Nathaniel Dikastis: The dancer blows a kiss to Corbin, and Nathaniel just laughs and nods to him. "Yeah, sure ya will, but just remember you started it, 'n here, I can really get some shit started on ya if I want." He glances to the kitchen. "Give me five, check to make sure they don't need nothin' 'n I'll join ya for a few."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Almost sticks out his tongue to his brother, but that isn't very mature and instead he just scowls at him. "Hurry up."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He tosses the rag over his apron-clad shoulder, and disappears into the kitchen.

Paige Nightsong: Changed into black leather pants, with flames licking up the sides of them, a matching black button-down leather vest, cowboy boots and a black stetson with two red feathers falling down the back of it, Paige heads through the VIP section on her way to an office.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: d10: : 8,1,5,6,5,9,10,4,

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: It is the body and movement that first catch his eye, and the admiration turns into the breath leaving his body in a rush as he realizes it's Paige. His ocean blue eyes widen as he watches her; she is literally breathtaking.

Paige Nightsong: d10: : 5,7,3,2,9,10,10,

Paige Nightsong: And damned if she doesn't feel someone watching her, stopping in her tracks to see who is giving her that feeling. In a matter of seconds, her blue eyes rest on Corbin.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: His smile is warm and almost back to the initial goofiness when he first rested eyes upon her.

Paige Nightsong: She grins back to him, blushing some and heads up to where he is sitting.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She comes out of the kitchen and stops at the bar. Where she picks up the tray with the drinks and walks it over to the tablke she needed to serve. Stopping on the way and speaking to yet a different set of customers. She nods her head and finishes delivering the drinks.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He stands up, giving Paige a warm embrace, public eye be damned, and a light kiss. Rather chaste under the circumstances. "I think my heart stopped seeing you in that outfit. It might be the boots. Could be the hat." He chuckles.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He comes back out of the kitchen, now in the white shirt and tight black dress slacks, minus the apron, and he pauses at the bar long enough to pour a cup of coffee for himself before heading to Corbin's table.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ~Doesn't exactly look like they've broken up, or else it was *real* amicable.~

Paige Nightsong: She returns his kiss with a bit more of a warmer one, but certainly not pushing the limits of modesty here, hugging him. "Is that so? I think it's the boots." She grins and taking her hat of, sets it on his head.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He grins, patting the top of the hat. "Now all I need is a bullwhip and spurs. Nate's taking a break, are you working?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches the exchange between Corbin and Paige, taking a sip of his coffee, giving them a chance to greet properly before he steps up to the table. "Evenin', Paige."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "They have coffee?" He blinks, looking down at his sprite, then gulping it fast so he can get a coffee instead.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He ducks his head, but his smile to Paige is brilliant. He reaches out to take her hand and give it a light, meaningful squeeze, parting reluctantly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She continues to get the drink orders and the food delivered to tables, the faint smile on her face the whole time. The once more she disapears into the kitchens.

