Kaeleigh O'Reilly: heyas, when ya dissappeared(after I did for a bit*sheepish
apologetic look*) we made like aerin got busy on the phone and eventually left
after they 'ahems' went into the bedroom for a bit*hopes is ok*
Aerin Thomas: Yeah, I saw. :) He'd be gone when they got out, the front door shut and
locked for them.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: shed prolly call at some point and apologze too*chuckles*
Aerin Thomas: He lies semi-convincingly (Aerin: d10: Manip+Subterfuge: 4,6,4,8,2,3,5,)
and says it's perfectly okay, he was fine. :)
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *chuckles* gonna make me go on site an roll empathy perception
because you KNOW with him she'll use it*G*
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hes one of the few people she REALLY gives a damn abou
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: per+emp: 7,8,8,4,3,
Aerin Thomas: Aerin's trying to cover his lack of comfort over the situation. There's a flash of jealousy there...plus a hint of concern for Kaeleigh's safety. Instinctual concern, which his logic overrides, but he is a garou, and that instinctual side is stronger then he'll admit, so it does flash up ,even though his reason pushes it down. He's really determined to be okay with the situation, because he wants them to be friends, and doesn't want any of that crap getting in the way. It was just a bit of a shock for him, seeing it right in front of him.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *chuckles* Ill jes give ya a 'if he thinks about it' slight bit o' jealousy over the smile to the person he was talking to on the phone and such....*G* but I figgerd that bloodpoint with bruce won over things.........got....real interesting after that .....and talking to him on th ephone he'd probably easily sense too her....odd unease with something....
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: unease/insecurity/nervousness
Aerin Thomas: Oh. Also. BIG significance.
Aerin Thomas: She might even have detected that the jealousy was...in a wierd sort of way...two-fold.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: oh?...now that shed want to talk with him about, etc....
Aerin Thomas: He won't talk about it over the phone, but if she wants, he'll stop by. It's something he feels, honestly, a little nervous over.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: can do that here if you want*nods* and yes, shed want
Aerin Thomas: Sure. *NodNod*
Aerin Thomas: The good old hybrid. It gets him around on the cold nights so well. He pulls up to Kaeleigh's building and kills the engine. He's a little on edge, knowing the subject matter to be discussed...but he takes a breath, calming himself, and moves out of the car, heading for the door.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (we'll say for arguments sake is early evening and bruce went
out before he an kae could talk?)
*shes got some coffee brewing, a little whiskey to go with it
though.....kinda.....needed to chill right now.....waiting for him to get there,
sitting on the couch, hands rubbing her cheeks*
Aerin Thomas: ((Sure.)) He comes up to the door and takes a deep breath, then knocks on it. No staff with him...no stakes...just his gun, as always.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she jumps slightly despite herself when she hears the knock, chuckling to herself before she gets up and heads to open it, smiling warmly to him......a definate glad to see him smile and look in her eyes* hey........cmere you*moving to hug him*
Aerin Thomas: He smiles back to her, very sincerely, even with that anxiety hiding under the surface, and moves forward, hugging her tightly. "Hey, you."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: so get in here already..*keeping an arm around him, almost still the hug as she pulls him inside and shuts the door*.......talk to me......yeah?*concern in her voice....that wins out first to her*
Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips and steps inside...a smile goes to her, and he heads to the living room, pulling the gloves off his hands. It's fuckin' cold outside, after all. "Spitfire here?" A touch of paranoia in his voice.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: um...no...he had to head out for a few minutes.....so...no worries.....its cool to talk openly.....*moving to get some cups for coffee just incase the whiskey needed diluting*
Aerin Thomas: "All right." He nods and takes a seat, pulling a cigarette, watching her as she gets the cups. "I'm sorry, Kae. I didn't...intend to get wierd. It's...kind of complex."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: so.....lets talk and uncomplex it if we can?*still concern, but curiosity too, bringing the coffee, the whiskey already on the table*
