Ghoul in the Park; Annika helps Melinda; A Fight 'Twixt Kin

AM: ((Fair play, *steals the res* Cya, thanks guys, was an ace scene))

Surly: *strides into the place and looks it over carefully*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: If you start singin' in German, I dun' know you, kay?

Surly: *eyes Izzy* i don't sing. i do speak German, though.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Don' drink, don't fuck, don't sing... One day, you gotta do all them things, at the same time. It'll be fun. *She snickers heading over to claim a table in the name of the Confederation of Strange People*

Hagen: The burly norse like warrior is sitting next to the long bar in the main room. THe after lunch crowd has thinned and some of the hard core regulars are there enjoying a drink. The entrance of the new people gets some attention turned towards the door.

There is not band playing, nor any music really in the background. The spot near the fire with the couple of cushioned chairs are open. Seems the hard cores don't want to seem soft and sit in them. One of the waitress apporaches the group offering to get them something as they find a place to sit for themselves.

Surly: *shudders* why? drinking dulls your reflexes, sex is a waste of time, and my singing voice sucks. *follows and settles into a seat, sliding the coat off*

Surly: you got cider? soft cider. and what's for dessert. *eyes the woman coldly*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Sheer entertainment value. Beats sittin' on yer ass an' watchin' TV, right?

Olivia Boehm: No. I swear to God, that's what he said! *Laughing as she comes in, holding the door for someone*

Surly: *blinks to Izzy* i don'twatch TV, either. i fight. i teach fighting. *shrugs* why waste time playing around when you can work to make yourself better?

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *To the waitress* A beer, and whatever this one's orderin' for sweets.

Hagen: The waitress glances to the others to see what they might want. Going on to explain about a few of their pasteries, strudel, and even a cave in to an offering of sugared funnel cake. And of course the warm cider.

Felisa Espinosa: "I don't believe you. I don't think I WANT to believe you. And why are we stopping here again?" she asked. ((She's Puerto Rican, and the mixture of african, indian, spanish and french bloodlines mixed together to form a olive-skinned melting pot of a woman. She's pretty but not overly beautiful, the type of woman that you would try to continue conversation with if she walked up to you and asked the time, not that she would do such, or that you would ask her once you saw the hip-hop clothes, baggy pants and hoodie, an overall thug look. She's fairly avarage in height and weight, perhaps a touch taller than the typical Puerto Rican, with dirty brown hair and dark eyes that hint at a savage intellegence.))

Hagen: Hagen doesn't look away from the group as they entered. The towering norse like hulk of a man watches the and the eyes wander over each of them. Especially Olivia and Surly, though likely for different reasons with each of them.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: D'ya beat the shit out of the guy who sells a hot dog to ya? *Smirking* I mean assumin he DON'T spit in the bun first...

Surly: *chooses strudel along with her warm cider, then shrugs to Izzy* if he tries to cop a feel, i do. *smirks*

Olivia Boehm: Scary, isn't it? I mean, what if that line has actually worked on somebody before> *Shuddering, heading over to Izzy and Surly and grabbing a chair* Beer. Both of us. *Pointing between her and Felisa*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Surly: So in udder words, no. So not everythin' you do is about beatin' someone's face into th' pavement?

Surly: some people aren't worth the bother of beating them. and even i realize that you can't go around doing nothing but beating people into pulp for no reason. i just have a long list of reasons i consider good ones.

Felisa Espinosa: "Knowing the state of humanity it probably works like a charm," she noted, looking around at the place. Felisa smiled a little when she thought about all of the nooks and crannies she had been in lately. God knows where she would find herself in once she hit eighteen.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers* Well, whatever provides entertainment I guess. Hi Livvy! Hi other chick I don' t know. What's up?

Surly: *eyes Livvy a moment, then the new chick. calmly, but as if wondering how they'd stand up in a fight* do note,if anyone's underage, the place probably has the sense not to sell to you. but i'll buy one for the table, like i said.

Olivia Boehm: Girls, this is 'Lisa. This is Izzy, and Surly. Or little miss sunshine, as we like to call her.

Surly: *flashes Hagen a long look, sneering slightly*

Surly: *snorts to Livvy* sunshine my nonexistant left nut. cheerful, i am not. *scowls darkly to emphasize that point*

Hagen: The waitress nods, and after getting the order wanders off to get it for them. Hagen stil watches, reaching up to scratch at the long scar on the right side of his face but doesn't make a move to approach them.

That doesn't mean that one of the other hard core regulars doesn't. A muscular red head with a braided beard nods to Hagen and gets up from the bar. He of course seems to be an extra from Bravehart or something, with lots of leather and a worn face. Not much to look at but he probably gets his women with a club. He makes his way towards the table of women.

Olivia Boehm: So when are we going to spar? *Looking around the room quickly*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Surly: Awwww, c'mon we all know you fart rainbows an' kittens. *Smiles to Felisa* Hiya.

Surly: *eyes light up, glancing to Livvy* whenver, wherever. *then levels a cold look on the approaching barbarian wannabe*

Surly: *casually flips Izzy off, flahsing her a slight smirk before fastening her gaze back on the man. nope. not impressed in the slightest*

Surly: ((*L* by the man, that is.))

Felisa Espinosa: "Right. Hello and how do you do?" she said, waving and sitting down. "I was snagged here by Liv, as you probably guessed." ::Note: Felisa didn't ask *g*, but she'll snatch one up just like any street kid would under the circumstances.::

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *A crooked smirk in return, looking to the approaching sasquatch*

Surly: mph. i've noticed Liv here is good for that sort of thing. she isn't afraid to take a punch, though. *a hint of approval*

Olivia Boehm: Can't be. *Leaning forward just a little* Actually, I've been hoping to run into you again. I need to start training again. I've been letting it slip. Time to get back on track, you know?

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Wriggles her fingers at the guy* 'Sup Hägar?

Felisa Espinosa: "What sort of training are you talking about here?"
She leaned in a little, interested in the conversation.

Surly: *nods to Liv, keeping her eyes on the hulk* letting your training slip's a bad mistake. i'll give you a test-out. you pass, we can talk payments. alternatively, you can go join First Defense, where i hold classes, and you won't have to pay me except for private lessons. still have to pass the test, though.

Surly: i teach self-defense. *shrugs*

Surly: ((oy! brb.))

Olivia Boehm: Getting my ass kicked. *Looking up at the redhead, looking him up and down quickly*

Olivia Boehm: Fair enough. *Glancing to Surly with a nod*

Hagen: The viking wannabe comes to stand across from where Olivia is, looking the woman over some and then over to Surly again but doesn't say anything since the two women were talking to each other.

Donna : A tall brute of a woman, with short dark hair and rather omnious looking, seeming to exude some sort of rage comes storming into the Redbones, dark eyes searching the crowd for a moment before continuing through and walking over to Hagen

Olivia Boehm: *Eyes flickering up to the guy again*

Felisa Espinosa: "In order to learn how not to get your ass kicked? That's usually how it goes. I say got for it Liv, I mean this IS New York City and all."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She steps into Redbones, pausing to tuck a wisp of pale blonde hair behind an ear. Calm blue eyes scan around the vicinity, taking everyone in, before she makes her way further in.

Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in practical clothes fitted to her form.

Donna : "A moment, sir," she rumbles in a deep voice, as she stops near Hagen.

Surly: ((back))

Hagen: The man watches Olivia and grins to her, the same expression going to Surly before he looks to each of the women at the little gathering. "So... first time here?" he asks with a wicked little sneer.

Hagen though turns his gaze to Donna as she comes in and waits to see what she might want. His look darkening slightly at her appearance as if her very presence here is a bad thing.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She watches Donna make her way over to Hagen, her head cocking slightly to one side, then makes her way to go get some food.

Surly: *eyes Annika*

Donna : She leans in and whispers to him.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Sure is, Mr. the Horrible.

Surly: *scowls at the man* go look for a fucktoy elsewhere, pansy.

Hagen: Hagen listens to her, the eyes shift over towards the group Mr Horrible is with and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He nods, pats her on the back with a bit of a returned whisper to her.

