Ita McNairee: *it was nice of them to let her in, the little woman jingling quietly through the halls, poking her head into rooms as she looks for one of the regulars. Melody..Josh maybe.. a smile brightens her face. josh would be delighted*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's heading down the hallway herself...looking for Ingvar. Boy need to fill her in on some details, STAT. The mood on her face isn't expecially good, as she looks one way, then the other, checking each individual room. She has GOT to come here more often...she can't even remember which one he uses.

Ita McNairee: 7,4,3,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: 6,4,2,4,2,6,

Ita McNairee: *its not until she pulls her head out of another doorway that she sees reyna, doing a doubletake and stepping out of her way with a grin*

Ita McNairee: Och.. yer searchen fer oo?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She notes Ita and pauses, blinking. "Hey, gypsy queen. What's up?" She looks around. "I'm looking for the Hungarian Wonder. Ya seen 'im?"

Ita McNairee: och nae.. Ingvars nae doown thes way.. aulready checked aul tha's ahind me.. only a lass readen, Ye seen josh oor Melly aboots? Malcolm mayhaps?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head. "Nope. That that new manager chick--what's her name, Jamie or something--she's in the office. Haven't seen Josh or Mel around...Malc's probably home."

Ita McNairee: Ah thenk ets Josie loves.. rengs a bell fer me. *she nibbles her lip. no josh or mrlly hmmm?, she sighs and runs a hand through her hair.* Och, aye than. thank ye loves. Soory ah'm nae elp en findedn yer hungarian.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shrugs a bit. "S'all good. So, what's new with you, It? Anything shakin' in your world?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes a moment to light a cigarette. No smoking laws within businesses...pshaw. She's friends with the owner, and...well, he'd hate it. But oh, well.

Ita McNairee: och.. somethens aulways shaken me world seems like. jes a matter o finden tha blighter an maken the fooker stop, aye? *she laughs and gives a grin*

Ita McNairee: 2,4,

Ita McNairee: *she takes a step back from the smoke with a slight frown*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She chuckles a little and nods, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I know that feeling. Problem is..." She frowns some, and sighs. "...problem is, you take one fucking sick bastard down, and seven more pop up with their deviant, mind-fucking ways." She looks about to spit, before she takes a drag off her cigarette.

Ita McNairee: och aye *she nods* mind fookers.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks from the cigarette to Ita and sighs. "Fuck, sorry. Bad habit, and not safe among the flammable, eh?"

Ita McNairee: 3,1,

Ita McNairee: *she shakes her head, more out of habit than anything, frown severe* nae loves.. reckon best tae keep et oot around es folk.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The right foot lifts into the air, and she stubs the smoke out on her boot. "So, how are you doing, anyway? You and Mr. Identity Crisis doin' a'ight?" She tactfully stays away from discussion of her employment status here...up to the vampire to bring that up, if she wants to.

Ita McNairee: Dinnae call em tha please loves. *she gives a smile, forgiving, but its clear calling her Dream "Mr. Identity Crisi" is not a winning point* AH'm daen peaches loves. jes peaches. soome folks after oos, 'ave tae fin' a flatmate awfi soon.. nae beg woories

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sorry. I mean it only with the best intentions, kiddo." She smiles a bit...sure, she's Worm-spawn. But she's NICE Worm-spawn, and 'sides, no reason to be mean somewhere where they aren't getting into it anyway. "I kinda like Dreamboat. It's called positive disempowerment, or some long-winded shit like that. You take the bad, make it endearing, so it can't hurt ya anymore. It'd be like me calling myself a Spic, or the 'N' word used by the majority of the rap community. Tajke the bad, make it good, and it can't hurt ya anymore. 'sides, if you can't laugh at the problems, you only got one other option, and that option sucks."

Ita McNairee: och *she rubs a hand through her hair* reckon tha's fine an dandy than loves. stell dinnae like et meself.

Ita McNairee: *a warm smile, none the less. the pikey rubs her nose and nods * ye been aulrecht aside frem baddies?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods, accepting that. "Fair enough, chica. My lips are sealed on that matter. I be a good coyote."

Ita McNairee: coyote loves? *she's not getting the slang, a pleasant grin as she rubs her eyes and leans in the hallway. you'd think she'd have more energy now that she wasn't forced to sleep all day.. but instead she's been entirely tired. all the time*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shrugs a bit. "Well, let's see. I've got asshole rapists from the Sept fucking up their own people. My best buds don't talk to me at all anymore. The boy-toy was nuttier then his usual fruitcake self for a while. I need to find a baddie to beat up, 'fore I start poundin' the good guys." A grin goes Ita's way, along with a wink. Coyote mask is up and in full-force. "Other then that, I'm all sorts of beaut-ee-ful."

