Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Aerin makes sure to get there and get the hotel room rented as soon as possible. Once he's got it, he texts Spiftire the hotel room number and heads up to make sure the place is secure. Always, always paranoid, this one. He's dressed in the green poet's shirt and leather pants underneath his trench, and the ever-present steel-toed boots. He lights a cigarette and waits for the other to arrive.

Spitfire: He arrives a little late but what did you expect from the man. His face was cocky and confident with that cowboy-punk swagger, thumb hoped in his belt buckle….His fashion sense rarely alters, black jeans, saftey pinned to fuck T-shirt and a deniem jacket with chains hanging from everywhere so that he even clanks as he walks. A few little things bugged his mind over this meeting, so he packed a little extra heat on the inside of his jacket. He snorts as he gets to the door and brings his boot up to it to kick it twice. "Knock, knock" he calls out with that manic grin

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He moves to the door, his own gun slipping quickly out as he checks the peephole. A couple moments, and he opens the door, nodding evenly to the man. "Hey. Come on in."

Spitfire: "hippy." He grins as he steps in, shoulders shrugging as he does, eyes scanning the room ensuring there alone. After a moment he seems content enough to flop in a chair, one leg thrown over the side as he taps his black finger nails on the side of the chair. "Right, lets cut the crap, what up?" Striaght to it, a hotel room was not for catching up in.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shuts the door and moves to take a seat on the bed, leaning over to watch the man closely. "Didn't realize we'd gotten to crap to cut, really...but sure. We can do that. Got a couple things I wanted to ask you about. First thing, I was honestly in fact curious to see how things have been with you. We haven't talked in a while, and while we may be diametrically opposed in the scope of the world and may have had our issues in the past, I like to think we've always gotten on pretty well."

Spitfire: That pierced eyebrow raises "Been fucking better, this place is a hole. Lots of puzzles and not enough pieces. Spins me right fucking round." He nods to the man in what might pass as respect "We at least get on, better than what I do with most." Eyes look to Aerin takign in the man then back to his face "How the fuck you been?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I've been..." He shrugs, chuckling a little bit. "I've been worse, that's for damn sure. Especially in this city. You're right...lots of puzzles, and someone tossed a whole handful of pieces down the drain."

Spitfire: He spreads his arms "And as far as what goes on in my circles, it’s deader than I thought...everything is fucking static, even Anarchy is static..." He snorts in disgust at that. "Makes me think about taking up that wanderlust again." He looks off eyes slightly glazing as if embracing some inner want or need as he shakes it off.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Really..." He considers that for a moment, taking in all the implications. He can't quite get the wariness out of his face, though. "You know what they say, though. It always gets quiet just before the storm hits."

Spitfire: He rolls his eyes "That in the movies." He laughs that manic laugh of his "Maybe your right, maybe your not, but fuck cares or knows" He runs a hand through his blonde spikes. "I think I know what this shit is about..." He keeps the smile on his face

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Actually, someone told me it, albeit in a much more cryptic way." He smiles slightly and watches Spitfire. "You do? Fire away, then."

Spitfire: "It's about Red" He states, eyes not leaving Aerins.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His smile quirks, eyes narrowing just a touch. "That's certainly part of why I wanted to talk to you, yeah. She came and talked to me about your offer."

Spitfire: It must be disconcerting to stare into the eyes of a man who doesn’t have to blink if he tries not to. He skips by the whole questioning part of this play hitting the gravy with a *flop* “Red is special in many fucking ways” a small pause and a thoughtful look over his face, one of rememberance before it is gone “And me seeing her keep get knocked back over some shit from your side is pissing me off, she wants to be with all this wolf shit and what ever passes as family on that end.” He waves his hand as if he doesn’t really know or care about the details “But all she gets is rejection, I made her an offer after the last fucking time she cried on my shoulder.” His angry raises slightly “That girl was born to be special and she isn’t happy on the sidelines, she is in too deep to your shit and wants something for it.” He stands hand moving to his shouler to wipe some dust from there “So you going to take her ass in or what.” He looks back to Aerin “That’s what she wants after all, to be part of family, your I suspect but she can't be....so I offered her to be part of mine." He starts moving about the room keeping Aerin having to move with him to keep his eyes on him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He rises from his seat, and starts moving when Spitfire does. It's almost a circling motion between the two of them...something fairly predatory hitting Aerin's posture. "She's not going to be part of your 'family,' Spitfire. I thought I made that clear to you before. I won't have you enslaving her with your blood. I'm neither going to tell you about the process that it takes to make her a part of my family, nor am I going to tell you how far it's going to take. But trust me, Spitfire...I have taken her in. She understands that...and she. Is. Not. Yours. Nor will she be. Go back to Teri, who I was nice enough not to mention the fact that you'd been seeing Kaeleigh on the side, and who looks dangerous enough to tear Kae apart, even if I ~DID~ have a mind to let you taint and enslave her like that. None of which would protect her."

Spitfire: He doesn't give Aerin his ground, fingers flexing as they circle, one predator to another. When he hears all that though it he becomes less aggressive but doesn’t back down just yet. "Well that’s fucking good then, so stop getting her ass upset and make her feel wanted. I care for her, and there few things I care for, so stop fucking hurting her.” He stops the movement, eyes on his "No she isn't mine, I never claimed her as mine, I offered, tell the difference Hippy." fingers twitch.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He scowls, a low sound escaping from deep in his throat. "I'm not fucking hurting her. Any more then you would be if one of your other leech friends decided to fuck with her head and make her do whatever they wanted."

Spitfire: He snarls in response then the word hits him as his face goes blank "Leech...." He makes another face one of humor "Thats what you call us...." He laughs a little,then letting it ride him as it goes on and on as he holds his sides and keeps laughing....he looks up still chuckling to Aerin "Leech, I like that....somebodies mum is gonna like that too" He shakes his head feeling better already "Well I think where done here unless you still want to go a few rounds? Kae is yours. Treat her right or I'll be back for the meeting."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stares at Spitfire for a long moment, eyes intense...fingers twitching a couple of times, flexing and unflexing. A bit of a struggle shows in his eyes, the laughter stoking something in him...but he slowly takes a step back. "Actually, I did have one other thing to ask you about. You got any idea why Gunther seems to think Alice is in danger?"

Spitfire: "Adrian." His eyes grow darker "Alice is his cousin, she might be the same as him. But this isn't none of your business this time, this is mine." He pats his chest

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I see." He nods a little bit to that, and then shrugs. "Fair enough." He steps back once more, and smile. "That's all I needed to know, Spitfire. I think you know that Gunther and I have had our difficulties with each other. I tend to get suspicious when he starts poking around situations I've been at."

Spitfire: He watches him a long moment, "Have you had your nose up every pussy lips in NYC you fucking seem to know them all." He laughs at that "Am just fucking with ya hippy, no where square, and don't you sweat your ball sack about Gunther, he is being watched by the main man." He looks about "We should do this more often, smell you later hippy." He winks and makes a gun with his fingers to the man and heads for the door.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches the man go...he's perhaps a bit surprised as Spitfire walks out. Once the man is gone, he shakes his head, rubbing at his temples, and gives it a good ten minutes before following suit.

Spitfire: ((Thanks for the scene Rav, it was cool *bounces*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*S* Any time!))