Keith Newcomb: The apt is large and would seem spacious if not for the clutter of art supplies, canvases and paintings stacked everywhere. Across from the front door a hall disappears. To the left is a small kitchen and dining area to the right a living room with most of the sitting space occupied by more art supplies. The far end of the room sports a well rigged entertainment center. Comic books are splayed on the coffee table and an easel stands in the middle of the room. Thor, a handsome, large, and muscular Rottweiler is dozing in one corner of the room. A large terrarium is up on a table to one side, inside twitching and hopping about is an adorable, black dwarf bunny. A mini goat bounces around inspecting everything and everyone.

Jeff Brolin: *he parks, and moves to his trunk, as easily as possible. To his trunk. He digs.* Nnnh... help me lug this out? It's a thirty gallon, mate.

Keith Newcomb: He gets out of the car, still talking on the phone, and unlocks the apartment, stepping in, leaving the door open for the others.

Keith Newcomb: Pretending he doesn't hear Jeff, as he grabs Thor's collar and leads the big Rottie into his bedroom and shuts the door.

Lyssa Cloutier: *exits the car & tries to help Jeff*

Jeff Brolin: *It's a big tank. He grunts, and slips the sleepy snake into the tank. Sliding the mesh lid overtop of it. He grunts with the effort.*

Keith Newcomb: He grabs the goat and leads him into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Lyssa Cloutier: *well a little help is better than none. at least it's only got a snake in it, how heavy could it be*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Goat?))

Keith Newcomb: Once he's given Kae directions, he grins and hangs up. Conveniently AFTER they lug in the tank. ((There was a mini goat bounding around.))

Jeff Brolin: *He appreciates the help. And somehow, they manage to get the tank inside, on the kitchen table, at least. He then runs to a room, and comes back with a spot lamp. He sets it up carefully.* I'll get the overhead in a bit. Poor little guy. Wonder what mambas eat.

Lyssa Cloutier: *once inside & the tank is set down, she takes the oppertunity to look about* Something meaty I would guess. Rabbit maybe.

Keith Newcomb: "People?" There sounds like a hopeful tone in his voice. "Be useful, that."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* He's little. Think he MAY be able t'eat a finger.

Keith Newcomb: "Keep it *away* from my sister's dwarf bunny." He plucks up the bunny's terrarium and carries it to Alice's room.

Lyssa Cloutier: Pinky mice then

Lyssa Cloutier: Or regular mice depending on size.

Keith Newcomb: The Doors sound out once again and he plucks out his phone. "Yeah?"

Lyssa Cloutier: *Keith must be popular tonight*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks up at the phone, and he clops cheerily towards the room. Coming back with his guitar.*

Keith Newcomb: ~Keith is popular every night~ ((~giggles~ Not really.))

Jeff Brolin: *Yeah. Jeff gets more. Not RECENTLY, mind you. Loss of the lip ring. Really.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *briefly looks to Jeff then looks to Keith*

Keith Newcomb: He looks a bit...odd at something and says into that phone. "Well, *that* is going to make it really interesting to try to make out with you, but yeah. He can come along."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Lyssa.* Mmmh. *He looks back to the tank, and smiles.* Oh! You should meet Donga. He's m'goat.

Lyssa Cloutier: *turns her attention back to Jeff* Sure. I didn't know you could keep livestock here.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* It's not illegal if y'don't get caught. Besides, he's only a mini.

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "You can let Donga out now that the snake is settled. Not YOUR Donga, the goat Donga."

Keith Newcomb: "Let Thor out, too. He needs to eat dinner."

Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Jeff* Ah I see.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins, and moves to the doors. To let the dog out first, nearly getting bowled over by the happy rottie. And then on to his goatling, who nearly bowls him over as well. Apparently Donga's developed a liking for dog food.*

Keith Newcomb: "Okay," he says with a slight sigh, hanging up again. Gives Jeff a steady look. "Kaeleigh is coming over." Pause. "With Aerin. I'm not going to be able to so much as kiss her cheek." Snorts, going to get the dog food.

Jeff Brolin: *He grumbles.* Y'want I should... distract this Aerin guy?

Gabriel Marsh: ((May I butt my cute lil nose back in? ))

Jeff Brolin: ((Sure!))

Lyssa Cloutier: *no doubt, being the new person the animals are fascinated with her, so she listens as she's molested (not in that way!) by the critters*

Keith Newcomb: ((Of course Gabe *hugs* I think we can handle a total of six. *S* I think I'll say closed scene after this though. *L*))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Yesh! Please!))

Jeff Brolin: *Donga IS excited, however. His nose works, and he lets out a cheerful bleat as he lowers his head and moves for Lyssa.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *letting them sniff first. & there will be no eating of the clothes*

Gabriel Marsh: ((Gabe says he'll be quiet. he jus' feels bad for storming ioff. Mood swings are the goat's thing, not his. ;) ))

Jeff Brolin: *No eating of the clothes. Donga just looks excited, snuffling around Lyssa. He looks up and lets out a cute little plaintive me-e-e-e-e-e-h.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((*giggle*)) *pets*

Gabriel Marsh: Keith really is popular tonight! there goes his phone again...

Jeff Brolin: *He grumbles, and checks his phone.* Chrissake, I NEVER get called any more. *The goatling is more demanding. He pushes against her hand. Not dehorned, but it looks like... err... de-balled.*

Keith Newcomb: He slowly reaches for the phone. "If Kae tells me she's also bringing Christian and Liam and five hundred other guys, I'm saying no, dammit." He turns on the phone. "Yeah?"

Lyssa Cloutier: *giggles at Keith as she pets the goat*

Keith Newcomb: He suddenly starts laughing. "Oh, man, Gabe. At least you showed you're not always such a fuckin' Pollyanna!" Hand over the phone, to Jeff, "He's apologizing for storming off." To the phone and Gabe, "Get your ass over the house, man."