Aerin Thomas: He nods and lights the cigarette, pulling an ashtray from his pocket and setting it on the table. "Okay. So...umm. Wow." He leans back, taking a drag. "First off, I am going to be fine with this. Okay? I'll work it out in my head. I promise. I just...I didn't think it was going to shock me as much as it did, you know?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: Im sorry....*a sheepish look and slight flush to her face* if theres something about it that bothers you.....Id like to know though......really......please aerin?*moving forward to put a gentle hand on his shoulder once shes sitting*
Aerin Thomas: He looks at her, a little embarassed over the whole thing, and nods. "Well...I won't deny that part of me was really wishing I was him." He gives a small smile, and shrugs.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yeah...well.....ditto for that....in the sense of ....who you were talking to on the phone....least Im guessing here..*shrugging, blushing a touch*
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods a little bit. "I didn't expect that she'd call...I should have taken it into the other room or something. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: no....its...its alright..its good....I need to be reminded lately it seems Im nto the center of attention*chuckling softly and shrugging, nipping her lip, trying to be light about it.......but there is the lightest hint of jealousy there, reaching for a coffee and teh whiskey*
Aerin Thomas: "No, it's not all right." He shrugs a little. "Honestly, I kind of expected that. It wasn't...quite what suprised me." He reaches for the whiskey after she's done with it.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: what did surprise you then?*watching him curiously, if not even more so than efore*
Aerin Thomas: "Okay, this is SO not what it sounds. Not that I'm not...but anyway." He takes a shot of the whiskey and sighs. "I didn't expect to be jealous of you as well as for you."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: jealous....of me.....and for me?*she looks a bit confused now, a little more wiskey to the coffee...then thecoffees set down, and a swig taken from the bottle, handing it back to him*
Aerin Thomas: He sighs and nods. "I was jealous for you because...well, I was jealous of Spitfire. You know. I was jealous of you, because..." He sighs. "It's...a thing. A very, very wrong thing, Kae."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: what very very wrong thing aerin.....?*brow raising slightly now*
Aerin Thomas: He takes another shot and stares at the bottle for a long time...maybe a good minute or two. "Has he...fed off you?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *to that, she blushes, deeply, closing her eyes for a moment and noddng* yeah..........found out few days ago, hes done it more than once.........
Aerin Thomas: He winces, jaw setting, and nods.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: what?
Aerin Thomas: "I know...what it feels like." He shrugs a little. "I kind of..." He shrugs. "Yeah."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *closing her eyes, shivering softly, she nods, swallowing, then reachs for the whiskey, whispering after taking a slug*........they use sex to cover it up then?
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods. "That, and maybe...other things." Eyes turn to her, ashamed of admitting it, but also worried for her. "Kae...I trust him...I do. He seems really, really cool, and I don't think he'd ever do it. But be careful on when he feeds off you. if he doesn't have enough...he could conceivably lose control. Whether he wants to or not, and I'm sure he doesn't. But he could accidentally kill you."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *opening her eyes again and looking to him, brows furrowed slightly, curious*............*lips part as if to say something, brows furrow even more, and she shakes he rhead....something was goign to be said then mind was changed on it, sighing deeply*
Aerin Thomas: ((Per+Emp: Aerin: d10: Per+Emp (WP): 5,2,3,2,2,2,2. Well, WP gave him ONE... :P )) He watches her, intently. "What?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: just a thought......about lost control and nearly accidentaly dieing........usually pushed back and not thouht about lately....but.........*shrugging, fingers playing at an edge of the whiskey bottles label*.........that and............the last time......when we....went into the room.............last night..........was the first time he didnt....I think........when we 'did'....if you know what I mean...
Aerin Thomas: "It was the first time he didn't feed on you during sex?" He says it gently, watching her, concern growing at the first part of Kaeleigh's statement.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yeah.......
Aerin Thomas: He nods a little. "Kae...are you all right?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: I dont know..............scared....a little.....*blinsk*...ok...alot....
Aerin Thomas: A hand comes out, resting lightly on her arm. "Why?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: every time, except for part of once......fast..hard......animalistic, lustful............but this time......it was......*blushing deeply, swallowing*....like with you.........tende.r..........sweet..slow for the most part...like....making love....
