Alice Newcomb: Cancels her order, which causes the frumpy waitress to frump, and swipes Fel's chow. "Thanks!"

Teri Jensen: *Hanging up, head shaking at Alice* I ate already, thank you. Might grab something to snack on later, though. *Eyeing her for a moment before looking at Felisa* Yes, he's on his way.

Alice Newcomb: "Spitfire?" Chomping into the burger.

Teri Jensen: Yes.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well order the onion rings and coke Alice, the woman has to make a living." She looked over at Teri for a moment, adjusting her baggy cargo pants. "What brought you out?"

Felisa Espinosa: ((Brb. smoke))

Teri Jensen: It's Tuesday. *There's a tone that says she might just be fucking with her, though it's hard to tell*

Alice Newcomb: Chuckles and calls back the waitress, ordering the rest of the goodies.

Adrian: ((Open? And where at?))

Alice Newcomb: ((Come on down, we're having burgers at Joe's place.))

Adrian: He leaves the vet clinic and walks down the street. Not too chilly out, not too warm either. He arrives at Joe's, feeling peckish.

Alice Newcomb: Teri> "So umm, I'm just wondering. Do I know you from someplace else, besides the theatre? You always kind of look at me funny."

Adrian: ((If anyone needs his DD, just let me know.))

Spitfire: His van pull up not far from the place. He leaps from the vehicle landing with a stomp, hand slipped in the belt buckle he swaggers to 'Joes' or at least he hopes it is.

Teri Jensen: No. I don't think so. *Attention turning fully on Alice again, gaze too intense to be comfortable*

Adrian: Of course, who else does he hone in on but Alice? A smirk when he sees her, and he ambles up to her, tossing an arm about her shoulders. "Mind if I join?" Doesn't wait for an answer, sitting down.

Teri Jensen: ((brb. have to take the puppy out))

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey Spitfire, how's it hanging?"

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Adrian: Felisa: "Did I? That's weird." Frowns. "I hate people, why was I having fun?" Looks over the menu. "Gotta try something other than a burger."

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa looked everybody over, nodding. Smiling even.
Oh, what a table we have, she thought.

Adrian: Alice: "Good, maybe he'll have you join the mile high club." Grunts to Spitfire. "Adrian."

Felisa Espinosa: "You tell me man, I was just chatting last night."

Alice Newcomb: Spit> "This is my cousin Adrian."

Alice Newcomb: She is so not gonna blush at that. How does he manage to turn everything towards sex? Blushes anyway.

Teri Jensen: Adrian> How very nice to meet you. *She looks him over with much the same gaze as he gave her, sliding over to make room for Spitfire*

Adrian: Felisa: "Gunther didn't look like he was having much fun. Oh, yeah, Alice, Gunther's asked me to jam this week, probably won't need to be picked up at work tomorrow. Not that you ever remember anyway."

Adrian: Teri: "Yeah? That'll pass." Hands the menu to Alice. "Steak, rare and bloody. And coffee. The sludge at the bottom. And vanilla ice cream."

Alice Newcomb: "I only forgot you that one time." And maybe two or three others, but he doesn't have to remember them all does he?

Adrian: Of course, every time he looks at Teri, he isn't actually looking at her face. But she's probably used to that.

Teri Jensen: *Her tongue flicks out over her bottom lip for just a moment as she watches him order, then her attention turns to Spitfire* Where were you?

Felisa Espinosa: "When does Gunther look like he's ever having anything remotely related to fun? Guy's gotta permanant scowl on his face."

Alice Newcomb: Her onion rings and coke arrive as the waitress gets Adrian's order. "Put his on my tab," she tells the waitress. Adrian> "Where you guys gonna play? Can I come listen?"

Spitfire: He looks up at the menu as if he was deciding on something but just shakes his head looking back to the table and the conversation one arm thrown over Teri’s shoulder, Adrians looks are noted but not mentioned, looking just fine if he touches he won't have eyes to look again. Teri> "Busy."

Teri Jensen: Busy doing what?

Spitfire: "Doing my Shit." A raised eyebrow as he leans in and licks her neck "Tell you about it later."

Adrian: Felisa: He grins. "Yeah. That's why I like him." Alice: "Maybe."

Teri Jensen: *She nods, just barely, and looks to Adrian again*

Felisa Espinosa: The flare of a bic, and Felisa pulled on the cigarette she put between her lips just a second before.

Alice Newcomb: Spit> "So when are we hittin' the wings?"

Aerin Thomas: The door opens, and in he steps. The man is looking more professional, perhaps, then usual...the lace-up shirt is replaced by a more business-like white button-down, the jeans by slacks. The leather trench coat is there, though...three holes poking through the back. Someone's been busy. He's got his hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, goatee shaved. All of that comes with a deeply tired look in his eyes, a stiffness to his walk, as he looks around breifly for a table.

Teri Jensen: *Something amuses her suddenly, a slow, dangerous smile forming more at Adrian than to him before she looks at Alice, eyes flickering over her quickly*

Adrian: d10: : 1,9,8,4,9,

Adrian: It takes him a moment before he notices Aerin, distracted as he was by the intriguingly dangerous smile on Teri's face. He gives him a cautious nod, if he looks over.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 8,10,3,5,9,9,

Alice Newcomb: d10: per + alert: 7,10,2,8,4,4,1,

Alice Newcomb: d10: : 9,

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 4,5,9,8,3,

Spitfire: Her looks over to Alice "Soon, maybe the weekend?"

Spitfire: d10: Per & Alert: 9,5,4,9,

Alice Newcomb: Glances at Teri and away, then waves at Aerin.

Alice Newcomb: Spit> "Sounds good."

Alice Newcomb: "How's Saturday? I got a date on Sunday."

Adrian: Suddenly goes full-body rigid and grasps Alice's shoulder, painfully bearing down. He hisses something in her ear.

Aerin Thomas: The man is paranoid as ever, and he sees all. He looks to Adrian, offering him a half-nod...Alice, Spitfire and Felisa get the same. Teri gets little more then a once-over before she's pretty well dismissed, the tired man moving to an empty table nearby the one the group is at and dropping heavily into it.

Spitfire: He nods to Aerin but thats it, nothing more as he re-focuses on the table "I'll call you then Alice, get some shit together for your ass."

Felisa Espinosa: She tapped her Camel on the ashtray, quietly, not saying a word. Just watching the interplay form.

Teri Jensen: *A brow arches at the sudden grasp, eyeing Adrian again*

Alice Newcomb: "Ow.." winces as Adrian pinches her shoulder. "Yeah, we've met before. Partied on New Years."

Spitfire: The gasp also gets Spitfire, and the hiss. Another moment to regard the man, was this the one she was scared of, he has known some fucked up shit before...who knows.

Felisa Espinosa: She wiped her nose and turned to look at the tired man that sat down at the table, tilting her head slightly.
"That guy looks like ten miles of bad road. Worn out."

Adrian: He lets go of Alice's shoulder, but he gives her a glare, muttering something to her.

Alice Newcomb: Rubs her shoulder, then blinks at Adrian and whispers to him.

Adrian: He gets up, features smoothing into neutrality as he walks over to Aerin's table. "Mind?" Indicating a chair.

Teri Jensen: So what do you do, ~Adrian~? *His name said as if she's testing it out, rolling it around on her tongue like an aged brandy*

Adrian: ((Er, hold that post *L* until Alice whispers.))

Teri Jensen: ((bah. DLP then.))

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't pay much attention to the group...he's not turning his back to them, facing them in the table, but they don't seem a concern to him. He takes a menu with a bit of a smile from the waitress and starts to look it over.

Adrian: ((In fact, DLP ~LOL~)) Teri: "Vet clinic," he answers in a flat, near monotone.

Teri Jensen: ((or not. *L*))

Adrian: ((Nope, go ahead, Teri. He'll wait. Has to get his food, anyway. *S*))

Teri Jensen: Is it Doctor Adrian, then? *Tone vaguely teasing*

Adrian: He just sighs to Alice. "No shit. Just don't want you involved, alright?" He regards Teri then, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "No, no education. I clean kennels and hold the animals when they're being put down."

Spitfire: "So your a nurse" Spitfire says with a grin

Adrian: Alice: Shakes his head vaguely. "It's not gonna be that simple." Not bothering to whisper. "I'll deal with it. Things might be taking a different turn anyway."

Alice Newcomb: Blinks up at Adrian, then glances at Aerin.

Adrian: Snorts, but can't help a faint smirk. "Yeah, Nurse Ratchet. Ain't that the bitch from Cuckoo's Nest?"

Teri Jensen: So you're not afraid of death. That's always such a turn on. *Giving him a brief smile, hand sliding down to rest on Spitfire's thigh*

Aerin Thomas: He orders a chicken strip basket and tea, nodding to the waitress as she moves off. Eyes finally move to the table, catching Alice's look with a curiously arched brow.

Felisa Espinosa: "I know a Nurse Ratchet. At least that's what I call her. Saw her in the science museum earlier tonight, the stuck up cow."
Yup. Post Graduate work. No doubt about it.

Alice Newcomb: Looks quickly away, frowning a little.

Adrian: "Afraid of death?" He starts laughing, then leers. "Mine or somebody else's?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy (Alice): 10,4,8,5,8,2,3,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: 6,

Teri Jensen: Either. Both. Which do you prefer?

Alice Newcomb: Sighs and reaches for the ketchup, pouring some over her onion rings.

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: She's worried about whatever is going on between him and Adrian, because he seemed like such a nice guy when they met before.

Spitfire: Black finger nails drum on the table, his human instinct to yawn long past but if he could, he would.

Alice Newcomb: Munches down her onion rings.

Adrian: "I prefer someone else's, but death will be an adventure. It's a beautiful thing, all that blood and the scent...you never get that scent of death out, like it hits the back of your throat, and you can smell the pale watery essence of brain matter, and it's just...nirvana." Grins to himself, reptilian eyes lost in the imagining.