Paige Nightsong: She smiles, squeezing his hand back, and steps back also partially reluctant but knowing the sooner she does this the sooner she'll be able to come back; heading back away from the table and toward where she had been heading.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches the two together for a moment, then quickly downs half his coffee, making a point to stare at the cup as if the liquid inside it held great interest.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Draws a breath and takes a last sip of his sprite, his eyes turning to Nate.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He waits until Paige has moved out of hearing range, then speaks quietly, still looking in his cup. "Seems the two of ya gettin' on good now."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He nods, can't help a smile. "She's wonderful, bro." But his smile fades, looking at Nate. "Bad timing on my part, though."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He forces a smile, and looks up at Corbin. "Nah, why would ya say that? What's this anyhow I hear about ya likin' whips, huh? Ever been hit by one, even a silk one? Ya might be yippin' quite a while if she done that to ya." Yep, ignoring the other question for the moment.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "Nah, I'm not into whips, I was just being, you know, witty." He lets his brother get away with dodging the question. A faint frown, though. "You into whips?" Realizes he hasn't a clue about his brother's sex life; probably better that way.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She comes back out. Oh yes she knows when to keep busy. She seems to do it well. Removing dishes where people are finished. She doesn't go near Corbin and Nathan's table.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He eventually flags down someone to get him coffee, black.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He meets his brother's eyes. "I've been into just about everythin', at one point or another... don't even go there, Corey. Pain and sex can be fun, even addictive, but it has a cost... inside. I can't see ya as anythin' but this nice little wolfie with a white picket fence and a yard full of screamin' brats - you know, the way it outta be."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She notes that someone else is getting Corbin's order as she heads back to the kitchens.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He looks stunned, and has been rendered momentarily speechless. He takes a sip of coffee to compensate, and then tries to pretend he didn't just scald his mouth. The truth being, as Nate is so painfully aware, that Corbin has been rather sheltered his whole life.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Finally, he mumbles with downcast eyes, "You really think my life is going to be tame like that?" Unsure if that's the way he wants it.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches Corbin's reaction and seems to nod to himself. "Papa kept a lot of shit hidden, Corbin, and with reason. There ain't no sense in goin' there now, but I want things to go as good for you as they can... considerin' what type of shit ya gotta fight against. Keep your private life as normal as ya can. You want to be so growned up 'n all, 'n I can't blame ya, 'cause ta got to be more'n just a normal dude, but grow up without bein' drowned in the shit." Just a few years older than Corbin, the tone of voice and facial expression could be decades older.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Mumbles, "You never did explain to me what all that stuff in the cave meant." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "No, of course it ain't gonna be that simple, but don't let the horrors 'n the shit take ya down. You gonna see enough shit without goin' out 'n lookin' for the hard shit. I know ya, man, 'n that kinda stuff just ain't you. The real world the picket fences are peelin' 'n fallin' down, the shit stinks 'n the roses are all fadin' away, but it's up to ones like you to try to stop it all." He downs the rest of his coffee. "Shit, I ain't makin' no sense here. I can't say shit right."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "You're saying it just fine, Nathaniel."

Morgane Kristanovitch: And once more back out of the kitchens again, she cannot wait for her break to happen.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He rolls his eyes. "Jesus, Corey... I was meanin' with me, but... well... Papa had his secrets too, 'n that was one of 'em. He... he and Joe liked... well... shit." He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging strands from the poneytail clip. "If ya really wanna know, he was into somethin' called... Bondage." He says the last word very softly.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He shakes his head vehemently, holding up a hand. "No! I don't want to know. I really, really, *really* don't want to know. I'll happily put on blinders." He sighs and looks to his brother gratefully. "You tell me shit like it is, Nate. No b.s., no hedging. I appreciate that, more than you know."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She keeps up with working actually thinking of when her shift will be over. As she walks back to the far end of the bar to keep an eye on this if people need drinks and what not she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear asking what time it was from oneof the bartenders.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "You're my brother, furry or not, 'n that is stronger than the bullshit. If I gotta, for you, I'll say Sir to the furry assholes, I'll try to help ya, 'n I won't lie to ya."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He cracks a smile. "You only have to say sir in public. I think at home it's a little much, don't you?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And into Wyld Nights the wild girl steps. She's got a manic sort of grin on her face as she enters...something akin to a Willy Wonka at his first sugar factory, one might imagine. She glances around the VIP room, before she heads toward the bar.

A woman walks by, drawing the attention of many of the nearby men, and some of the women. Standing at 5’9” and a touch under her ideal weight at 125 pounds, her dusky skin and ebony hair, which falls freely to her mid-back, indicates Hispanic blood, possibly mixed with Native American. Her body is lithe, the kind many women would kill for, and well-proportioned underneath her black leather pants and matching tank-top. A brown duster and knee-high steel-toed Doc Martins complete the ensemble. Her eyes are a smoky brown, filled with a mischievous humor. She walks along, seemingly oblivious of others around her, excepting a casual appraising glance at the men around. She gives off an aura akin to a playful predator, on the hunt for something to bat around.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He manages a true chuckle. "How the hell should I know if it is needed or not? I'm still new at bein' the proper sort of kin!"

