
Eyes turn to Phoenix, until now they haven’t introduced themselves properly. “What you listenin’ to? You a crescent or some shit?”
High – Check
Strange awakened substances – Check
Randomly talking with walls – Check
[Phoenix] He is sobering up, Phoenix can feel it.
The tug on his ear makes him twitch, like he was just stung by a bee. He lifts a hand to rub two fingers at the back of his left ear, furrowing his eyebrows together. He doesn’t register what Hunter says to him right away, distracted easily when there wasn’t a need to focus on a conversation that didn’t involve his attention.
“Hmmm?” He glances over to the Garou with high rage, dipping his chin down in a small nod of his head, “On my days off I typically perform ritualistic gatherings, exorcisms, purifications of wine, walk on water and all that happy horse shit.”
He grins just a little, “Dove-spirit, says its going to go shit on your car.”
[Amy] (Sorry. Dogs.)
She takes a long drag off the joint, partly to get herself a little buzz, and partly to keep herself from saying anything stupid. Once she’s done, she waves it at Phoenix.
[Phoenix] Phoenix shakes his head at Amy when she waves the joint at him. “No thank you. I think I’ve reached my limit for one evening.”
[Hunter] He grins, tips his head to the side and the expression reveals strong pearly white canines between pink lips.
“That’s funny, coz my car’s inside a warehouse on the south side gettin’ a tune up.”
A pause, he licks over his teeth briefly.
“Those dove-spirits are fuckin’ crafty though. Names Hunter Matthews, Burnout to the nation, Ahroun, but ya’ guessed that already. Alpha of Defiance, Gnawer.”
He holds out his hand and leans forwards slightly from the bed. There is still a fair gap between them.
[Amy] “You are no fucking fun.”
She takes another drag then, getting up and walking across to Sarita’s room to flop down on the bed with her and Hunter.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fine, then, pass that shit back here, hermana/i] o’ [i]mina.” She grins and waves for the joint, then looks over at Phoenix.
“So come on, Homey G. What’s your story?”
[Phoenix] If the two Garou have not felt it by now, the theurge in the room is probably not a lot of fun as far as Amy is sure of. There is a dullness to his rage, he is too calm for one of their own, too nice, despite the fact that he was a Child of Gaia and that was a stereo type of the tribe. Phoenix was rather docile for his kind. He offers Hunter a tilt of his head, raising his eyebrows at him when the Gnawer mentions that the car is in a warehouse getting a tune up.
There is a hand extended out in offer of a shake, he accepts it, forced to push away from the wall yet again to cross the room to take Hunter’s hand, his grip lacks the strength that the Ahroun carries. “Did I mention the dove-spirit happens to hang out with a couple of cockroaches on Saturday night to play poker? You’d be amazed the network of connections they have on the other side.”
Sarita prods for a story, he shrugs his shoulders, “Phoenix Builds~From~Ashes Taylor, Child of Gaia, Theurge. Rolled into town a few days ago to chaos and misfortune amongst my kin.”
[Hunter] A shake, he doesn’t crush Phoenix’s hand though the ability to do just that can’t be kept out of his grip despite the Gnawer’s best efforts. The shake is brief, he releases his grip quickly and relaxes back on the bed, making sure there’s room for Amy who came shuffling over.
There’s a grin on his lips, then a bark of laughter at cockroaches and doves playing poker.
“Theurge with a sense of humour. Ain’t been one around here since the last occupant of ‘the room’.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, welcome to Chicago. Which I have barely got a right to say, since Ames and I have been here all of a month-plus, but whatever. S’cool.” She takes a hit off the joint and passes it over to Hunter.
[Phoenix] “I’ve been here less than four days and already playing mediator between kinfolk that want to slap each other around.”
A sigh of exasperation escapes his mouth, he naturally falls back to his previous position against the wall, “Are you referring to three? Adara and myself are its current occupants. Perhaps the curse only extends to a males. I hear there was a Child of Gaia curse floating around about a year ago, where they all died when involved with certain blond female of the tribe.”
[Hunter] “Yeah, room three.”
A pause, he licks his lips.
“I was friends with the previous occupant.” A tilt of his head. “He moved out though before he died, don’t believe in no curses. What’s this bout’ mediatin’ kinfolk?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She seems content to let Hunter and Phoenix talk, looking back and forth between then like she’s watching a tennis match. She looks over at Amy after a few moments.
“Soooo, how was your day?”
[Phoenix] “One of the Fenrir kin took it upon herself to punch one of the Gaian kin outside a coffee house the other night while I was inside talking with another. I should’ve followed them out the moment they left, I didn’t pay attention to the friction that was between the pair. I manage to get outside to stop it before it escalated into something worse and the Gaian kin lost her unborn pup.”
He didn’t believe in curses either, which is why he took the room in the first place. He explains the situation to Hunter, his gaze traveling to the sisters with interest.