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and offers Alice a small, tired but warm smile, and leans back in the booth, legs coming up to rest along the long seat, head leaning back against the wall.

Alice Newcomb: Almost chokes on an onion ring, turning to stare at Adrian.

Felisa Espinosa: "Strange conversations," she said, putting her cigarette out.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes, which were shutting slowly, open back up at Adrian's comment, blinking a little bit.

Spitfire: A smirk at Adrians description of death. "So killed many people then?"

Alice Newcomb: Missing Aerin's smile thanks to Adrian's description of death.

Adrian: Spitfire: "Yeah." Face suddenly pulls into an angry scowl, eyes almost punching the top of the table. "Can't do it no more." He stands up abruptly. "Need to talk to him," he mumbles to ALice, agitatedly running a hand through his hair.

Teri Jensen: *She's watching him attentively again, green eyes pinned on him and a tiny, almost gleeful smile forming* What a colourful account.

Spitfire: He looks to Teri "You do fucking meet them don't you."

Teri Jensen: *Spitfire is given a perfectly innocent look to go with the suddenly angelic smile* They're drawn to me. I can't help it.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [Still open?]

Alice Newcomb: "Want me to come?" she whispers.

Felisa Espinosa: "Really? You a made man or something?" she asked, yawning. She stole a glance to the tired man again.

Spitfire: ((Open away *s*))

Aerin Thomas: The man sits up a little bit, watching Adrian closely as he rises. Lips purse, body tense...whatever the others are, he knows what at least two of them are, and thus, he knows he's outnumbered if something goes down. He keeps his calm, just waiting expectantly.

Alice Newcomb: ((Sure! Open open.))

Adrian: ((yep *S* I believe so)) Alice: "If you want to. But don't be going off alone with him. Got it?" Moves towards Aerin's table.

Adrian: Glances back at Felisa. "Me? Sorta. I'm on parole. I don't want to go back just yet, ya'know?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Gotta be careful with that shit. Don't lose your head man." She pulled out another Camel and lit it.

Teri Jensen: *She watches him move away, then looks over at Felisa* Find out who his parole officer is. We'll make him a VIP. *The dangerous, edged smile coming out again*

Alice Newcomb: Slides out of her chair to go with Adrian. Maybe she can help.. smooth things.. or something. Adrian has a special way of saying the wrong things.

Adrian: Doesn't hear Teri, now at Aerin's table.

Adrian: Aerin: "Mind?" Said semi-politely, indicating a chair.

Spitfire: His phone rings as he pulls it out, an eyebrow raises as he stands "I'll be back in minute" He says to Teri as he heads to the mens room to take it ((BRB, have to get some washing put into dryer, be out 10 minutes.))

Teri Jensen: *Her eyes narrow, just for a moment, before the near perfect smile slides effortlessly in place* Sure, baby.

Alice Newcomb: "Hi Aerin." Rolling her lips looking from Adrian to Aerin and back. At least he's being polite.

Aerin Thomas: He watches Adrian closely as he comes over, nodding slightly to him. "Adrian. How are you?" He says it calmly, only the slightest hint of the edge he's feeling in it. Alice gets a slightly easier smile, and a nod. "Alice."

Aerin Thomas: "No, by all means. Have a seat."

Alice Newcomb: Aerin> "I guess you already know my cousin."

Adrian: He doesn't say thank you - when does he ever? He sits down. "I didn't realize you knew my cousin." Definite edge there. "Small world."

Felisa Espinosa: "Right, right."
She watched as Adrian and Alice walked over and sat down. Looked tense as hell from where she was sitting.

Alice Newcomb: Settles down beside Adrian.

Adrian: Puts an arm around the back of Alice's chair, watching Aerin. He's not completely relaxed, but so far so good.

Teri Jensen: *She's watching too, tracking Adrian's movements like a hawk sizing up uncertain prey as she talks to Felisa* How long will it take?

Aerin Thomas: "Knew is a bit of an overstatement," he says with a shrug. "We've met...New Year's Eve. I got her into a cab and took care of her bike for her." He looks to Alice and grins a little. "How's the bike doing, by the way?"

Alice Newcomb: Kinda figures Adrian needs to apologize for doing something stupid and gives him an expectant look.

Alice Newcomb: Smiles at Aerin. "Still in one piece."

Ethan Demian Augustus: Ethan slips in and glances around, in his usual slightly-too-elaborate-to-be-a-real-lifestyle-and-not-a-fashion-statement flowerchild clothes...blue jeans with colorful yin-yang, flower, peace sign, and various rephrasings of 'make love, not war' patches (among others!); an old, worn out pale grey sweater; and practically new dark grey hiking boots. [If anyone still needs his whole DD (as opposed to current costume) pm me. 8)]

Felisa Espinosa: "Dunno. Depends."
There were several ways of going about getting that information. Some better than others.

Adrian: Relaxes quite a bit more when Aerin confirms Alice's story. "Yeah, she was blitzed."

Teri Jensen: Depends on?

Felisa Espinosa: "How things go. How I want things to go."
She looked over to Teri and shrugged.

Teri Jensen: I want it tomorrow.

Aerin Thomas: "It happens." He half-shrugs. "So what's new?"

Alice Newcomb: Normally she'd deny it out of habit, but, well... she was, so totally.

Adrian: Glances over, noting Ethan. Vaguely familiar. Something to do with the clinic. He doesn't press himself to remember though.

Adrian: Aerin: "Not much. Wanting to get a band together. You don't play, do you?"

Felisa Espinosa: To that she shrugged. By tomorrow huh? Okay.
"I'll work on it."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 9,6,4,10,7,

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little, shaking his head. "No...my talent is anywhere but musical, I'm afraid. I've got about the performance skills of an ashtray."

Teri Jensen: Yes you will. *Looking back at her finally, bottom lip looked, eyes flickering to her neck*

Ethan Demian Augustus: A glance around spots Alice...with...does everyone he so much as casually encounters know everyone else he's met? He's forced to pause. This is starting to go from neat and uncanny to unsettling.

Felisa Espinosa: She couldn't help but notice that one coming in. Wow. Thought they all went to the grave when Jerry died.

Teri Jensen: ((we did not :P ))

Adrian: Aerin: "Mm, too bad. So what is your talent?" Making an effort at small talk. His food arrives and he eyes the waitress.

Alice Newcomb: Glances at Ethan, but doesn't give her usual friendly wave, since things are a little tense at their table.

Felisa Espinosa: She caught Teri's look and sniffed, blinked with a dull cypher of a face.

Aerin Thomas: ((Sure didn't! *S*)) "Mediation...negotiation."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He just nods to Alice at her look but not cheerful greeting, and heads for a table near, but not on top of where she is.

Alice Newcomb: "Maybe you two can negotiate a peace," she mumbles.

Adrian: "Negotiation?" A slight smirk at that. "You were pretty hardcore. That why you're making the effort now?" He pours ketchup liberally over his vanilla ice cream, then lets it sit as he cuts into his steak that oozes warm blood.

Adrian: He glances over at Ethan, then to Alice. Okay, time to recall where he saw him.

Adrian: d10: memory: 4,6,4,9,3,3,

Teri Jensen: *Her nose twitches a bit, and she looks back at the door Spitfire disappeared into, then to Adrian*

Adrian: Clinic. Vet clinic. Must have been a patient. The ice queen came in to report she had killed a dog that was still stuck to her car's grille...ah yes! He's the one who was admiring the other customer's cat. He nods to Ethan, short wave.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [Okay darling - when I have nightmares about vanilla ice cream that bleeds ketchup I will track you down and have the bills for therapy sent to you. 8P Yaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!]

Adrian: ((*LOL*))

Spitfire: THe mesn room opens with a slam as mnost people can hear "I don't give a fuck what air space where not allowed to go in...fuck it, you owe me Richie, time to pay the debt" He hangs up with a shake of his head moving back over to the table

Felisa Espinosa: "Everybody who goes to the damn bathroom disappears these nights. First Gunther and Euge, now Spitfire. Must be a hell of a conversation on that phone."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He waves to Adrian, and flashes him a warm smile. But then he starts contemplating the menu, taking little peeks over it at them. If Aerin looks at him he gets a warm smile as well, but between the vibes and them all in one place being too weird, he seems not inclined to outright start up chatting without an invitation - or at least more study.

Aerin Thomas: He looks at the ice cream, expression muted, and then back up to Adrian. "That's...oddly, not the most vile or wrong thing I've ever seen. Not even in the top twenty." He shakes his head and shrugs. "I'm doing this because I care about Ethan, and he cares about us both. And I'm willing to admit I may have been wrong."

Alice Newcomb: Blinks and stares at Aerin. It's hard for her to believe Adrian wasn't the one in the wrong. A day in history!

Spitfire: He moves back to his chair and takes a seat grumbling, eyes look over to Alice and Adrian then back to his ladies. "Whats cooking?"

Alice Newcomb: She actually pats Adrian on the thigh. Maybe he's getting better! Or just remembering to take his meds more regularly.

Adrian: He tilts his head, regarding Aerin. "Most people don't want to give me no chance, Aerin. I done bad shit. Fucked up shit. They don't put you in Sing Sing for stealing candy bars. But Ethan was willing to give me the second chance the State of New York said I deserved, and there's a few others, like Alice here, willing to do the same. But very damn few. I don't want to just walk away from one of the few, you know?"

Teri Jensen: You need somebody killed, baby? *Hand on his leg again as soon as he's sitting*

Felisa Espinosa: "Trying to stave off murder, sounded like," she said in an offhand manner. "Looks like it's working. Oh well, there's always tomorrow night."

Teri Jensen: *Looking to Adrian, then to Felisa with an expectant expression*

Adrian: Gives Alice a faintly suspicious look at the pat.

Alice Newcomb: She's actually a little proud of Adrian.

Spitfire: "Nah, Riche will pull through, he has to." He looks to the table then around "Somebody going to tell me why we are in a fucking cafe?"