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts at Keith, and then flops down on the couch, strumming his guitar.* *Donga is all sorts of excited. Someone who smells like momma!*

Lyssa Cloutier: Wha? *said while laughing*

Keith Newcomb: "Gabe, you are a weirdo. Get over here." Laughs and hangs up.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The sounds of a Kawasaki Ninja comes close, Aerin's motorcycle pulling up to Keith's place. The man is in his typical garb...the leather trench over a lace-up green poet's shirt, leather pants, and steel-toed Doc Martin's. His hair is tied for the drive over, so as not to get in Kae's face, though as he slides off, he pulls the tie out, letting the waist-length auburn hair free. He looks at the apartment, then over to Kae with a smile. "Shall we?"

Jeff Brolin: *He simply strums at his guitar. Idly, as if he's not even thinking about it.* Mmmh... shit. Oi, can y'check my brown pants for the baggie?

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yep....lets..*giving a slight smile as she runs a quick hand through her own unruly fiery mop, a bag in her other hand, wearing her favored black wifebeater and hipriding faded bluejeans*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "If you have other venomous snakes hidden in your pockets." Getting up. "Answer the door if anyone knocks then." Going to his bedroom to look for the brown pants.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((if you DON'T have, I should say.))

Jeff Brolin: Sure, *he says idly. But he very well may not.* *Donga lets out a happy noise, and flops down on the floor by Lyssa's feet. His new favorite person, it seems.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *well it seems she should claim a place to sit before guests arrive*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((Couch, two easy chairs, she'll have to push aside books and stuff. *G*))

Lyssa Cloutier: *sits on the couch then*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles and nods, heading up to Keith's door. Yes, he's using the front door this time. That's a first.

Jeff Brolin: *The goatling grumbles, and tries to nip at her foot for moving, but he hops up on the couch, next to her. Looking up adoringly. Cute little bugger.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *and pets Donga*

Jeff Brolin: *He plays a few rough cords, and sings idly.* Why can't I get just one kiss, why can't I get just one kiss. Believe me there's some things that I wouldn't miss but I look at your pants and, I need a kiss.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel's not too far away, apparently having been roaming in the area.. on foot, he trots towards the apartment building.. and heads on inside. Yep.

Jeff Brolin: *Definitely Donga's favorite person in the world now.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *pet pet pet*

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dex+Performance: 1,1,3,2,7,2,

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: The apt is large and would seem spacious if not for the clutter of art supplies, canvases and paintings stacked everywhere. Across from the front door a hall disappears. To the left is a small kitchen and dining area to the right a living room with most of the sitting space occupied by more art supplies. The far end of the room sports a well rigged entertainment center. Comic books are splayed on the coffee table and an easel stands in the middle of the room. A glass tank is up on a table to one side, inside coiled up is a deadly green mamba...just a baby, though. A mini goat bounces around on the couch and such, and a handsome, large, muscular Rottweiler is watching everyone with interest.

Jeff Brolin: *He breaks a string.* FUCK, *he growls.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He grins. "You're butchering the Violent Femmes, man," he says as he comes out of the bedroom with the baggie.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *seeing gabriel she gives an odd slight smile while their at the door, blinking as he just heads on inside....looking to aerin and shrugging, following on in after gabe then(without knocking*G*)*

Lyssa Cloutier: *blinks at Jeff*

Jeff Brolin: While you're back there, can y'get the pack of git strings! *he yells back.*

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts.* It sucks, mate. Damned chords are too fuckin' fast.

Lyssa Cloutier: *nods* I've seen one guy get slashed by a broken string.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks Gabriel over, curiously, and then heads in with Kae. He looks around the scene and waves to everyone inside...perfectly pleasant and polite. Isn't he harmless? "Hey, everyone."

Jeff Brolin: It's rough, *he admits, to Lyssa.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "I don't even try to drum the Femmes. I don't know where your strings are." Tossing him the baggie.

Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Jeff then looks to the poeple arriving*

Jeff Brolin: *He does reach up to catch that, and he shifts. Leaning the git up agianst the sofa.* Oi, *he offers as Kae, Aerin, and Gabe enter. He moves back to the room.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He waves to the trio as they walk in. "Hey. Everyone know each other? Jeff, Lyssa, Aerin, Kaeleigh, Gabriel. The goat is Donga. The Rottie is Thor. The green mamba," he snorts, "doesn't have a name."

Jeff Brolin: I'm callin' 'im Trent, *he says cheerily.*

Jeff Brolin: *But he does vanish into the room to get new guitar strings. He finds them easily enough, and clops on back out.*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe was goign to come inafter theothers.. as he didn't run up the stairs ror anything ;) but He gives the pair a warm and cheerful smile, as he steps in. HE greets all with his typical smile, and glances around.. Dog.. goat.. Bun--er.. wait.. He wanders closer to the glass tank.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ~His t-shirt today is black and says Remember My Name, You'll Be Screaming It Later.~ He walks up and kinda brushes Kae's cheek with his lips. Nothing more than that.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey um.....everyone?*chuckling softly, she nods to jeff* hey.....*looking to keith then, heading over towards him with the bag* and as promised....*handing it to him*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "Yeah. Jeff 'acquired' the snake from the zoo earlier today. Gabe, the snake is deadly. Don't go trying to kiss or cuddle it."

Jeff Brolin: He's a little sweetie. AREN'TCHA a little sweetie, *he cooes at the snake. He heads back to the guitar, and starts to string it up.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "Thanks," taking the bag from Kae and opening it up to bring out the booze. "Food and drinks in the kitchen too. Dyb and Stevie fuckin' ate everything," he snorts at Jeff, "so I had to replace it."

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe'd take a moment also to acknowledge Aerin a bit more speficically.. havign not, y''know, met him before. To Keith he raises an eyebrow, "Wasn't on m' agenda.. why th' hell.. no, wait, I don' wanna ask, do I?"