He can't help but laugh, a good belly laugh at Surly's comment. "Oh, I think I found one right here."

Olivia Boehm: No. It's not. *She belongs here, after all. Technically...*

Felisa Espinosa: "Ouch."
Barely audible, but there. Felisa figured it would be better to look at the menu and not start something, although she was fairly tempted.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Food retrieved and paid for, she takes her plate and makes her way to a table nearby Hagen. The man gives a calm, deferential nod, eyes appropriately lowered, before she sits down. She glances over at the more occupied table a moment, and then starts to eat.

Surly: *eyes the man up and down* no, you haven't. piss off.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Looks to Felisa* Try the strudel, it's pretty good. *A sip of her beer*

Olivia Boehm: I ordered you a beer. *Quietly to Felisa, back stiff as she keeps part of her attention on Hagen*

Donna : She nods and looks at Felisa for a very long moment. Not a good look either. The woman leaves.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Gives = gets))

Surly: *calmly reaches for her own strudel, keeping her eyes on Mr. Thinks-Its-Big*

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa felt the eyes on her, turned around and quirked her eyebrow, watching the woman leave. Idly she wondered if Gunther was wandering around somewhere. "Thank you, and thank you," she said, "I'll try it."

Olivia Boehm: *Half a scowl at the woman giving her friend the look, though she stays quiet*

Hagen: Hagen stands up, a nod given to Annika for a moment before the attention turns over to group again. Looking right at Felisa, those dark eyes smolder with an inner rage that is could almost be seen flowing off him. "Karl." he says with a strong and commanding tone. The voice is enough to cause the Viking wanabe to close his mouth before commenting again waits to see whats going on now.

Surly: *eats a bite of strudel, an eyebrow twitching as she realizes--it's good. and a sip of cider to wash it down*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She watches the Vanir do their thing with open curiosity as she takes another swig of beer. One gets the impression she's used to watching*

Olivia Boehm: *She gives Viking boy a quick smirk when he's called down, reaching for her newly arrived beer and taking a drink*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She switches her pale blue eyes from Hagen to the table he's watching, brow quirking. Something interesting going on, for sure...she keeps an eye on the situation.

Surly: *eats more strudel, chewing each bite methodically*

Felisa Espinosa: Which lended to the eyebrow raising up again.
No fear, no worry on that cipher of a face. ust a raised eyebrow. Strange...
She turned to Liv and gave her a tap. "You I don't think you thought this one through," she said. "Not that I mind, really. But others seem to."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Surly: Don't look like it's such a chore. The stuff is good.

Olivia Boehm: What's to think through? It's a public place. *Though she does seem less at ease than she was when they arrived*

Hagen: Hagen moves over to them, a curious expression towards Olivia but he doesn't say anything until he turns his eye's on Felisa once more. "Can I speak with you for a minute in private." The man towers over their table at well over six feet. Leather pants, hand made by the look of them as well as the old leather boots. An old brown knit sweater hangs from his muscular body and completes the hand made style of the man.

Surly: *shrugs to Izzy* yeah, it is. reminds me of the first time i had it. *smirks* although Miz Gretel put soem kind of cream stuff on hers. a little bit sour. no clue what it was.

Hagen: Yup, Hagen is looking right at Felisa and then moves back some towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor. Waiting to see if the woman follows him or not. He does though look to Karl and speaks to him in German.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Maybe sour cream. *Looks up at Hagan, then back to Surly* I hope I didn't miss the "You must be this tall to enter" sign out front.

Olivia Boehm: *She shifts to the edge of her seat, half considering following*

Surly: *a sharp glance for the German, since she speaks it fluently herself*

Surly: maybe it was sour cream. didn't quite taste like it, though.

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Hagen: ((Should I roll Per+Alert to see if she picks up what Hagen says to Karl? Annika's equally fluent in German as she is in English...))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: What're they sayin'? *Quirks a brow as she licks strudel-sticky from her fingers*

Surly: *eyes Izzy and motions her closer*

Felisa Espinosa: "You can't talk to me here?" she questioned, curiously. "Fine. Liv, I'll be back. If I'm not back then send a flare up."
She smiled, and got up, looking at the man. "Lead."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes keep on Hagen, Karl, and the table with interest as she carefully eats.

Olivia Boehm: Goddamned right I will... *Watching them go*

Hagen -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Naw, pretty clear since the room got a bit ... more subdued when he got up. "Taint" was fairly clear))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Leans over*

Olivia Boehm: *Then, she looks back at Surly expectantly*

Surly: *sticks her face almost IN Izzy's ear and mutters as softly as she can*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes narrow at the words spoken between the two men. She watches Felisa closely as she stands.

Felisa Espinosa: ::15 before I switch comps, ladies and gentlemen::

Olivia Boehm: What the hell did he say?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((As Felisa stands, to clarify. Annika's still sitting.))

Hagen: Felisa is lead up stairs, with a look over to Olivia at her comment. The look he gives her could be considered pretty easily one of... warning? And then he just walks ahead of the woman. Not even talking to her on the way up.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *A blink, watching Felisa go. Rubs her ear* Ya din't hafta stick yer mouf in dere...

Surly: *gives Liv a long, sober look. although perhaps not as dire a look as one might expect. uneducation does that. motions her closer*

Surly: *smirks to Izzy* don't worry. i didn't spit in it.

Olivia Boehm: *Still watching Felisa as she heads up the stairs, scooting closer to Surly to lean in*

Felisa Espinosa: "Here, what's this about?" she asks, stopping on the stoop. "Not like I've done anything to harm your establishment."
Simply put, she's not a sucker. And people are acting a little too weird.

Surly: *muttermutter*

Hagen: Karl stands there, still watching the two go upstairs before looking to the little group. "Don't worry sweet things. He'll take care of her." and takes a seat in the vacated spot. "Consider the food and drink on the house."

Surly: *scowls to Karl* i say you can sit at my table where you'll spoil my dessert with your butt-ugly face and sweat stink? fuck OFF, loser. *and then mutters to Liv*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Karl: Sunshine ain't sweet. She's more of a sorta old yogurt...

Hagen: When she stops, Hagen turns to look at Felisa and actually tries to smile to her and not look menacing. He's not very good at it. "Oh, just wanted to talk to you about Olivia."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: See?!

Surly: *flips Izzy off again, with a faint smirk*

Olivia Boehm: *She looks up the stiars, then back to Surly, head shaking* No way in hell. *Scooting away again, since scooting closer to Surly has now put her closer to Igor as well.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She goes back to her food, calmly finishing the plate off and then setting it aside. She sits back to enjoy the ambiance, and watch the events occuring with some interest.

Hagen: Karl just cracks a smile to Surly and her little comment. "Aaaah, and I haven't even touched you.... yet." and then looks to Izzy. "Shes all sour uh?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Then talk. You don't have to act as if this is a spy movie to talk."
Her eyes narrowed a bit. What about Liv? What's his angle?

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Don't be an ass, food and drink's free. *Somewhere in the background, the chorus goes "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh..."*

Surly: *eyes Karl darkly. then--quite calmly, reaches out for Felisa's beer*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Don't seem too sweet from what I can tell. It's part of the charm. *Waves over the waitress. Let's get some brats going here!*

Hagen: "Upstairs. Please." he says as he takes a few more steps up. "I'm family to her, and what we have to talk about is not for her or anyone elses ears."

Felisa Espinosa: "Fine." She dug into her phone, flipped it open and punched a few buttons on the way up, then closed it.

Surly: *and unless someone gets the beer first, she calmly makes Karl look as if he has a bladder control issue*

Hagen: Karl watches Surly, not stopping her for sure and then looks to Izz. "I'd say curdled could describe her too." The waitress nods to Izzy and heads off for the new order.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She blinks as Surly upends the beer in Karl's lap. That...was not where drink was supposed to go.

Surly: ((waits to give Liv or Izzy a chance to prevent alcohol abuse. *L*))

Olivia Boehm: ((nope. *G*))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Just shrugs* Hey, the wurst are still on the house, right Mr. the Horrible?