[Amy] Jesus fuck…
She shrugs at Sarita, reaching for the joint again.
[Hunter] He raises an eyebrow, blinks.
“Christ.” He looks at Amy, grins. “And I thought you were fuckin’ batshit.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow at Amy. “That good, eh? Or that ‘meh?'”
She looks at Phoenix and blinks. “Holy Jesus. Are you kiddin’ me?”
[Amy] She grins back at Hunter. “You ain’t EVER going to see me threatening to slap some other fucking Kin around.”
[Phoenix] “No, I think I’ve worse.” He snerks.
[Phoenix] He shakes his head at Sarita, “I wish I was kidding.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s some seriously fucked-up shit.” She shakes her head. “I’m starting to feel sane around here, and that’s saying something.”
[Amy] “I’m starting to feel fucking well behaved.” She wriggles around to lean on someone, assuming that it’s Sarita but not really bothering to check.
[Hunter] “That is fuckin’ sayin’ somethin’. Both of you.”
He grins, then suddenly he frowns, looks at Sarita.
“Hey I’ve been meanin’ to ask ya’ somethin’. Who the fuck goes into a fight with a fuckin’ mutant with a chainsaw and three fuckin’ wolves — WITH A PISTOL??”
[Phoenix] “Shit happens, what can you really do about it.”
He rolls his shoulders back, crossing his arms over his chest, an eyebrow tilting up curiously at what Hunter asks the Strider.
[Amy] “Fuck you. It’s Harry. Harry is a fucking GOD.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-HEY.” She grins from her spot on the bed. “I will have you know that I had a perfectly good plan there. If I hadn’t been a victim of Loki’s terrible luck at that particular moment, I woulda gotten a shot off, blown mutie-boy’s brains out and been able to shift and run before the wolves got to me. And then it would have been a case of hit and run tactics.”
Maybe she’s not totally insane. Not quite. She nods to Amy and looks back. “Also, what she said. Harry’s a GOD.”
[Sofie Janssen] There’s loud people, smoking joints in room ten. Sofie has been sleeping in room seven, they’re not exactly next to each other, but with the place relatively quiet, combined with restless slumber, has their muffled voices becoming an irritant.
Throwing aside the covers and climbing out of bed, she scruffs hands over her face and through her hair, and begins out the closed door and into the hallway. They are louder there. She follows their voices towards the social room, dressed in a rumpled t.shirt and a pair of jogging shorts.
[Amy] “Fucking God.” She nods for effect, then nods again just enjoying the motion.
[Hunter] He looks between Amy and Sarita, quick short bursts of his head snapping between the two Striders. His mouth is open, but no words come out. Not at first.
“Okay, who the fucks Harry?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The Handcannon From Hell.” She looks at Hunter as if he should get the reference, and then her face falls with a sigh.
“Fuckin’ culturally-nonexistant, man. Harry. Dirty Harry? Carries a big-ass hand cannon and says ‘Are you feelin’ lucky, punk?'”
[Amy] “Sooooooo…. Hunter.”
She’s entirely too relaxed. Sarita may well recognize the warning signs of impending doom.
“Since you guys fucked up and lost out on Sar, I could probably be persuaded into unofficially joining up with your asses. Just so you’re not totally out of the awesomeness that is us.”
[Hunter] “Oohh, that Harry.”
“Ain’t seen that shit in fuckin’ ages. I’mma get —”
He pauses, there’s a relaxed few words from Amy and then an offer. He blinks, he rubs his forehead.
“Christ. It’s a fuckin’ trap.” Luckily there are footsteps sounding down the hall towards the room to distract them all.
[Sofie Janssen] There’s a knock on room tens door, it’s abrupt and forceful.
Seconds later it’s followed by a semi-familiar voice for some, and a complete stranger to another, either way the Fenrir Kinfolk does not sound particularly impressed. “Hey! You in there, keep it down ‘eh? There’s a common room, go and use it, away from those trying to sleep back here.”
[Amy] She stretches languidly, looking over at Sarita as their room door is pounded on.
Her mouth opens, then closes shut with a snap. Maybe she’s not as high as she seems…
[Amy] Three. Two. One. Think, then speak Ames.
“The fuck? We’re having a fucking conversation. Not like anybody’s fucking screaming their fucking head off.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy, relax…” She pats her sister’s leg and hauls herself off the bed. She walks over to the door, pulls the towel away from the bottom and opens it. It’s not like there’s a cloud in the room…Sarita tends to keep the window cracked open for just such occasions. There is a smell of pot though, obviously. She smiles at Sofie.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you if we did. We’ll chill.”
[Hunter] Hunter peeks past Sarita, half leans off the bed and has to place a foot down to steady himself.
“Sofie? Shit what’s the time anywho? Should probs be goin’.” He stuffs his zippo back into his pocket and stands up, stretches his arms well over his head and half yawns-half groans.
“Aight, nice chattin’ with you folks. Phoenix, you should come down to Bronze some time, always in need of a spirit-talker.”