Alice Newcomb: *Smiles at him.*

Teri Jensen: She's your little project, baby.

Felisa Espinosa: "Teri, please. They're having a conversation."
Geez. Patience woman.

Adrian: Alice: "What? I got something on my chin?" Totally bewildered by her smile.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit to Adrian. "I know exactly what you've done, Adrian. Every single bit...I have done my research. Frankly...I'm too tired to worry about it. I trust Ethan's judgment, and I'm willing to extend to you the same faith that he's put in you. You'd be surprised how strongly I believe in the possibilities of redemption."

Teri Jensen: *Voice lowered, leaning in to speak to Felisa*

Adrian: Eating steadily between words. He keeps his arms partially around his plate, fork in a position that he could easily stab anyone going for his food.

Alice Newcomb: Adrian> "Naa, you're good," she says grinning.

Teri Jensen: *She perks a bit, glancing over her shoulder, then leaning across to Felisa again*

Adrian: Aerin: A pause as he thinks about that, then sighs. "All of it. Then you know they only convicted me for three, right? Thomas was bad shit, and I let him take the lead. The rest of it, that's just media hype. It was a big deal back then, 'til the Manson Family murders, then that's all the media wanted to cover."

Adrian: Alice: "That's probably the first time I ever heard that." Smirks. "'Cept from Jocelyn."

Alice Newcomb: Aerin gets a smile too. She knew he was cool.

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa answered quietly, whispering, then put out her cigarette.

Alice Newcomb: Blinks at him, flushing, then scowls and elbows him. She didn't expect it to last.

Teri Jensen: *Her head shakes, and she looks unnervingly delighted*

Alice Newcomb: (last post for Adrian)

Aerin Thomas: "Joc..." He blinks, and shakes his head. Moving on. "Yeah, lucky Mansonites. They got all the spotlight." He smirks slightly. "Yeah, I know what they convicted you on, and how long you went away. And..." He shrugs. "It's over and done with now. I'm not here to go after you for the sins of your past."

Spitfire: A deep sigh as he stands up "Well it was fun but see you girls later." He heads for the door, what a fucking bore.

Teri Jensen: Where you going, baby?

Felisa Espinosa: "See you later Spitfire. Take care aight?"
She waved him off.

Alice Newcomb: Glances back as it looks like Spit is leaving.

Adrian: He slowly nods. "Good. Cuz I paid. Now I want to get my shit together. You can even talk to my p.o. - I'm doing good. Steady job, place to live, no lawbreaking."

Adrian: Alice: "You can go with him if you like. You and men!"

Alice Newcomb: Looks back at Aerin and nods to confirm Adrian's claim to good behavior.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up as Spitfire gets up to leave, nodding slightly to him, before looking back to Adrian. "I believe you."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Man+Subt (WP): 2,8,3,6,1,10,9,

Alice Newcomb: "Naa, this is more important," she says softly.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: 4,

Spitfire: He shrugs turning "Someplace that isn't a fucking bore." He winks at her and leaves, like he was just going to sit in a cafe with no entertainment and everyone talking to everyone else, trophey man not fucking likely.

Adrian: d10: per + subt: 5,5,8,8,

Adrian: He smiles, relaxing the rest of the way. "Cool."

Spitfire: He clicks and winks to Alice and nods to Aerin as he pushes the door open and is off onto the street.

Alice Newcomb: Gives Spit a wave. "See ya Saturday!"

Ethan Demian Augustus: After a final peek over the menu, he stops checking for signs of incoming demonic attack (or whatever he's been waiting for), and orders. Without a menu to study he starts fiddling absently with the hemp bracelets on his wrists.

Teri Jensen: *Her eyes narrow at the wink to Alice, then fix on Felisa firmly* I want you to find out. For sure. I'm tired of this.

Adrian: He glances over at Ethan, the bracelet fiddling catching his eye for a moment.

Aerin Thomas: He finally seems to notice Ethan, tired expression settling on him for a moment, before nodding in his direction.

Spitfire: ((And see you guys, with not much going on Spit is out of there *s*, not a cafe type of guy *lol*))

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa chuckled at Teri's reaction. "Glad you approve. Not going with him? I'm guessing he's off to the bars or some shit."

Adrian: "Hey." That's to Ethan. "Hey. You." If he can get his attention. "You ever get that cat you was talking about?"

Adrian: ((Sorry, Spit, though sometime I definitely want Adrian to catch him somewhere. *L* Just not a cafe then.))

Alice Newcomb: Nudges Adrian. "That's Cutter."

Adrian -> Aerin Thomas: ((Oh, don't tell me. *LOL* Is Ethan another that both Aerin AND Adrian know? *G* It's spooky.))

Ethan Demian Augustus: He does smile warmly to Aerin, delay in recognition not at all a problem. They look serious.

Adrian: Alice: "Cutter? What, like Elfquest?" Laughs.

Aerin Thomas -> Adrian: ((*Snickers*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Not yet," he says to Adrian, with a quick little blink.

Teri Jensen: No. I'm not going with him. *Something Felisa said was clearly the last straw, mood settling into a slowly simmering rage*

Alice Newcomb: Grins and nods at Adrian.

Adrian: Ethan: "You might check the shelter that's near the clinic, maybe get a slightly older cat. Less trouble than kittens. And if you go to that one, they give you a coupon for a free checkup at our clinic."

Aerin Thomas: The nickname from Alice draws a raised brow, a slightly tilted head of interest.

Gunther: (open?)

Aerin Thomas: ((Yep! Oh, dear GOD... :) ))

Alice Newcomb: ((You betcha!))

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Cool. Thanks. I have to...I live with...it's complicated." One hand flutters a little, as if trying to dismiss that whole awkward statement.

Gunther: (*giggles and bats lashes*) Gunther pushes his way down the sidewalk, a confused sneer fixed to his rough face (cafe?)

Adrian: Alice: "You're serious?" Smirks. "What, you into D&D, too?"

Adrian: ((Yeah!))

Felisa Espinosa: "Easy Teri," she said, looking over at the woman. "Girl's got a man. Saw him last night actually, pretty nice fella. Gentlemanly, horrible on a pair of inlines. Here, I'll prove it."
She waved over to Alice.

Alice Newcomb: "Haven't you looked at my video game collection?" Blink. Blink. He looked through her underwear drawer.

Adrian: Ethan: "What, your lover hates cats?" Smirks. Pretty much figured Ethan out, he guesses, as far as prettyboy stuff. "Just don't like pussies?"

Alice Newcomb: Looks over at Fel.

Adrian: Alice: Blink. "Video games? What, like Pong?"

Teri Jensen: *Snorting* That doesn't mean anything.

Felisa Espinosa: "C'mere for a minute. Wanna ask you something."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,9,4,6,6,2,

Eugenia Phelps: She has had a bit of a long day at work, but she's out now and heading downtown, hands in her coat pockets as she wanders the streets, pausing at a cafe and then slowly wandering in. She is a bit hungry.

Alice Newcomb: "What the hell is Pong?"

Gunther: Gunther pushes his way into the cafe, scowling. Rrrr.. may as well. Grab something to eat.. THEN go to dirks. Makes sense. Can't get all fucked up on an empty stomach like I did last night. He winces at the thought and looks around for an empty booth.

Alice Newcomb: Well, it looks like its safe enough to leave them alone. She gets up and heads back to Fel and Teri's table.

Gunther: d10: per+alert: 6,2,10,5,5,2,

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, dear god. You guys are both D&D dorks, too?" Something to find common ground with, Aerin. Make a connection, ease thi--OH. His eyes freeze as he sees a skinhead come through the door, his body going rigid. He stares, quite blatently and openly at Gunther, green eyes tracking him without guile or subterfuge.

Adrian: "Pong. You know. Two paddles, pinging the dot? Atari!" Sighs, then sees Gunther and gives him the backwards nod, chin up.

Alice Newcomb: "What's up?"

Adrian: Aerin: "Yeah, actually. Played it a lot in the joint. On the sly though. Getting caught could get you five days in the Hole."

Gunther: With a sneer, Gunther gladly gives Aerin the finger. He gives Adrian a manly incline of the chin and a snort and flops heavily into a booth by himself, ignoring everyone else. Bitches.

Alice Newcomb: Looks back at Adrian. "Atari?" What is he talking about?

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 8,7,5,8,

Ethan Demian Augustus: Startled gray eyes go wide, and for a few seconds there is something decidedly not cute in them. But then he chuckles and shakes his head. "Mmmmmmm...he has no trouble picking them up. He just hasn't kept any lately...."

Teri Jensen: I don't give a fuck what ~she's~ thinking. *Hissed, looking up as Alice appears at the edge of their table*

Eugenia Phelps: Wow, she knows people here. She smiles brightly and tosses out some waves before looking for somewhere to sit.

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey. Have a seat. Wanted to ask you something about your date. Y'know, ah, Dominic. You guys got the connection going?" she asked.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Rage: 4,10,2,3,

Adrian: He nods to Nia. Looks back to Aerin, puzzled. He knows Gunther, too? Apparently not on good terms, that's probably a *good* thing.

Aerin Thomas: He's completely motionless. No one else is in the cafe. Just him and Gunther. He stares at the man, jaw pulsing, lip slightly curled, fingers flexing at his side, back completely rigid.

Alice Newcomb: Gives Nia a wave then pulls up a chair beside Fel. "I like him but... he and Livvy are... doing it." Frowns.

Eugenia Phelps: She chews on her bottom lip in thought before choosing a table that's near people, but not with people.

Gunther: Gunther pushes away the menu the woman slips in front of him and gruffs out. "Bring me a fuckin cheeseburger. Und Water, slut." He shooes her away and blinks nervously down to the table. He grips his fork and brings it to his lap, looking up with an untrusting stare to Aerin.

Alice Newcomb: d10: per + alert: 6,3,1,1,8,5,4,

Alice Newcomb: Completely misses Aerin's look at Gunther, focused on the conversation about the guy she sorta has a crush on.