Hagen: Hagen pauses at the use of the phone, his right eye actually twitches some and the scowl is obvious. "What was that?" he asks while leading her up the stairs and of course he's the first one to vanish from view.

Karl doesn't stop her but he seems about ready fly into action if she carries through with her little action, the meaty fist on the table top flexing some and with the beer getting poured the scowl deepens. "Thats no way to treat a good bear." and when he gets ready to swing he suddenly stops, and starts cursing up a storm in German.

Surly: *and dumps the beer. then hefts the glass consideringly* i don't give a shit if you people think i'm too cheap to by my own food. leave. you offend my delicate female sensibilities. *smirks*

Surly: *listens to the German and smirks. and replies in the same language. roughly returning his sentiments in very precise, almost clinical terms*

Felisa Espinosa: "Text message. I've got things to do you know, and just because you want to talk to me doesn't mean that my life doesn't go on," she said.

Felisa Espinosa: ::brb::

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *looks to Liv* Aren't they adorable?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A slight shaking of her head...this was starting to get ugly. She rises to her feet and makes her way over to the table, pausing there behind Karl, eyes lowering deferentially. "Sir...perhaps you might find a warmer reception at my table." A glance flicked to Surly behind Karl's back, and the slightest quirk of lips in amusement to her, before it flickers away.

Surly: *her smirk simply widens at Annika's hidden amusement*

Olivia Boehm: *She's entirely too focused on the pair going up the stairs to realize Izzy is talking to her, perched on the edge of her seat with one foot bouncing*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *pokes Olivia with a bony finger. More to see if she sips over*

Olivia Boehm: *She's on her feet with the poke, looking over at Izzy with a sheepish smile as she settles in again* What?

Hagen: And Karl blinks some at the German, and shakes his head with a bit of a chuckle. "I owe you an ass beating woman." he replies in German back. He does stand though and moves back to the bar to dry his lower extremities some.

Surly: *smirks* ~Ger~ any time, any place, pansy. always up for a brawl. *and calmly resumes eating. her goal accomplished*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: You look like you're about to pee yourself. I don' think we need ANOTHER yellow puddle under our table.

Surly: *peers at the seat of the chair* actually, it's more brown than yellow. almost black. Pop used to say that beer wasn't beer unless it was darker than the inside of an asshole.

Olivia Boehm: *Blinkblink* Oh. Um. No.

Olivia Boehm: That's some words of wisdom there, Sur. *Taking another drink of her beer*

Surly: *shrugs* wouldn't know. tried it once when i was a kid. didn't like it. never bothered with it again.

Felisa Espinosa: ::Okies, back and settled::

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: When Karl moves away, she steps aside to let him pass, then nods politely to those at the table before turning to make her way back to her own.

Surly: *nods shortly back to the woman, giving her a slight smirk*

Hagen: Karl looks to Annika and still seems a bit amused by Surly and her bolstering. Woman equal's can't fight to most of his kind and those damn Valkeries were just a fluke or something. "Thanks for the offer Annika." he says shaking his leg some.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: What, the inside of an asshole?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Of course, sir." A polite smile Karl's way, on the way back to her table, where she settles down.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: [I'm gonna split, have stuff to do. Catch you all later!]

Surly: *smirks at Karl, having a pretty good idea of the direction of his thoughts, then snickers to Izzy* no, beer. assholes, i'm familiar with on a dialy basis, being one myself.

Surly: ((*HUGS* take care, hun. *sktoc*))

Felisa Espinosa: "A friend. But that's none of your affair," she said, nodding. A cigarette was pulled out of her hoodie and lit with a flick of a bic. "Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me what this is about? What's wrong with Liv?"

Surly: *finishes off her strudel and leans back in her seat calmly, cupping her cider*

Novalee Van Zandt: She walks into the place. A deep breath of the smells of good food. She looks around.

Tell her she is beautiful and she knows you are yanking her chain. If the Viking myths are indeed true, she most assuredly looks the part of a Valkyrie. Her height not withstanding at a little over six feet tall, with blond hair that has been cut short, shaved on the back of her head, falling to her shoulders in front, a backwards layered cut which suits her well. She would be beautiful if not for the scars all over her body and face, which make her look if not a little intimidating. Preferring to wear jeans, steel toed boots, and t-shirts, with her leather jacket, lending to her intimidating looks, and giving her the air of a Valkyrie in the modern day. Two Sai's

Novalee Van Zandt: ((*Kicks Mouse and the copy function* minues the two Sai's part. from the DD thank you *S*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes slide over to the staircase, stopping there curiously with some interest as to what might be going on up there, then away to look over the room. Her posture is mostly calm and at ease, perhaps the slightest bit of tension there.

Surly: *glances over at Novalee, wondering if she got the scars honestly or what*

Hagen: The waitress of cours brings the Brats that Izzy ordered before her departure and Karl continues to watch mostly Surly now that she's given him a focus of his un directed anger for the moment.

Surly: *he's at the bar now. his anger doesn't bother hermuch. calmly nods to Izzy's brats* mind if i try one?

Novalee Van Zandt: Either she knows how to stop everything when entering a room or she just missed a whole lot of the action. Grey eyes move about the place. Moveing more inside and over to a table, taking a seat. That or everyone was just going to stare at the freak. She takes a menu and looks it over for the time being. A hand runing through her hair pulling it slightly back from her face.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over at Annika as she enters, vaguely remembering her from last night. Ahh, yes...the one the black man was looking over. She keeps her eyes on the woman a moment, nodding to her.

Novalee Van Zandt: She catches the nod from Annika, a moment to remember her, before she nods back.

Olivia Boehm: ((brb. work))

Novalee Van Zandt: Her eyes skin the other's in the place a moment before she orders, when someone comes to her table. 2 brats fully loaded, and a beer. Yeah if that will not get the digestive track moving nothing will. She shifts in the chair once her order is place the chair doing a nice creak as she does so, and leans back crossing her arms over her chest.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Ah, goody. I can send the sheet if there's a need. *phew*))

Surly: ((dinner. back in around 15-20, i hope.)) *grunts, rising* need to take a piss. back in a bit. *and heads for the ladies room*

Novalee Van Zandt: A supprised look hearing a woman say piss like that. She mutters more to her self than anything at anyone, as she runs a hand down her face. Shifting in her seat once more.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She rises from her seat, moving back to the bar and getting a glass of water. No beer for her...she's not a drinker.

Novalee Van Zandt: She watches Annika, water? Wasn't the saying 'when in rome do as the roman do'?She thanks the waitress when her beer is delivered. She takes a sip of it.

Hagen: "You could say that, but it is something else really. Just some people are supersitious really." he says with a half grin. "And I do thank you for coming up here to talk to a strange man."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A glance to Novalee again, head cocking curiously to the side, and she moves to sit down again after a brief, polite smile to Karl at the bar.

Novalee Van Zandt: She smiles to Annika, polite to the other woman. Another drink of her beer.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((BRB, all.))

Novalee Van Zandt: She tyhanks the waitress when her food is delivered. She leans over taking a deep breath and smiles, now that smelled good. Tucking her hair behind her ears she eats the brats with a fork and knife. Cutting big bites of it. She seems to have one healthy appitite.

Surly: *heads back to her table and settles into her chair, reaching for her cider and making a face, as it's gone cold. waves over the waitress for a fresh one*

Novalee Van Zandt: A glance to Surly when she walks back, but she once more focuses on her food. brats and kraut.

Surly: *eyes Novalee's scars again, vaguely curious. wondering what exactly caused them*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Back!)) She pauses a moment...it seems being alone has gotten the best of her. She rises and makes her way toward Surly & Olivia's table with slow but sure steps.

Hagen: Karl is sitting down on at the bar still and he smirks as he watches Surly, probably thinking of all the ways he'll break her.

Surly: *turns her attention to Annika, ignoring Karl so hard it'd be more obivous if she just stared at him*

Hagen: And Hagen of follows Felisa back down the stairs, letting the woman move ahead of him on the way down. Perhaps to check her out, or he doesn't trust her or something.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Good evening." She gives Surly a polite smile, inclining her head to the woman. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"

Novalee Van Zandt: She looks up seeing people walking down the stairs. She swallows and takes a drink of her beer. She might have to come back here.