Aerin Thomas: He blinks and looks down to the floor, blushing quite strongly himself...that twinge of jealousy a bit stronger now. "...oh."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she sighs deeply and just sets down the bottle coffe or whatever she was drinking, and curls up with him, arms around him.....not asking not caring just doing*
Aerin Thomas: he shuts his eyes and hugs her back, tightly. "I shouldn't...this...I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: speak your mind and be honest, aerin...please...if anything especially with me.......and yes you should have..................but which part specifically are you talking about?*looking up to him, keeping the tight hug, murmuring*
Aerin Thomas: "The part where I was uncomfortable and jealous. It's not fair for me to be so." He rests his chin on her shoulder, lips pursing.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: do you feel those things? actually feel those things?
Aerin Thomas: A deep, sad sort of sigh. "I should say no, but...yeah. I guess i did feel uncomfortable and jealous."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: then dont lie to yourself, s'worse than lieing to someone else and not admitting something thats true...........I....I admitted I love you....right?......still true.....*brows furrowing, giving him a squeeze, half burrowing against him*........and when I said I was jealous...........I meant it.......
Aerin Thomas: "I love you too, Kae." Said naturally, without reservation. "I just...didn't want to make you uncomfortable, is all. I'm...worried about you. And I care about you, very deeply. And I'm jealous." He shrugs slightly.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: you think........its possible....he meant it? I mean.....I dont really know anything except for stories and movies and such,but....can he?
Aerin Thomas: "Can he...love?" He frowns a little bit. "Is that what you mean?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *murmured, VERY quietly* I dont know....yeah......stupid question.....probably.......
Aerin Thomas: "They..." He pauses, thinking. "They can love, yes. It's...difficult for them, though." He obviously wants to lie to her. Tell her they can't...but he's being honest, much as it may hurt. "They're...there's a part of them, monstrous...primal. Kind of like our beasts, only...not the same. It makes it very hard for them to love. Typically, they find love through feeding each other their blood. It's different then feeding on mortal blood...it creates something called a blood bond. A love enforced by the power of their blood."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: wait....they.....them feeding on mortal blood makes them love ?*sounding confused slightly by his wording*
Aerin Thomas: "No...sorry." A flush, as he realizes he's said it wrong. "Feeding on mortal blood doesn't make them love. If anyone feeds on their blood, it creates this...devotion for them. This feeling that's ~like~ love." He looks at her. "They don't only feel love that way...it does happen naturally. But it's the easiest way for them to feel love, is if they bond themselves to someone."
Aerin Thomas: "And I'm not trying to say that Spitfire did that...obviously, his feelings for you aren't because of a bond. Mortal blood doesn't create it. So if he ~does~ actually feel something...it's...probably genuine."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: 'if'.........'if'........dont...really know....so*shrugging, she looks troubled now, troubled unsure confused, and hides her face against him, squeezing him tighter*
Aerin Thomas: "Just...I'm not trying to instill doubt in you, Kae. I'm really, honestly not. I'm just...I want you to be careful. And if he hurts you...in any way, shape, or form...I'll promise not to kill him, unless you ask. I may tie a weight to his foot and dump him in the Hudson, though."
Aerin Thomas: He's completely, utterly sincere in all of that, too. It resonates in his voice.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (*chuckles* and judas is here, if you wanna have bruce come back while theyre talking after the cafe bit is done*G*)
Aerin Thomas: ((Okie))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: crap is thick enough sun wouldnt hurt him there.....*reaching a hand to rub at her face and head, sighing deeply* fuck....fuck fuck fuck I dont fucking know what to do or think or feel or any fucking thing I swear...........
Aerin Thomas: "Kaeleigh...Kae..." He holds her to him, petting her hair gently, soothing her. "Shhh. It's okay. It's okay, Kae. Don't overthink this." He takes a deep breath. "Kae...did I ever tell you...about Ita? About what she used to be?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: no.....I just know shes....one of those , that youre in love with......she was the one on the phone wasnt she?*another sigh, trying to calm....laying there, head on his lap*
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods. "Kaeleigh...I want you to promise me. Swear...you never tell a soul what I'm about to tell you. No one. Not people you think might know, not Spitfire even. Not anyone at all."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she looks at him a long moment, closing her eyes, nodding, before looking to him again* yeah.......I promise....Ive been hearing some form of this phrase too much in the past year........but I promise........
