Brent Blackthorne: He enters the small cafe, looking around briefly. It'll have to do, he's hungry for a midnight snack and not everything is open at this hour. City that never sleeps... right.

Brent Blackthorne: He sits down, giving a dismissive nod to the waiter as he is given a menu. Facing the door so that he may watch people, he opens up the menu.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan enters the restaurant at Aerin's side, his long blond hair pulled back into a thick braid, his petite, muscular frame hugged by a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with a pink button down open over it.

Brent Blackthorne: What is this fascination with burgers? He shakes his head, finally finding something that might be edible. He waits impatiently, then gives his order when the waiter finally plucks up the courage to face him again. "A chicken caesar salad. Leave the croutons off. Instead, I prefer pitted black olives, in small slices around the outer rim. Hot water for tea, and I wish for a lemon wedge. Not a slice. A *wedge*. On the saucer. Good man."

Aerin Thomas: He walks alongside Ethan, holding the door open for him, letting the young man in before him. He moves in right after, his staff in one hand. Not something you'd normally see in a cafe...a man with a staff. But hey, this is New York.

Brent Blackthorne: He glances up at the two who enter. Curious, the one looks... familiar. Ah, yes. Park. Earlier this evening. A polite tilt of his head to Aerin if he looks over.

Brent Blackthorne: ((if anyone needs DD, let me know))

Ethan Anderson: He bumps his hip into Aerin's, flashing the man an almost bright smile before he tumbles himself into a chair.

Aerin Thomas: A little smile from the man to Ethan, and he looks up toward Brent, meeting his gaze. A brief nod, before he moves to take a seat across from Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances at Brent and blushes slightly as he jerks his eyes back to Aerin. "he's hot."

Brent Blackthorne: He gets his cup of hot water, looking at the sorry lemon "wedge" with extreme disapproval. "This is not a wedge," he says to the waiter sternly. "This is a semi-thick slice. It will not do. Bring me a lemon wedge for the tea. And do you have anything beyond the pathetic assortment of so-called teas in this caddy?" He has a distinct upperclass British accent, and a rather strident voice.

Aerin Thomas: "More your style then mine," he says with a little chuckle.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's eyes roll. "And the accent?"

Brent Blackthorne: He settles back in his seat with a small harrumph as the shaken waiter returns to the kitchen. Normally, such a man would merely get his food spat upon, but THIS one...should not be angered, that is clear.

Brent Blackthorne: d10: overhear next: 5,2,9,3,7,

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, yeah, well, that's an entirely different story." He shrugs, grinning a bit.

Ethan Anderson: He laughs softly and glances at Brent again. "Huh..."

Brent Blackthorne: He gets his lemon wedge, and a few more tea packets for choices, and his salad. With the olives in place of croutons. He purses his lips, but can find nothing to complain about. He selects a tea and dangles it in the cup.

Brent Blackthorne: Flick! His eyes lock onto Ethan's and remain there when the young man dared to glance over at him. Teabag dangling in the hot water, he simply remains with his gaze fixed.

Brent Blackthorne: He is dressed in a nice teal shirt that brings out the green in his eyes, and a pair of tailored black slacks. Well-used, expensive black hiking boots, a full length tan cashmere coat on the seat beside him.

Aerin Thomas: "Huh, what?" He raises an eyebrow, watching Ethan with a vaguely curious look.

Ethan Anderson: He flushes hotly, lips parting as Brent locks eyes with him...He swallows and drops his eyes to the ground.

Brent Blackthorne: Hmph! No challenge. Rather disappointed, he targets his gaze on Aerin.

Ethan Anderson: "Oh, Gaia," he breathes, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *walking into the cafe, for once shes got on a nice and long jacket, its getting colder out and her penchant for wearing old green hospital scrubs home from work(not the ones she uses there of course)does nothing much for warmth......strawberry blond hair back in a braid , that funny looking knit hat on her head, she looks thinner than she used to, and she look fit before, definate dark circles under her eyes.....and she looks beat...like she just got off shift, the lanyard around her neck with her hospital IDs jingling as she takes off the scarf when she gets inside, tired aqua eyes looking about*

Aerin Thomas: He looks over his shoulder, frowning a little bit at Brent. Instant protectiveness there, and he watches Brent, eyes instantly appraising the man, as if determining threat.

Brent Blackthorne: He is attempting to lock eyes with Aerin, a contemptuous eyebrow raised as if in question.

Aerin Thomas: And he is MORE then willing to meet the man's gaze. And no. He most definitely does not look away.

Ethan Anderson: "Ok-k-kay you t-t-tw-two..."