Lyssa Cloutier: *waves after scooping Donga onto her lap*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "...interesting." He looks over, watching Keith kiss Kaeleigh's cheek, but doesn't say anything. He honestly...doesn't seem too worried.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins.* Surprised Dyb left the fridge. That man can EAT. *He grabs the baggie with the little greenery in it, and puts the guitar aside.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He smirks and claps a hand over Gabe's shoulder, giving him a rough shake that causes the snake in the tank to stir, just a little. "C'mon, you need a drink."

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Aerin: "Yeah, things been just happening and shit. What you up to?" Gets whatever alcohol Kae brought, set out for everyone, then plops on the couch by Lyssa and goat.

Jeff Brolin: *He pockets the baggie, and then pulls the guitar into his lap, still sitting on the floor by the sofa. He strums idly.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: its the good whiskey.....use it wisely alright?*blinking, she nods to lyssa and smiles seeing the goat on her lap* oh no way.....is it a baby or just that small?*moving over that way towards lyssa and donga*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Been home-bound, mostly," he says with a shrug. "I've been helping out a friend of mine. Kae mentioned she was coming over, I remembered you'd said we should party some, so I decided I'd give it a shot tonight." He grins to Keith and lights up a cigarette before moving to take a seat somewhere.

Jeff Brolin: He's a mini, *he says to Kae. He grins.* Name's Donga. *The little one, however, seems perfectly content in Lyssa's lap. He's got a new girlfriend.*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel chuckles faintly. "F' once, that doesn't sound liek a bad idea." a slight smirk, before plopping himself somewhere where there's room.

Lyssa Cloutier: *looks up at Kaeleigh* It's normally this small.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Kae: "He's a mini," he confirms. "Belongs to Jeff." Who now, for all intents and purposes, lives here.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Keith.* Out of my head, mate.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Smirks at Aerin. "Either that or keep an eye on me around Kae, huh? Yeah, think we were just gonna toke up a bit, play some music, dance." He scoots over on the couch closer to the goat and motions for Gabe to sit by him.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Jeff: "I live there," he says calmly. "Bit filthy, but I don't mind."

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at that.* A BIT filthy? Must be losin' my touch. *He strums the git, again.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No..." He grins a bit to Keith, watching him closely. "I'm not the jealous boyfriend, Keith. No need."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Aerin. An arched eyebrow. The twice pierced one.* You're not?

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe isn't one to argue, and drops down next to Keith. Poor thing is a bit rough about the edges today. But he doesn't let it fade his smile much... smiling is, after all, more important. and jsut as long as he doesn't think too much about stuff.. he should be good.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Aerin: And of course, he echoes Jeff again. "You're not?"

Jeff Brolin: *Donga DOES look up as Keith and Gabe flop down, but his little tail wiggles in that clumsy goat-tail wag. He looks back up to Lyssa with sleepy eyes, and lets out another bleat.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He reaches over and scritches between Donga's horns, but doesn't take his eyes off Aerin.

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Eeep!)) *pets Donga, long strokes from head to tail*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she just looks towards the goat, kneeling before lyssa and smiling to her quietly before offering a hand to donga to sniff or something...*

Jeff Brolin: *He lets out a noise, and he sniffs lightly at Kaeleigh's hand. Oooooh... he opens his mouth, and Jeff moves her hand back quickly.* Careful. He nibbles sometimes.

Lyssa Cloutier: *pets around Donga's shoulders so Kaeleigh can pet him*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Nope." He shakes his head. "What, does that surprise you?" Of course, he hasn't said which part of it he isn't. Jealous, or boyrfriend.

Jeff Brolin: Honestly, yeah, *he says with a smirk.* Older brother, then?

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Aerin: "So you changing the rules, can me and Kae explore shit, or you still putting the kibosh on it?" Bringing out a hard pack of unfiltered Camels, offering one to Gabe. Keeping them away from the nibbly goat.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she chuckles as jeff moves her hand back and gives the warning* thanks...*warm smile, she nods and pets about the horns and head when lyssa pets the shoulders* Ill keep that in mind

Jeff Brolin: *The head petting doesn't seem to inspire nipping. He lets out a cheerful bleat. Jeff just strums his guitar strings.*

Gabriel Marsh: Quiet Gabe shakes his head a bit, "n'thanks" to the cancer stick. He watches the conversation for a few moments, before shifting his gaze over to watch the goat.. then glances about to see if Thor's in easy reach. poor neglected puppy.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'm leaving it in Kaeleigh's hands." He watches Keith calmly. "I trust her, and I love her. She loves me. Beyond that..." He shrugs slightly, and spreads his hands. "And you know I'll spread you over this city in a fine mist of visceral red if you hurt her, purposely or inadvertantly."

Lyssa Cloutier: *raises an eyebrow*

Jeff Brolin: Pain is unavoidable, *he mutters. Almost a song, to the strumming strings.* You're askin' the impossible.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He said it in a perfect level of calm. A near-psychotic calm, considering how emotional the man can get. And he just smiles to Keith.

Gabriel Marsh -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (oh yeah. somethign I probably ought to ask.. how, er, scary is Aerin to poor lil Gabe?)

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Thor knows that look, and the Rottie comes over with stump wagging, plopping his massive skull in Gabe's lap. Keith tilts his head to Aerin. "Can't avoid inadvertent. In any relationship, you're *always* gonna hurt someone. Guaran-fuckin'-teed. Depends on what you mean by hurt."

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Narrows his eyes at Jeff. "Now you're in *my* head, man, that's creepy."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over to Keith again. A slight frown.* Fuck me, mate. Quit it.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *my...petting that goat is just so...fascinating..yes...yes it is.....outwardly no real reaction to the conversation aside from a brief licking of lips and a slight brief pink to her cheeks thats gone after it forms*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Gabriel Marsh: ((Rage 4, WP 6. So he's got that 'Don't fuck with me' feel, but it's under control. Not raging psychotic, just...edgy.))