[Amy] She mutters something that could be ‘Not fucking likely’, then stretches her leg out to nudge at Hunter with her foot.
[Sofie Janssen] “Well take your fucking conversation out on the street and give other people some respect!” It’s snapped through the door, and even though she can’t see who is in there, she knows who at least one of them is. She suspects that John might be in there too, or any other number of males. But that isn’t so much her issue right then.
“Seriously,” she says more level, trying to be reasonable, “show some courtesy. We’re guests here.”
She’s about to say something else when the door opens. Sarita sees its quite clear that Sofie’s just hauled herself out of bed and doesn’t look too impressed. The stench makes her nose wrinkle and her upper lip curl distastefully. With her sort of features, it looks closer to a snarl than she intended.
Oh look, there’s Hunter. Surprise.
“Thanks.” It’s short but means well, and she turns on foot, ready to walk off. But since she’s up, she heads the opposite direction down the hall, intending on getting something to drink from downstairs.
[Amy] Normally she’d be up on her feet and halfway on the way to kicking someone’s ass by now, but she’s trying very hard to make a good impression. Instead her jaw grinds and she keeps her gaze on Sarita.
“¿Quién coño es eso?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wow.” She sees the look Sofie gives her and frowns. The Strider can deal with a lot of shit, but some things get on her. Whatever it is, Sofie just hit it. When she stalks off, Sarita shakes her head and shuts the door. “Yeah, fuck you very much too. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time I hear you bein’ a bitch to someone in the common room through the wall we share with it and I’m trying to sleep.” She walks over to the bed and sits back down, looking at Amy.
“Name’s Sofie, I think. Fuck if I know, really. Someone who already hit my last fuckin’ nerve.”
[Amy] “Perra necesita su culo fantástico. Libra en nuestra maldita puerta gritando acerca de cómo estamos demasiado voz alta y luego pisar fuera como una perra …” She scowls, her good mood ruined.
[Hunter] His eyes flick between Amy and Sarita, a grin appears on his lips even as he’s reaching for the door.
“Usted tiene una boca sucia Amy.”
He pulls open the door, peers out to make sure there isn’t an angry Fenrir kin waiting to ambush him, then steps out into the corridor.
“Night ladies, Phoenix.”
[I think shann has gone]
She gives Hunter a sheepish smile, brushing her hair back with her hand. “Um. Oops?”
[Sofie Janssen] Angry Fenrir Kin isn’t waiting to ambush, she’s down in the kitchen getting herself some filtered water and leaning against the counter, enjoying the silence and the hum of the fridges. Her feet are cold on the floor.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Naah, let it go.” She shakes her head to Amy. “Ain’t worth it. Here, toke up.”
She grins when Hunter busts out the Spanish and gives him a wave. “Tener una buena noche, Hunter. Dile a Joey que me llame, ¿vale?” She’s just using Spanish to drive in the point that Hunter got one over on Amy. Which impresses the Ragabash.
[Amy] “Oh, fuck you.”
She makes a face at Sarita, waving at Hunter. “Night, boss man.”
[Hunter] He smiles back at Sarita, nods his head.
“Sure, will do.”
Fact of the matter is he probably already has. May have even been talking to her this whole time. A little salute to Amy and then he wanders off down the hall, to the common room and eventually down the stairs.
[Amy] She’s veeeeeeeeeeeery quiet until she’s sure she heard him go down the stairs.
“Well, he didn’t tell me to fuck off.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at Amy and grins once the door is shut. “Smooth move, supa-star.”
[Sofie Janssen] She watches Hunter come down through the main floor from where she’s drinking from a glass. Lowering it down, she holds it at a comfortable waist level, gaze following him through the main floor without saying a word, yet. Apparently she had run him out of their room.
[Amy] “Grab the bull by the fucking horns and all that shit, right?” She gets up and shuffles over to her bed, flopping down.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches Amy, frowning. There’s a few moments before she rolls onto her own back, shutting her eyes. “You’re pushing too much, too soon I think.”
[Amy] “But he didn’t tell me to fuck off.” She positions herself just so on the bed and inhales a deep breath.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You have an impressive skill at ignoring all logic, you know that?”
[Amy] “So I guess that whole ‘What are you going to do if I pack with Hunter’ speech of yours wasn’t so far off, hey? What the fuck is up with that?”
She flatly ignores the comment, curling on her side to look at Sarita.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs, letting her eyes drift back open. “I dunno. Guess it’s a little late now though, like Hunter said.” She frowns a little. “In all honesty, probably saved me a lot of agonized back-and-forth on the deciding. So maybe it’s for the best.”
[Amy] She shrugs and makes a non committal sound, eyes shutting.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, fuck off.” She grabs a bean bag from next to her bed and throws it at the light switch, hitting it smack-dab to kill the lights. THAT’S why she uses a gun. [[Thanks for the scene, guys!]]