Nathaniel Dikastis: Under his breath. "But, I at least know that stickin' firecrackers under Craven's bed at 4am probably wouldn't exactly get me on his right side..."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "Yeah, but you make me pretty damned proud, Nate." He clears his throat, uncomfortable with giving praise since they tease each other so much. "So what's up with Morgane? She hasn't even come over."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He laughs. "No, it wouldn't. Kesley might be able to do it, it's her moon." Wicked grin. "You could suggest it to her."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Long, easy and confidant strides take her to the bar. She hops up on a stool and orders herself a Tequila Sunrise. As she waits for it to be made, a glance is spared around the room, eyes surveying the patronage over a lopsided grin.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He takes the second comment first, with a mischevious grin. "Maybe I'll just ask her if I can buy them a rooster..." He laughs but then the laughter fades. "I... I'm not sure. I want to try for things to be like they were... but I know she cares for this new dude, 'n I ain't gonna say or do nothin' to get in her way. But, I sure miss havin' her to talk to."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She watches Reyna walk up to the bar. One less customer for her to serve something too, unless she orders any food. She moves away with a nod of her head to the woman, heading to pick up some dishes from a table that is done.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "How about a little advice from me?" he asks with a curious gentleness. "Talk to her. Don't lose her as a friend. Whether or not there'll ever be something more, she made you happy. I think she's afraid to make the first move. It's gonna have to be up to you."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I ain't stupid, Corey, even if I didn't think she liked the dude, he's got the upper hand 'n we all know it. Maybe he don't want her talkin' to other guys or somethin'."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "I don't get a possessive vibe from Lucien." He shrugs. "And dating isn't mating. A higher ranking Philodox told me that just the other night. Just because you're dating or courting, doesn't mean that's absolutely the one to be your lifelong mate."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He has a slight edge of bitterness to his voice, but he is controlling it more than Corbin has noticed before.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes her drink, vaguely watching the dancers and vaguely watching Corbin and Nathaniel as well. She takes a sip, leaning back, and pulls a cigarette.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Corbin> "You didn't see her face, her eyes. I did. You know the dude, but I saw her." His eyes suddenly seem to harden. "Are you sayin' he's just stringin' her along? I might not be nothin' much against him, but if he hurts her I swear I'll have his ass somehow."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He glances over at the tall, skinny woman, noting her presence.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She continues moving about the room. Dishes to the kitchen that are dirty, back out with an order of food. Bering stopped every now and again for another order of drinks, or food or what have you.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((Yeah, but that higher-ranking Philodox is insane and was seeing a Wyrmspawn and a Truborn at the same time. *G*))

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He groans, attention pulled back to Nate. "You freak. I'm not saying he's stringing her along! I'm saying there's not a commitment there that I know of. And there is *nothing* saying you can't be her friend."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4] -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Yeah *S* but he doesn't know the whole story, he only heard a few things here and there. Aerin told Corbin what he *wanted* to hear ~lol~ so he's going with that.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: His shoulders relax. Corbin> "Oh... well, maybe nothin' formal, but I seen her, 'n she looked like nothin' I ever seen her look before. If there is somethin' true to what a woman in love looks like, then that was her. She was shinin', 'n prettier than I ever seen her. I seen too many hurt to not worry that this dude will hurt her. She ain't the type that would take that kinda shit well and bounce back."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((*G* No, totally. It is his honest opinion, and is honestly the CoG standpoint. That it happened to come from the most leniant Garou in NYC (who's also soon to be the first Adren PC on-site...WHOOO!!) is merely amusing. ;) ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He suddenly looks at his watch and groans. "Oh hell, I need to get back to work, before they start screamin' at me."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Corbin's glance gets a nod in his direction, and a wink. She tracks Morgane on her path around the room...something moving. Something to keep her attention for a few. Besides the dancers, of course. Always something to watch in here, if the crowd isn't entertaining enough.

Paige Nightsong: Paige comes back from the office, heading toward Corbin's table once more. (didn't save the description, but she's got black leather pants/matching button down leather vest with red flames on them, cowboy boots on)

Morgane Kristanovitch: If she notes anyone watching her, she doesn't show it at all. She is working doing her job. Faint smile on her face the whole time. She seems to be nice and polite to everyone in the same way.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He makes a face at Nate. "Okay. You be home tonight?" He pretends he didn't see Reyna's wink, but his eyes stray that direction.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ~And Corbin is wearing the cowboy hat that matches Paige's outfit!~

Nathaniel Dikastis: He squeezes his brother's arm. "See ya later at the house, gotta go earn my bread 'n butter... oh, by the way, I enrolled in a bartending class!" He grins to him, then takes off toward the kitchen, where a stack of dirty dishes awaits him.