Aerin Thomas: He nods slowly. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't critical to her life. Ita used to be a vampire, Kae. She found redemption through the Goddess...through Gaia." He pauses. "The reason I tell you this isn't because I want to give you hope that Spitfire can change...or that he'd even want to. The thing we used was a one-time opportunity, and it's gone. The reason I'm saying this is because...we loved each other when she was a vampire." It's absolutely KILLING him to say this...his face is practically cracking with the turmoil he's feeling. But he has to be honest about it. "I know, very clearly, how possible it is for a vampire to love. So Spitfire...it may be legitimate. It may not...but I wouldn't automatically assume it isn't." He smiles, very faintly. "As much as I may wish you would."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: even..........*voice very quiet and whispery* even if it was.........if it is........whatever*closing her eyes again*......Im still not changing my mind about what I want.....what I want to be.....
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: The van
pulls up, 1983 G-Series otherwise known as the A-Team van, this doesn’t have any
of the Red Trimmings, it looks well loved, he would even tell you the fist marks
in the side where from love. The door opens and punk thunders out. He jumps to
the floor landing with a stomp, keys taken out of the ignition and the door
slammed shut.... can this guy actual be quiet?
Aerin Thomas: He nods slightly, his bottom
lip caught between his right canines, still petting her hair gently. "I'm glad,
Kae. I really, really am. I just..." He trails off, shrugging. "All I'm saying
is...hell, I don't even know what I'm saying."
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,6,2,1,8,6,
Aerin Thomas: He looks up as the car door
slams...didn't sound like his car, so he doubts anyone's breaking in. "I...think
someone's home, Kae."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: be careful, if I wanna
take t ha chance, dont pass it off as fake right off......an ya wish in a sense,
that it wasnt a worry or concern or issue......*said in flat statement tone,
quiet, head still laying on his lap, blinking slowly, eyes forward but not
really looking at anything*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He stretches
by the car, neck clicking to the left then right as he stomps on in, doorman
ignored. Soon enough he is by the door as he goes to kick it solidly then stops,
slowly puts his foot down and bangs it twice with his hand.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *hearing aerin, she looks
up, then looks to the window, then the door* you know thin
walls.....but.....yeah......ok....*keeping right where she is unless shes
moved....comfortable and more or less at ease(quiet) for the moment*
Aerin Thomas: He doesn't seem inclined to
move her, fairly comfortable himself. Though the knock on the door certainly
gets his attention.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *the knocking though gets
her sitting up, wiping at her face, rubbng her cheeks, etc.....murmuring a soft
excuse me as she heads to the door, peering out the peephole* blondie?
Aerin Thomas: He nods and sits back,
watching quietly. He withdraws a cigarette, placing it between his lips and
lighting it aflame.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Alright Red,
you taking guests?" That curled grin she can see.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ........yeah......let me
get the door...*unlocking it..aerin can tell she looks nervous as hell, fumbling
the locks once(some surehanded surgeyon) before she gets the door open*
hey.....*something of a smile to him......he can tell she looks nervous about
something though*......had to....head out huh?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He steps into
the door way "Yeah, fucking James and his Muppets can't tell the 13 from the 14,
had go sort out some waste land for a stunt tomorrow." He looks from Red to
Aerin who gets a nod. "Hey, and its a fucking miracle I have even noticed, but
you don't look right, want me to fuck off for a bit?" He thumbs the corridor.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Persuasion: 6,5,4,1,9,7,1,
Aerin Thomas: A drag off the cigarette as
he watches them, calling on Gaia to let him cheat once again. A nod goes to
Spitfire, a bit of a smile. "Hey, man."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *a look to aerin for a
moment, tilt of her head, asking.....as if it was up to him*
Aerin Thomas: His lips purse, briefly,
before he nods to her, and looks to Spitfire. "I don't mind. Come on in."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *moving to let bruce in,
she moves to take his coat if he takes it off once inside* yeah....cmon....