Brent Blackthorne: ~A solid brick wall of muscles, a powerful fury lurking just beneath the surface...some might consider him a threat.~

Brent Blackthorne: His lips thin out into a bare bones smile and he maintains eye contact.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion Gift: 10,3,9,3,8,6,9,

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Add in pure breed if any.))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: per+alert: 8,6,8,5,1,4,

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't respond to Ethan for a moment, turning in his chair to fully face Brent. No smile...no trace of emotion. Almost frighteningly so.

Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((Oh, I know. *G*))

Ethan Anderson: He petite kin hauls himself out of the chair and pads to the counter.

Brent Blackthorne: The smile disappears, his stare intense.

Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((NJo need to do so on the gift...you only need one succ for that. :) For the facedown, I'm all over it. ;) ))

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((~LOL~ I'm sure you are! I meant the facedown *G* I just timed the PM wrong.))

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Did 3rd ed change the rules? Is it still Char+Intim, or Rage whichever is higher?

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *someone familiar caught out the corner of her eye....he seems busy as it is........fine enough, she heads to the counter where theres a couple seats and orders a large coffee to go.....glancing the other way every once in a while*

Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((It is. Char+Intim or Rage vs. Opponent's WP, you must score your opponent's Wits+5 to win. So for Aerin, it's WP 6, Wits is 3, so you need 8 successes vs. 6))

Aerin Thomas: He leans forward, tensing a little bit, not looking away from the man's gaze. Not wavering...not blinking. No one else is here right now.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan hovers up by the counter, orders a coffee...wishes, desperately for some X.

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Brent is WP 5, Wits 3))

Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((So diff 4 due to Persuasion, need 8 succ. Ready for first roll? *G*))

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((*L* Go ahead))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Intimid (WP): 6,1,3,5,5,6,5,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she glances over at the young man at the counter quietly, tired aqua eyes blinking slowly, she murmurs a soft hello before looking back to the counter waiting for her drink*

Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((So I roll the same, too right? He's not having to use Rage.))

Brent Blackthorne: d10: Cha+Intim (WP): 4,5,7,3,2,

Ethan Anderson: "Hi," he says, softly, offering her a small smile.

Brent Blackthorne: The man has more guts to him than Brent figured on. A challenge!

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she seems slightly surprised he answered back, but she gives a slow nod, something like a grin* sorry....just..a bit surprised someone actually answered back for once.....

Ethan Anderson: He blinks. "Yeah, w-w-well I try and be nice so-so-somet-t-times."

Aerin Thomas: Not a twitch. Not a move of a muscle. His breathing is easy, his expression intense, piercing into the other man's eyes as he continues.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Intimidation: 3,5,9,5,6,8,4

Brent Blackthorne: d10: last try: 2,9,2,8,6,

Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((Yeah, same. Sorry, missed that somehow. :P))

Brent Blackthorne: He tries valiantly, but ultimately he drops his gaze. Breathing somewhat rapid as if he had been running a race.

Aerin Thomas: He leans back, taking a deep breath. Point made. He looks up to the counter, Brent forgotten for now, watching Ethan with Kaeleigh.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *if she notices the stutter she doesnt show it in the least, shrugging and nodding in answer*.....I suppose thats a good thing.....you seem like a nice young man....

Brent Blackthorne: His tea is nearly too dark. A momentary surge of rage at that fact, and the loss of face during the challenge. But the man deserves respect. So he neatly deposits the teabag on the saucer, squirts the lemon into the tea, and then stands up, walking to Aerin's table, a smile to his aristocratic face, his hand out in a welcoming gesture. "Well done," he says quietly. "I am Lord Blackthorne."

Aerin Thomas: He rises, extending his hand, excepting the compliment with a gracious nod. "Aerin Thomas."

Ethan Anderson: "Ethan," he says softly, extending his hand to Kaeleigh.

Brent Blackthorne: "You are well met, Mr. Thomas." A gracious nod, and he goes to return to his own table.

Brent Blackthorne: OOC> I didn't mean to steal your gracious nod! ~lol~ Oops.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: Kaeleigh...*she takes ethans hand in one of her slender but strong ones, shaking gently* nice to meet you.....

Aerin Thomas: "And likewise back." He watches Brent return to the table, then moves to join Ethan and Kaeleigh at the counter.

Ethan Anderson: "You t-too," he says, offering her another small smile.

Brent Blackthorne: He sits down to eat his salad, still rather miffed at the outcome of the challenge, but pleased that the other man also displayed sportsmanlike behavior.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances up at Aerin. "You stared down the hottie?"

