[Stormbreaker] “Well, there is always the Brotherhood, if you need a place.” She shrugged slightly. She’d gone back to her conversation with Colt awhile ago. She’d noticed that the pair didn’t join them, but she wasn’t overly offended. She knew most pople around her hated her – most of the time it was simply because of what she was.. and every now and then, well.. she rubbed people the wrong way. Mila would be the first to admit it.
[Helen Moore] The way her eyes roll towards him and her brow had arched had her expression very dry in reply to his own sarcasm. She didn’t say anything about that though. Self Control wasn’t something readily seen amongst some of the Garou in town, nor the Kin either. But that was her own personal experience speaking and the last being around Silence, well, that had left more then a lasting impression.
“Why are you surprised I know them?” She asked, following along behind him. There was no need to dodge any crowds as she usually might have when walking into a pub alone, because Hatchet tended to clear some serious room around him long before she had to walk through there.
Lower, then: “Not with the woman, no.”
[Stormbreaker] Mila did follow direction well. If Hatchet and his girl wanted to sit with Colt – all they’d have to do was tell her to scram..
[Colt Montgomery] “Damn… I showered. Did you?” ~he glared at Mila and whispered~ “Im not interested in Charity, I’m a man with means. So I want to do this on my own. I guess I don’t have the right connections…. yet to get what I need, but give me a lil time” ~he smirked~
[Stormbreaker] She smirked at his little glare. Nice. That boy should learn to calm down sometime. “Colt, it ain’t charity – you can pay if you want. There are just tons of people there. People that have connections and what not.. but man, I’m sure in time you’ll be golden.”
For now, she ignored the shower comment. Instead, she just sipped her beer. A free hand reached up to tuck back a few stary strands of hair.
[Hatchet] “Well, you’re so very gregarious,” Hatchet says lightly, and this is also sarcastic.
They haven’t talked about the last time he saw her, which was brief, and turned bloody. He checked on her after working to clean up the common room, but then there were patrols, and Rage to burn off, and he didn’t see her again til he came to her building tonight.
He lifts an eyebrow at Helen’s quiet answer. “Why?” They aren’t far from Mila and Colt, truth be told: one end of the bar, a matter of yards from them. He orders a beer. Nothing special: just whatever’s on tap.
[Colt Montgomery] ~he’d grown tired of everyone telling him about the brotherhood, he had family in the city and he’d crash with them if things went bad, but for now, he was okay with the hotel scene, though having more space was on the horizon
he called the bartender over and sent over drinks for Hatchet and Helen, wine for the lady and Irish Whiskey for the man~
[Helen Moore] There’s a small purse in her hand and she clasps both hands around it as she comes to the other end of the bar with Hatchet. She doesn’t move to sit down yet, instead she’s glancing over the bar towards the other two before letting her pale gaze drift across the others in the pub. “Because I don’t like her enough to spend a night drinking with her,” her answer is, surprisingly, blunt, but also quiet.
She moves to a stool now, easing up onto it and smoothing her dress over her legs after she crosses them.
[Stormbreaker] That man was moodier than -she- was. Dang. Trying to lighten the mood.. she changed the subject. “You got a girl, Colt?” She smiled. It was a light question, nothing teasing about the question – she honestly wanted to know.
As for the other pair – once she spotted them on the other side of the bar she just offered another smile and lifted her glass in a silent cheers. It was fine they didn’t join them. It was more amusing seeing the wide berth that the patrons gave them all now that they’d taken over a good half of the bar.
[Colt Montgomery] ~another pull from the bottle, he set it before him, sliding it from hand to hand~ “Naw, I don’t have a girl really, only been here a couple weeks now…..but, didn’t i hear ya claim a mate at the moot. Whats his name?”
[Colt Montgomery] Hi Hi
to Marni
[Hatchet] A few moments after Hatchet gets his beer, a tumbler of neat whiskey shows up. His eyebrows hop up on his brow. “Ooh, treats,” he says delightedly. He’s still standing, leaning on the bar, and looks down its length til he sees Colt and Mila. Mila raises her glass, and he returns the toast, then downs the whiskey.