Felisa Espinosa: And... she comes down the stairs.
Not even a rip in her hoodie or anything.
Imagine that.
Calmly, she looks at her phone, then goes to the table where Olivia just sat. The beer was gone, and she figured that the beer would be gone, but she does take her little cake. Felisa looked around at everyone, smiled, bit into her cake and walked out of Redbones.
They say God looks after the crazy ones.

Surly: *shrugs* nah, go ahead. don't sit in that chair. *nods to the beery one. uses her foot to push out another* i'm Surly. who're you?

Surly: *watches Felisa with both eyebrows raised*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes follow Felisa, a bit of a chill in the pal blue eyes, the proud tilt of her chin. She watches her leave, waiting until she is out of the door before looking back to Surly.

Surly: *shrugs* not often i meet someone with less manners than i have. *smirks after Felisa calmly,pondering some brats herself. or strudel. sips her fresh cider contemplatively*

Hagen: Hagen watches Felisa goes, and seems to scowl some that olivia isn't there. He just wanders over to Karl and whispers something to the man. Karl though seems twiterpaited on Surly, cracking his knuckles towards the woman like he is taunting her.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks back to Surly and smiles a bit. "Annika Brandt, Miss Surly." A hand comes out. "A pleasure."

Novalee Van Zandt: Yep, get' the feeling she missed something. Goes back to eating.

Felisa Espinosa: ((That was weird. *L* Bit of a snafu there... but it's all good. Off to somewhere safer, I think))

Olivia Boehm: ((is here. sorry. work went insane. must be halftime or something.))

Surly: *eyes the hand a moment, then remembers. manners shit again. bah. and shakes it. good, strong grip, although strangely perhaps--she doesn't try to break Annika's hand* nice distract there.

Madisen Stamper: A young girl, with shoulder length brunette hair, auburn streaks throughout and the saddest looking blue eyes, comes out from the kitchen area, dressed in a cook's uniform, carrying a tray out, looking down some.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you." She graciously nods her head, and moves to settle into a dry seat. A smile goes to Olivia, polite as well.

Surly: oh, yeah. that's Livvy. *eyes Annika* what do you do?

Surly: *glances over at the kid. huh. child labor laws not work around here or what....an eyebrow arching slightly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She sets her hands in her lap...a quick flick of her eyes to Madisen, then back to Surly. "I am attending school at Columbia University, currently."

Hagen: Hagen spots Olivia again and motions the girl over to him and Karl. Karl lets out a sigh since the woman isn't biting and turns his gaze to Olivia. WOrk now, fun later.

Novalee Van Zandt: A raise of an eyebrow at the young girl. Maybe she just looked young, like she herself looked disfigured. She leans back letting the food digest and sipping at the beer.

Olivia Boehm: ((*staples tag*)) *Half a nod to Annika as she comes back from her clearly involved daydream* I'm going to get another beer. I'll be right back. *Standing*

Surly: what're you studying? *pushes back some of that aqua hair and flashes Karl a sidelong glance, smirking. sometimes it's even more fun to play the waiting game than it is to get all up and in someone's face. her grin widening slightly as she looks back to Annika*

Surly: *nods to Livvy* can you order me some brats while you're up there? they smell good.

Lurker: (open?)

Madisen Stamper: She looks to be maybe in her mid-teens or so and spotting Hagen, she lets out the faintest of sighs and settles herself down to a seat by herself for now.

Olivia Boehm: Sure. *Flashing a quick smile at Surly before heading for the counter*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "As of now, I am doing general studies. I am finding International Studies and Psychology to be points of interest, however."

Surly: *nods to Livvy, then arches a brow at the kid again*

Hagen: (Sure)

Surly: what's international studies about? *smirks* i teach, myself.

Hagen: Hagen moves in near Olivia as she comes up to order the food and stuff. "About your friend." he says while leaning in closer to whisper to Olivia.

Novalee Van Zandt: Eyes looking around. A crack of her neck before she starts in on the rest of her food.

Olivia Boehm: *She leans in to listen to Hagen, fishing her ringing phone out of her pocket*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "International relations. Diplomacy, politics, and the foreign affairs of and relations among states within the international system."

Hagen: Hagen gives her a warning look about that ringing phone, then leans back in.

Madisen Stamper: Everything on her plate is neatly arranged, and she seems to eat it carefully and in a bit of a pattern. Two bites, a drink, two bites of another item, a drink as she goes clockwise around the plate.

Surly: heh. *smirks* soudns like a course of study i'd fail in. *a short chuckle* try the cider here. it's good.

Surly: *eyes the kid again. she eats like a robot. weird*

Hagen: Karl watches Olivia and Hagen, looking back to Surly and grits his teeth some as those violent little thoughts play out in his head.

Olivia Boehm: *Phone set on the counter, unanswered. She listens, then shakes her head* Seriously?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A brief, deflecting nod from the woman. "Perhaps later. I do not generally drink much alcohol, but I shall try it at some point." She turns her gaze from Surly to follow the other woman's eyes to Madisen, then back.

Madisen Stamper: For a brief moment, the sad blue eyes peer up and look at the room, careful not to catch any one's looks and if she does, she looks back quickly to her plate and lowers her head more.

Hagen: "Seriously. Have any sleeping pills?" he asks her rather plainly.

Novalee Van Zandt: Now the guy at the bar looks like he wants a good fight, the kid, strange, Surly and Annika, they seem almost normal in this place. Slowely eats her food. Taking a sip of the beer every now and then.

Surly: heh. it's soft cider. i don'tdrink booze at all. *smirks* you aren't sick or anything, are you? no colds, flu, whatever? *nods toward the kid* eats wierd.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "No, I am not ill. Why do you ask, Miss Surly?" Her head tilts to the side, curiously.

Surly: *pushes her drink over to the woman* then you can have a taste. *a blink* i'm not sick, either, by the way.

Olivia Boehm: No... I don't even know her that well. We just keep kind of running into eachother.

Madisen Stamper: She eats wierd and doesn't even finish everything on her plate either. Only about half of it. Setting the fork down next to the plate, she sips again from the mug with cider in it.

Surly: *keeps the kid under casual observation, cracking her neck absently*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Ahh, I see." She nods to Surly, a slight grateful smile, and she picks up the mug, taking a sip. She hands it back with a wider smile. "Quite good. I am impressed. So what do you teach?"

Hagen: "Damn. There goes the easy way." and he shrugs is shoulder some. "Good thing I like it the hard way." and then looks to Karl and how he is looking at Surly and just rolls his eyes some before looking back to Olivia. "You be careful, and on your toes."

Surly: *nods* told you it was good. i teach fighting. specifically, self-defense. *smirks* i tend to favor the fun tricks whenever possible.

Novalee Van Zandt: Finishing off her food, and the beer, she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out money to cover the bill and a nice tip. Leaving the money on the table. More used to midwestern cities where you can do that. She stands up, and pushes the chair back in, before turning to leave.

Olivia Boehm: Okay... Yeah. Always. *Looking over at Surly quickly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Self-defense." That draws a look of interest. "What do you mean by fun tricks?"

Surly: *watches the scarred women head out, then shrugs to Annika* the dirty ones. they're the fun ones. *chuckles* after all, the whole point of fighting in self-defense is to survive, right? so if you hold back and be all dainty and chivalrous, you will probably lose. because your opponent will probably not play nicely.

Novalee Van Zandt: She puts her hands in her pockets as she leaves. ((Thanks all for the scene))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods at that, obviously agreeing. "Would you be willing to take on another student or two, Miss Surly? My sister and I may be interested in learning, if you are not too busy with your current students."

Madisen Stamper: Finally, she stands up and takes her tray back into the kitchen area.

Hagen: Hagen continues to sit there for a few moments to give time for Olivia to say something else, and if not then he heads back upstairs.

Karl though doesn't seem intent to leave as he stays in his spot and tilts his head some while watching Surly. Rubbing his hands together some. Did he just lick his lips?