Brent Blackthorne: ((And I'm going to fade off to get to bed! *hugs around*))

Aerin Thomas: "I did." He puts a hand on Ethan's shoulder and looks over to the woman. "Hey, Kaeleigh. How are you?"

Brent Blackthorne: ~finishes salad in record time, tea mostly undrunk, and leaves~

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she tries another one back at ethan, a small smile that is, before she notices aerin coming their way, taking a deep breath and paying for her coffee*

Ethan Anderson: He leans into Aerin with a grin. "next time I'm so just gonna go s-s-sit in his lap."

Aerin Thomas: ((*Hugs the Raven* Night, hon.))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey Aerin...fine........doing fine.........you?*finally looking up from paying to him, blinking slowly, voice soft*

Aerin Thomas: He looks down at Ethan, lips pursing a little. "Let's try to avoid mauling, eh? I've made it pretty well through the evil cursed day with no trauma today."

Aerin Thomas: "Ennh. Win some, lose som."

Ethan Anderson: "Sitting in his lap isnt' the same as mauling him." He huffs.

Aerin Thomas: ((Gaah. pursing = quirking. Mind wandered for a moment, there, and directed the fingers. :P))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *the trauma bit gets a lip twitch from her, very slight, almost unnoticeable......taking a deep breath and sighing it out before she picks up the coffee in both hands, sipping it like its the holy grail*

Aerin Thomas: A raised eyebrow. "I was talking about him mauling you, Ethan. Not so sure he would have appreciated it."

Ethan Anderson: "Mn...I dunno. He might've loved it."

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Kaeleigh, frowning a little in concern. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

Aerin Thomas: "Don't tempt fate. I've had enough people in my life doing that for one millenia." He squeezes Ethan's shoulder a little.

Ethan Anderson: "Sorry," he mumbles, nuzzling his cheek to Aerin's shoulder.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *chuckling softly, she just shakes her head and shrugs* not going to add to your day...*sipping the coffee more*

Aerin Thomas: "It's all right." His arm slides around Ethan's shoulders, squeezing in a light hug. He looks back to Kaeleigh.

Aerin Thomas: "Baah. Good Thanksgiving Birthdays are for the untraumatized." Yes, he's found his signature quote template. A little grin, before it mellows. "Seriously, Kae. What's up?"

Ethan Anderson: "I'll l-l-leave you two to talk," he murmurs, disengaging from Aerin to drift back to the table.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: nothing....the same as always.....*giving a slow shake of her head as she gives him that same stock quiet grin* just got off working another double....so....maybe its just showing..*eyes away, into the cup as she sips...*

Aerin Thomas: He looks back to Ethan, sighing lightly, something a little sad coming into his gaze, before he looks back to Kaeleigh.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy: 6,5,7,8,9,5,3,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: you dont need to leave ethan.....*murmuring softly his direction without looking, eyes to her coffee*

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: Confused, little sad...Horny as heck. :)

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: ((Wasn't for Ethan, but good to know. *G*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, for clarification, the Empathy war directed to Kaeleigh. :P))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: I should probably go, get home or something.....*starting to pick up the bag with the small salad in it*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan seems quite content to sit and sip at his coffee, waiting for the decadent bit of Death by Chocolate he ordered to arrive.

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((Still waitng on the results of that Emp, hon...))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *shes avoiding, not herself or at least the herself she used to be......its like shes an unemotional shell going through the emotions for show....the main one that comes out is depression*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: (sorry bout that...had to think how itd show)

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((No prob. *Hugs*))

Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little and reaches out, out of nowhere, to pull Kaeleigh into a hug, if she'll let him.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *that surprises her even more than ethan speaking to her before, and she stiffens at first, almost flinching, but doesnt push him away, letting him....just not joining in it either except for maybe a small token pat to his arm in confusion*

Aerin Thomas: He kinda figured on that, from the way he hugs her...not overly tightly, but with enough warmth for the both of them. He leans in to murmur to her.

Ethan Anderson: Oh! Cake! Ethan grins and digs in, eyes closing in bliss as he slowly licks the chocolately goodness from his fork.

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Kaeleigh...I don't know what's wrong, hon. But I recognize depression. I know the feeling very, very well. Better then most people in the city, I'd imagine. I know that Thanksgiving is a lonely time...and I know you've been through a lot of shit in the past year. I can sympathize. I'd like it if you'd talk to me about it. Because I care about you, deeply, and I'm worried about you."