“Yes, I gathered that,” he says dryly to Helen, “but why?”
[Stormbreaker] “Yeah.. but I don’t care to really talk about that now.” She sighed and drummed a few fingers on the bar top. “It didn’t go so well, and I’m just gonna leave it at that.”
There was a quiet moment that passed between them. “So no lovin for the Cowboy then? What a shame.. there a tons of girls around here who would look really cute wearin that hat..”
[Marni] (Heya. where is everyone? *L*)
to Colt Montgomery
[Colt Montgomery] (in a run down bar. mila and colt at one end of the bar and helen and hatchet at the other)
to Marni
[Helen Moore] “You sound like a child, Taggart,” she says, sighing her brief flicker of annoyance, “asking why and then why again. I don’t like her because I don’t like what I’ve seen of her, it’s as simple as that.” It’s ironic, considering what she had just said about Hatchet, but she doesn’t think on that. A wine has shown up without her ordering it and she nods to the bartender. Picking it up, she glanced over to Colt and Mila and nodded to them as well.
“But maybe this is a truce,” she says of the drink before sipping it.
[Hatchet] “And you sound like a bitch, Helen,” he says mildly, when she finishes and decides to sip at her wine. The whiskey drained, he picks up the beer he ordered and takes a drink of that, too.
[Colt Montgomery] ~he took another swig when Mila said she didn’t wanna talk about it, he adjusted his hat and chuckled~ “Yes, a few of the ladies here have taken an interest in my hat, and it would look good on a many of em” ~he tipped his hat to Hatchet and Helen when the drinks arrived and they drank up~
[Helen Moore] “Yes, I suppose I do.” A second drink was taken from the glass before she set it down on the bar top. The wine tasted sour going down and left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. She sat there quietly for now, folding a hand in her lap, over her purse and watched the bartender work.
[Helen Moore] (ooc: back in 15.)
[Stormbreaker] She laughed good-naturedly at Colt’s comment. “Well, then find a few to try it on. Just make sure none of the others have their eye on ’em first. Wouldn’t want an international incident over it..”
“So, since you got the hat and stuff. You ride too?”
[Marni] A run down bar. It seems just the place, truth be told. The moon tonight is not her moon, but it is oh so soon after the Moot, after she watched packs stand with each other, and watched as they spoke of war and loss and her heart bled and she stood [alone] with her jaw clenched and her hands shoved deep into her pocket and [alone] squeezed her fingers into fists so tight her nails marked her palms and the new faces cropped up and happily introduced themselves and the old were fewer in number and her family her pack her everything was gone and all that was left was to remind her that
she.
was.
alone.
She’d cleared her stuff from the house – it’ll go back on the market when the money runs out, and it’s not hers, not anymore. She took something of each of them, each of those she’d bonded so closely with, and those things and all of her own things filled her single pack, and she was back on the street. Back where she belongs.
And tonight, she seeks something wet and cold in the dark reaches of a bar. The door opens, and she slips inside, her bubbly good humor not evident tonight – even those bouncy curls seem to be a bit lank, though it very well could be the fact that she’s stolen a shower somewhere recently – which, thankfully, means she and her clothing are clean too. She doesn’t look around, she simply makes for the bar.
There’s drinkin to do tonight. And a lot of it.
[Hatchet] Shaking his head, Hatchet goes back to his beer, staying on his feet while she sits and sips at the low-quality wine. It isn’t the giver’s fault; this just isn’t the sort of bar that has an extensive list to choose from. He has nothing to say to that. So he doesn’t.
[Stormbreaker] Another of their kind arrived in the bar. It was clear enough… Mila’s gaze shift towards the door. She gave the woman a small smile and a nod. She’d recognized her from the night before, at the moot – but.. isn’t entirely sure she’d met her in person yet. Maybe – just maybe.. she wouldn’t hate her on sight! Well.. that’d be something to write home about.
There were several open barstools. A few around the pair of Colt and Mila.. and a few near Hatchet, who stood near the end of the bar with Helen.