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Now he doesn't notice much but he notices that, the asking, the pursing. "Sorry, is one of them moment things." He steps on in
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: dont worry about
it.....I know that kind of stuff isnt your thing anyways...its cool..*half
murmured, shutting the door behind him*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
Red as she helps him with his coat, wait Charles taught him about this stuff. He
moves to sit in one of the chairs, he already said sorry and they didn't ask him
to leave.
Aerin Thomas: "No problem." He leans back
on the couch, watching Spitfire. "How are you doing?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *blinking only for a
moment when he takes the chair, she hangs his jacket up with the rest of hers
hanging from the hooks by the door, heading to sit on the couch again, legs
folded close and crossed*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Save for that
little bump over the date, I ‘am groovy. How are you Aerin? Did you bring the
T-Shirt?"
Aerin Thomas: "Sorry, haven't found it
yet." He smiles a little, looking to Kaeleigh before looking back to the man.
"Little bump over the date?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: the 13th and 14 mixup for
his stunt....*half leaning forward on her crossed legs......curious....but not
askng about the tshirt*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Yeah, a
retard thought the stunt was tonight and it is tomorrow, started getting all the
equipment out and shit, a pot head for sure, he wants another pay check he
better fucking pull his finger from his ass and get it back on the pulse." He
looks to Ted, head tilted, those lips pursing as they do and something in his
eyes which is a strange look for him "Hey Red, you alright?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Ted=Red))
Aerin Thomas: "Oh. Right, sorry." He shakes
his head. "I must not have had enough to drink yet...my brain cells aren't woken
up." A little grin.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *picking up what looks
like coffee(*chuckles*), she takes a gooooood few gulps, shrugnodding to bruce*
yeah.....fine...why?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "You look
upset, nervous."
Aerin Thomas: He looks at Bruce, then over
to Kaeleigh, head tilted curiously. The expression on his face is nothing but
supportive toward her.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *muttered quietly, more
gulps of the 'coffee' held in her hands* I am ...nervous.....I
guess....yeah......*not reeeeeally wanting to admit but she does, taking a deep
breath and letting it out as she sits back into the couch now, another few
gulps*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: A small frown,
almost a scowl, he hated this shit. "It's me right?" Spitfire the Master of
observation.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: why?*noticing the scowl as
she looks up, another gulp or two and the 'coffee' is gone, blinking slowly* and
if something is bothering you you dont have to worry about it.....like I said..I
know you dont like that kind of stuff.....
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He lets the
scowl go and stands moving over to Kaeleigh. "Shift over Red." As he goes to sit
next to her, arm over her shoulder...if she will let him.
Aerin Thomas: He's just an observer at this
moment...support for sure, a mediator if needed to be. Maybe even protection.
Definitely a man smoking a cigarette.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ..um..kay*she looks
slightly surprised at his moving over , and she does shift, herself between
aerin and bruce now, surprised at the arm over her shoulder as well....but she
lets him*
Aerin Thomas: He shifts a little, leaning
forward to ash the cigarette, glancing between them.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Emp (WP): 6,3,3,5,7,9,3,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason -> Aerin Thomas:
((He is concerned, even a little worried, he
feels he has obvious fucked up or she has finally reached her limit and can't
stand him anymore, a fact he seems to know all to well, an acceptance like this
happens to him all the time.))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Do you
want me to go?" He knew she wouldn't be able to stand him for a long period. He
warned her.
Aerin Thomas: He sighs and runs a hand
through his hair, taking a drag off of his cigarette, leaning back.
Unbelievable.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *blinking, her own
brows furrowing now, she shakes her head, he might being close enough to her now
be able to smell the whiskey that was in teh coffee she was drinking* if Id have
wanted you to go I would have said to go........remember, what I mentioned about
that sort of thing?...about if you keep asking...?
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *hearing aerins sigh, she
closes her eyes, hand rubbing her head, murmuring softly* what?
Aerin Thomas: "Nothing, Kae." He smiles a
little bit. "It's just that Spitfire believes that you can't tolerate him
anymore. I just...was sympathizing with the man. I've been there before,
myself."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks over
at Aerin, what is he a fucking mind reader.
Aerin Thomas: He shrugs a little to Bruce.