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: Cha+Expression(WP): 6,8,2,4,4,3,

Ethan Anderson: Apparently, with Ethan, eating chocolate cake should be outlawed...He makes it look utterly sensual.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: and have you suggest I check into a mental hospital too?.....somehow........*lips fixing in a straight line for a moment before she closes her eyes, one hand raising to rub her temples gently*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *lips fixing in a straight line for a moment before she closes her eyes, one hand raising to rub her temples gently*

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Not necessarily, Kae. Believe me, if someone needed to be checked into a mental hospital, it was me, several months ago." Some faint amusement in his voice. "But if you don't talk to someone, you'll end up in one. Or worse. Why not me?"

Frank Poundmaker: *third place he'd been tonight.. and if he got one more server that looked at his canadian money like he was offering her tinfoiled catshit.. he was going to snap, its clear in the tense lines of the cree man's wirey frame, and the slight pulse in his jaw as he pushes the door open with a scarred palm*

Aerin Thomas: He continues murmuring quietly, maintaining the hug as he talks to her, or until she pulls away.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: because the last time I spoke about how I felt with someone he suggested either I go to a mental institution myself or hed take me to one..........and because your friend is waiting for you

Ethan Anderson: Ethan is utterly focused on his cake.

Frank Poundmaker: *he makes his way to the counter, letting the coins fall onto the serving area. a breif growled exchange. hmm. maybe he'd just not gotten angry enough, by new-york standards. nothing organic? a frown. he orders a roastbeef sandwich and a water. yes. pickles too. a pause as he just stares at the waitress with hard eyes* ...what the fuck are freedom fries?

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Kae..." He sighs. "I'm not going to throw you in a hospital, I promise. And if you really, truly don't want to talk about it, I'll let it go for now. But I want to help you. I think I can...without the need for padded rooms or medication. Let me, please. I care very much about you."

Ethan Anderson: His eyes rise and widen at the language, fork hovering near his mouth.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: fine*said with a slight set to her jaw* but not here....and I dont want to be rude to your friend ethan either.............*she doesnt look like she holds much stock in aerin let alone anyone caring very much..that bit just bypassed entirely*

Frank Poundmaker: *an explaination is muttered hastily, he narrows his eyes at the waitress, listening to something outside perhaps, before a gruff nod, exact change left on the counter, he slides into a booth and looks around as he waits, blad faced turned to ethan, a spark of recogntion as he notes Aerin*

Ethan Anderson: Dropping his eyes, the petite blond finishes his cake hurriedly.

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: A brief nod. "All right. Where to, then?"

Frank Poundmaker: *he watches in a kind of vague interest as Ethan hurries, a huff through his nose as he takes in the scents of the diner, a toothpick slid between thin lips*

Ethan Anderson: He licks his fork clean and picks up his plate, moving towards the counter.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *flicking tired aqua eyes about the restaurant as she keeps murmuring to aerin quietly, shrugging with a shake of her head*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: your friend is getting real uncomfortable about this ...big guy here anyways...........so...I dont know where to.......honestly I really dont care either

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "My friend is uncomfortable for reasons that have nothing to do with this. He's uncomfortable anyway." He sighs. "Tell you what. How about we just go out to my car and chat there?"

Aerin Thomas: Still speaking quietly to Kaeleigh, glancing back to Ethan and then back to her.

Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes track the boy.. nostrils flare slightly as he smells the woman bringing him his food long before it arrives, scenting her too perhaps. a gruff noise in his throat and a shake of his head as he's asked if he needs anything more. he begins to eat*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan runs his head along Aerin's arm as he passes. He smiles shyly to the woman at the counter and asks for more coffee.

Aerin Thomas: A look to Ethan and a smile, then he looks back to Kaeleigh.

Ethan Anderson: Aaaaand back to his table he goes with a fresh mug of coffee craddled between his small, strong hands. He's built compactly, short and leanly muscled...athlete of some sort, or he was.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: sure.....fine......

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *shrugging and nodding her head, her whole demeanor quiet, reserved, almost indifferent*

Frank Poundmaker: *damnit woman. forgot his pickle.. a creak of the booth and bones as he rises to his feet and moves to stand by ethan, moving out of the kids way as he gruffs.* excuse me. *a rasp to the waitress*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan tries not to brush along Frank's side as he passes but its kind of hard. He blushes and stammers out a soft apology.

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Kaeleigh, and moves away, finally, moving to Ethan and speaking to him quietly. "I'll be out in the car, hon...I have a few things to go over with Kae. if you need me..." He slips his arm around Ethan's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

Ethan Anderson: "Kay," he says, tipping his head up as he rises almost on tip toe to kiss Aerin's chin.