[Colt Montgomery] ~his grin was wide, a dimple set in his cheek, and then a belt of laughter~ “I’m a have to take ya shoppin with me, maybe ya can pick out a few cowgirls for me” ~he teased~ “maybe one of your groupies or something, I mean if I hangn with the country singer, I’m bound to find a cowgirl with eyes for only me”
~he stole a glance back along the bar, it was clear of people save a few, and another he recognized, it was Marni, he called the bartender over again and sent a beer to Marni, when she looked over he tipped his hat, the two of them had a great ride a few nights back, something he’d soon not forget~
“Yes. I rode bronx and bulls growin up, actually got my first change on a bull” ~he grinned~ “Did ya ride any?”
[Stormbreaker] “Hrm.. that ain’t a half bad idea. I got a show next week – show up and I bet you can find yourself some girls..”
“Na, I’ve never been on a horse, actually. I grew up in Seattle – not a ton of that there. And, really.. now days, I don’t think there’d be a horse nor a bull that would want me within ten feet..” She laughed quietly and took a sip of her beer.
[Marni] By the time she reaches an empty stool, a beer is set before her and she blinks, and then looks around, and catches Colt’s gaze. She blinks again, and then the corner of her mouth curls upwards in a brief glimpse of a smile. They had one hell of a ride – and would again soon, she’s sure, but tonight, after last night, the full strength of her smile is… lacking.
But she lifts the beer, and slugs back several swallows before she slips out of her pack and asks the ‘tender to tuck it under the bar for now. She hops up on the stool, and does her best to finish that beer in 3.2 seconds – and orders another. Elbows on the bar, her head in her hands, her fingers sliding through curls until they can lace at the back of her neck.
[…just…breathe…]
[Helen Moore] “Was there something that you wanted to discuss, tonight?” Helen speaks up after a long moment of silence between them. The wine is sipped from, and it wasn’t that it was cheap or bad wine, she had plenty of that in her years, but the sourness came from words said and the atmospheric vibes.
[Hatchet] “If there was, I would’ve brought it up,” he says, a trace of flatness in his voice now. “I just wanted to go get a fucking drink with you.”
[Helen Moore] After all of it, the nights between then and now, and the way tonight is turning out, Helen finds that even her own mood wanes further. Swearing, flat tones, they tend to do that with someone who has so much empathy compared to another that seems to have so little. She sets down her wine on the bar, having glanced to Hatchet and took in the lines of his face. “Well, consider it done,” she says, with that taste in her mouth now on the tip of her tongue.
She slides off the stool.
[Colt Montgomery] ~he wondered if he’d need tickets for this show, last time he mentioned it she laughed at him, but promised him a front table when the show started, he wanted VIP access~ “What are we bettin? another round?” ~he grinned, what if he’d already found someone he’d taken an interest in, seemed unlikely though, he’d yet to meet that many, and Mila’s comment about a few rolls in the hay got another genuine laugh~
“Another round” ~he called to the bartender, sending another beer to Marni, Mila and himself, he watched as the bartender made the rounds delivering the beers, he’d have sent another to the other two but he noticed they seemed to be in a tight conversation and he didn’t want to bother them. He did wave to Marni, hoping she might join Mila and him~ “Do ya remember Marni from the other night, we did this crazy surf the train game…. what a rush” ~the smile was worth a hundred words~
“Animals don’t like me like they used to”
[Hatchet] “What is your damage, woman?” Hatchet demands, whipping his head around as she’s standing up. “You call me a ‘child’ and don’t like the favor being returned?”
[Helen Moore] “That’s not it at all,” she tells him, more calmly then he’s turned on her. His anger hits her like an unpleasant, soggy noodle with a barb on the end. That’s how it feels. It’s ugly and uncomfortable and it stings. “I don’t want to have a drink with you, tonight.” She needs to walk away, but she’s hesitating, not sure whether its the wisest of things to do. He had promised he wouldn’t hurt her, but she’s not sure. He protected her and the pregnant Kinfolk, fought over them in a way, but he could easily just be like that Garou, that monstrous Garou in a second.
[Stormbreaker] If he would have needed tickets – then she would have told him. Otherwise, she’d make sure a front row table was set aside for him, just liked she’d promised him. She might be a lying Shadow Lord.. but amazingly enough, she did her best to keep her word.