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to KAe.* Of course, she could always just go with me as I've got the bigger dick.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He gets a weirded-out look on his face and just....laughs. "Shit."

Lyssa Cloutier: *looks to Jeff, grinning* Did you two measure yourselves to compare?

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "Jeff, you're thicker, I'm longer. Don't be an ass." Snorts.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hmm." He shrugs a bit. "So the question is, Keith. Is she worth the risk? Because I assure you, if given the same ultimatum, I'd say yes, unerringly. I have. What about you?"

Jeff Brolin: An' I have the ladder. Ladies, an' some guys, LOVE the ladder.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Lyssa: "Nah, it's a perception thing, just eyeing and shit. But we're still arguing over who has the better ass."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Aerin. And surprisingly, goes quietly except for the strumming of his strings.*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel quirks a smile and proceeds to scratch behind thor's ears... yes, he knows all the right spots to hit. he's an animal man for a reason... animals are so much... easier then people.

Lyssa Cloutier: *looks to Keith, with the same manner of jest* Ah I see. The usual then.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He frowns at Aerin. "Dunno. She's worth a lot, I can tell you that. But if you're asking me to declare undying love, right here, right now...how can I? Nor do I know what you really can do. You're kinda psycho, but are you really a killer?"

Gabriel Marsh -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((okay :D Just figured I'd ask. Thankye :D ))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "Kaeleigh," he says quietly, "What do YOU want?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He locks eyes with Keith. "Try me."

Jeff Brolin: *He slams his hand down on the strings. He looks back to Aerin.* You'll have a few people t'get through.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He looks back at Aerin, allowing the eye lock. "I don't like these conditions," he says in a lowered, rough voice.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He does look to Kaeleigh here. The decision as to whether anything happens between her and Keith is totally up to her, in his eyes.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He takes a long drag on the ciggy, but doesn't look away from Aerin.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *clearing her throat softly, she gives one last warm smile and scritch to the goat before heading for where the whiskey is, nabbing a glass and pouring some in*

Lyssa Cloutier: *does the eye roll & heavy sigh, now getting the "bored as fuck" expression*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((DLP. He doesn't look away from Keith. Aerin doesn't back down from staredowns, as we know from Arn. *G*))

Lyssa Cloutier: *looks to Kaeleigh* Well it seems the lady wants whiskey.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: Im thinking, that right now, Id better leave...*taking a sip of the whiskey, looking between aerin and keith* especially considering I was hoping something like this 'wouldnt' happen.....

Jeff Brolin: *He puts the guitar aside, and starts to roll a joint.* Now, me, mate, I'm the calm sort. But seriously, if y'make threats like that, I'll make sure t'make my own. I'll make y'suffer. I'll find a fuckin' way.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Kae: "It isn't you, I swear it. But death threats make me *real* itchy and pissed."

Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel keeps his attention on Thor's happy doggy face.. so much easier then people. easier to deal with. easier to understand. and perhaps the best part is, he ponders as he looks at the decently-fresh claw parts on his hand, is that animals always let you know when they're tredding ground that will get y'hurt. Eyes lift to Kae as she speaks.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He glances at Jeff. A faint nod, a strange expression flitting across his face.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Kae..." He does look to her now. Some things are more important then winning a staredown. "This is up to you. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry if you are. Wasn't the intent."

Lyssa Cloutier: Well you shouldn't go alone. I don't mind accompanying you & turning this into a real sausage fest.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Lyssa. And he snorts.* Oi. M'not comparin' size, not yet. Was just SAYIN'. Christ. *He snorts.* NEVER get t'see m'fuckin' own.

Lyssa Cloutier: *glances over to Jeff, blinks... because it seems like he's one topic behind*

Jeff Brolin: *He growls, and pushes himself up. The git to the side, and the joint shoved into his mouth.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "We're not gonna brawl in here, Jeff," he says quietly. "Too dangerous with Thor here."

Jeff Brolin: Then lock up the fuckin' dog, *he growls. Watching.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "We're not brawling at all."

Lyssa Cloutier: *just sits back, petting Donga & looking bored*

Lyssa Cloutier: *or jaded, pretty much the same thing in this case*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: theres always been something between you two, I know....which is why Im leaving.....I hate drama....*looking between aerin and keith again* I love aerin, you both have always known that, and hopefully have also always known I care about both of you.....enough to not want to be even in the slightest a cause for threats, especially not between you two..*looking to lyssa and shrugging as she takes another sip* I think Ill just sit on the porch for a bit...*giving a wry grin * its up to you.....or whoever....

Gabriel Marsh: Gabes eyes flick back down to the dog who's head is/was in his lap.. and just quietly shifts his hands more to the sides of his head.. not going to have things bitten just because he was petting the right spot at the wrong moment, thank you. he licks his lips once, silently.

Jeff Brolin: *He rolls his eyes. He digs into his pocket after his lighter, and flicks on the tip of the joint. He takes a small drag, and then idly hands it over to Lyssa.* Sorry, *he grumbles.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "It's cool, Jeff. Seriously, man. Have a ciggy." Offering him one.

Jeff Brolin: *He shakes his head.* Got the joint.

Lyssa Cloutier: *declines* No thanks. And apology accepted? *blinks then looks to Kaeleigh* Oh okay. Well if you're just going to sit out on the porch...

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: "Or a joint." Putting the pack away. Kae: He sighs. "Yeah, maybe we should just go the way we've been going, keep it casual."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sighs a bit, and nods to Kaeleigh. "All right." He looks over to Keith, watching him again. Curious, almost.

Jeff Brolin: *He takes the joint back, then. He starts to cool down a bit. Another mood swing, more likely.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Kae: "If you love him, I can't compete with that anyway." He shrugs. "I don't know if I can ever fall in love for real...somehow, I doubt it. Who the fuck would stick with me long enough for it to happen? Love ain't for someone like me." He smokes furiously at his cigarette, standing up restlessly and heading into the separate kitchen.