Morgane Kristanovitch -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Changed into black leather pants, with flames licking up the sides of them, a matching black button-down leather vest, cowboy boots and a black stetson with two red feathers falling down the back of it,

Nathaniel Dikastis: Over his shoulder. "Yep, see ya then" He disappears into the kitchen, grabbing an apron and sighing at the stack that had gathered on his break. (dropping nick for now)

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He laughs. "Good for you!" Takes a sip of his coffee then brightens as he sees Paige. He stands.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Paige gets a glance as she walks out and toward Corbin's table...quirk of the eyebrow, as she tries to figure out whether the girl's a dancer or a patron. Of course, people are probably thinking the same about her, so...

Paige Nightsong: She smiles more as she gets closer to him.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Oh yeah there probably is as this is only one of the three rooms in the place, Nathaniel will have plenty of dishes. Morgane is once more standing by the bar waiting for another drink order to be filled.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He steps forward, slipping an arm around that tantalizing waist and putting the cowboy hat back on Paige's head. "Missed you."

Paige Nightsong: She puts her arms around his waist, grinning as she looks back up to him. "Missed you too."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She heads back out and takes a table their drink oerders. A glance goes to Corbin and Paige, as she set's the drinks on the table.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He leans in, his free hand tilting that beautiful face as he kisses her sweetly. Not going as passionate as he would like due to where they are. He pulls out a chair for her.

Paige Nightsong: She definitely likes this kiss better, and behaves herself being in public, sitting down next to him after the chair is offered. "Thank you sweetheart."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A little chuckle...okay, probably not a dancer. She shrugs and lights up her cigarette, gaze going back to the dancers.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He sits down next to her. "I'd offer to buy you a drink," he chuckles, "but I figure you probably get them free."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She would roll her eyes if she would allow herself. Things like that inb a strip club is how rumors start. A nod of her head to one of the customers as she makes her way, this time over to Corbin's table.

Lucien Bourikas: He makes the proper inquiries and finds his way to the VIP area, glancing around and blinking at the dancers. He is holding something wrapped in green florist paper.

Lucien Bourikas: At almost an even six feet he moves like a dancer, his muscles lean but well defined through the thin black shirt he wears under a dark brown suede coat. Dark chestnut brown hair with golden brown highlights curls slightly over his shoulders. His light hazel eyes seem flecked with gold, and appear sensitive, and calm at first glance. In fact, his whole bearing seems to radiate a quiet sense of peace, despite the rather rakish appearing short beard and mustache - or perhaps because of it. He shows obvious breeding, and carries himself in a confident, but respectful manner. He speaks in a tone that seems to enchant the listener, it has a natural soothing, appealing quality to it. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.phpname=coppermine&file=displayimage&meta=lastcom&cat=0&pos=0

Paige Nightsong: "Nah, you can buy me one. I'm now off the clock again."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She stops to pick up Corbin's empty sprite glass, and whispers something in his ear as she does do. She misses Lucien walking in.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He motions for one of the waitstaff. "Then order whatever you like. I'm running up a tab, compliments of Nathaniel."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: d10: : 2,8,5,4,8,1,5,6,

Lucien Bourikas: (Ax the part about 'but respectful manner'. I copied the wrong description! lol)

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He whispers back to Morgane.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She glances to Paige. "What can I get for you Paige?" she says she is there already.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks to the door as Lucien comes in, looking him over breifly as a drag of smoke is exhaled into the air.

Lucien Bourikas: He glances around the room, once his eyes lift from the dancers.

Lucien Bourikas: d10: Per/Alert: 2,3,8,9,6,5,

Morgane Kristanovitch: And she freezes hearing what Corbin said to her. Blinking a few times. "Thank you Corbin." a swallow, and she sttempts to move away from their table and towards the kitchens.

Lucien Bourikas: He catches Reyna's eyes and gives her a polite, pleasant smile, then notices Morgane and his eyes seem to light up with an inner glow. He straightens his jacket and tucks his guitar case a little closer under his arm.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He tries to hide a bit of a smile, his eyes straying over to Lucien.

Paige Nightsong: She was trying to be polite and not listen to the whispering going on there around her, watching the floor for a moment, then looking up. "Oh, hey Morgane. "I'll take a cherry coke."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Leans over and speaks quietly to Paige.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Lucien, to Morgane. Then, to Corbin, and then to Paige. Her eyes track all around, brow slightly arched as she tracks the interpersonal relationships in the room making themselves known.

Lucien Bourikas: He does notice Corbin and Paige, but it is almost as an afterthought - for the moment his eyes settled only on Morgane.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Morgane nods to Paige, damn she was gonna have to come back. She keeps her smile in check and heads for the bar, placing Paiges order, she slips into the Kitches finally, to make sure the dirty glasses got in there.