“Na, I’ll get this one though – since you got the last round.” The young woman produced enough cash from her back pocket to pay for the round, plus the tips. She did glance down towards Hatchet though – the look she gave him was a questioning one. Did they want one too?
And only after she either got some sort of response, or ignored – would she glance back over at Marni. The young woman smiled again in her direction. “Oh yeah.. that’s where I remember ya from. I met ya the other night when you were tellin’ us about the train surfing. It does sound pretty fun.” A glance back to Colt. “Did you guys go for a ride?”
[Marni] Another beer – and again she doesn’t have to pay. Perfect. She glances toward Colt and Mila, and then with a breath, she nods, slightly, and then moves the few stools down to sit close enough for conversation at least -even if she’s not much for it tonight. She takes a breath, and nods slightly.
“Yeah, we did. He ain’t do too bad for a newb.”
[Hatchet] It’s ugly and it’s uncomfortable and it could get her killed. His rage is close to the surface tonight, and that makes him dangerous. That makes all of them dangerous. Worst: he’s a Philodox. He’s not supposed to be like this. He’s not supposed to be more filled with Wrath than the Modi down the bar. He’s not supposed to have a reputation for throwing people down stairs, beating his own Beta into a bloody pulp, breaking the Litany, all the other rumors and stories still going around that cling to him now even more because he follows a totem so many think to be dishonorable.
Helen doesn’t know any of that, though. She knows he got between her and August and the wyrmserpent, between her and August and Silence. She knows he can lounge comfortably on her couch with his shoes off, drinking coffee and making teasing remarks … or just sitting quietly.
This is the first full moon she’s been around him, and he’s terrifying. His rage presses on her like shadows coming in the windows of her bedroom at night, threatening to stifle and suffocate. Threatening to scream in her ears until they bleed.
“Then why,” he asks, leashing his anger as best he can, making the words low and tight and hard, “did you say yes?”
[Hatchet] [Ack! Sorry, missed Mila’s post!]
He’s staring so intently at the kinswoman he came in with just minutes ago that he doesn’t seem to notice the glance Mila gives them, his body turning til his back is to the other Garou. Thankfully, at least, Helen’s back is towards the door, safer than the wolves.
[Helen Moore] “Because I was stupid,” she says back to him, quietly. Her heart is beating fast and she feels like she’s going to vomit soon. Anyone looking at her can tell she’s either going to cry, or scream, or maybe both. It’s almost instantaneous after the way he looms over her (that’s how it feels). His words are tight and hard, and it doesn’t make it any easier to bear with the Rage behind it.
[Helen Moore] (ooc: scream as in, scream in anger btw – for clarification.)
[Hatchet] “Helen,” Hatchet says, and this is the last thing for some time that is clear enough to be heard and deciphered by those around them. He’s leaning in closer to her, one hand planted firmly on the bar by their sides, gripping the edge of it. He has to be careful not to hurt the wood, that is how much energy is going into that arm, into that grip, trying to deflect it somehow.
[Stormbreaker] Mila caught the loud enough word out of Hatchet.. and then the tense posture he held over the kinswoman. Gently, she nudged Colt.. as if.. maybe he should go break whatever that is up?
[Colt Montgomery] ~it was hard not to notice all the tension in the bar, and it seemed to get worse, so he did the only thing he could think of, he sent another Irish Whiskey to Hatchet and another wine to the lady, he laid the money on the bar and watched the drinks being distributed~
“Do ya think we should break up the bickerin.. I mean we don’t want a scene” ~he looked between Mila and Marni~ “Maybe the refresher will help em out” ~he’d had a few run ins with the Fianna, they loved to drink more than anything, so he figured it was the best bet, though a good tussle was always nice too~
“Yep, we rode those cars… and Marni said I was a pro” ~he cackled, hearing Hatchet call out to helen, that got his attention, he slid from the stool and stood behind his mates~
[Helen Moore] Her gaze slides from where she was looking in his direction but not really at him, lifting up along his cheap clothes to catch a glimpse of his face. Her purse is held in front of her tight enough to rumple it and turn her already pale knuckles whiter. It takes her a few slow, shaky breaths to swallow and let her eyes dart to his. “Yes, Taggart?” Like: Yes Sir.