Surly: *watches the kid witha small frown, then gives Annika a long once-over* that would depend. frankly, i'm picky. adn i'm good enough to be picky. you and she want it, i'll give you a test like i would anyone else and then we'll see. you got any experience to date?

Alice Newcomb: The girl is thin but athletic looking with a dark tan and wheat blonde hair. Her features are regular... pretty, with an oval face and pale blue eyes. She tends to wear whatever the latest style is, to fit in and of course to look cool. Her clothes are new, all yuppie brand names. A warm coat beats back the winter chill. She looks to be in her teens, at the dangerous height of puberty.

Alice Newcomb: *walks into the restaurant*

Surly: *and the newcomer, the fashion-concious breeding-age thing, gets a faint scowl*

Alice Newcomb: d10: per + alert: 4,8,9,2,2,6,5,

Madisen Stamper: The girl comes out once more, this time wearing an apron and has a large plastic container with a rag laying over the side of it (the kind that people use at restaurants to clean tables off with and put dishes in to). She definitely looks awkward as she moves with it and carries it from table to table as she clears away dishes and cleans off tables around the place.

Alice Newcomb: Looks around. Ew, an old person is scowling at her. Checks to see if her fly is open.

Surly: *scowls at Alice again for good measure, then watches the kid* huh. she even old enough to work? *mutters under her breath*

Alice Newcomb: Deliberately gives Surly a bright smile, and waves.

Surly: *and flips off the grinning breeder*

Alice Newcomb: *Flips her the birdie right back as she settles at a table and sets her backpack on the floor.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I have been given some training by my family," she says with a nod. "Much more in the way of hand-to-hand weapons and firearms training then non-weapon combat. Which is why I am wishing to expand my horizons in this respect. I have learned there is much more here in the city that is easier to fend off without weapons then with them." She glances up to Alice as she comes in, looking her over.

Madisen Stamper: In that bizarre odd pattern of earlier with eating, the way she moves around Redbones seems apparent too to those who might be watching her. Surly's table seems to be the next stop, which the girl approaches as non-unobtrusive as she can try. Setting the plastic container down, she asks, "Can I clear these away for you, ma'am?" voice wavering slightly and not quite looking up at her face.

Olivia Boehm: ((*haaates working Sundays*)) *She gathers the beer and brats for both of them, and heads back to the table*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks to Madisen as she comes over, giving her a gracious nod of acknowledgment.

Surly: *smirks at Alice, then nods to Annika* sounds good. although, what you know isn't the point of testing. but what i look for is something you'll have to figure out on your own. two choices for payment--private lessons, or join First Defense and if you pass my test, the lessons get paid for already because you'd be a member. *eyes the kid* yeah, whatever. how old are you?

Alice Newcomb: Gives Ann a friendly smile, then waves at Livvy.

Madisen Stamper: She blinks, seeming confused by the question. "F...fif...tttteen..." she stammers.

Olivia Boehm: Hey. *Waving to Alice after she puts the food down*

Surly: *wrinkles her nose at Madisen* the fuck you doing working long enough to have a meal break? thought that was against child labor laws or some shit. *not that she's precisely up on those, being militantly without spawn*

Surly: *nods to Livvy and drags over her brats, digging in*

Karl: Karl takes special interest in Madisen talking with Surly and orders up a beer. Beer and frustration make for a great combination.

Surly: *and keeps ignoring the barbarian wannabe. it's fun to annoy people*

Madisen Stamper: "Bbbeg, parrdon?" sad blue eyes looking up for a moment and blinking quite confused.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "How much are private lessons? I doubt that we have the money to join First Defense."

Surly: labor laws. they restrict how long someone underage can legally work, and when they can. *blinks to Madi* you gotta have parental permission and stuff.

Madisen Stamper: Those big blue eyes start to water up at the mention of parents, she swallows hard. "I don't have any parents," she says very quietly. "I...I....I'm hhhhelping....uncle...Hhhhagen."

Alice Newcomb: Gets up and moves to Livvy's table. "Mind if I join you?"

Surly: i forget how much it costs to do that. *shrugs to Annika* lessons privately are fifty for the pair of you. each lesson. unless you've got skills i can use. like, you know something i want to learn, or you can make something i can't and have a use for. got a student right now who can make me more rings, for example. *holding up a fist full of them for Annika's perusal. not quite close enought to be threatening her*

Olivia Boehm: Have a seat. What's up? You and Domi have a good time?

Alice Newcomb: Settles into the seat across from her. "Yeah, he showed me his shop and I started some designs for his Tbird."

Surly: *scowls at Alice, then blinks at Madi* he know about labor laws and shit? *nose wrinkling a tad at the waterworks* how'd your folks die? *senstive, she is not*

Alice Newcomb: Sticks her tongue out at Surly.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I am not sure what services I could offer...I will discuss it with my sister. If she does not wish to, but I do, what would be the cost for one?"

Madisen Stamper: Blinks a few more times, taking up some dishes to make herself busy. "They....were.....ummmm...doing their...duty....ummmmm. Labor laws....?"

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over to Alice at her table, nodding briefly. "Hello, by the way."

Olivia Boehm: Cool. It's coming together nice, isn't it? You see the welds on the back quarter panels? I did those. *Flashing a quick smile as she takes a drink of her beer, tone never changing* So are you trying to get with him?

Karl: "Madi, don't disturb the customers." he calls from his seat to the girl. "Thos dishes won't clean themselves you know."

Madisen Stamper: "Oh shit....." she mutters in German. She straightens up when Karl says that. "I...I...need to go now, ma'am."

Surly: *levels a long, cold look at Alice* you want to keep that attached, you keep it in your mouth. next time i see it, i'm going to slam my fist underneath your jaw, you see. *quite calm. then nods to Annika* sounds fair to me. i'll give you a card. and lessons for just one would be twenty-five. *reaches into her coat for a card*

Alice Newcomb: "Hey." Gives Ann a wave, then looks at Livvy. "You did those? Cool! I'd kinda like to but, don't wanna... you know. Step on your territory or anything."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods and reaches over with a slim, pale hand to take the card.

Olivia Boehm: *She shrugs a shoulder* We're just sleeping together. Not like we're hooked up.

Alice Newcomb: Scowls at Surly. "Bite me."

Alice Newcomb: "Oh." Blinks. "Ooooooh."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She raises an eyebrow at Livvy's comment, a faint frown marring attractive Aryan features.

Surly: *glances over to Karl, speaking in clear, presice German* if she were disturbing me, id've already told her to leave. you just can't handle anything with tits, can you? or is it simply that you can't handle someone your own size, so you gotta pick on something that you think can't fight back?

Madisen Stamper: She gulps, plates clattering as she tries to get away from the possible pending little argument.

Surly: *gives Alice a wide, savage grin* nah. you're probably diseased. but i'll be happy to beat the snot out of you, you little brat.

Surly: *watches Madi go with a faint frown and a headshake*

Karl: He chuckles some while watching Surly and Madison, speaking in German right back to her. "Oh, I can handle you just fine and I think you'll fight just fine for my taste." he says and then shrugs with a look to Madison. "She's got to work through their greif some how. The sooner she puts it behind her the better."

Alice Newcomb: "Weren't you just telling him to pick on someone his own size? What a hypocrite."

Olivia Boehm: So. I don't care if you're involved with him too. *Trying to steer Alice's attention back away from Surly*

Madisen Stamper: She finds the next table to clean, wiping a bit at her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

Alice Newcomb: "Naa, it wouldn't be right. I'm still gonna paint his car though."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She frowns and rises. The conversations are going in directions she is not liking. "Good day, Miss Surly." She nods to her, and moves away from the table. She doesn't address the others.

Surly: *shrugs to Karl, speaking in German again* everyone works through their issues in their own way. being a bully isn't necessarily the way to go about it, idiot. *and looks to Alice, switching back to English* no, i told him that he can'thandle someone his own size, so he needs to pick on someone who can. *smirks to Alice* see, the diff here is that the dish chick there wasn't doing anything. you, however, are. you push me at all, i retaliate. now, you're heading into a certain zone here. it's called the "about to have to put your money where your mouth is" zone. i'll translate that for you. it means, you keep on being mouthy when you're sitting at my table, and i'm going to teach you why you should respect your elders.