Paige Nightsong: She nods to what's being said to her. "Thanks," she says quietly.

Lucien Bourikas: He starts toward the table where Morgane was, flower clutched in his hand, then pauses as she walks away into the kitchen. His smile doesn't falter though but for a second, and he moves toward the couple at the table, nodding to Corbin. "Good evening." His eyes move to Paige and include her in his greeting.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He stands. "Good evening, Lucien. May I introduce my girlfriend Paige Nightsong?" He grins, proud as punch to call her that, now that things aren't so up in the air. "Paige, this is Lucien Bourikas."

Lucien Bourikas: He gives Paige a half-bow from the waist. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Nightsong."

Paige Nightsong: She stands up holding out her hand to him. "Nice to meet you Lucien."

Morgane Kristanovitch: When she reappears out the door and standing at the bar picking up Paiges drink, she glances around to find Lucien finally, seeing him at Corbin and Paige's table she makes her way over, Paiges drink in hand.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her foot is tapping somewhat in time to the music, head nodding a little as she lip synchs along to it. She's even acutely aware how tacky it is to do so...she just doesn't seem to care too much.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He presses a hand to the small of Paige's back, looking at her with adoring eyes. Sickening, really, to those who aren't in the state themselves.

Lucien Bourikas: He takes Paige's hand and gives it a formal kiss, dropping it immediately to be proper. "It is good to meet Corbin's....girlfriend."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Casting a wary eye on the hand-kissing Lord.

Paige Nightsong: She blushes a bit with what Lucien's said. "Thank you, Lucien."

Lucien Bourikas: He sparks again as Morgane reappears, and he dips his head towards her. "Evening, M'Lady."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "Would you like to join us, Lucien?" he asks casually.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: A smile to Morgane.

Paige Nightsong: Oh shit, her eyes glance to Corbin as she recalls something, and not rudely, she does bring her hand back.

Lucien Bourikas: Corbin> "Thank you, I would." He glances to Morgane. "Until Morgane can get off, of course, and join us."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She catches Ryeyna's toe tapping head nodding, her faint smile going a bit more of a smile. Her eyes focue on the group around Corbin's table as she moves over there. Setting Paige's drink dwn on the table. "There you go Paige." a glance up to Lucien./ "Can I get you something to drink Lucien?"

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "That will be fun." Watching the two closely.

Paige Nightsong: "Thanks Morgane. Hey, cute hair cut...." she smiles.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The drink is finished, and she looks to the bartender breifly, asking for a refill. Her eyes go right back to the table she's been watching, though, with those quick glances to the stage as well.

Lucien Bourikas: He looks up into Morgane's eyes and smiles. "Oh yes..." He blinks then and slightly chuckles. "I mean, of course, I would love something to drink...perhaps a simple scotch and water?" He moves to hand her the flower wrapped in green paper. It is a single white rose.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: d10: per empathy Morgane: 10,10,4,2,1,7,2,

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I should be off work fairly soon, and they yes I would be glad t join you." she say easily. Still looking up at Lucien.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((Bleh. *L* He's not as good at reading people as Jez. *S*))

Lucien Bourikas: (lol)

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He sits back down, a strange almost sad smile playing at his mouth.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She accepts the Flower looking at it and then back to Lucien before looking to Paige. "Thank you Paige." a smile to her. She takes and smells the rose. Attempting to keep the flush frm her ceeks. She clears her throat. "I will be right back with your drink my Lord." She set's the rose down as she whispers something to Lucien before heading off.

Lucien Bourikas: He leans forward to listen to Morgane, a pleased smile on his face at her smelling it.

Paige Nightsong: d10: emp on Morgane: 6,2,7,7,2,8,

Paige Nightsong: She watches Morgane a little closer after the flower is given to her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She makes her way back to the bar, being stopped to take a few more drink orders. Oh the life of a waitress. She heads to the bar. She makes sure that She get's charged for Lucien's drink. As she awaits to take the drink orders back.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The new drink is half-empty now, as she sits there, taking it all in.

Lucien Bourikas: He looks to Corbin, after Morgane leaves. "I have had little time to speak with our other... brothers and sisters of late. Are things that quiet here?"

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He takes up Paige's hand under the table, looking to Lucien. Clears his throat to get the man's attention. "I haven't had a chance to really introduce you around yet. Have you been meeting many interesting people?"