[Hatchet] [Just to clarify: he’s standing right by Helen. *L* He didn’t need to ‘call out’. That was just the last thing he said that wasn’t too quiet to be heard by others.]
[Stormbreaker] Well, when they started to tear each other apart – she would go over and interfere. Until then, this was business between Trueborn and Kin.
“Marni.. you doin ok?” Her voice was quiet.
[Marni] Normally, Marni’d be all over helping a kinfolk, even if it was to get in Hatchet’s face. She’s all about it, all about making things right, all about easing troubles and making things all around more… fun. But not tonight. She doesn’t even think about it, really. She doesn’t even glance their way. She’s….
[…alone…]
…instead, briefly distracted by Stormbreaker’s question. She blinks, and then huffs a sound that is not really amused or sad or… anything. Just.. an expression. “Define ok…”
[Stormbreaker] “What’s goin on?” Her response was an answer in itself. Mila’s attention was now focused on the Gnawer beside her. She looked down. Not for sure sad, not happy. But, bothered at least.
Mila had the urge to put her hand on the woman’s arm and be all soft and girl like.. and want to talk about feelings. What IN THE HELL is wrong with her? Something is for sure wrong.. maybe it’s the liquor? No.. probably not. Stormbreaker is not a Coggie.. but she suddenly felt like it. She must be ill.
[Colt Montgomery] ~last time he left Marni, she was at least smiling, a lil bloody, but not tonight, she’d seemed to fall back into that hole, the hole he’d helped her crawl out of, at least for a bit, he moved from behind Mila and Marni, and wrapped an arm around Marni comforting~ “What’s up sunshine?”
[Marni] Her brow furrows, deeply, before she remembers Mila is new, too. So many new faces, so many pouring in for the chance of glory to be found in joining a sept that is at war, offering wisdom, fighting honorably…
…dying.
She shakes her head slightly, and drains half of the second beer, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards. Only then, only then does she answer – achingly soft. “My alpha disappeared. And last week, my remaining packmate was killed. Volcano is gone, and I’m alone. The moot… all the new faces, and all those old ones missing since the last one…”
Colt moves behind her, his arm sliding around her shoulder and she curls into him instinctively, his warmth, his strength, his good nature all there so close and she curls into his chest, and breathes deeply. “Its just.. with all them there, standing in packs… it’s stupid I know. But i just… just want to scream…”
[Helen Moore] The two of them are talking now, low, quiet. Perhaps they are lovers or something of the sort; Hatchet is leaning in closer to Helen and she hasn’t run away yet. More then a few words come out of her mouth as the discussion between them continues, quiet and tensed.
[Hatchet] Whatever Helen has to say, at the end, has Hatchet shaking his head. He exhales, turning away from her. “My god,” he mutters, and reaches for his beer. “Your problem with me is cussing and your problem with her is nonexistent.”
He drinks. “Go home, Helen.”
[Helen Moore] She does.
She leaves the bar without so much as a look back.
[Stormbreaker] Softly – tenderly. Yes, she was having feelings. They sucked. “Marni.. I’m so sorry for your loss.” And yes, her hand reached out and gently rested atop her forearm.. but only for a moment before she pulled back.
“But.. you don’t have to be alone. There are many of us here who would gladly stand beside you. Times of war are hard.. but they are not the only time there are losses. I had more than one packmate, once. Their loss hit us hard. I understand at least.. part of your feelings. Like.. there’s part of you that’s empty. I don’t pretend to know how you feel.. but I can understand..”
[Colt Montgomery] ~he understood the way Marni felt, and he held her tightly, like he’d hold his own, she wasn’t exactly family by blood, but the spirit was there, they shared something~ “It’s not stupid Marni” ~he kissed the top of her head, hearing the end of the conversation between Hatchet and Helen, got his attention, and he excused himself, he was going to see if Helen was okay, but it seemed she disappeared rather quickly~ “Be right back” ~he headed through the crowd and outside to check on the kin~
[Marni] he kisses the top of her head, and for just a second, a half a second, a smile slides across her lips, but she lets him go easily enough when he excuses himself. She turns back to the bar and rests her elbows on the bar, her fingers wrapping around her glass.
