Keith Newcomb: Spenser: "That's cool." Letting it drop. A nod to Lee. "Cool. Good to meetcha."

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Alex considers offering his hand to Lee, but if his hands were on Roxy he wouldn't want to take them off at the moment. So instead he offers something vaguely resembling a salute. "Alexander Donovan."

Spenser Mitchell: *nods to Lee* Spenser Mitchell. *soft spoken, totally androgynous, etc.*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances up at Lee and then looks at keith and giggles about something and shakes her head and hooks a thumb back at Lee* him.

Lee Minardi: * Alexander and Spenser each get a chin up nod and a grin. * " Yeah good to meet you guys. "

Kim Rush: The fact that anyone came to the table seems to have gone completely over his head, and he simply continues to twirl the spoon between his fingers.

Keith Newcomb: Roxy: He laughs. "No shit?" LOoks to Lee. "You got a shop, man, or you strictly solo? I'm looking to get a fresh tat."

Spenser Mitchell: *quietly* Kim, d'you need to get out of here?

Kim Rush: "Huhwhanow?"
He looks up and blinks at Spenser.
"What was that? Wasn't listenin'."

Lee Minardi: * He turns his attention back to Keith and shrugs. * " I work out of Dreakcatchers Ink. Its not mine. "

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: **leans her head back against Lee's stomach and looks up at him more or less* Decided on a tiger, just need to decide where now.

Keith Newcomb: He glances at Kim. Hm.

Spenser Mitchell: *gently, speaking to Kim* You okay?

Alex Duke: ..::alex downs the last of his coffee and then pounds back his Jolt. He whipes his mouth, stands up, stretches and heads for the door::.. ((Unless some one acts on him he is takin' off form the coffee place))

Keith Newcomb: He returns his attention to Lee and nods. "Cool, I'll check that out. Gotta base idea, just need to figure out what it should look like."

Kim Rush: "Yeah... yeah I'm fine."
Running a hand through his thick mess of hair.
"Just miles away, s'all..."

Lee Minardi: * He looks back down to Roxy's face and smiles. * " I told you I would help you with that. I have drawn up a few designs that you might like. Come by and take a look sometime. " * His hand moves from her neck to caress her cheek before leting go. *

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Yeah but need to decided where I want it, would make a bit of a diffrence on what exactly i want it to look like.

Lee Minardi: * Back to Keith. * " Best bet is to make an appointment if you want to see me. There are three others that work there that are pretty good to though. "

Lee Minardi: Roxy>> " Said that I would help you with that. Just lay you out on the rack and see what we have to work with. Does not take all that long at all. " * He grins and takes another sip of his coffee. *

Keith Newcomb: He nods. "Yeah, that's cool. Mainly just looking for a place that does good work and has clean needles. Roxy recommended you."

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Roxy: "I'd give suggestons, but they'd all open up 'pet the kitty' come on lines."

Keith Newcomb: Smirks at what Alex says.

Keith's Phone: *RIIIING&

Keith Newcomb: ((Spenser-P's browser crashed and she will be back soon.))

Keith Newcomb: The Stormtroopers of Death's March of the S.O.D. pounds out, and Keith gets out his cell phone. It's in a black leather case with an Anachy symbol leather-burned crimson into it. He clicks on the phone. "Yeah?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shakes her head slightly and stops looking up at Lee but maybe still talking to him* Either on the back of one of my shoulder blade, small of my back or front of my hip. just not sure which.

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: "How goes the progress?" No gentleness, no humor in his tone. He's in a rather tense mood at the moment, it seems.

Keith Newcomb: He smirks at something, and speaks into the phone, "Hello to you, and yes, it's a beautiful evening." Sighs. "No fuckin' luck so far. Gonna check out Hard Times, wanted to rub elbows with the skinheads anyway, so figure that's the best place to try."

Lee Minardi: Roxy>> " We can do an outline to give you a basic idea of how large you want it to be and and how it might look. " * Then he looks back to Keith with a frown. * " Actualy, take your business elsewhere. "

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: yeah but until I decided where i want it, it's a moot point.*slight glance to Alex* no it won't say come pet the kitty.

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Alex raises an eyebrow at Lee's comment, curious.

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: He growls a little bit when Keith mentions skinheads. "Fuck off. It's a horrific evening. And you'd better FUCKING mean that in a way that has NOTHING to do with applauding, appreciating, or anything but con-DEMNING their fucking shit. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!?"

Spenser Mitchell: *look of concern at Kim, otherwise quiet* ((sorry, had to reboot))

Keith Newcomb: He rolls his eyes at Lee. "Relax, man, do I LOOK like a skinhead? There's a reason I wanna check 'em out, and I'm not fuckin' offering to sit down with them to tea and biscuits. Their beliefs mean shit to me."

Keith's Phone: Whoever's on the other end, there's some...well...yelling. The words "........FUCKING.... NOTHING.... DEMNING.... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME???" probably have a bit of volume to them outside of Keith's ear.

Kim Rush: He looks up and waves a hand at him.
"I know that look. M'fine."