Lyssa Cloutier: *stretches out, careful not to shove anyone & not to dislodge hte pygmy too much*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Keith, and then curiously back to Aerin.* Seriously. You're a real fuckin' downer, man. *He offers over the joint.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shrugs a bit, and nods. "And there you have it." He seems satisfied with that answer.

Jeff Brolin: *The little goat nuzzles against her, and yes... does begin chewing on her shirt.*

Jeff Brolin: Yeah, way to fucking go. You pushed away a person with your fuckin' controlling mood. Please. Take a drag off of this, might make you a tolerable person.

Lyssa Cloutier: *looks down at Donga* Stop that. *pulls her shirt from his mouth*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "So I've been told," he says to Jeff. "It happens. Sorry to bring things down, everyone." He rises from the couch. "Excuse me, just a moment." And he heads for the door.

Jeff Brolin: *He lets out a me-e-eh again. Hungry!* *Jeff snorts.* Christ. Smaller fuckin' party. *He then offers the joint over to Gabe.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *stated idly* You know, true love is overrated. It's just a dream pumped out by Hollywood to make suckers out of us all.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *closing her eyes, she rubs her head with a rumbly sigh and mutters something along the lines of 'sweet lord and lady', shaking her head and downing the rest of the drink, blinking and watching keith and aerin leave the room......closing her eyes again before pouring another drink and saying in general* Im sorry about this guys.....really.....

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks at Lyssa's words.* I always thought... true love existed. Then I realized it was just gas.

Lyssa Cloutier: And your goat's trying to make a meal outta my shirt

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Wait. Kaeleigh DIDN'T go outside? Thought she did.))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ~clink, clank~ Out in the kitchen.

Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Jeff then to Kae* You don't need & shouldn't have to apologize for their behavior.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((Kae didn't actually get to leave. *S* Aerin left through the front, Keith into the kitchen.))

Jeff Brolin: Hey, you can't help it you're so yummy, *he teases, and leans down to nip at the side of Lyssa's neck teasingly. Of course if she MOVES, he misses.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Nope. She's drinking da whiskey!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Then DLP))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (she hadnt yet*chuckles* but shes heading out there now, sorry*G* just hadnt posted it yet)

Lyssa Cloutier: *well delayed reaction, she moves afterwards* Eep!

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe glances around the room.. and starts to push up to follow after keith... but aerin beats him to it? he chews on his lip, then absent mindedly accepts the joint. Well, this ought to be amusing, at least. After about 2 seconds it's obvious that he's not done that before. At least he's not stewing at the moment though.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins, and moves away with a slight tail-wag. He looks back to the angry crowd.* Mmmh. Sanity-inducing.

Gabriel Marsh: ((doh. dlp :p)

Lyssa Cloutier: *laughs a bit*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Then put his leaving AFTER Kae. He's following her, and...uh. Just stayed quiet until then.))

Jeff Brolin: *He grins as Gabe accepts the joint.* Sweet, mate.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe glances around for a moment, then waves kinda appologetically towards Jeff's offer, before slinking off to the kitchen, uncertaintly peeking inside.

Jeff Brolin: ((GAH! DLP))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Heh heh heh))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she gives a soft chuckle and slight smile to jeff and lyssa* thanks.....just...enjoy the whiskey...wish I could join you in the herb.........reeeally wish I could...*nodding, she takes a deep breath and heads for the porch with her drink*

Gabriel Marsh: ((it's like a car accident! whee!!))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((~snicker~)) Still out in the kitchen, getting his own drink since Kae has the current monopoly on the whiskey, or had.

Jeff Brolin: Y'sure y'don't wanna drag? I'm gonna get REALLY stoned. An' then I'll REALLY start flirting, *he says sincerely to Lyssa.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He's drinking a nasty-looking greenish liquid, his back to the entrance and not noticing Gabe yet.

Lyssa Cloutier: *shakes her head at Jeff* Naw. I want to be sober so I can laugh at you next time I see you.

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... no fuckin' laughing, *he says cheerily. With his own laugh. He claps a hand over his mouth.* Oops.

Lyssa Cloutier: *snickers*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (and since ya said he followed her out*G* posting here) *she moves to sit on the stairs once she gets outside, taking a deep breath of the night air before sipping more whiskey with a shiver*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe is not a ninja.. but purposefully allows for a few of his footfalls to be a touch louder then usual, as he crosses to lay a hand on oneof keith's shoulders, silently.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Once he's OUTSIDE, AFTER KAE, ((*G*)) he shuts the door, to speak pirvately with her.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (heh....eris rears her head once again! LOL)

Jeff Brolin: Keith's a friend, a GOOD friend, *he offers to Lyssa.* S'why I got so MAD, you know. You know, that guy... he... he was bein' a total... OI! WE HAVE ANY DORITOS?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He takes a seat next to her and sighs, looking at her. "You know I really didn't mean that, right?" He's speaking quietly, so as not to carry into the house.

Lyssa Cloutier: *giggles* Well that guy did seem to have anger management issues...

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: And a sudden, wry laugh. "I'll bring 'em out, if you shut up!" he calls back.

Jeff Brolin: Kay! *he calls back, and he looks back to Lyssa.* Yeah, no shit! I was totally gonna blow 'im t'get 'im to relax. An' I'm GOOD with my mouth, I am. Oooh... I hope they're nacho cheese. Fuckin' LOVE that shit. Y'sure y'don't wanna drag?

Lyssa Cloutier: *declines again* I'm fine. I'll just get buzzed off your second hand smoke. Besides I can be relatively sober to have fun.

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... *He smiles, and leans on her shoulder.* But it's MORE fun t'get stoned. *He shudders.* Sober you remember shit.

Lyssa Cloutier: Well, yeah. But there's nothing wrong with that. *would gesticulate, but her hands are busy with a goat*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: mmm...the obliterating part?*lips twitching, she looks to him, chewing her lip, but after a soft sigh leaning against him, drink held in her lap*

Jeff Brolin: *He nips at her shoulder.* I'm a prettier goat, *he near purrs.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *blinks, that's a bit outta left field* Well yeah...