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He grins as they talk over one another. "Fairly quiet, but I have a feeling it's the calm before the storm. Pun intended."

Paige Nightsong: She listens quietly to them, squeezing his hand under the table.

Lucien Bourikas: "I haven't gotten to meet anyone else in the... pack family yet, but I am anxious too."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "Katana, I know, has been incredibly busy getting this club up and running. Craven tends to give us a lot of time to pursue individual interests, though I'm sure he'll call us together for something soon. There's something about that Academy going on, and he's waiting for Ingvar to get some information to pass on to us."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She heads back out from the bar. several drinks for other tables. Which she makes sure that they are served, before she heads back to the table.

Lucien Bourikas: "Katana I haven't met yet, nor Kelsey, but I hope to soon." He studies for a moment. "I haven't heard anything about an Academy."

Paige Nightsong: She looks to Corbin. "If you'd like to discuss things, I can go make myself busy...."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A new cigarette is lit up, and she leans back a little more against the bar, head tilted a little to the side as she watches.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Paige: "No, nothing that will be said here will be something you shouldn't hear." Lucien: "We can always go to the Caern, too, once MOrgane is off work."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She set's Lucien's drink down on the table in front of him,. "There you are my Lord." A smile to him.

Paige Nightsong: "Alright, as long as you are sure," she smiles.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He smiles reassuringly to Paige.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((I think we've lost Dusty for the moment...))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Corbin. "Well give me a few minutes and will will be back." a nod of her head and a final glance to Lucien before she heads off to go and get changed. She was not going to head outside in this outfit.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He nods to Morgane. Perfectly content to wait. He has coffee, he has a pack brother, and best of all, he has Paige.

Paige Nightsong: She sips from her drink. "Want some?" she asks Corbin.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He leans over and murmurs to Paige, "That hat looks so damn fine on you."

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He smiles, shakes his head. "No thanks. I'm good with coffee."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She starts whistling to herself, the Jeopardy! theme song, head swaying back and forth in time with her own music as she leans back on the bar.

Paige Nightsong: She smiles, tipping the rim of it up. "Glad ya like."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She heads back through the kitchen aftert she speaking with the bar tender for a moment or two.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "I've never seen a woman better suited to wear hats." And by golly, he means it. In his eyes, Paige is number one.

Paige Nightsong: "And boots too?" she does a quick kick up to show off one, holding her leg up for a long moment, like it's second nature to move with that kind of grace and agility.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: Mesmerized by the leg, but his eyes and the suddenly visible flush to his face are ample compliment.

Paige Nightsong: She blushes a little too seeing his reaction. "Just tell me to stop and I will," she says quietly to him.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He finds his voice. "Never," he rumbles, smoothing back a stray lock of Paige's hair. "You will never have to censor yourself with me. I like you just the way you are."

Paige Nightsong: She leans back a little against him. "Thanks, same goes for you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The kick gets a side-tilt of the head...hmm. Maybe she is a dancer, just off-duty?

Morgane Kristanovitch: Morganes walks in the outside entrance, looking a bit more clothed, a nice sweater, and grey wool slacks, heeled boots and her long coat on as well. She heads over to the table. A raise of an eyebrow.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((And sadly, I'm starting to run down. My cold meds are wearing off. Think I might lie down, might not be for the whole night. *HUGS*)) He smiles, nuzzling Paige's neck as intimately as he dares in public. "Can I walk you home, or do you want to stay awhile?"

Paige Nightsong: Her leg is back down. "I still haven't had a chance to show one of my routines. Have to bring ya home and have ya stay for more than a good night kiss and watch..." she grins.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: He grins back. "Well. Ahem. Anytime."

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Hugs* it is okay I understand not feeling well)) Morgane picks up the flower once more. "Go ahead, I shall wait for Lucien."

Paige Nightsong: "Why don't I show you that tonight," she grins to him. She stands up.

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: "I think he went to the restroom." He stands up, wrapping an arm around Paige's waist as they head out.

Paige Nightsong: ((That's fine. Rest is what you need right now *hugs*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Go, go. Sleeeep.))

Corbin Justice Calms-the-Storm [PB 4]: ((Thanks for the scene!))

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head. "Good night Corbin , Paige." she says as she sits down to wait.

Paige Nightsong: "Good night, Morgane," she smiles to her as she walks out with Corbin. ((Thank you too! Night!))