Ita McNairee: och..well ah reckon there's some setite folks ye could kick tha arse o, effen ye'd a hankeren *she gives a wink back, lovely* why dinnae ye find yer rapist an gie hem wha-fer?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Long story. Let's just say that a little wolfie gotten into my ear and told me we need the little shit. So no darting his ass and watching him die." She looks up at Ita suddenly. "Setites, you say? As in, people related to Set, I take it."

Ita McNairee: aye. bad vampire folk. sneaky traitous sorts wha skulk aroond en tha dark. they killed wee Selkie, aye?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: That brings an instant dark and nasty look to her eyes...one that may not have been thought possibly on the good-humored coyote. "Yeah, that, too. Not high on those Setites at the moment. At all."

Ita McNairee: *she nods solemnly, agreeing with a scowl. she shakes her head and huffs* bastards tha lot o em. *she feigns spitting to the side with a Ptoo*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She actually joins Ita in the feigned spitting. "You hear any word of 'em, gimme a call, a'ight? They fuckin' with my man, and they fuckin' with my sentai. That means they fuckin' with just about everything this chica holds dear."

Ita McNairee: aye darlin.. ah dinnae reckoon ah've yer number tho..aye?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She considers that and nods. "Point to you." Out comes her cell. "What's your number, Gypsy Queen?"

Ita McNairee: *the pikey rattles it off, bringing a hand up with a jingle to rub her eye, other hands digging in her satchel to get her own phone* an yers loves?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And a number is rattled back. "A'ight, so we're connected at the wireless hip. Good deal."

Ita McNairee: Aye, peaches and cream darlin. *She nods and gives a grin, looking down the hallway at a noise that.. turns out only to be a janitor. a sigh* well.. ah reckon ah'm likely aft wie me. gien late an a've dressen rooms tae poke me beak entae. Ah hope ye fin Ingvar loves.. ye 'ave es number? *she stops mid phone-put-away, looking up*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "Yeah. He has an annoying tendancy of not wanting to talk over the phone, and hanging up or telling me he's at places he isn't. I prefer the face-to-face meetings. Y'know, mano-e-mano." A smirk.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Preferably outside of arm's range but within shooting distance." The smirk becomes a grin.

Ita McNairee: nae certain yer a mano lass. *she gives a grin* aye.. ee's a surly felly. sad though. awfi sad. ee needs a shag afore ee guts a folk. *she nods sagely. listen to the expert*

Ita McNairee: ah'd offer.. but ah reckon en me own case the felly'd like tae ave tha gutten ferst. an than tha shaggen. an tha's jes nae mornin porridge fer a pikey. *her eyes widen and she grimaces*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, well, gimme time. All I need is him and the chicky in the right place, a couple hits of X, and access to their drinks, and propriety turns into sweaty furry naked grunting. They'll be partyin' hardy, doggie-style. Literally." She winks the pikey's way.

Ita McNairee: *she laughs and shakes her head* trouble loves, tha's wha ye are. reckon tha'd aboot dae et though. poor fellys gaggen fer et an lonely. an when ah brought et oop ee aboot threw me frem a movin ve'echle. *a sigh as she rubs her face like a gerbil*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Y'okay, It? No offense, but you keep grimicin' like you've gotta yak, and I don't mean the long-haired buffalo. Bad blood or somethin'?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Awww, kiddo. Trouble? Me?" She looks genuinely honored to be labeled this. "That's the sweetest thing I've had said to me all week."

Ita McNairee: och.. ah dinnae kain loves.. jes keep tossen oop everythen ah gie entae me..aye? ah gie et doown, an tha sooner oor later en tha day et coomes recht back oop agawn. *she curls a hand round where the nausea is seated in her belly* Tired es aul shite as well.. reckon ah'd best be asken tha loves effen ee'll coome gie me. ah'm knackered.

Ita McNairee: *a smile to the coyote*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "Yeah, I better go find Ingy. Don't tell him I called him that, by the way. He hates it, and I'm tryin' to play nice. And you didn't hear that he has a chicky from me, a'ight?" A wink.

Ita McNairee: och ah aulready kain aboot hes checky loves.. Xu telled me, an ee kains ah kain. sae nae woories. *she nods curtly. a little too curtly. going green.* Elch.. *she gives a lesser not, olive around the gills* Recht.. aft ah gawn than, reckon soomewan's tae be aroond. Ah see Ingvar ah'll tell hem tae call ye. oor call ye an tell ye where ee es. G'necht lass,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Something odd passes over her face at mention of Xu, but she quickly shrugs it off and smiles. "G'night, Gypsy Queen." Yes, Ita has her nickname. "I'll see ya around."

Ita McNairee: aye darlin. take care o yerself *she nods and heads for the dressing rooms. yawning*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And off she goes, to find that damn Lord.