She nods, and glances at Mila, and then back to the bar as seen through the amber in her glass. “I know. I just.. dunno who, or where I belong now. Not just yet. Max and Indira and I just clicked so easily, so quickly – and Indira and me when Max was gone… I ain’t felt that connect with anyone else – not yet. Dunno if I will. When I will. and just jumpin in without that tug of ‘right’… jus’ ain’t me.”
[Colt Montgomery] ((haha she clicked with Colt *winks*))
to Marni
[Marni] (*L* yeah, she did. *winks* he’s cuddly)
to Colt Montgomery
[Stormbreaker] “Something will feel right.. when you’re ready. Don’t feel pushed to jump into anything that doesn’t feel good.” There was a quick glance down the bar to the now alone Hatchet. Idly she wondered when that happened there.
She offered a light, encouraging smile to the woman. “It’ll come to ya. And while yer figuring it out.. maybe you and Colt could take me surfin?” Yup.. she was trying to turn the subject to something perhaps a little more upbeat. The last thing she needed was to be in public and dwelling on being alone. Cuz she -wasn’t- alone here.
[Hatchet] Hatchet’s alone at his end of the bar, now. He’s drinking his beer, and accepting the second Irish Whiskey Colt sent his way. The Modi might regret that, later, but not because it’ll get the Fiann drunk. It takes a very, very long time to get any werewolf shitfaced, and Fianna more than most, and Hatchet more even than some of his own tribe.
He’s paying no mind to Marni and Mila down the way, and his Rage seethes around him like a living thing for the time being. The alcohol dulls it.
Not enough.
After awhile he finishes the beer, and he pays for it, but then he’s heading out. If Colt and Helen are still on the sidewalk outside, he looks at them as he leaves, but doesn’t interrupt their conversation.
[Thanks for the RP guys! Oneshot just went to inits, so I gotta cut down my MTing!]
[Stormbreaker] {Thanks for playin!}
[Marni] She tips her head, slightly, and glances at Mila, and then chuckles, briefly. “If ya wanna try surfin, I’ll take ya. If ya got the balls for it.” A challenge, as always. Marni rides the trains like she was born to do it, and in some ways, she was exactly that. It was a rite of passage for many a NYC Gnawer.
“Colt did alright, though he looked a bit nervous at first.” She knows Mila is trying to distract her. For now, she lets her.
[Stormbreaker] “Yeah.. I was thinkin’ it might be fun. If Cowboy there can do it.. I think I can too.” She grinned and dug into her small purse for a moment. She came up with a reciept and a pen. She scribbled down a number.. and then another. She slid it across the bar.
“Call me next time ya go. Or, if ya need anything. And.. if you’re in a pickle and I ain’t answering.. the second number is my packmate. He’s a bit stoic.. but.. a good guy.”
[Marni] She reaches and takes the slip of paper, and then nods, folding it and tucking it into the pocket of her jeans. “Thanks. I’d offer my number, but ain’t got the phone company convinced to hook up a line to my box just yet. Another couple of blow jobs, maybe.”
She’s kidding.
[maybe]
[Stormbreaker] She’d take it as a joke.. for now. She smirked and slid off of the bar stool. “No worries.” A pause. “Hey, I gotta run. I’ll see ya soon for the surfin, right?”
[Marni] She nods. “Yeah. Thanks for the beer.”
[Stormbreaker] “No problem. I think Cowboy bought one of them, though. Take care, Marni. It’ll get better for ya. Something will feel right. Have hope.” She smiled and then.. turned to exit the bar.
{Night all. Thanks for playing!}
[Colt Montgomery] ~he watched as Helen got into a cab and he headed back to the bar~
[Colt Montgomery] ~he made his way back inside and found the bar was empty cept for Marni,so he slid up on the stool next to her~ “Hey good lookin, whatcha got cookin” ~he was tone deaf and well his singin wasn’t that great!~ “Glad yer still here. I think Helen will be okay, she didn’t really tell me anything. So I guess that there man is the boss?””