Surly: *nods to Annika* give me a call if you decide you want to set up a test for you or both of you.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I most certainly will." She gives the woman a polite smile, then moves away from the table.

Alice Newcomb: "I'm not sitting at your table. Did you forget to take your meds this morning or what?"

Madisen Stamper: She's still close enough to hear the conversation going on, making her all that more nervous and she breaks a dish trying to get into into the plastic bucket. That is followed by a quiet German cussing as she starts to pick up the pieces from the floor.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Alice, Livvy, Surly, and Annika are all sitting at the table you sat down at.))

Karl: "Poor a beer on her!" he says from across the room with a hoot and a grin. "Hell, dump two!"

Fangwulf: ((Open?))

Alice Newcomb: ((Oh, my bad. Missed that was German. Dlp the post about picking on someone your own size.))

Surly: *arches an eyebrow* let's see here. Livvy's sitting here. i'm sitting here. and you're sitting here. i got here well before you did. ergo, i have prior claim to this table. so i'd say, brat, that you are indeed sitting at my table. now, you want to start acting like a real person, do so. otherwise, go elsewhere. *nods to Annika* cool.

Olivia Boehm: You should. *Nodding, sooooo not wanting a fight here* So why do you want me to stay away from your cousin? *Glancing to Surly with a pleading look*

Alice Newcomb: ((Ooooh, I thought Livvy was sitting alone. *L* Thanks Ann. Come on in Fangy!))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She moves her way over to Madisen, dropping into a garceful crouch to help her pick up the pieces of plate. ~Ger~ "Please, allow me to help." Her voice with the teen is soft, even a little motherly. She gives the girl a warm smile.

Surly: *smirks to Karl* Livvy'd be annoyed if i steal her beer. heh. ((NP, Alice, and sure thing, Fang!))

Alice Newcomb: Looks at Livvy and points at Surly. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Surly: *watches Madi for a moment. not bad in the cussing field. earns brownie points, just a few. then catches Livvy's look* what? *eats another bite of brat*

Surly: ((*L* the bratWURST, that is....not Alice. *G*))

Alice Newcomb: ((*LOL* Shouldn't have said: bite me!))

Surly: ((*giggles and snaps teeth*))

Karl: He promptly gets to beers and takes them over to Surly, plopping them down infront of her before he moves back out of dumping range. "Problem solved." he says as if calling her bluff.

Olivia Boehm: She's going to train me.

Alice Newcomb: Looks up at Karl. "Hey, could I get a dog and a beer please?"

Surly: *smirks to Karl and picks up the beers* so, brat. you going to start acting like a real person instead of spoiled baby, or, do i get to give you a bath? they say that beer makes your hair shiny. guess it'd work on any hair,not just the stuff on your head.

Alice Newcomb: "Train you to what?"

Arlett (ooc) : (*Cant resist it any more, takles and hugzes people while thinks how to get icly.. then goes quiet*))

Alice Newcomb: Looks at Surly. "Are you just always this bitchy, or did you take special ed classes?"

Olivia Boehm: Fight. So what's with your cousin?

Surly: *sighs and shakes her head slightly. and for the second time in this place, attemtps to dump a beer on someone's lap* i see you've picked door number two.

Surly: *the other beer she holds in reserve, just waiting for an excuse to dump it, too.*

Alice Newcomb: "You gotta be kidding me?" Looks from Livvy to Surly and back.

Karl: Karl looks to Alice. "You can kiss my ass, I don't work here but if you want to work out a deal I'm sure we can find a uniform to fit your tinny ass."

Alice Newcomb: d10: dex + ath: 4,3,4,7,1,1,

Alice Newcomb: And totally misses trying to slap the beer away.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: And, as it seems that Madisen has the situation in hand or is not paying attention to Annika crouched next to her, she shrugs and stands, heading out of Redbones.

Surly: *smirks at Alice* we have one more beer if you want to stay mouthy, brat. after that, it's time to get serious. *sets down the empty mug, still holding the full one, and cracks the knuckles on her free hand. making sure the heavy, pointed rings glint*

Madisen Stamper: She smiles to Annika, but a small one, which is a lot for her. "Thank you, miss...." in German. "Don't want to get in trouble..." Though when she catches the beer dumping in the lap, she lets out a small giggle and looks back down embarrassed.

Olivia Boehm: Alice!

Alice Newcomb: Where is a supersoaker 5000 when you need one? Looks from Karl to Surly. "You two must be related."

Alice Newcomb: Grabs a handful of napkins and dabs her lap. "What? She started it!"

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((DLP))

Madisen Stamper: ((Sorry about that. I got distracted in ICQ for a moment))

Karl: Karl can't help but laugh at that. Course, his pants are just finally starting to dry from the beer that was dumped into his lap previously by the woman.

Alice Newcomb: Looks back at the giggler and rolls her eyes.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "It's all right," she says to Madisen, nodding to her. ~Ger~ "We all drop things from time. I've cost my family full dinnerware sets during my time with them." She helps Madisen get the plate peices picked up, and smiles to her. ~Ger~ "I'm Annika."

Joshua Coil: *He walks in, rather relaxed today. Jeans, and a blue tee shirt, leather jacket over his shoulders. No real fear, though his head remains lowered, slightly. A good place to pick a fight, possibly.*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 9,6,5,2,9,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((It's cool. *S*))

Surly: *smirks again to Alice* no, you did. you sat down here. *flashes Livvy a look for inviting the brat*

Alice Newcomb: (Any condiments on the tables? Like squirty bottles full of ketchup and mustard?)

Olivia Boehm: Just.... don't, okay?

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~"I'm Madisen. I just don't like the fighting right now," she says sadly. "I had a big fight with my parents and I told my poppa I hated him and wished him dead and he died the next day. I'm bad luck and a jinx."

Terrence London: He tip-taps on the door, then opens it, his white cane tapping in front of him. Tall and lanky, he is virtually a beanpole but with some sinewy muscle to save him from weakling status. He hovers between plain and attractive, his long face drawn in times of stress and animated with a manic energy when free. He has ordinary brown eyes beneath arched dark eyebrows (presently concealed behind dark glasses), his light brown hair long to his shoulders and generally limp and uninteresting. He appears to be in his mid-20s. [http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Terrence.jpg]

Olivia Boehm: *Half a scowl back at Surly* Be fucking adults. Both of you.

Joshua Coil: *At least it smells of meat in here. He snorts. Christ. Now he's starting to think like one of the more savage tribes. He takes a quick look around, lifting his head. Of course he doesn't meet many people's eyes. Annika is given a respectful lowering of his head, as is anyone with pure blood.*

Terrence London: He taps slowly along, finding where chair legs and people are.

Karl: (Nope, german food and ketchup/mustard?)

Joshua Coil: *He snorts, and moves out of the way for the blind guy. Not ... rude, not disrespectful, simply surprised.*

Surly: *smirks to Livvy* i don't like children. children make me nauseous. and i will not tolerate some strange brat planting her ass down at my table and sticking out her tongue, or insulting me. be glad i've kept my temper, or she'd be in the process of getting her scrawny ass kicked.

Alice Newcomb: "What, you want me ta just sit here and take her crap?"

Joshua Coil: *Now THERE'S a familiar voice. He smirks, and heads towards Surly's voice. And speaking of ass kicking.*

Surly: *catches a glimpse of movement near the door and flicks a brief glance over. nods at Josh. eyes the blind dude*

Terrence London: The snort gives him a momentary pause, but he moves on. At least it was an auditory clue of someone nearby. He taps at a chair at an empty table. "Is this table available?" he asks quietly of the vacant space. Receiving no reply, he feels for the chair seat and sits down.

Olivia Boehm: Yes, Alice. That's exactally what I want you to do.

Alice Newcomb: ((Probably just as well, for Alice's sake. *c*))

Surly: alternatively, you can find another table. *points out to Alice*

Alice Newcomb: Rolls her eyes at Livvy.