Adrian: This is...interesting. And creepy. Well, nothing for it. He finishes off his bloody steak and bloody-looking ice cream, and the coffee sludge. "'Scuse me." Gets up and heads over to Ethan.

Felisa Espinosa: "Really, aw that sucks. You find that out recently? Because you guys were looking pretty happy the other night. God how things change."

Teri Jensen: *She leans in, grabbing Alice's wrist, an odd smile on her face and her tone perfectly flat as she speaks quietly to her*

Ethan Demian Augustus: And Aerin's getting scary again. He shudders and pulls out his cell, skimming over menus absently. He cannot live without something to occupy his hands it seems.

Adrian: Sits down at Ethan's table. "So I was right. Huh. Yeah, I figured that was it. So if he don't mind cats," he shrugs, "but dogs are better."

Adrian: d10: : 9,9,9,5,6,

Alice Newcomb: "Naa, I knew before our date. Livvy says she doesn't care if we date, because..*and she imitates Livvy's voice*..they're just sleepin' together. It still bothers me though. We have another date on Sunday."

Adrian: He is in the position of facing Teri and Felisa's table, and the perfect angle of seeing the wrist grab. His eyes go cold and flat as he watches.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I can't get a dog right now. Cat maybe. I haven't brought it up yet."

Eugenia Phelps: She flips open her menu and begins to peer at it, glancing aside at Gunther before going back to figuring out what to get.

Alice Newcomb: Looks up at Teri as she grabs her.

Gunther: Gunther doesn't seem to notice. He has his hard aryan gaze set on Aerin. Angry. Vendictive. And Intolerant.

Adrian: Ethan: "I about exhausted the small talk on pets. I'm Adrian." Nods.

Ethan Demian Augustus: Uhhhhhh...everyone's scary. He suddenly goes very, very still.

Adrian: Keeping an eye on Alice and Teri.

Aerin Thomas: Did Adrian say something? Who's Adrian? It's amazing how long a man can go without moving or even blinking, meeting Gunther's stare unflinchingly. Those tired eyes at least have some life in them, though to call the expression in his gaze mixed is like calling Antarctica a little chilly.

Alice Newcomb: Tries to jerk her wrist away from Teri, eyes going wide. Christ, is she a demon?! What the hell do they have against her?!

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey. Easy there...."
She could see this one going south. Felisa sighed and gave Adrian a quick look.

Gunther: Gunther bolts up and stands at his table, barking at Aerin "Traum. You got somethin ta say, you fuckin say it ta Gunther. Ain't in tha mood fer yer shit, faggot."

Teri Jensen: Do. You. Understand? *Tone almost plesant again, head tilted just a bit as she watches Alice to the exclusion of everything else*

Adrian: Nope! He's up in a flash at the unhappy look from Alice and strides over the table. "Leave her the fuck alone," he snarls, quiet but no less menacing for it, his face scowling up into a more bestial expression.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Ethan," he says automatically. "I'm a Leo." He's already coming up with escape routes, you can see that much in his anxious little glances atthe door.

Adrian: ((Sorry, Ethan. *L*))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Rage: 9,4,8,4,

Teri Jensen: *Her eyes slide slowly to Adrian, looking him over, hand on Alice's wrist tightening even more* I'm not speaking to you, child. Shoo.

Alice Newcomb: "I'm not after yer boyfriend!" ((did she get her wrist back?)) Relieved when Adrian barges over.

Ethan Demian Augustus: Oh...suddenly less crowded and...now someone wants to start something with Aerin. Ohhhhhhh....

Adrian: He slams the table nearly over, surprising strength for his frame. "Get your fucking hands off her, you skanky cunt! NOW!"

Felisa Espinosa: "Take it easy man the..."
Oy. Now this was getting interesting. Felisa turned to look at Gunther, who seemed to be looking for a throwdown. Perfect. Just perfect.

Alice Newcomb: ((Guess not. *c*))

Eugenia Phelps: She definitely picked the wrong cafe tonight.

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey dude, chill..."
Her tone was as flat as Teri's.

Adrian: ((lord... *L*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: Why must people start with all this violence around him. He tries the still thing again, like a terrified bunny-rabbit.

Aerin Thomas: As opposed to Gunther's bolt upward, he slowly rises, lips burling further into a near-snarl. "The name, you homophobic skinhead fuck, is Aerin. I'll thank you to fucking use it." The voice is rough and harsh, shaking. Anger palpable off him, still choked back thus far. "And if I were you, I'd sit your retarded ass down and shut...the fuck...up. I've said nothing. I've done nothing. If I wanted you dead, I would have done it long ago. If you wanna throw the first punch, though, I'll be more then happy to oblige you, you little shit."

Felisa Espinosa: Passion ((Turn that volume down a bit))

Felisa Espinosa: d10: cha+emp: 6,1,8,2,5,

Gunther: (on who?)

Teri Jensen: d10: passion, dampen: 5,6,9,9,2,3,

Felisa Espinosa: ((Not you Gun, you've got enough problems))

Aerin Thomas: ((Good question! *G*))

Teri Jensen: ((mine's on Adrian))

Gunther: Gunther steers, remaining at a stance heavy boots planted where they are. "Yer tha one glarin holes through my fuckin head. I'm tireda you an yer homeboys lookin at me like I did somethin tha fuck wrong. Ya need ta get yer facts straight fore you go gettin pissed at Gunther, TRAUM."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Adrian as well))

Gunther: (GAH! The ONE time the malkavians could actually HELP a situation i'm in.. nahh.. that's cool. i'll just keep agging on the angry fuzzybucket. sounds like fun. *G*)

Adrian: He was displaying signs of a near-frenzy, but then a feeling of remoteness (I'm guessing?) comes over him and he eases up, though his eyes are cold ice chips. "Let my cousin goes," he says.

Aerin Thomas: "You... ruined... Ita's... life." Each word spat out like a bullet from a gun at the skinhead. "No one... disputes... that."

Adrian: ooc> goes=go

Aerin Thomas: ((Alice can roll awareness for that discipline use, BTW, and anyone else with Awareness.))

Eugenia Phelps: d10: Per+awareness: 6,5,9,5,

Alice Newcomb: d10: per + aware: 6,3,2,3,2,2,2,7,

Felisa Espinosa: ((How many sux is that?))

Gunther: A harsh glare is pointed at the man. A hurt look. "She did it to her fuckin self. She knew damn well what was gonna happen. I coulda fuckin killt her. But I ain't. I left er fuckin be. So ease.. tha fuck.. off Gunther."

Teri Jensen: Back up. *Hand still on Alice though her focus is entirely on Adrian now*

Ethan Demian Augustus: d10: p/aw: 3,6,

Aerin Thomas: ((1 successs: Magicky stuff, two of them. 2 succ: magicky stuff at the Teri/Fel/Alice/Adrian table.))

Alice Newcomb: Pulling away from Teri, trying to get her wrist back, with the hand still attached.

Alice Newcomb: d10: str: 6,9,

Teri Jensen: *Easier now, since her attention is elsewhere, letting go of Alice when she tugs again*

Felisa Espinosa: ((No, on the passion, double-dipped))

Eugenia Phelps: She glances over at the Teri/Fel/Alice/Adrian table, blinking a few times. "Huh." Then, she looks over at Gunther and Aerin.

Alice Newcomb: Her eyes flicker between Teri and Fel, that staticy feeling running up her spine that tells her magic is at work. And she's pretty sure it's not Adrian.

Adrian: Teri: "I will when you let go of her. What has she done now?" Feeling calmer than he normally is, his face still not entirely normal, hints of a beastly countenance though it's more the expression rather than actual physical alteration.

Gunther: (I was under the impression that passion didn't stack.. otherwise.. my skinheads gonna be all passioned up for like.. a month.. *panics*)

Adrian: When the wrist is released, he steps back.

Alice Newcomb: Staggers back, catching at Adrian to keep from landing on her ass.

Adrian: He puts an arm around Alice's shoulders protectively.

Teri Jensen: Nothing. And I'm making sure it stays that way. *She reaches to pat Alice's cheek gently, still watching Adrian* Isn't that right, dear? I think we understand eachother perfectly now.

Felisa Espinosa: "Teri's a bit... protective, of her man. That's all. Alice, maybe it's a bad idea about the Spitfire thing, yeah?"
At least try to have some common sense.

Aerin Thomas: "And the rest? You shot your FUCKING MOUTH OFF!!...because you were PISSED AT ME!!!" and just because YOU aren't after her..." He bites it off, glaring. Three quick steps take him away from the table, into the aisle. He stops before approaching Gunther further, and sneers at him.

Ethan Demian Augustus: And...he finally dials someone, sinking down into the booth. His eyes alternate between the two conflicts anxiously.

Alice Newcomb: Jerks back, not letting Teri touch her.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Hey...." It far too soft to carry to Aerin and Gunther.

Aerin Thomas: ((Passion does not stack. Each affects the target individually.))

Judas: ((Trust it to get good AFTER I left lol))

Adrian: Felisa: "Oh, it's a man thing, Spitfire." Nod. "Yeah, okay. No worri---" He looks over at Gunther and Aerin. "Shit. Cops will be here soon."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Cool. But how many sux were there?))

Eugenia Phelps: Nia's just going to stare at Gunther and Aerin for a moment, obviously trying to figure out if she should go in and interfere.

Gunther: Gunther gladly tromps out to meet him in the aisle. Only a few yards away. "You ain't know shit about it, TRAUM. Gunther ain't do nothin causea you. You ain't know shit about me an Ita, cept what that whore toldja herself. They's more to it than all at so wise tha fuck up. I spoke up.. cause if someone else woulda afore me.. She'd be fuckin dead by now. Ya feel me? Tot. Dead. That what you fuckin want, faggot?"

Alice Newcomb: Her eyes flicker between Fel and Teri, then she tugs at Adrian's arm. "Let's get out of here."