Keith Newcomb: There's some incoherent (to other people) shouting on the phone and Keith holds it away from him with an amused look. He puts his ear back to it. "I was just telling Alex sitting with me here not moments ago that I wasn't taking their side in any fuckin' shit," he says lazily. "I want to find out who did, and where they're gonna strike next. Capice?"

Spenser Mitchell: *lifts brows at Keith's loud phone. glances back at Kim* Would you say so if you weren't?

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: "You have one fucking week, Keith. Find him. Or I'm finding you. Are we clear?"

Keith Newcomb: He can't help but grin. One little comment about talking to skinheads and he pissed off TWO people.

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: No question of the threat inherant there, either. He's almost snarling the words.

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Keith: "Admirer on the other end?"

Kim Rush: "Huh?"
He blinks, then winces as the sound comes blasting from his phone. Jesus, it's a wonder Keith's ears weren't bleeding.

Keith Newcomb: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm LOOKING, but he ain't nowhere. You sure he didn't fuckin' bail? He still in the city?"

Lee Minardi: Roxy>> " Just saying that seeing how it might look in each spot might make it easier. Your call. " * He does not answer Keith. The dude is on the phone and the ringtone was enough for him. *

Keith Newcomb: Alex: "Aerin's a little pissed off about the rainbow slaughter. Go figure. Shit, I'm not into that Nazi bullshit, would everyone just relax?" Laughs.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: most likely his last date. *said with a slight smirk draining the last of her coffee*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs slightly* If you want to draw three diffrent ones for each place I will take a look.

Keith's Phone: d10: Rage: 6,7,3,7,

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): "Say hi for me, that'll calm him down." Alex winks at Keith, knowing that's only a 50/50 chance.

Keith's Phone: It's muffled, being through the phone, but it definitely carries from beyond the earpiece. "A LITTLE PISSED OFF?!?!?"

Lee Minardi: Roxy>> " Its not like it take all that long to draw three outlines. Its not a problem. Once you know what you want it to look like we can do it at any time. "

Keith Newcomb: That makes him wince and he jerks the phone away hurriedly. He eyes the phone with a scowl. Cautiously puts his mouth to the phone while trying to keep his ear away. "Hey, I'm outraged, too, man. You KNOW that could of been Gabe there, right? So I'm kinda bustin' for whoever did it. Bad shit in the city, we don't need that. Calm down. Alex says hi."

Spenser Mitchell: *looks at Kim again* I think you need to get out of here, Kim. *it's obvious the other "pretty" one is out of it. Or at least it's obvious to Spense*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: yeah but I imagine depending on where will matter a lot on how I want it to look.

Keith Newcomb: ((and most everyone sitting at the table just heard Keith do about a 180 on the Rainbow/neo-Nazi altercation *L*))

Kim Rush: "Hnn?"
He does seem somewhat out of it. He shrugs.
"If you say so..."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Well thanks for the coffee but I need to get going. Cya. *then gets up from the table stoping to grab her duffle bag*

Lee Minardi: Roxy>> Find what you want and then find the place where it looks the way that you want it. Anyway, get in touch with me and we can work on it. If you change your mind then let me know. You get the family deal with me. "

Keith Newcomb: He looks up at Roxy. Damn. "See ya."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances to lee as she gives a slight wave to the table and starts for the door* Why you pregnant?

Spenser Mitchell: *expects that sort of thing from Keith* C'mon, Kim. Focus. Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Alex grins up at Roxy. "Hope to see more of you in the future, it's been a pleasure."

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: "Leave it the fuck alone, Keith. It's being fucking handled, all right???" There doesn't seem to be much luck calming him down at the moment. He has a tone of absolute murder in his voice. "You find him. Quickly. And all I want to hear from you, you fucking waste of flesh, is 'Yes, sir, I will find him, and stop giving excuses as to why I'm not. I will leave my little fuckbuddy alone, and I will do it.' Now. SAY IT."

Lee Minardi: * He just winks to Roxy and smiles. *

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Alex watches Kim carefully as he seems rather out of it. "The discussion get a little too out of his depth?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *final wave back to those at the table as she reaches the door and heads out with duffle in hand*

Kim Rush: "I'm fine..."
He frowns, then shakes his head a little.
"I dunno. Just feeling a little out of it, s'all."

Keith Newcomb: His eyes narrow angrily. "Speaking of fuckbuddies, how's Ethan? I ain't saying shit, I'm doing what I'm doing and he ain't fuckin' OUT there!"

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Alex slowly turns his head to look over at Keith. "Keith...."

Spenser Mitchell: *worried about Kim* Think a walk would help? Clear your head?

Lee Minardi: * He turns his head again to look over Keith, but says nothing at the outburst. He just sips at his coffee. *

Keith's Phone: d10: Rage: 4,9,4,5,

Keith Newcomb: ((~thanks Gaia for the new moon~))

Kim Rush: He thinks about it for a moment, then nods.
"Yeah, I guess..."