Karl: Karl the viking wanabe with a red braided beard is standing semi close to Surly but still not close enough to get a beer dumped on him. His arms are crossed over his barrel like chest and he has a rather ammused face right now compared to the 'i wana pluck a pucky little thing' look from earlier.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Alice momentarily. Does he recognize the girl? Probably hasn't met her. And then a look back to Surly.* I'm surprised you haven't kicked her ass yet. *That growly, horrid voice escapes from his mouth.*

Terrence London: He relaxes, assuming that waitstaff will eventually arrive.

Joshua Coil: *Karl doesn't get a look. Not his type.*

Alice Newcomb: Flips off Surly.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((And now it was my turn...phone call. :P)) ~Ger~ "I don't like the fighting, either." She gives the girl a sympathetic look. ~Ger~ "You are not jinxed, Madisen. Everyone says things they don't mean. It is not your fault your father died. Mine died not so long ago, too."

Olivia Boehm: Alice! Come on. Please?

Surly: give it a few, Josua. i'm getting the feeling that the brat here doesn't have the sense to shut the fuck up. sit down, if you can fidn a dry chair. *gives Karl a sly smirk*

Alice Newcomb: Yeesh, what's with his voice. He sounds like he's been gargling broken glass. Looking up at Joshua.

Joshua Coil: *He looks around, and shrugs. Finding one that's wet, and drying it off with someone else's napkin. He's not exactly here to make any friends either.*

Surly: *and she aims to give Alice another beer bath. quite calmly.*

Alice Newcomb: Livvy> "I didn't say anything!"

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~"I'm sorry for your loss too." She shrugs about it not being her fault; as she stands back up, unconsciously tensing at the conversation going on around them. "Thank you for your help, Annika."

Joshua Coil: *Though he does avoid the spray of beer directed towards Alice before he places the chair and sits down.*

Olivia Boehm: *Reaching out, grabbing Surly's wrist* Enough.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Olivia with a sharp gaze.* I'd let her go.

Alice Newcomb: "Fuck this, I'm outta here. Later Livvy." Shoving back out of beer range, and snagging her backpack.

Karl: He grins more as he watches her. "Good to go!" he cheers Surly on. "That's worth the mess." he says to her while watching her and glances to Joshua for a moment.

Surly: *eyes narrow at Livvy* i would, too, if you'd like to stay unbroken for a few more days. *voice gone soft and silky. and a small, unpleasant smile beginning to form on her lips*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "You are most welcome, Madisen." She rises with Madisen, putting a warm, comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. Probably the most warmth anyone in the city's seen from Annika, aside from her own sister. ~Ger~ "Should you wish my help, or to talk, I am often around. You can contact me via my dormitory room's phone number." Yes, she's gotten at least comfortable enough to have a phone in her room. ~Ger~ "Hagen-rhya has it."

Terrence London: His head is bowed as he listens to the murmur - or shriek/shout in some cases - of voices around him. When he senses a glass of water put on the table before him, he smiles in the vague direction of the waitstaff. "Thank you," he says in a quiet, Southern voice. "What are your specials today?"

Joshua Coil: She's left marks on ME that took a while to heal, *he assures Livvy with a rather unpleasant scowl.*

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~Thank you very much for your kindness. I can ask him for it later." She gives another very small smile, but still not enough to show her big white teeth when she's normally not miss doom and gloom.

Alice Newcomb: *Storms out of the restaurant.*

Olivia Boehm: Shut up. *Thrown in the direction of Joshua, though she doesn't look away from Surley* Put it the fuck down.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smiles to Madisen and moves away from her, letting her get back to work. ~Ger~ "Good afternoon, Madisen."

Joshua Coil: *And that makes an unpleasant growl erupt from his voice, at Livvy's order. His eyes narrow. Fingers curl on the table.*

Alice Newcomb: ((Thanks gang! *kapoofs*))

Joshua Coil: d10: Manip+Int: 2,4,8,5,9,

Karl: Karl watches Alice go and then sighs, needs more entertainment. Haven't had a good fight in here in a week. He looks to Surly for a moment and grins some to her before returning to his seat at the bar. Telling one of hte wait staff to get a mob and shit for hte mess before it grows.

Surly: ((welcome!))

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~"Good afternoon, Annika. Thank you."

Terrence London: His head follows Alice, presumably hearing her stomp off. He returns attention to the waitstaff. "The bratwurst sandwich and a dark ale of some kind. I am not choosy. Thank you."

Surly: *smirks to Livvy and jerks her beer arm towards herself while letting the fist of her free hand shoot toward Livvy*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "You're welcome." She looks back around the bar, the reserved gentility returning, posture straightening out some as she takes everything in.

Surly: d10: dex/brawl : 5,5,4,7,4,10,1,2,

Surly: d10: reroll : 2,

Madisen Stamper: Looking back around the place, she calculates quietly how many tables it'll be again and about how much time it'll take for her to get back the Surly's table, which is next to her, hoping that maybe by then things will have calmed so she can get that beer cleaned up.

Surly: d10: dmg: 4,8,8,

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~"Oh shit..." she sighs, moving quickly to the next table needing cleaning.

Terrence London: He is somewhat facing the brawling table, but his face bears no expression, blind eyes lost behind the dark glasses.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses as she sees Surly through a punch at Livvy, tensing slightly. Not that she's adverse to the idea of the woman being punched, but...brawl. In a place with beer. Could get ugly.

Olivia Boehm: d10: dex, dodge: 6,2,2,7,

Olivia Boehm: *It's certainly not the first bar fight she's seen. Or been in, for that matter. The switch isn't anything new for her, and she leans to the side so as to not catch the punch straight in the face*

Joshua Coil: ((*Aaaand watches as the intimidation roll is duly ignored*))

Terrence London: He starts to sing in a quiet, deep voice "O Susannah."

Surly: *smirks lightly and simply jerks her held arm toward herself* ((unless it's time for init. holding the jerking roll until i find out.))

Terrence London: d10: char + perform: 1,1,2,9,4,

Terrence London: He is off tempo, severely so. Mercifully, he stops singing after a few lines.

Madisen Stamper: Continues further away from the table, cleaning up dishes and wiping the tables.

Madisen Stamper: (from the table with the fighting)

Olivia Boehm: ((*beats connection*))

Surly: ((*listens to the crickets*))

Joshua Coil: *He does take a step back from the table, however, giving Surly more room to fight. Lucky bitch.*

Terrence London: He turns his head to 'look' at the vacant seat beside him. "Cochanies," he says with a weary sigh. Shakes his head. "Coos cochanies."

Terrence London: ~no Southern accent~

Terrence London: He clears his throat and carefully reaches for his water to take a drink.

Dara : *peering inside the doorway at first before she gets ushered in by some other people wanting to get inside, she rubs at her arms and shivers, trying to will the cold from outside away, wearing a slight black dress on the petite frame, bruisedred lips and kohl lined eyes ( http://www.vampirefreaks.com/pics/vinyldemon/be6.gif , pm for full descrip)*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Am paused until I know if it's init or not. Not that she's getting involved necessarily, just don't want to mass post while the table is stuck behind. *S*))

Olivia Boehm: ((init? yes or no? i got lost in all of the getting punted offline))

Karl: ((Olivia, and is she still holding surly's hand/wrist?))

Surly: d10: init: 3,

Surly: ((10, just in case we do need it.))

Olivia Boehm: ((yes. hold and dodge))

Olivia Boehm: d10: init: 6,

Karl: Karl is just holding his action, watching them.

Olivia Boehm: ((11))

Dara : *dara stays by the door watching the action from afar, but wanting to stay inside to get warm again*

Joshua Coil: d10: Init: 2,

Joshua Coil: ((10; holding action.))

Joshua Coil: *He remains wary, a step back from the table, watching the two girls.* Let her go, *he growls, to Olivia.*

Surly: *just yanks her arm, trying to draw Livvy closer*

Surly: d10: str: 5,7,2,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She also holds her action, waiting to see what transpires.