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He nods, smiling a bit. "If he felt the way I do, he'd have answered yes. And not even bothered to think about it." He leans over and kisses her scalp. "Not saying that if he purposely hurt you, I wouldn't...but come on. If nothing else, am I really dumb enough to threaten someone's life in front of so many witnesses, then carry it out?"

Jeff Brolin: Muuuuuuch prettier... *He pauses, and loos up.* Where are ther doritos? Can we put on some music, I've gotta fuckin' MOVE.

Lyssa Cloutier: Yes. Feel free to put on some music. And I think Donga needs something more nutrious than cotton & dye.

Jeff Brolin: Oooh... there's some green in the fridge. Cori packed 'im a bag luuuunch! Unless the bunny ate ALL of it. Selfish bunny, not sharin' with m'kid. *He hops up, and moves over to the stereo.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *sets the little goat on the floor* Let's get you something to eat, but first. Some of that whiskey.

Jeff Brolin: *He puts on music. Something with a good beat. Really all that matters so he can move.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Barely not of legal drinking age. *shrug* Eh. Like a satyr's gonna care *G*))

Jeff Brolin: ((*L* Wasn't gonna say anything. And we're about to GoP it... so once again, can spend a WP, or roll it if you're up for more fun.))

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dance!: 9,2,6,6,9,8,5,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *she smiles softly, leaning her head on his shoulder, murmuring*....you said you love me.....and trust me....in front of others....

Lyssa Cloutier: *gets herself a clean glass & fills it to the brim. she takes one careful sip to test the flavour before slamming back the rest in the cup* Now something for you Donga.

Jeff Brolin: *He just ... moves. Perfectly to the beat. Eyes closing. Stoned, he should stumble, but this is his LIFE.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Uhhh...does that extend out to to the bounds of the porch? *G*))

Lyssa Cloutier: *gets something for Donga, humming & sashaying (or however it's spelled) in time to the beat*

Jeff Brolin: ((In the vicinity. He's releasing the Passion, so... yeah. And Mel Gibson isn't directing it this time.))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Thank gawd))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Good. Hopefully, that means less crucifying. *RAE at Keith in confirmation*))

Jeff Brolin: *He's a fantastic dancer, plain and simple. FAR better than he is a git player, anyway. He offers out a hand to Lyssa.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((Umm... ~sighs and pulls up the nails from Gabe's hands~ You guys are no FUN!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Willpower: 3,3,8,2,3,4,

Gabriel Marsh: ((*Gabe eeps!* I'm a good guy, but I ain't THAT good O_O ))

Lyssa Cloutier: *Once finished feeding Donga, she takes Jeff's offered hand. She on the other hand isn't a very good dancer. And so she fails about in proper white girl fashion* Oh! I never really told you what instrument I'm majoring in

Jeff Brolin: No, y'didn't, *he says, a small smirk as he keeps up the... well... rather sultry nature OF said dance.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He smiles a bit, a touch of color coming to his cheeks as he flushes, and nods. "Yeah...yeah, I guess I did, huh?"

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: will: 9,8,8,5,7,9,

Lyssa Cloutier: *and fails like a fish out of water* I major with the bassoon, though I can play some other instruments but not as well.

Lyssa Cloutier: ((I should do a sketch of Lyssa one day))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (*blinks....alot* weeeell...)

Jeff Brolin: *Aerin feels it creeping over him, like some sort of insanity. Passion. It's warm. Kae is a freaking ROCK.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Kae's a zombie))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (funny thing is...considering her shamelessness.....if she wanted to attack aerin on the porch she woudlnt resist it*chuckles*) *nodding gently* mmhmm...*reaching to gently touch his cheek, then kiss it softly* sure did.......

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: No resistence. What is resistence? He's dragging Gabriel by the hand out of the kitchen, barely letting him get his feet under him, and he's moving in to the dance that Jeff and Lyssa have started.

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... you should play, *he mutters.* For me. *He nibbles on her earlobe.* Yummy goat.

Lyssa Cloutier: OOC: And in case anyone is wondering what the hell is a basson & what does it look like- http://www.physics.uq.edu.au/people/drake/photo/bassoon.jpg

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: d10: dance!: 10,1,7,8,7,6,4,

Lyssa Cloutier: As you can see I didn't bring it with me *thankfully she doesn't flail about like some 1980s Flashdance reject*

Jeff Brolin: ((*L* I played Oboe for nine years.))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: There is no pretense at restraint or inhibition, his movements pure lust, eyes half closed as if he were in a daze.

Jeff Brolin: Shame, *he mutters, blearily. He doesn't SOUND upset.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((My boyfriend's sister plays bassoon.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He smiles, and makes a slow purring sound at the kiss. He turns his head to kiss her on the lips...slow and soft. "Shall we go back inside? I'd like to dance."

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe's a bit surprised--as one might guess, but he doesn't put up a fight either. He just hopes that he doesn't do the flailign white boy thing. On the other hand.. good company.. that's all that matters.

Lyssa Cloutier: Maybe next time though *smiles when Keith & Gabe join in* I was wondering if you two were going to come out here

Gabriel Marsh: d10: dance..?: 6,8,3,

Jeff Brolin: Nnnh... we should leave Kae an' Aerin out there. Start a foursome, *he mutters.* Can't stop dancin'. Fuckin' wonderful.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *she smiles, flushing softly but damn she smiles at the kiss, nodding*.....yeah.....ok...*giving his lips another soft kiss*

Lyssa Cloutier: *just zoning out to the music, barely perceptive enough to not bump (too much) into folks (or step on feet)*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He smiles and nods, nuzzling her neck, before he rises and takes her hand to lead her inside.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And lo and behold, speak of the devil...the door opens, and Aerin comes in, leading Kae by the hand. He seems to be in a much more relaxed mood.