Teri Jensen : It's not a bad idea. As long as she follows the rules. They're very simple, and she strikes me as a bright girl. I'm sure there won't be a problem.

Aerin Thomas: ((4 succ and 2 succ, from teri & Felisa, respectively))

Ethan Demian Augustus: He sits up a little, torn between worrying about the place if that fight starts and the fact that he should not get near it. He taps at the phone nervously.

Gunther: (mwaha! passion for a week! him and gunther could have a slumber party!)

Adrian: Teri: "IK'm sure there won't be. Okay, Alice, we'll go. Maybe you should step outside, I'm going to try to settle this between Gunther and Aerin." He sounds almost...normal. A bit monotone, but that's usual for him. Just, calm.

Teri Jensen : *She looks over where Adrian glances, reaching out to nab Felisa's arm with one hand, the other cuppin Adrian's elbow* Shall we?

Adrian: ((It was *dampen* passion. ~lol~ Well, he won't be frenzying easily. Maybe?))

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Uhhh...you won't believe this, but I met another friend of...oh, fuck just get here. Yesterday! Yesterday is good. Okay? Really, really good!" He sounds about half panicked. He tenses up further as Aerin and Gunther get closer together. This is sooooo bad....

Adrian: Teri: "Gunther's a..." Not friend. He doesn't have friends. "I need to take care of this." Trying to move towards Gunther and Aerin.

Felisa Espinosa: She looked over to where the argument was. It didn't look as if it would end anytime soon. "Yeah, lets get the hell out of here before the cops show up."

Alice Newcomb: He wants her to be alone outside with the demon woman?! "Let them settle it, Adrian." Trying to tug him away from Teri's touch.

Teri Jensen : Take Alice. Get her out of here. *Clearly talkin to Felisa though her eyes are tracking Adrian again*

Adrian: "It's all right, Alice," he says with a strangely detached calm.

Eugenia Phelps: She pushes up from her seat and starts taking a few steps toward Gunther and the guy he's having words with.

Gunther: Gunther doesn't seem to notice, menacing glare fixed to traum.

Aerin Thomas: He sneers, breath coming hard, and a low, bitter laugh comes out from him. "Gunther...you have no idea what I'm capable of. You have no idea what I want, or what I'll do. You'd best keep that in mind." He takes a step back. "But I don't violate certain things. Not like you. You fucking bully, and you fucking coward."

Felisa Espinosa: "Alice, we'd better move. We're no good to anybody here."
She gave her a look. "Don't worry, okay?"

Adrian: "Gunther. Aerin." Trying to move towards them. "I believe the cops have been called. Gunther, we could get a drink."

Alice Newcomb: Looks from Adrian to Teri to Fel, none to happy. Someone did something to someone. A glance towards the impending brawl between Gun and Aerin.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: sound convincing?: 10,7,3,8,4,

Teri Jensen : *Following him a couple of steps behind*

Aerin Thomas: "SHUT. UP. ADRIAN."

Eugenia Phelps: "Gentlemen, it would probably be a good time to not have an argument right here." She's using her best, calming, front desk agent voice on this one.

Alice Newcomb: She hauls on her backpack, and slings her skates over one shoulder.

Adrian: Aerin: "Meditation. Negotiation. Now is not the time. Here is not the place." What the hell is wrong with me?

Gunther: Gunther hauls back and spits just in front of Aerin. "You ain't know shit bout Gunther. Ain't a bully just cause ya ain't give inta any faggot what slimes his way offa barstool. An I ain't a coward few turnin in some sleazy street whore who needed ta get what was comin to er. Das geht dich einen feuchten Dreck an!"

Teri Jensen : Gunther. He's right. Come on. I owe you a drink.

Adrian: OOC DLP

Alice Newcomb: d10: wp: 9,5,4,1,2,5,2,

Felisa Espinosa: "Jesus goddamn christ, what in the hell happened to just having a burger and a conversation?"
She was laughing inside of course. Rolling on the floor, pounding her fists. Laughing.
Inside.

Adrian: He looks at Aerin, thinking he really should be getting angry at him for that.

Alice Newcomb: Maybe she's right. Ain't no way this is having a happy ending. "Adrian, come on!"

Gunther: People? Gunther blinks angrily at the people crowding around to stop the fight. Cops? Damnit.. Sady'll beat his ass if he gets arrested.. He turns back with a toothy glare to Aerin. Maybe it'd be worth it.

Eugenia Phelps: d10: manip+exp (diff. ): 4,6,7,6,3,2,2,

Aerin Thomas: ((Guys, can we slow the posting? I've kind of been made ST of this scene, and I'm losing a LOT of ground here because of questions.))

Teri Jensen : Get. Her. Out of here. *Looking over her shoulder at Felisa*

Adrian: "Gunther, I can't back you here. Cops, man. C'mon, we're leaving." Turning around, heading out. "Ethan, come on."

Adrian: OOC> Ethan=CUtter

Adrian: ((holds))

Alice Newcomb: Jerks her head at Ethan to come too.

Felisa Espinosa: "Adrian will be fine Alice, he's street smart. But he'll be pissed as shit if you end up going to jail for going off half-cocked."
Or being in the middle of a fucking fight.

Ethan Demian Augustus: Blink. Blink. "I'm...uh...someone is meeting...." There go those fluttery hand gestures again, with both hands this time.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Rage: 4,7,3,9,

Alice Newcomb: ((Tell us when you're caught up, Rav))

Aerin Thomas: He raises his hand back to hit Gunther. Eyes are full of anger, grief, pain. How dare you. "How DARE YOU!!" He stands there, physically shaking. Eyes locked on Gunther...unable to move. He's paralyzed by everything rolling around like a storm inside him.

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, guys. I'm good now.))

Adrian: ((No worries, it was going a bit fast. *L*)) He looks to Gunther, a motion of his head as they head to the door. Another motion to Ethan, aka Cutter.

Gunther: Gunther sneers at the man and spits out a hateful "Hau ab, Du Pfeife." Before turning with a gruff nod to Adrian. Sounds like a plan. Want to avoid the cops? Follow the man on parole. He flashes an apologetic look to Nia and follows Adrian and his crew out the door. Before doing something stupid.

Alice Newcomb: Edging towards the door, but keeping some distance between her and both Fel and Teri. "Ethan! Come on! You can meet Flame outside." Taking a guess that's who he's meeting. She does not want to be alone with either chick!

Alice Newcomb: Latches onto Adrain's arm when it looks like he's finally getting his ass in gear.

Adrian: MOving out the door, holding it though for no one, and making sure Alice is near him. She is *his*.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Hey. Hey. There are kind of other people here. It's -um- a bad place for your duel to the death." He does raise his enough to carry to the fight, not that he's likely much distraction, as he slips out of the booth and starts to get behind it.

Eugenia Phelps: She looks between the retreating Gunther and the angry man, debating with herself.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He breathes out in a tiny sigh of relief as Gunther heads for the door. Maybe no one will die. Maybe.

Teri Jensen : *Following Gunther, hand cupping his elbow now*

Gunther: Gunther gives Teri a hefty shove away from him, pushing angrily for the door.

Felisa Espinosa: Well that one fell to pieces. Teri lost it, and now everything had gone to utter shit.
"Teri. C'mon."

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't move. Not even when Gunther walks past, does his hand lower. It's like someone's made a life-sized Aerin statue, right there in the cafe in an action pose. Well, if statues could shake like there was no tomorrow.

Alice Newcomb: *Is so out the door, glued to Adrian!*

Adrian: "Talk to you later, Aerin." And is out the door.

Eugenia Phelps: She tilts her head to the side in consideration as she watches the man stand there. A slow step forward. "Excuse me?" Quietly.

Teri Jensen : Where are we going? *Falling into step next to Adrian, making sure that Felisa is following*

Aerin Thomas: Slowly, the arm lowers, eyes shutting. A very low, bitter "What?" is thrown at Eugenia, almost accusing.

Gunther: Gunther doesn't stick around to see where everyone's heading. Uncontrollably pissed, he makes a quick and heavy tromp down the sidewalk digging a cigar from his pocket and fumbling to light it.

Alice Newcomb: "Come on, Adrian. Let's get out of here." Trying to steer him away from the potential demons.

Eugenia Phelps: "Nothing, nothing..I just..." She gestures vaguely. "I don't like seeing people upset, that's all. My name's Nia."

Teri Jensen : Boy's going to get himself killed some night... *Watching Gunther as he stomps off*

Felisa Espinosa: She's following, shaking her head.
You've gotta control that temper girl. Fucking goddamn.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a white ribbon-wrapped oval that he transfers nervously from hand to hand, watching Aerin a good ten seconds before he does anything.

Adrian: Alice: "It's over now." He looks to Gunther, stomping away. He turns back to the door. "I want more coffee."

Teri Jensen : Oh calm the hell down. *Scowlin at Alice* It was a warning.

Adrian: "I have his back, but cops..." He shakes his head. "Can't break parole," he mumbles. Rolls his shoulders, feeling strange.

Aerin Thomas: The arm comes to rest at his side, head bowing. Shoulders start to shake, slumped, and without a word to Nia or anyone else, he makes a sudden, fast walk to the bathroom, shoving the door violently open, then slamming it shut behind him.

Teri Jensen : So who's your parole officer, Adrian? *Tone entirely conversational again*

Alice Newcomb: Scowls at Teri, and digs out her phone as she moves back towards the cafe with Adrian. Maybe they'll leave.

Gunther: Few yards ahead, Gunther calls over his shoulder to Felisa "Make sure Nia's alright. After lastnight, I mean." He keeps tromping away, pissed. "I gotta.. go.. hit stuff. Er somethin."

Alice Newcomb: Whispers to Adrian.

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey man, meant to ask you. You got an officer right? What's his name? I might know him, put in a good word." She might as well try this out, see if it worked.

Eugenia Phelps: She just frowns at his retreating back and makes for the door. Her appetite's been ruined.