Spenser Mitchell: *glances at Keith, figuring him busy on the phone and jots a note on a napkin for him* "Kim needed air. See you later. Hope things are okay." *then he stands and watches Kim* C'mon...

Keith's Phone -> Keith Newcomb: "Look HARDER. Because if you don't FUCKING find him, you waste of...you fuck...you FUCKING..." Strangled snarling sounds. "Your death, Keith? Will take WEEKS. I will pick you apart, piece by FUCKING piece, until you're BEGGING me to kill you, you get me? Your life--your FUCKING life--is in my hands. And all I have to do is squeeze. There's nowhere on this Earth or any other where you can't go and I can't find you. TRUST ME, you fucking...you THING. You sick fucking THING. Find him, or you DIE, you fuck--ZZRTSCHHH..." And the line goes dead.

Lee Minardi: * Seeing that things are starting to clear out Lee turns to return to his booth and finish his coffee. *

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): Spence & Kim: "Take care of yourselves, and make those lessons a priority." A glance back toward Keith.. "When his mood improves."

Keith's Phone: The voice on the other end isn't so legible, beyond massive uses of the word "Fuck" and a lot of barely coherant yelling. It cuts off suddenly.

Keith Newcomb: He looks at the phone and doesn't know whether to laugh or hurl it away. He puts the phone back in its case and away slowly. "I think he's a little pissed," he says to Alex. "And he doesn't want me to go Nazi hunting either. Weird."

Spenser Mitchell: *nods to Alex, will take Kim's arm and guide him if necessary*

Keith Newcomb: He looks at the napkin now, then pushes it away after reading it. Alex: "I think he has a worse temper than me."

Kim Rush: He stands up, still seeming a little distant, following Spense out.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin."

Keith Newcomb: He's feeling a strange uneasiness. It isn't the death threat, really, but something about that whole episode really has him uneasy.

Alexander Donovan (B.PB2): "The ones that started this are a bit well organized to go after on your own. Copycats... those I don't think he'd have much problem with. They'll just be useless rabble emboldened by what they perceive as a comrade's success."

Spenser Mitchell: *waves to Keith, guides Kim out* ((Downtown Open?))

Alexander Donovan: Following the call to Keith, Aerin's phone is gonna ring, Alex on the ID.

Aerin Thomas: : *G* Good thing Aerin used the house phone and not his cell, 'cause it's broke now. So the cell is picked up on the first ring, likely without looking at the caller ID. "WHAT?!?!?!?" He's seeting. Barely in control.

Alexander Donovan: "Hello Aerin."

Alexander Donovan: Alex gives him a moment to either throw this phone, or calm a bit.

Aerin Thomas: : A very brief pause, before his voice does calm a little bit. "If you tell me you're calling on Keith's behalf or something, Alex, I swear to..." It's bit off. "What?"

Alexander Donovan: "Hell no. I'm the last person that would do that. I'm calling on your behalf. In your current state, I don't want you to make a decsion that you.. and those that care about you... will regret."

Aerin Thomas: : "Like what, Alex?."

Alexander Donovan: "I don't know. But 'it's being taken care of' was not a promising statement with what I could hear across the table... along with 4 total strangers."

Aerin Thomas: : He snorts. "Yeah, well, I didn't breach the Veil, so I think I'm fine." There's still hints of growling in his voice, a tension and that just barely controlled rage permeating the sound. "And yes. It is being taken the fuck care of. What, you think I'm going to stand by when I can do something about these sick....these motherfucking..." He grits his teeth, a strangled sound coming forth.

Alexander Donovan: "Just keep in mind that they're good. Coordinated, and prepared. And while I understand you not wanting to get me involved in your internal affairs... bring more muscle than just your pack. And do not try it alone."

Aerin Thomas: : "United they stand, Alex." He chuckles a bit, a dark, viciously nasty sort of sound. "That's all I have to say."

Aerin Thomas: : "Don't worry. Tony's safe. And I'm keeping him out of the loop...he doesn't need to worry."

Alexander Donovan: There's a good pause there. "I know he is. You stay the same. I don't want him tossed someplace because we lost you."

Aerin Thomas: : "Don't worry, Alex. They haven't killed me yet. Not going to start now."

Alexander Donovan: voice a little distant, pulling the phone a little away. "Hey Jez, what's up?"

Alexander Donovan: again, not directly into the phone. "Just talking to Aerin. Want to say hi?"

Aerin Thomas: : He's quiet, but for a slightly faster-paced breathing. Trying to keep himself calm.

Alexander Donovan: Back to the phone. "Jez says 'hi', and give Ethan and Tony a hug from him."

Aerin Thomas: : "I will. Tell him to be safe, and if he needs anything, he knows how to find me."

Alexander Donovan: "No problem. Take care of yourself. And as usual, call me if you need me. I WILL behave myself if you need me to look after the house for a while."

Alexander Donovan: Though the last sentence muted compared to the rest.

Aerin Thomas: : "Thanks...we're good. Merc's brought Rei up. But I appreciate the offer."

Alexander Donovan: "Alright, talk to you later." And he clicks his phone off.