Gabriel Marsh: ((*cries* I have 'the saftey dance' in my head for some reason... dear god, why??))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((At least it isn't ABBA))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: Aggression, lust, carnal desires are roaring within him, and his dance reflects all of that, something dark and deadly in his movements, in every snap of the hips.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over ot Keith at that, but back to Lyssa. No resistance, really. Dance. He smiles faintly.* Lord, what fools these mortals be, *he says with a grin, and a laugh.*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed] -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Well *G* now Keith has been under the Wyrd again, and fought (and was cut by) a chimerical spider, and he has fallen for this Gift of Pan several times now. I'll be sending in his exp for May this month. Should I request Awareness again then? He's uh...definitely getting it awakened by now. ~lol~))

Lyssa Cloutier: *laughs but continues her flailage*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((ABBA... *Shudder*))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((There's just something about ABBA that makes me sing along))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((....crap. I ~KNEW~ I forgot to add something XP Requested somewhere. Sorry. *Wince*))

Jeff Brolin: ((Hey! I heart ABBA! Jeff... doesn't though, so imagine sone Depeche Mode.))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she follows him inside, watching the dancing, hips and head already moving to the beat*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I ~DESPISE~ ABBA. Sorry, all.))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Glee! Personal Jesus! *chuckle*))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He laughs at what Jeff says, finding it really amusing. There's a dark glint in his hazel eyes and he unfurls his long Gene Simmons-like tongue, rolling it over his lips, something about it calling to mind forbidden and taboo desires.

Lyssa Cloutier: *hums along to the music rather than the words (if any) while she does her white-girl-dance*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed] -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((~snicker~ It's ok, I know you're really busy, I was just going to request it again with exp.))

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: d10: dancing anew: 1,2,2,1,10,6,9,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks around, Keith's style of dancing giving him a brief raise of his eyebrows. His head tilts slightly, watching him...oh, wait. Incredibly gorgeous woman holding his head. He looks to Kaeleigh and smiles, his eyes getting an odd sort of look to them, his grin wide, and he pulls her to him to dance, up close.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe's hardly skilled, but he managed to not look bad, at least. not that he's concerned with such. He isn't half as.... dark as keith. jsut letting the music take him, and carry him off to another plane.. flowing with the music. IS that to say he does not want? nah..

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes semi-glaze over as he notes that tongue. He looks back to Lyssa.* You know... skill isn't what's in the dance, right?

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He almost stops moving, a moan rolling out of his throat, a faint snarl underlying it. There's a glaze coming to his eyes; he shakes his head, not keeping to the beat.

Lyssa Cloutier: *reluctantly pulls herself from her zone to answer Jeff coherantly* Considering I can't dance... No, skill doesn't matter when it comes to dancing unless you're in a boy band.

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: d10: instinct (WP): 5,3,

Jeff Brolin: Dance... is life, *he mutters. He looks back to Aerin and Kae.* Even now... even HERE, we're all dancin' with one another. I'm not just dancin' with you, I'm dancin'... with all of 'em. You're not just dancin' with me. *He smirks.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Dancing-WP (Yes, WP): 5,3,8,2,4,

Lyssa Cloutier: Yeah... Dancing... *and zones back out*

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: He turns, racing for his bedroom and diving into it, slamming the door behind him. ((Which is cool because I need to get to bed. *LOL*))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: whee dancin: 4,3,9,2,3,

Lyssa Cloutier: *hearing the door slam snaps her out a bit* Huh? Wha? ((Good night then! *G*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage plus one diff: 2,8,3,9,

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((I think they would rather him do that then uh ~cough~ frenzy amongst them. ~snicker~ *hugs* Night, all! Thanks for the scene!))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((I figured as much *giggle* G'night))

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe blinks at Keith's break in the dance... then at his fleeing. and at the closed door. His head tilts confusedly, the boy talking a step that way before stoping again. slammed doors are never good.. maybe he did somethign wrong...?

Jeff Brolin: *He looks up. And he frowns slightly, but he doesn't stop. It's part of passion.* Mmmh... come t'bed with me, *he mutters to Lyssa. Ignoring the ragey moments.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she gets a slow crooked grin as she gets pulled up close to dance, arms draping around aerin, blinking when she hears the bedroom door slam shut though*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Why do I get this feeling that by the end of the month Lyssa will be Unseelie? *G*))

Lyssa Cloutier: *But the music calls to her. It always does* I just want to dance & feel the music

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Hey, no one said he was a great dancer. But he's certainly not losing any passion for it. He's almost predatory...and yes, maybe a bit possessive, as he dances with Kae. He's the Alpha. Mostly, though, he's just dancing, staring at her. He even doesn't hear the slam.

Jeff Brolin: *He groans.* IT IS a dance. *He looks back to Gabe.* He can come too. Make me a sammich.

Lyssa Cloutier: *just kind of flail-spinning now to the music. her dancing may suck but at least it's timely*

Gabriel Marsh: d10: dance..?: 6,5,8,

Keith Newcomb [scene now closed]: ((Guys, my icq froze on me, I can no longer send or receive. *sigh* So I guess that is a sign and I'll say goodnight.))

Gabriel Marsh: He stares at the door for several more moments, before shying and closing his eyes.. jsut letting that wash away.. it takes more effort then usual... but ti's set aside, to deal with later... and maybe it won't be a problem then.. He begins to dance.. a bit uncertaintly at first, before rolling back into the rythem..

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Okay. Good night again *G*))

Jeff Brolin: ((Kay... g'night!))

Gabriel Marsh: ((*hugs tight* sleep well an' take care! ))

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Gabe, and he smirks, offering out an arm.*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((*looks at cell battery* Go dead damn you, so I can charge you))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*Hugs Keith-P*))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *but shes got aerin in front of her, dancing closely like he is...she gives another slow crooked grin seeing him stare at her, flushing just slightly, still dancing*

Lyssa Cloutier: *the music matters most, but so are having people around her who are equally feeling the music*

Gabriel Marsh: With a last hald glance towards the bedroom door, he shrugs.. why not.. and slides closer to Jeff. happy feelings are good. and there's not enough of them today. so he jsut tries to cling to those.. and tihs looks like a good way to feel better..