Adrian: Teri: "Haydn Cornner. Why? He won't tell you shit." Faint smirk. "You want to know of me, just research it. Adrian Bratovich. What the hell? Can't get a second start much anyway. Might as well let everyone know." ((He's in the famous people list *S* Fame 2))

Ethan Demian Augustus: Okay. That's par for the course. But almost convienient. Except for the part where he's seriously considering following someone he knows he probably shouldn't. Still....

Adrian: Looks at Alice and shrugs. Looks at Teri. "But if you come after my cousin, I'll take care of you. No one hurts what's mine." He shrugs. Can't quite get up the hostility really. Not right now. Doesn't feel like it.

Teri Jensen : He won't tell anyone shit if I arrange it. *Giving him a sweet smile* Nothing but glowing reports about what a success story you are, no matter how dirty you get.

Alice Newcomb: Rolls her eyes. She's never met anyone with a worse case of verbal diarrea than Adrian.

Aerin Thomas: Silence from the bathroom. No slamming of things, no loud crashes or screams. Dead utter silence.

Alice Newcomb: Narrows her eyes at Teri.

Adrian: Teri: Pause. "You can do that." Eh, she's not much of a cousin any way. What's a little blood between friends? ((Going to be easing out Adrian so Merc can come in. *S*))

Adrian: ooc> The period should be a question mark.

Teri Jensen : I can do lots of things. Adrian. For my friends.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Sorry, I type slow))

Alice Newcomb: Flips open the phone she's holding and dials a number.

Adrian: Alice: "We need to walk Thor. We should go home." Still feelng so...weird.

Adrian: That makes him smile, though coldly. "I don't have friends."

Alice Newcomb: Nods at Adrian. Thank God!

Ethan Demian Augustus: He slips after Aerin, although he does stay ready to run the fuck away if he gets attacked in the doorway. He's only so crazy.

Eugenia Phelps: She smoothes her hands over her hair as she steps out into the chilly air. She looks neat and polished, as she usually does, scarf around her neck and everything.

Gunther: Gunther pauses only breifly to light up his cigar before continuing his angry stomp toward dirk's. (alright. if no one's venturing to follow the angry skinhead.. and i dont blame them.. i'ma close this window)

Mercury: A black stretch limo pulls to a screeching halt and the chauffeur can't even pull open the door before he is out of it at a bolting run for the cafe.

Felisa Espinosa: She remained silent during the walk, pulling out a camel. As least something was salvaged out of all this.

Alice Newcomb: Walking off with Adrian.

Gunther: (thanks guys)

Adrian: ((I don't think I could keep on multi tasking. *L* Sorry, Gunther.))

Mercury: A sleek and exotically handsome predator with a powerfully muscular upper body. His irises are so dark they appear black, his long thick hair an ebony curtain shimmering down his back. He is a 6'2", muscular Tasslakie (Cherokee) youth about 19 or 20, and to many he seems to have an intimidating aura, an almost palpable sense of being dangerous if angered. If his arms are bare, multiple tattoos can be seen, flame tattoos go up his neck nearly to his chin, on the back of his left hand is a black skull and crossbones. His ears triple pierced, a gold hoop in his lower lip, and a stud through the right side of his nose. On his left hand, the webbing between thumb and forefinger is pierced with a metal hoop. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/Mercury.jpg

Teri Jensen : You could. Call me. I'm sure your cousin knows how to contact me. *Turning to head down the sidewalk again*

Adrian: Walks with Alice. ((dropping browser!))

Mercury: Bursts into the cafe. "Ethan!"

Alice Newcomb: *Mumbling into the phone as she walks away.*

Eugenia Phelps: [Nia'd follow, but she can only do one suspicious thing with Gunther a week.*laughs*]

Teri Jensen : Well. What should we do now? *Mood vastly improved once more, slipping her arm through Felisa's*

Aerin Thomas: Inside the bathroom, it's quiet. One of the stalls is shut, feet underneath it. A wisp of smoke rises from the stall, the only sound that of incredibly shaky breaths drawn and exhaled.

Mercury: He told him to go to the restroom to be safe, so Merc hurriedly moves to the men's room.

Felisa Espinosa: "Teri, we might want to have a conversation or two over this," she said, walking along side of her. "This is a little manky to me."

Eugenia Phelps: She looked around the streets with a thoughtful frown. Where to go now...hmm.

Aerin Thomas: ((How about us in the cafe go to DT Restaraunt, to make it clear and avoid confusion?))

Mercury: ((sounds good))

Teri Jensen : Whatever do you mean? *Strolling, getting out her phone to text*

Aerin Thomas: ((Off 2 DT Restaraunt))

Ethan Demian Augustus: And remarkably enough, Ethan seems to have obeyed. Huge eyes meet Mercury's. He flicks a hand at where he assumes Aerin is. "None of the scary people killed anyone. Your scary person is here, and he's your problem. I am going to go pretend I still want my poor neglected salad, before you start having creepy vibes, 'kay?" He is already on his way to go past Mercury for the door.

CAFE BATHROOM

Mercury: Enters the bathroom. "Ethan?"

Mercury: He gives Ethan a careful, concerned hug.

Aerin Thomas: ((REPOST: Inside the bathroom, it's quiet. One of the stalls is shut, feet underneath it. A wisp of smoke rises from the stall, the only sound that of incredibly shaky breaths drawn and exhaled.))

Ethan Demian Augustus: (repost, as I was typing while you were scheming sanity....) And remarkably enough, Ethan seems to have obeyed. Huge eyes meet Mercury's. He flicks a hand at where he assumes Aerin is. "None of the scary people killed anyone. Your scary person is here, and he's your problem. I am going to go pretend I still want my poor neglected salad, before you start having creepy vibes, 'kay?" He is already on his way to go past Mercury for the door.

Mercury: Looking to the stall apprehensively. "Hello?"

Mercury: ((Yeah *L* I saw both posts.))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin's voice sounds from the stall, low, bitter, wracked with tremors. "Mercury...it's really not a good time right now, okay?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: For once, he doesn't seem all that about the love, though Mercury gets a quick kiss on the cheek, before Ethan tries to tug gently away.

Mercury: "Okay, I'll be out in the cafe when you come out." Aerin? Sounds like it. MOving to follow Ethan.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He is so away from the scary person he only half trusts not to kill him. He slips back to his table and gives Mercury a grateful look as he settles into the corner of the booth. "Good to see you. You have no idea...."

Mercury: "What happened, Ethan?" he asks, troubled. "That sounds like Aerin in there. I know him."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yes. Yes, you do." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

Aerin Thomas: "Sure," he response from behind the stall, with a bitter, mirthless laugh.

Mercury: He looks towards the bathroom door.

Mercury: "You know Aerin?" Looking back at Ethan.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "We met in a cafe. I was flirting with this girl Catie he was with. And Nathdaniel knows you all too. I am firmly convinced it's a conspiracy."

Mercury: "Yeah, I know Catie." That probably doesn't make Ethan feel better. "Sweet little black haired girl?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: He nods. "Everyone I meet knows everyone else. This girl that was...and...that guy from the pet store and Aerin about...can I just say that my life was by no stretch of the imagination normal before I met you, but you seem to make it MORE complicated?"

Mercury: "Me?" He blinks. "Well, I've never had a normal life either, but what is normal?" Glances to the door, back to Ethan. "What happened here?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "There were bad vibes. People in this city are not believing in the peace and love...." He seems harder to pin down now, dancing around everything. He's flightly normally, but this flighty is giving away about no clues. "I think you might want to get your friend somewhere quiet. That's...I dunno...safe?"

Aerin Thomas: Finally, a loud sound, as Aerin slams his foot into the door of the stall in frustration. A last vestige of his anger, before it fades away. He rises to his feet, flushing the cigarette butt down the toilet and stepping out, moving slowly, heistantly toward the cafe proper, not sure whether to expect 30 cops there or just Mercury. Doesn't look like he's all that eager for either.

Mercury: "Yeah, I'll see if he's better now." Getting up and heading into the restroom. "Aerin?"

Mercury: Meeting him in the doorway.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Oh thank god I'm almost over the looks," he murmurs as Mercury goes to Aerin, head ducking a little.

Aerin Thomas: He pauses as he ses Mercury, wiping at his face. The man's an absolute mess, and it's a good thing he doesn't go goth (at least today) with the wearing of mascara. His hair's fucked up, clothes not sitting quite right on his body, like he was convulsing or writhing or something. He looks down, running a hand through the tangled hair, half-of it still held by the hair tie. "Yeah."

Mercury: He nods solemnly, taking in his appearance. "Need to go someplace quiet?"

Aerin Thomas: He snorts a little, reaching back and pulling the hair-tie out. "Sure. How about six feet deep quiet." It is a joke, despite the bitterness and his general attitude.

Mercury: "The ground is a little frozen." He gives him a wry smile. "Here, I'll fix it." Holding out his hand for the hair tie.

Aerin Thomas: He looks at Mercury, seeming actually a little wary of the man...staring at him intently for a moment. He shakes it off quieckly, though, and hands the tie over.

Mercury: He steps behind Aerin, running his hand through the hair briefly to get some of the more obvious snarls out, a little painfully perhaps, and deftly slips the tie on, quickly and efficiently. He does this to himself quite a bit, tying hair back.

Aerin Thomas: He winces mutely at some of the catches in his hair, but shows no other reaction, staring straight ahead. When Mercury's done, he nods a little, looking over his shoulder to the man. "...thank you."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He pokes at his salad weakly. He just isn't interested anymore.

Mercury: A heavy, friendly clap on the shoulder. "Welcome. You know Ethan then?" Nods to the poor guy playing with his salad.

Aerin Thomas: "...yeah. We, um...we met once. Twice..." He frowns, thinking. "Once or twice."