Just empathic as hell.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: jesus fucking christ on a
goddamn pogo stick will someone say SOMEthing?*frowning as she runs fingers
through her hair, looking rather frustrated...the inhibitions worn down enough
from the diluted alcohol now.....in fact reaching for the undiluted stuff in the
bottle*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "How much wood
can a fucking woodchuck chuck!" She said something
Aerin Thomas: He blinks. Didn't he just say
something?
Aerin Thomas: "I'm sorry." Green eyes look
at Kaeleigh, a little confused, but apologetic. "I wasn't trying to be all
silent man here. I'm just...not sure what to say. There's a situation here that
involves you two, and I feel a little like a third wheel, in a way that I feel
like I'm making any potential tension that may exist for whatever reason worse.
And I'm not sure how to make that better."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *after a semi
apologetic(but still frustrated) look to aerin, she looks at bruce oddly* look,
I know you hate to talk about shit like this, but y'know, quit joking and
fucking deal for right now, ok? why the hell would you think I cant tolerate
you?.....ESPECIALLY after last night?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He half chews
his bottom lip, how to say this right. "Am not fucking sure, all I know is
generally if I know people and there upset, it's me, doing or saying something
right fucking out there, so it has grown.... well I just accept when people are
fucking upset it is my fault, lucky I learnt to deal a long time ago, otherwise
I’d have drowned in that angst crap."
Aerin Thomas: Oh, dear Christ. He hates
macho...it's always ugly when emotions come into play. "Spitfire...I just want
to throw something out here. Just...put it in the background, okay? Of all the
people who have hit the point where they can't stand you...how many have
actually said they can't stand you...and how many have you just decided
they couldn't, and you left?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: aerin....Im sorry if
this is making you uncomfortable....honestly.....youre not making any tension on
my part or adding to any either.......in fact youre being here is making me feel
better about talking about this........but..if you would rather go I can
understand......*looking to bruce afterwards*........how do you get me not being
able to tolerate you , thinking somethings your fault.....from me ....being
nervous or having a hard time talking about my feelings period? hell......I have
a hard tme talking about them with him and its like he knows what IM feeling
half the time anyways!*looking to bruce but gesturing to aerin*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
Aerin "Quite a fucking few. They generally say it with a guns or sharps being
the top two" He grins that manic grin "Some of the time -I- have wandered off on
my own, but it's in my nature that."
Aerin Thomas: "I'm tolerably uncomfortable,
Kaeleigh. Believe me, when it comes to me, lack of comfort is a relative term."
He pats her leg warmly, and looks to Bruce. "Let me guess. Mostly vampires, or
at the very least, the rough and tumble crowd, right?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Actually I
hate most of my fucking kind, political bastards is what they are, never trust
them bearing gifts or being nice, they just want muscle for shit, some of the
others, yeah, rough and tumble kind. As far as mortals go, I don't usually work
the circles on a long term basis, to wild, to reckless most mortals are chained
to there existence can't break the shackles of there enslaver and I certainly
haven't invited one to stay the night in my haven like Red, that’s just
insane...yet I did…” He thinks onthat “I ‘am a risk taker."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she just sits there
letting 'them' talk,taking a few more good slugs from teh bottle before setting
it down for a moment and wandering into the kitchen, a bit of a wobble to her
walk*
Aerin Thomas: He sighs. "Listen. Spitfire.
I like you. I shouldn't. I should be dedicated to my duty and rip to to shreds.
But I'm hardly your normal 10-foot-tall fur-covered ball of death and
destruction...and I'm a fan of the treaty. So I like you. I tell you what,
though...if my situation wasn't already involved elsewhere and/or I was
just a little less honorable, I'd have taken the opportunity to manipulate the
situation and kick your ass out the door. Because I care very, very much about
that woman." Pointing to the wobbling doctor. "And frankly, as much as it
bothers me, because I'm jealous as shit, I'd rather see her happy with you, if
you two really do care about each other romantically, then see her unhappy in
any way, shape, or form. Now, if you hurt her, I'll be mounting your skull on my
wall for a dartboard and will be wearing your fingerbones as a necklace, the
rest of you will be decorating the bottom of the Hudson for quite a while. Until
then, though..." He shakes his head, looking at him in a sort of annoyed plead.