[Marni] She wrinkles her nose, as he sings at her, and nudges him with her shoulder. A glance to where Hatchet and Helen were chatting, and she lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug. “Her boss, anyway. S’the rankin Stag round here.”
Then, a little bit of herself in that slight smirk. “Not my boss.” Or Colt’s either.
[Colt Montgomery] ~he picked up the bottle he’d left, was still half full, second or third of the night, he wasn’t really supposed to be drinkin to get drunk, so he wasn’t gonna get that far down, but he took a long haul from the bottle~ “Yeah, not my boss either. I’ve met Joe, but I hear he’s not even the boss, that there is a higher Rankin Fenrir. I probably shouldn’t have stuck my nose in their business, but I hated to see the kin walkin around the streets at night alone, at least wanted to make sure she got into a cab and home, i heard some of our kin have gone missin recently”
~Bg’s new it all, they knew the street better than most, so he was sure Marni knew what was going on in the city~ “So how ya been considerin”
[Marni] She nods slightly. “Yeah. Guess Joe’s the Jarl though – folks say Silence ain’t want it, even though he’s Athro. Gonna leave it to the Cliaths.” She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t even pretend to understand the workings of the Get – she doesn’t typically get along with them.. Colt reminds her of Max though, and Max was different.
“Alright. Moot was harder than I expected. didn’t even think t’challenge for Raggie elder, and last month i’da jumped at the chance..”
[Colt Montgomery] ~that was it, Joe was the Jarl, made no sense to him, he thought the elder should be the jarl, but here this city had things back ass wards as far as he could tell~ “Didn’t realize the Cliaths were taken over the world” ~he smirked~
“Yeah, I saw all the others jumpin at the opportunity, noticed even the newbie Fate was in on it” ~one elbow propped on the bar, holdin his head steady as he gazed at Marni~ “Ya had a lot on yer mind”
~he looked around~ “Did the Lord take off? I was at the park with her the other night and we ran into the twin of that Josie girl we met in the alley. Lost kin” ~he nodded~ “Not proud of how I acted last night, me and Mila got into it and the girl ran off” ~he tugged on his soul patch~ “I blame the moon”
[Marni] She shrugs slightly. “I couldn’t even win Fool last time round. Seems they ain’t think it’s a necessary thing round here. Guess they’s fools enough for that, hm?”
She lifts her beer and takes a couple healthy swallows, before nodding. “yeah. Gave me her number. Said she wanted to go surfin with us next time.” a beat. “Whatcha get into it for? You thinkin a’packin up with’em?”
[Colt Montgomery] “What. No fool? Every Sept needs one, just like every Alpha needs a few” ~he chuckled, watching her guzzle that beer, he reached over and wiped a line of beer that seemed to spill from her lip~ “Ya got a hole… watch out, yer not gettin it all”
~he nodded slowly, so Mila was probably thinkin like Colt~ “I ain’t packin with no Lord” ~he kept the conversation low, wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but she had an alpha personality, and a pack only has room for one, and he wasn’t gonna take orders from a Lord~ “I moved to this city with my pack, lost two in battle and just two of us made it. We hopin we’ll find some lone wolves who can handle our totem and us” ~he smirked~ “Tez isn’t for everyone, but only the brave” ~he winked~
[Marni] He wipes the line of beer from below her lip, and she catches his hand when he says she isn’t getting it all and… well. Damned if she doesn’t flick out her tongue and capture the amber goodness from his skin, to make sure she got it all indeed. She winks at him, then lets his hand go, and listens.
He ain’t packin with no Lord. “Who’s yer other?” a beat, then questioning. “Tez?”
[Colt Montgomery] ~he laughs as she makes sure she gets every last drop of the brew~ “I take it back, ya got it all and then some” ~he slid the bottle from left to right hand~ “Cara’s Uktena, no moon”
~he didn’t really wanna chat up about the totem~ “Tezcatlipipoca, kinda fits in with who we are, bounty hunter by trade” ~he figured Marni would make a good tracker, scout, she was a raggey and that gave her bonus points~ “Ya all about gettin shit faced tonight and curlin up in the bottom of a barrel?”