Dara : (anybody mind a birdygirl mebbe? cant think of anyone else t'bring in if its ok...*hugs people an stuff*)

Mercury: "Alright." He puts his fists on his hips, looking at them both. "What do you want to do? Either of you. Ethan, you're just picking at that. Aerin, you're a little out of it. Can I take either of you somewhere?"

Mercury: ((*hugs Dara*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Bring 'er on in! *S*))

Aerin Thomas: "I..." He blinks, looking up to Mercury. "I don't know." He shrugs. "Sure, I guess."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "That might be a plan. Though if you two need to take off, discuss whatever it is the Illuminati discuss over a few drinks, I totally understand...."

Mercury: "Ethan, it's not a big coincidence. Really. I know *everyone* in this city, just about. I'm always out and meeting people. I try to meet someone new every day."

Dara : *striped stockings, black schoolgirl type pleated skirt with suspenders hanging from it, clompy oxlood red doc martins, old style aviator goggles on top of her head(yes, THOSE ones*G*), shes wearing a huge black hoodie sweatshirt over it all, the hoodie half up on her head, long jet black hair spilling from the sides of the hood, bleach blond bangs cut straight across , a streak of it on either side, bruised red lips and kohled dark green eyes, shes got a piercing on her left brow, left nostril, and lower lip, a backpack over her shoulder, heading inside the cafe door rubbing her hands together....almost too thin too pale delicate petite thing that she is*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,6,4,5,9,9,

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmmm...well, I'm glad you picked me." He smiles, cute, playful. Apparently his ADD is helpful in forgetting trauma. "In any case, while I know you adore me, I'm not sure now is the moment for your friend to have to deal with a practical stranger...."

Mercury: d10: : 4,10,4,1,6,9,

Mercury: "Actually, you're a good distraction, for either of us. Yo, Dara."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Well then. Can we go?" He looks at Mercury with just slightly too big eyes. Maybe he hasn't forgotten he was just terrified. "Please?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to the door as Dara steps in, a bit of a smilre coming to his face. He wipes at his face a little bit and sighs. "No...no. I'm fine right now," he says to Ethan. "I'm okay.."

Dara : d10: per+alert: 6,9,7,5,3,3,3,

Mercury: He moves to Ethan, responding immediately to the fear. "Ain't nothing gonna hurt you when I'm around."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He smiles and shakes his head. "I know. I just want to go. Okay? Please?"

Aerin Thomas: He winces, as he realizes...he's the reason that Mercury had to say that. His head ducks a bit and he rubs at his forehead. "Fuck."

Dara : *hopping up and down, teh backpack jingling as she does, the goggles fall over her eyes as she tries to warm up, turning during one of the hops to look towards the 'yo dara', half moving the goggles up and blinking....then giving a semi energetic wave, the sleeves of the hoodie too long flapping as she does* heyas planetboy.....heyas aerin ...heyas guy I dunno.....*NYC native accent*

Mercury: Takes Ethan's hand, helping him up but mindful of the bad shoulder. "You want more company." Nodding towards Aerin and Dara. "This here's Dara. Dara, this is Ethan."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Easy," he says softly to Aerin.

Mercury: "Aerin, it's not you. It's alright. Everything's mellow."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I'm fine with that. I just need to...ummmm...are you any good with...fuck." As he hits the logic wall and rebounds.

Aerin Thomas: "Sure." He nods slightly, as if he's agreeing with the fact that he didn't just about frenzy in the middle of a crowded bar and break the treaty he worked for until a few hours ago. A sigh, and he tries to affect a smile. "Okay."

Dara : *tilting her head as she tentatively moves closer, smiling to ethan when shes introduced, the goggles pushed back on top of her head* heyas mistah ethan.....*then looking to aerin, hopping up slightly to try and rub at his shoulders* dangit....y'gots ta loose a few inches fer us vertically challenged peeps ta give shoulda rubs an stuffs

Mercury: "I've been told I'm good at fuck." Looking confused. "But...now?"

Mercury: Dara: "There's just more of us to climb." Smiles to her.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He smiles at Dara. "Hey."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "No-no-no...I just...should...ummmm....home."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over his shoulder at Dara, smiling a little more genuinely at her. "If it helps any, I feel about an inch tall...does that count?"

Dara : merc: *she hears the more of us to climb comment, blinks a few times, and cant help but snicker, bubbly infectious snickering, making a zipped lip motion*

Mercury: Ethan: "Want me to go with, or are you okay? Cuz you know, we can all go somewhere and relax, it's cool."

Dara : Aerin: nooooooo, an fer tha record*mock whispering* tha smile does more for yas than tha grumped out 'holy schnikies am I goth er what' look...*chuckling with a mirthful glint in her eyes, she hops up and hugs him, or tries to*

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I should-" He sighs. "I'm kinda in pain, here. I should...maybe get home."

Dara : *looking to ethan* awwww cmon with summere, pleeeeeeease? Ill do tha chibi b.e.s.m. look from h-e-double hockey sticks*giving an infectious grin to the stranger*

Mercury: Deep breath. Leans in to Ethan, whisper, "Should or want to? C'mon Ethan, throw me a bone here. What do you want? Aerin and Dara are cool, they're my friends, you're safe."

Aerin Thomas: He looks behind at Dara, staring at her for a long moment, the smile vanishing. After the pause, he shakes his head, taking a couple steps away from her.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He laughs at that from Dara. "Okay-okay. For a little while. But only 'cause I'm easy." Even now, his devilish grin is brilliant.

Mercury: "Not *that* easy." Faint chuckle. He looks to Aerin. "You choose the place."

Dara : *blinking when aerin takes the few steps away, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth* um.....wouldit mebbe help some ifn I said Im sorry an stuffs?

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Mercury, lips pursing as he considers. "I...don't care. Somewhere quiet that isn't here. Public, private, whatever works."

Ethan Demian Augustus: [Though you guys do lose a Fox soon. 8( Sorry, but they keep maing me work now. And going from two days a week to five days a week - and getting stuck at a minimum of 8 1/2 hours of straight madness is killing me.]

Mercury: "Central Park is quiet. I have a limo idling outside, we'll all fit comfortably without being bundled together."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmmmm...." He seems anxious at the mention of the park.

Mercury: ((ahh *S* darn it *hugs*))

Mercury: He gives up. "I'll drop you home, Ethan."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Okay. I can...I'll call you to not rescue me sometime. Soon."

Dara : could hang at tha apartment ifn y'guys wanna....unless after we drop mistah ethan off y'want ta go summere......*shrugging slightly*

Aerin Thomas: He seems to be willing to go wherever. Park, apartment, whatever works.

Mercury: "You can call me anytime, Ethan. Anywhere, Dara, just so long as it's quiet." Leading them out to the black stretch limo. ((Fast forward to another place or what? *S*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: [You guys can fast forward to the park if you want. I'll be around tomorrow, but I'm about dead for tonight.]

Dara : (uptown res if you want the apartment, truuuust me thatd be quiet*chucklse*)

Aerin Thomas: ((Sounds good to me. *S* UT Residence, I believe Dara's at?))

LIMO & DARA'S PLACE

Mercury: He didn't bother offering champagne in the limo this time. Lets the chauffeur open the doors; it's his job, after all.

dara: (doooont ask me to describe the place*chuckles* never really got a proper descrip from dark, soooo*shrugs* y'all have had characters there at some point in time*G* its the same as its been, just alot of stuff is packed up, all dursts stuff, in boxes...and theres a window open too)

Aerin Thomas: He sits quietly in the limo, fairly curled into the corner. Eyes turned to the road, watching the regular, everyday people on the street that they pass by.

Mercury: He's not going to ask what happened. Not his business, really.

Aerin Thomas: "I didn't know you rode around in a limo, Merc," he says suddenly, quietly.

dara: *shes been trying not to bounce TOO much about in the limo, talking and babbling here and there, never having been in one, when the doors opened she gets out, holding a hand out for the next person to help them out*

Mercury: "Addicted to 'em. Rei pays for 'em, of course. But they smell nicer than cabs. And chauffeurs smell better than cabbies, and dress better, too."

Mercury: Takes Dara's hand to get out, offers *his* hand to Aerin in turn.

Aerin Thomas: "Point." He takes the offered hand and gets out.

dara: smell waaaay bettern' tha subway too...sheeesh..*making a face and waving her hand in front of her nose*

dara: aint nearly as nice as my usual mode of transportness tho....*trying not to swing mercs hand playfully before she lets go, rubbing her hands together again as she waits for them to get out and all that*

dara: smell waaaay bettern' tha subway too...sheeesh..*making a face and waving her hand in front of her nose*

dara: aint nearly as nice as my usual mode of transportness tho....*trying not to swing mercs hand playfully before she lets go, rubbing her hands together again as she waits for them to get out and all that*

Mercury: "Yeah, well, we're just not as lucky as you, Dara." Chuckles.

Aerin Thomas: "Sadly, no." He smiles faintly and moves to follow them up to the apartment.

Mercury: "It'd be nice though," he adds once they get into the quiet safety of her apartment. "Mind if I have a glass of water, Dara? Rei'll get ticked if I come home with booze on my breath."

Aerin Thomas: He steps into the apartment and slips the trench coat off, leaving the triple-punctured thing on the arm of the couch as he falls into a seat next to it.

dara: *shutting the door after them, the hoodies slipped off and tossed onto the couch, a longsleeved black tshirt with the misfits on it what shes wearing now* yeah...help yerself....*gesturing to the kitchen, then heading to flop on the couch, reaching towards aerin* ya know......yer both m'friends........ya could experience tha luckiness, sorta......ifn ya wanted to sometime......

Mercury: He pours the water, then sits down on the floor near the couch. "How's that?"

Aerin Thomas: "Maybe sometime," he says, nodding to Dara as he leans back a little bit, watching her with an odd sort of look.

dara: *chewing her lip when she gets that look, the soft clicking heard again before she answers mercury* s'called lets just say tha 'tween form has wings too, yeah?