"Don't fuck this up. Please?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He listens
to the man, the first bit, and the threats, which get a slight lip quiver. To
his credit he actually take it all in. "...". He doesn't know what to say.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *in the kitchen she can be
heard going through the fridge, then the cupboards, cursing softly(irish gaelic,
one of the things she KNOWS well how to speak in it being swears*G*)*
Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and leans forward,
grabbing the whiskey. "Kae...do you have anymore alcohol? After that verbal
diarrhea of honesty, I think we may need more." He takes a couple good, strong
pulls off the whiskey bottle.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "I miss
drinking"
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I've been
rediscovering the joys in spades lately," he mutters as he takes another shot
off the bottle and sets it down, chain-lighting a new cigarette and stubbing the
old one out in the ashtray he's brought over.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yyyyeeaah......vodka..ifn
ydon mindit......some notso good as that stuffs whiskey...*called from the
kitchen, rustling of some celophane packacking being opened*
Aerin Thomas: "If the proof's over fifty,
it'll work," he says with a pained chuckle.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He sits there,
the punk on the couch really having to think about something for the first time
in...well years.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *glass clinking, she comes
back out from the kitchen, a bag of chocolate chip cookies held in her teeth,
bottle of vodka(tangueray sterling, mmmm) and some wild turkey whiskey, one in
each hand*
Aerin Thomas: He stands up and moves to
take something from her and help her back to the couch, in case she's weaving
too much. The alcohol gets a look of relief. "You're a godsend, hon."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Bruce..."
he says to Kaeleigh as she comes in then he snorts, he always did, a bit of a
coke head in life old habits haven't really faded that much, theres no coke now
but the memory remains.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she was weaving a bit,
his help getting her back to the couch safely, plopped down with a thud almost*
yeah.....always healin us doctors an shit, huh? or at least tryin to.....s'like
an addiction...........y'ever......ever*slow QUITE drunk grin, she must have had
some while in the kitchen* ever holda heart.....in yer hands......that aint
movin...an.......an massage it, rub it back t'life when it aint movin or workin
anymore? s'most mazin feelin...er drug...smore like a drug yaknow?
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *the word....or name, from
spitfire gets her looking and blinking at him...confused*...wha?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "In life my
name was Bruce...Bruce Freemason.... but for god sakes don't tell anyone, I have
a rep and the last thing I need is my fucking arch nemesis coming up and calling
me Bruce...takes all the shock out of it, might as well call me Terry." He
grins. Was this him...sharing something.
Aerin Thomas: "No, never done that, Kae."
He sets her, gently, down on the couch, and sits next to her, looking to
Spitfire curiously.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (and honestly, I
realized near the end of typing hte heart thing the analogy that could be
drawn.........had noooo clue til I was almost done*chuckles*) *that gets a tilt
of her head, blinking, an odd but soft look.....not angry or frustrated or upset
like before.......then it hits her, facepalming herself, bag of cookies dropped
to her lap* awwww fuuuuuuck me*both hands rubbing her face*......I
never........I never knew your fucking name.....all this time....
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He shrugs "My
heart is dead, no amount of rubbing will bring it back, no problem." He flashes
that grin, time for the Daredevil to come back he thinks
Aerin Thomas: He sighs and rubs her
shoulder, smilinga little bit despite herself. "Easy, there, Doctor Drunk. Don't
beat yourself up too much."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *looking to bruce, she
gives a quiet and ironic smile, chewing her lip and nodding, speaking softly*
yeah....guess.....guess not.....dead is...dead is dead...yeah?*licking her lips,
she looks to aerin and thpthts him*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Let just say,
if I went into a morgue and take a nap, no one would notice." He grins that
grin, good the mood was rising.
Aerin Thomas: He smiles faintly and reaches
out for whatever bottle is closest, then leans back, uncapping it. A moment's
thought, before he takes a good, strong drink.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: h...hey.....I...I gotsh*clears
her throat ,shaking her head slightly* I gots an idea....*looking to bruce*....in.....in
tha cupboard...in tha kitchen.....'bove the sink.....theresa shotglass set......gwan
get one........then....then nab tha lil....lil rollkit...from m'coat....