Olivia Boehm: *Throwing a punch with her free hand, hoping to Gaia and anyone else listening that it's a good one*

Olivia Boehm: d10: dex, brawl (WP): 6,5,9,5,9,

Surly: d10: soak: 6,3,2,2,

Olivia Boehm: d10: damage: 2,7,6,7,4,

Joshua Coil: I said that's ENOUGH! *he roars, so that Olivia CAN'T ignore him. again.*

Dara : *ok, warmth could be found elsewhere, the next chance she gets, she darts out the door rubbing at her arms still*(gone)

Surly: *grunts as the punch connects and lets loose with another one of her own*

Surly: d10: d/b: 2,9,6,8,5,5,7,9,

Surly: d10: dmg: 6,9,9,9,7,6,4,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She jumps as Joshua roars his words, and takes a step back from the situation, a hand going into her handbag automatically. Her posture has become tense, dropped into a power position. She knows some combat, it seems. She holds there for now. A situation between two kin, she could maybe defuse. An angry Trueborn is a different matter.

Joshua Coil: d10: Manip+Intim(WP): 4,9,7,3,9,

Olivia Boehm: d10: soak: 4,4,

Surly: ((ignore those rolls please, rerolling.))

Olivia Boehm: ((when the hell did she ignore him before?)) *She knows the tone, if not the voice. Half of her attention goes toward the bellow, which is never good in a fight*

Joshua Coil: ((Prior Manip+Intim roll. Was ignored.))

Surly: d10: d/b again (WP!!): 7,3,3,9,3,5,6,5,

Surly: d10: dmg (+ for rings): 3,9,4,9,5,6,

Olivia Boehm: ((didn't even see it. sorry. kindly nudge me next time, as i don't just ignore people))

Joshua Coil: ((I posted another reminder that it was up there OOCly. But is all right.))

Olivia Boehm: *That's going to bruise. And swell. And, well, the crunching bone sound is never good. She's caught squarely when her eyes flicker to Joshua, yowling when she's hit*

Surly: *and unless her wrist is released, Surly cocks back for a third attempt at a punch, lovely face hard and oddly detached. as if she's merely attmepting to remove a flea*

Joshua Coil: You too, *he snaps to Surly.* Back the fuck off. you got a temper to burn, burn it with me.

Surly: *grunts to Josh and holds her punch* she gets her hand off me, she doesn't get hit again. simple as that.

Karl: Karl clears his throat some at Joshua, giving him a bit of a cocked redish brow at the demand. "And here I was looking forward to more of an ass beating going on."

Joshua Coil: Let go, *he snaps to Olivia, at that.* I haven't had any coffee today, so it's very likely I'll hit a woman without regretting it. And I don't hold back like Surly here.

Olivia Boehm: *She lets go of the girl's wrist with a tiny shove, the heel of her hand going to the split skin above her broken cheekbone* Fucking psychotic cunt.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Karl's words, and arches an eyebrow himself.* They have a mess to clean up, they can do it outside where they won't attract attention. ((And if he's got PB, as no one clarified that for me, he'll add a 'sir' at the end of that.))

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 1,7,3,9,6,

Joshua Coil: *He notices Annika as well, in defense mode.* I have it covered, ma'am. *Of course misunderstanding the need for her tension.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She remains in that stance, though her hand does move from her bag, coming out empty. She watches the situation closely.

Madisen Stamper: She gasps hearing such language like that, dropping a plate a few tables near by.

Surly: *smirks to Livvy* that's what you get for inviting that brat to the table without checking to see if she was wanted by the rest of the people here. it's akin to being invited to stay over at someone's house, and bringing a guest along without making sure your host doesn't mind first. *and picks up her cold cider for a sip*

Surly: *glances to Madi, an eyebrow arching slightly* brats're good and greasy. makes sdishes slick. *notes calmly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I see that," she mutters, more to herself then anyone else.

Joshua Coil: *He grunts, and sits down.* Besides, if she gets into a fight and I don't, m'gonna get really pissed.

Madisen Stamper: The girl smiles slightly to Surly, as she nods, and quickly dives to the floor again to start cleaning up the mess.

Karl: Karl just laughs at Joshua, and there isn't any real sign of Pure Breed in the man but a hint of anger and range flash through his eyes and something Coil said. "Bloodshed is a way of life, and Olivia has alot of learning to do."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A sigh as Madisen gasps and drops the plate. She forces herself to relax, and makes her way directly over to the teen, going into the softer, motherly mode for the girl. Get the younger ones out of the way. That's her goal.

Olivia Boehm: Etiquette lessons from somebody who throws beer in people's laps? *Snorting softly* So where the hell is your school?

Surly: *smirks to Josh* we can spar after you have some coffee, if you want. *chuckles faintly and casually tosses a handful of napkins onto the beer chair to soak up some of the mess*

Madisen Stamper: Mutters in German about language like that and that she'd been eating a bar of soap right about now for that, while dumping pieces of the plate into the bucket.

Joshua Coil: Not against HER, *he assures Karl.* And not in public.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She kneels down to help Madisen once more. ~Ger~ "I really don't like the fighting, either," she intones quietly, flashing the girl a small smile.

Surly: *eyes Livvy somberly* i don't think you'd make a good student after all. *shakes her head* it's glaringly obvious that you don't have anything remotely like respect, and i don't think you're solid enough to actually follow through with anything. i train fighters. i teach people strength. i do not train people who i think are going to go out directly and misuse my teaching.

Surly: *attempts to flag down a waitress. although, whether one'll have the courage to come over at this point is a big if. to try and get Josh some coffee*

Madisen Stamper: ~Ger~"Thank you again."

Karl: He chuckles again at Joshua and shrugs his shoulders. "We needed some excitement." and then nods a little while watching Surly and Olivia for a moment. Seeming to consider what is being said.

Olivia Boehm: *Her jaw sets, and she bites back her first response. And her second. This is the price, Liv. You got what you wanted. This is what it costs* I see. *She nods slightly, first to Surly, then to Joshua* Goodnight. *Grabbing her coat, and heading for the door*

Surly: *nods to Livvy calmly* try not to die. *finishes off her cider*

Karl: A watiress does go over to her, its just what they do afterall and they are used to the rough sort of customers.

Olivia Boehm: Not likely. *And she's gone* ((thanks guys *waves and runs off to be demony*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "As I said before. You are most welcome." She looks up to Olivia, Joshua and Surly, eyes tracking Livvy as she moves to the door.

Joshua Coil: *He orders a coffee. Not an irish coffee, not a beer. feed the addiction first. No liquoring up.*

Surly: *nods toward Josh* he needs coffee, fast. *smirks* he's a coffee diabetic. he may go into a coma if he doesn't replace some of the blood in his caffeine system with java soon.

Madisen Stamper: They are both able to get it cleaned up pretty quickly. Once more she stands up, and lets out a relieved sigh.

Surly: *idly watches Madi and Annika*

Joshua Coil: Or maybe, *He says, idly, to Karl.* You're looking for a bit of combat yourself?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She puts a hand on the table, rising to her feet, and moves the hand to Madisen's shoulder, smiling a little to her. She turns toward the door...a brief nod to Karl, then Joshua, then Surly, before she starts to walk. Proper, sincere deference is shown the two men, Surly gets simple respect.

Joshua Coil: *But he does nod in agreement with Surly.* It's true.

Madisen Stamper: "Good night, Annika."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Good night, Madisen."

Surly: *nods to Annika, flashing her a vague salute-wave sort of thign. for once not giving her favorite sort of wave. smirks to Josh* if i ever find a legal personal IV set up for dripping caffeine into someone's veins directly, i'm buying it for you.

Karl: "I owe Surly for a crotch wetting, but I figure your both pretty tough sounding." he says with a little smile. He does nod to Annika though as she makes her way out.

Joshua Coil: *Annika gets much respect from him. Head lowered.* Good night, ma'am.

Surly: *snickers to Karl* hey--you saw the brat response. sit down uninvited, you get wet more than likely. *considers a moment, then pushes out another chair with her foot* siddown. cop a feel and i'm going to shove my fist up your ass or something, though.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: And out the door she goes. ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs all around*))

Surly: ((*hugs a Rav*))

Madisen Stamper: ((Thank you too!))