Jeff Brolin: *He ruffles Gabe's hair.* Don't worry. *He looks back to Aerin and Kae.* You can join us too, *he mutters.*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe offers a lopsided smile. ..and takes a moment to run fingers through his hair.. "Think worrying's part of m' nature" he replies.. "but.. " ... but he'll try not to, offering Jeff a smile. Eyes flittering to the others in the room.

Jeff Brolin: *He leans over and licks Gabe's ear.* You worry too much, *he mutters.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *moving like someone who's very much enthralled by the music & can do nothing to stop moving in time to it*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He barely hears Jeff's words, muttered as they are and his attention on Kaeleigh. It's a moment until he looks over his shoulder to Jeff, having barely registered he'd spoken. "Huh?"

Gabriel Marsh: Oh, he can't help the shuddery sigh that escapes his lips there. "Been told that one too.." he murmurs back.

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles to Aerin too, that lazy, half-assed smile he gets.* You're not so bad, *he mutters.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *her fingers slide through aerins hair where they rest on his shoulders, eyes sliding over to keith with a soft chuckle at his words*

Lyssa Cloutier: *her thrashing turns to prancing as she hums*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a bit to Jeff, nodding. "Ain't so bad yourself." A brief pause, before he admits. "Wasn't serious about the threat. Was a test. Wasn't gonna do nothin'." He leans in and kisses Kae's temple. "Love her, s'all. Ain't wanna see her hurt." He looks down to Kae, and then smiles at her chuckle.

Jeff Brolin: Of course, *he mutters.* I would... kill yeh, if y'hurt 'im, *he says lazily.* So let's go screw.

Lyssa Cloutier: Mmmrrrr It's understandable... *cants her head towards Aerin* No one wants their loved ones hurt

Jeff Brolin: *He leans against Lyssa's shoulder.* Yeah, *he says with a grin.* You smell good.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (do'oh*G* jeff,not keith*snickers*) *she smiles even more at the kiss to her temple, almost nuzzling to it as she keeps slowly and slightly moving her hips with her arms draped on his shoulders*

Lyssa Cloutier: *grins at Jeff* It's the shower gell... And shampooooooooooooo

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He tilts his head, almost curious, watching Kae with a grin. "You wanna join them? Or should we just stay out here?"

Jeff Brolin: Smells so NICE... of course she wants t'join us. I'm a sexy fuckin' beast. Ben Kingsley style.

Lyssa Cloutier: Ben whoooooooo? *blinks slowly, peers about with half-lidded eyes, just enjoying the music too much*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Ben Kingsley style was a psychotic, ultra-violent mobster, Jeff."

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe's eyes sliver open from where he's still partly lsotin the music. "I don't think most of the world realizes how strong love is.." he says softly. not to anyone in particular... not even himself.

Jeff Brolin: SIR Ben Fuckin' Kingsley. It's a movie... ahh fuck, *he mutters, and leans back, again, to nibble on Gabe's earlobe, while pulling Lyssa tight.*

Jeff Brolin: *He releases that lobe to give Aerin a grin.* Mmmh... but he WAS a sexy beast.

Lyssa Cloutier: *well now that she's restrained she sways to the music*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Fair enough." Jeff gets another grin.

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe might have been about to say something, but his responce it to tilts his head to give Jeff better access, and slink an arm slightly around him. that feels good. "nnn.."

Jeff Brolin: *He licks his lop lip in Aerin's direction, and laughs faintly.* So how 'bout it? *he murmurs.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she blushes slightly, but keeps the grin,leaning up and murmuring something softly before kissing aerin solidly on the lips with a rather slow burning passion....yeah...one of 'those' kisses*

Jeff Brolin: *He of course presses against Lyssa, and continues tormenting poor Gabe's earlobe.*

Jeff Brolin: (lop-top)

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: I feel greedy tonight...think I failed kindergarten...

Lyssa Cloutier: *poor Gabe. closes her eyes & sways & hums*

Gabriel Marsh: Poor gabe indeed. He lets his eyes drift shut and just absorbs himself in that sensation... he does try to keep his occasional sound soft though. peopel are talking, after all. or were.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He growls a little bit at Kaeleigh's answer and the kiss, pulling her tightly against him and kissing her back. It's a long, long moment before he picks her up and pretty much carries her...to the couch. Apparently, sharing isn't the plan tonight. What, there's other people in the room?

Jeff Brolin: *And he... he attempts, again, to drag Lyssa and Gabe to Alice's room. Poor Alice. Some may call him selfish. Jeff just likes to think of himself as sexually flexible.*

Lyssa Cloutier: *since the music's pretty much put her in a lulled state she doesn't put up any resistance at being led whereever*

Gabriel Marsh: Gabe doesn't resist. that's another step in the direction of not thinking and just feeling good. Which is all he wants right now.

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Sometimes I wonder where they get these really old videos))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *the return of the kiss does her in right there.......and what other people in the room indeed.....quite happily holding to aerin when she gets carried elsewhere*

Lyssa Cloutier: ((And why are sidhe so popular? Is it the ears? It has to be the ears. *chuckle*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((It's TOTALLY the ears.))

Jeff Brolin: ((They're SCARY. Jeff will... feel bad for Keith in the morning. But now, I think I needs sleeps.))

Lyssa Cloutier: ooc: http://www.friendsoffoamy.com/index.php?id=117

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Lyssa won't *G* I think I'll head off to bed too. G'night all.))

Gabriel Marsh: ((gabe will be hapily oblivious I think. *snugs* Good night! sleep well! thanks much fo playing :D))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Night, everyone!))

Lyssa Cloutier: ((Nini!)) ::GONE::