Mercury: "Sa-wheet!" He laughs but keeps it fairly quiet for the sake of Aerin's nerves.

dara: eh....trade offs, but...hey....guess tha plusses outweigh...*standing up then, sighing* ya want sumfin ta drink aerin?

Aerin Thomas: "Something strong, please, Dara." He nods slightly to her, smiling faintly.

Mercury: "Always trade offs. For all of us, I think." A sympathetic glance at Aerin. "Shit happens."

Aerin Thomas: He smirks humorlessly at Mercury. "Yeah, tell me about it."

Mercury: Sighs and sips his water. Wishing it were whiskey, but he promised Rei.

dara: kay.....no probs.....um....vodka cool? kinda...got a thing fer it...*sheepish chuckle, rustling about in the kitchen* Id say we could do a drinkin game, watchin some anime......ya take a shot every time summun says 'you bastard' or 'nooooooooo!!!', er if yer watchin akira every time he yells 'tetsuoooooO!'*trying a soft chuckle, she comes back out with a bottle of grey goose and a bottle of tangueray sterling*

Aerin Thomas: "Vodka works, sure." He smiles a little bit to Dara.

Mercury: He relaxes back against the couch. Hey *he* had a relaxing day, at least. Until Ethan practically freaked him out with a panicky call.

dara: *nodding, smiling a little more seeing aerin smile a bit, she flops back onto the couch after handing him a bottle, nothing fancy here*

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you." He nods to her, gratefully, and takes the bottle for a good, strong swig off of it. "So, how is everyone?"

Coggie phone: *Aerin's phone bursts into song. That song being Barenaked ladies... Lovers in a Dangerous time... to be precise... a sure sign someone's been fucking with his phone again.. *

Mercury: "Me, I'm good. Really wanting to finish getting my, eh, 'team' together, but it's taking time."

dara: not so bad....really.....*taking a swig of the bottle she has herself* oooo....met summun kinda cool tha other day...seems pretty nice...says he knows ya aerin......alex?

Mercury: Blinks at the phone.

Mercury: (or rather, the direction of the phone since it's presumed concealed)

dara: *hearing the phone go off she blinks, chewing her lipring and going quiet for the moment*

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at the trench coat where the music is coming from, blinking, and then he actually smiles. He digs the phone out and flips it open. "Hello?"

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: Darlin?! *a very worried pikey voice*

Aerin Thomas: He sighs a moment, doing his best to affect a calm, rational voice. "Hey, love."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Man+Subt: 1,7,5,5,3,9,6,

Coggie phone: d10: per sub: 4,5,8,3,4,

dara: *soft clicking coming from her mouth, she takes a swig and looks to mercury, chewing her lip again* hey....was thinkin..um.....gots a question fer yas, since yer inta tha piercin an stuffs....didnt know ifn ya had tatts too...wouldnt happen ta know anywhere good I could mebbe get an apprenticeship at wouldja?

Aerin Thomas: He looks to the other two, apologietically, as if to say 'Just a moment' as he talks into the phone.

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: ((damnit! I hate when i pm Myself!) Coggie phone -> Coggie phone: Och.. are ye aulrecht?!.. Ye've.. ye didnae coome hooome.. an ah kain ye dinnae aulways.. boot.. ets sae late an ye've.. ah was wooried.. are ye aulrecht? nae hurt? *ah yes.. scared pikey.. it would seem several nights of coming home in various states of near death.. or not coming home after the altercations which caused such... will put someone who loves you on edge. The gypsy's voice frought with concern*

Mercury: Nods to Aerin. ((Dara *L* he's got tattoos *everywhere*)) "There's a billion places in this city. Check out the yellow pages, or get that tattoo mag and check for ads."

Dara : (and when has she had chance to SEE said tattoos hmmmm?*licks**G*) *nodding to aerin, she looks back to merc and shakes her head, sighing* s'not what I meant tho...I mean...summere ya like er trust.....summere they give damn good ink, ya know? dont wanna apprentice summere crapass

Aerin Thomas: "No, no...I'm fine. I was just...busy, love. Had a bit of a rough day, wasn't in a shape to drive." He winces. "I'm sorry, I was kind of spacey...forgot to call. I'm fine, though, I promise."

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: nae en shape tae drive? *she sings worriedly*

Mercury: ((*L* They're all up his arms, and flame tattoos up his neck, and a skull and crossbones on the back of his hand... *giggle*)) "That's why I thought about the tat magazine. Or just ask around town. I haven't gone to anyone here. I gotta get mine done kinda special now."

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...too tired, you know? I didn't want to fall asleep on the way home...though it would be too long a drive. I'm not hurt."

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: Och..*she breathes a sigh of releif. not injured, just tired* .. na darlin.. tha'd nae be good ah reckon.. ye stayen en tha apartment taenecht?

Aerin Thomas: "I'm with Mercury and Dara right now...but yeah, I'll go there, probably." He looks to Dara as he pulls out a pack of smokes, asking if it's cool that he smokes in here. He knows it is, but always good to ask.

Dara : (*ahems* THHHPHPTHPTHPTHTPHTPHTPH!!! LOL*is throughly thwapped with the clue by four*) well...yeah....true......considerin...*sighing* ya know......doin tatts fer our crowd'd be mebbe kinda lucrative ifn ya live inna decent place fer it....like tha city here....

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: Och.. *the singsong goes quiet at the mention of mercury. She knows the man would rather claw her up than look at her. * aye than darlin.. darlin.. ye reckon we'll ever live there agawn?

Dara : *she nods to aerin, the window open so its cool, then looks back to merc*

Mercury: ((~snicker~)) "Silver needles?" He smiles. "Dangerous work, but definitely profitable."

Aerin Thomas: His eyes move away from either of the other two to look out the window. His face sags a bit, but is voice stays light. "I hope so, love. Maybe one day."

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: d10: per emp: 1,6,1,8,7,

Aerin Thomas -> Coggie phone: d10: Man+Subt: 6,9,6,2,6,4,7,

Aerin Thomas -> Coggie phone: ((Same old, same old. Tired, but okay. Maybe a little extra tired, that's why he isn't driving home.))

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: Och aye.. reckon ah'm fond o et.. even effen et es crowded.. *a chuckle, comforted* Aulrecht.. ah'm soory tae pester ye darlin.. jes.. well.. ah woorried... love ye, aye?

Dara : seriously...s'what I was thinkin......so, since ya hafta get em special, an obviously have summere ta go.......they wouldnt happen ta need help er be willin ta lemme learn from em mebbe would they? since I dooont think those types'd advert an stuff*chuckling softly*

Mercury: "Yeah, but I don't know who does 'em." He frowns, trying to think.

Aerin Thomas: "I love you too, Ita...it's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Mercury: Closes his ears mentally.

Coggie phone -> Aerin Thomas: Aye darlin. Ah love ye.. jes get soome rest an take care o ye. Aul thes exhaustion rubbish well wear oot yer warrentee.. *a soft chuckle, affectionate and soothing. She misses him, its clear* Ah'll kess yer babes fer ye. Goodnecht. *click*

Dara : *she takes another few swigs of her bottle before looking one way, then the other, and reaching under the couch, bringing out a small altoids tin with a half smirk, opening it and snaking out a joint(or what looks like one anyways), offering it towards merc* since ya said ya cant really drink right now.....er this even worse?

Mercury: "Not worse." He smiles. "Just doesn't do a whole lot for me."

Aerin Thomas: He smiles. "Good night." He calmly hangs the phone up, and then throws it across the room, not much caring if it smashes or not.

Mercury: He looks to Aerin. Not prying, though.

Coggie phone: *smashes and warbles a bit of the ringtone in protest as it dies, leadsinger's voice sputtering and going low before dying altogether... phone killed*

Dara : serious?*tilting her head, she jumps and nearly drops the joint, teh tin clattering to the floor when hte phone gets thrown, shoulders tensed slightly, eyes on aerin* Id ask ifn yer alright but Im guessin no.............here.....*offering him the joint now as she gets her heartbeat back to normal*

Aerin Thomas: He sighs as the phone warbles away to dead. "Sorry. Having one of those lifetimes, you know?" He takes the joint from Dara and takes a hit off of it, holding it down well before passing it back.

Mercury: "It's alright, Aerin," in case Aerin thinks the 'Walker might freak out about the drug. "I'm cool with it."

Dara : *he hands it back she takes a hit herself, deep breath of one, then lets it out slowly* unnerstan, trust me...*half smiling to aerin, holding it out for when he wants another hit*

Mercury: He sips his water, finishing it and taking the glass back out to the kitchen politely.

Mercury: Comes back out. "I should probably get going. You need a drive out to your place, Aerin? I could send you off in the limo after I get dropped off home; Rei has an account." ((Gonna focus on end of combat and then get to bed. *S*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, guys. Posting now.))

Mercury: ((no worries))

Dara : (s'cool, understandable*G**hugs*)

Aerin Thomas: "I'll walk home, Mercury. Thank you, though."

Mercury: He nods, gives Dara a hug. "Night, hon."

Mercury: ((Night all, thanks for the scene!))

Aerin Thomas: ((Night.))

Dara : *nodding to merc, returning the hug, she gives a quiet smile and takes another hit from the joint once hes out the door* ya kin crash here too ifn ya want, I tend ta go birdy an perch on the back of tha couch anyhoo anymore, so...*shrugging gently*

Aerin Thomas: "I might." He nods a little bit, watching the door that Mercury just walked out of. "Gonna have to get a new phone tomorrow," he comments with a sigh.

Dara : least ya kin get em cheap anymore......dunno what Id do without mine, but...still an all...theyre a pain in the ass aint they?*giving a soft chuckle, holding out the joint to him*

Aerin Thomas: He takes the joint and another deep hit, pungent smoke held in and then exhaled out his nose. "Doesn't matter. Gonna have to change it in a few days, anyway."

Dara : things gettin that bad huh?

Aerin Thomas: "No...it's getting resolved, actually." He smiles faintly.

Dara : well thassa good thing at least.....