[Marni] She blinks. Tezcatlipppapapwhatica? “…that ones a new one on me.”
Then, the question of the hour. She chuckles softly, and leans her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “Maybe. Depends. You curlin up with me? Cuz I don’t wanna be alone in a barrel tonight.”
[Colt Montgomery] ~he probably should have kept the whole totem thing on the down under, when she leaned against his, he instinctively curled his arm and played with her hair~ “Ya don’t have to be alone, I’d be happy enough to keep ya warm and safe, though I’m not sure Im into barrels”
[Marni] She closes her eyes and relaxes against him, sighing softly, almost contentedly. “You got a better idea, then? I can make even a barrel cozy and warm though – but beds is always nicer.”
She’s missed the connections, misses indira and the way they’d cuddle up and watch movies, or she’d draw and they’d just talk and how Max would bust it up and fall into the middle of the dog pile. She could fuck Ray every night all night forever, but it’s just fun, its not the same.. it’s not… pack.
[Colt Montgomery] “Ya, I prefer the comfort of a king sized bed, down comforters, and lots of pillows” ~he chuckled, he’d never slept in a barrel, but he’d done enough camping growing up, he knew how to rough it, but he’d save that for when he really needed to~
“But I’d be willing to try the barrel if I can bring some pillows and the comforter” ~he laid is head down against her head, pulling off his black cowboy hat just as their heads touched~ “Or ya can always crash with me at the Drake”
~he was all about Gaia, family, all about pack, it was his life~
[Marni] She has slept in a fair many places – boxes and dumpsters and once even the center of a foursome in a five star hotel – but THAT was just happenstance, and well, a story for another time. Fangs. They got money to burn. She’s a cuddlesome wench when she’s in the very best of moods, and even when she’s down – as very little can make the curvy Gnawer better than the right company at the right time.
“I think I’d like that. Never been to th’Drake.”
[Colt Montgomery] ~he liked the sound of that, he was always willing to share and the bed was big enough, he stood up and put the hat back on his head~ “Well how’s about we get outta here, I can use a cold shower and a hot bed” ~he offered the crook of his arm to her~ “I hope there are some good movies on”
[Marni] She grab s her beer and finishes it off, draining it quickly before she gestures for her pack. Once gotten, she slips it over her shoulder, and then tucks her arm into his and chuckles. “Who says we’ll be watchin’em and not makin em?”
She’s kidding.
[maybe]
She reaches up with her free hand, steals his hat and perches it atop her curls. “Lead the way.”
[Colt Montgomery] ~he stood waitin, watchin as she slipped into that backpack, he moaned playfully when she mentioned the making of movies, those hazel eyes flashed under thick lashes, arm and arm he felt her lift the hat and he nodded, his voice like lazy thunder~ “Damn baby… yer fine. Yee Haw” ~he winked~ “ya’d have never picked my hat up if ya’d been around for the earlier conversation with me and Mila” ~he was giggling inside, he led her to the black Yukon parked out front, opening the door for her~
[Colt Montgomery] ((Thanks for the play. I gotta get some beauty sleep LOL. I need you to log in earlier LOL))
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[Marni] “S’that so? Why, is it a magic hat? All m’clothes gonna fly off now?” She chuckles, and hops into the Ykon as he opens the door and settles in comfortably. Seems if that is the case, she doesn’t mind.
Maybe.
[Marni] [*L* yeah, my time zone kinda sucks, specially with my job keeping me till 9pm my time now. SIGH. But I have tomorrow off, and should be around relatively early. Just gotta store run and all, and a scene with Mandrake, but I can multi.
As for what happens at the Drake. Well. Marni is REALLY cuddly. *L*]
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[Colt Montgomery] ((Yay, I’m off tomorrow too. Look forward to playin. Glad you can multi… i got one character LOL, no multi for me. Guess Marni can at least keep Colt HOT))
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[Marni] *LOL* well fi I catcha early enough, we’ll at elast have em wake up together and figure out what – if anything – happens. :) She’s raggie. and Gnawer. Rule number one? don’t get caught. *L*
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