Aerin Thomas: He looks at Kae, brow raising
a little bit. Clearly having no idea what she's planning.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He smiles
seeing where she was going with this but shakes his head slightly "Your drunk,
its not right, you wouldn't be saying it if you were sober."
Aerin Thomas: "Okay...I'm confused. Huh?"
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *hmphing....almost a pout,
rolling her eyes and shaking her head reaching for the vodka* whatever.....wasnt
when I gave y'the christmas present......was I?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "She wants to take the blood from her veins and put it in a shot glass so I can drink with you."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: s'only fair....we're
drinkin an he cant less.....yknow....*her hands doing a 'yknow' type of gesture
as she speaks*
Aerin Thomas: "...ah." He blinks. "Gotcha."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: sorry....*looking to aerin,
she leans her forehead againt his shoulder, blinking slowly* was tryin t'be
subtle bout it cuz didnt want it t'bother yas....didnt know if it would....
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Keep quiet,
just weather it out, if the wolf has a problem, well someone is either walking
away with a Dartboard or a Rug.
Aerin Thomas: "Only in...the way I
mentioned before, Kae." He pats her leg warmly, leaning over to kiss her scalp.
"Thank you for thinking about that, though."
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she nods gently, a
sweet slow smile to the affectionatelike gestures from aerin* ywelcome...* a
look to bruce at the joke, and she snorts softly into quiet snickering* cuuuute
Aerin Thomas: ((I think Bruce's post was
non-verbal, hon. *S*))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((It was *s*))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (do'oh*G* dlpart of post
then*G*)
Aerin Thomas: He smiles a bit, then leans
back again, taking another shot off the whiskey bottle.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: Yep, that
silence descending again, Bruce just taps his black fingernails on the armrest.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *sitting up, she stretches
and mmphs, chuckling as she flops back into the couch herself, eyeing bruce for
a few moments, then leaning to whisper to him*
Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Bruce and
Kaeleigh a moment, and takes another shot of the alcohol. Looks like it might be
time for him to go soon.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *holding up her hand to
bruce for him to shake it after leaning back, totally serious(since shes not
sober) look on her face after she murmurs the word*.......I promise....
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Alertness: 7,1,3,4,7,4,
Aerin Thomas: ((Yeah, he was that
masochistic to be curious. Luckily only one succ, though. *S*))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks at
her then the hand, then Aerin "If where fucking talkin' about this, no offense
to Aerin there, but am not doing it like on Jerry Springer, just you and me."
Aerin Thomas: He looks between them, and
nods, standing. "It's fine." A faint smile. "I'll let myself out...you guys
talk. I'll see you later, Kae." He leans down to kiss her forehead once more,
then nods to Spitfire. "I'll see you later."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He nods to
Aerin "Later...and...well...thanks." He grumbles it out, no use to giving it.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((not use))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *blinking to bruce, then
to aerin, she sighs and nods, touching a hand to aerins arm when he kisses her
forehead, giving a squeeze* Im sorry.......thank you....
Aerin Thomas: "I meant all of what I said,
Spitfire. All of it." He nods to him. "You're welcome." And he turns to leave.
Aerin Thomas: A pause, and he looks to Kaeleigh at her words. A moment passes, where he watches her, then just nods and turns back around, heading to the door.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He watches Aerin leave and does think about that hand that was offered, that freedom to be who he is. Then why the fuck was he still here!
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she watches aerin go
as well, closing her eyes after a moment, taking a little bit before opening her
eyes again and lookng to bruce*
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *taking something out of
her pocket, her cellphone, she hits a few buttons, then closes it, putting it
back away, eyes to bruce again*
Aerin Thomas: The door is opened, and
gently shut behind him. A pause, and then he shakes his head. A deep sigh
escapes, before he moves to the car, opening the door and getting in. A faint
smirk, just on the fair side of bitter, before he starts it up and drives off.
((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs*))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Cheers
man! Cool *hugs*))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: (meant to
be after hes 'just' outside the door or even to his car when he gets this)
txt:lve u.....c u soon
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: TXT:
Love you, too. Be happy...be careful. C U.