Frank Poundmaker: *Frank looks to his side then the kid, then is derailed by giving a jerk of his chin to aerin.. then his eyes narrow. did the blonde man just... kiss him?*

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little, accepting the kiss and leaning his head up to kiss Ethan's forehead, then moves away from the table, back to Kaeleigh. "This way," he says with a bit of a smile, gesturing toward the door.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *that rasp of a voice from frank gets a brief hard shiver running through her, fingers gripping the coffee cup decently hard, eyes distinctly avoiding aerin and ethan back there, she heads for the door*

Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes drift away from the offense of men showing each other womanly affection, lips pulling back from his teeth a moment before he watches the skirt swish out of the cafe. well. there went his appetite. he's handed a pickle on a plate, and goes back to sit ot his booth*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances curiously at Frank then settles in his seat, shifting a bit to pull his ponytail out from behind his back with a sigh.

Aerin Thomas: He follows Kaeleigh to the door, and leads her out to the car, hitting the automatic keylocks and moving to the driver side to slip in.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she slips to the other side of the car and gets in once the locks are taken care of, salad slid to her lap, large coffee in hand, door shut*

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He takes a seat in the car, looking over to her as he pulls out a cigarette, holding it up as if to ask if she minds. "So what's up, Kaeleigh?"

Frank Poundmaker: *frank concentrates on eating, a shake of his head. new york*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan sighs and sips at his coffee, shifting int he chair to tuck a leg beneath him.

Ethan Anderson: "So much for a nice quiet night," he mutters, snorting as he sips at the coffee, eyes shifting from Frank to the door and back.

Frank Poundmaker: *sandwich? what sandwich? he makes short work of it, eating like he's not eaten in days, which.. from looking at the gaunt native man, isn't too hard to imagine. he sets in on his "freedom fries", he states blandly* How much more quiet did you want?

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *shaking her head, indifferent to the cigarette, her eyes keep to either the coffee or the window outside*....honestly , aerin...I wouldnt know where to start......so far Ive avoided and managed to not talk about it or anything ....except for twice now.....*flicking a quick look to him before looking out the window*

Ethan Anderson: "Well, its n-n-not so much the quantity as the qu-quality of quiet."

Frank Poundmaker: *a breath inhaled through his nose, a deep sigh, and the native man goes back to eating the rest of his food, silvery white teeth crunching on a pickle*

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He nods and lights the cigarette. "Well, let's start from the beginning. Usually a good place. Why are you at your current state? When did it begin?"

Ethan Anderson: "W-was s-supposed to be just me and Aerin tonight. Hanging out." he shrugs listlessly.

Frank Poundmaker: *he watches the blond in vague interest between bites. what a ...woman... how did that guy not get his ass kicked like.. every 5 minutes?, he pushes his plate away and rests the hard line of his chin in his grizzled hand*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts his shoulders and shrugs out of the button down, lean muscles shifting beneath his pale skin. He snorts and shakes his head slightly, settling his hair behind his shoulders.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: you honestly dont know?*shrugging and sighing with a shake of her head afterwards* suppose thats almost not surprising........and my guess would be after nearly being raped and beat, humiliated degraded and having my who I thought was a mate leave me on top of all that because I wasnt kin, I didnt have breeding........and the one guy before him Id thought had interest, newly finding he's kin and doesnt want anything to do with me in that way ....again, because Im not kin........getting ignored except for the token occasional phonecall from everyone

Frank Poundmaker: *he breathes, lanky frame moving with each breath as he finishes off his pickle, and wipes his hands on tight grimey jeans, he gets up, braid falling over his shoulder with a heavy tug at his scalp*

Ethan Anderson: His blue eyes flick to Frank and then away again as he lifts the mug to his lips.

Frank Poundmaker: *the intense form of the wirey cree half turns, and he rasps* what?

Ethan Anderson: He blinks. "N-nothing." He blinks again and lowers the cup. "Just looking."

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "I'm sorry that's the case, Kae." He sighs, sadly. "I...there's people who care for you, hon. I promise, there is. I'm one of them...and I know what it's like, to go through what you've been through. Seriously, I do." His lips purse, and he leans back in the seat as he lights the cigarettem taking the opening drag and cracking the window to exhale it out. "Not exactly the same, but...violation, rejection, people leaving, not being 'good enough'...I've felt all of that. And I know how hard it is."

Frank Poundmaker: ...at what? *he turns slowly all the way around, eyes darkening dangerously* expecting a raindance?

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *snorting softly, giving a quiet ironic smile as she nibles her lip, shrugging, she murmurs quietly* should have seen the look on his face when I told him when he wanted to talk to me a few weeks ago that Id wished hed finished the job, if not then, then somepoint in the future.......

Ethan Anderson: "I'm s-sorry?" He frowns. "People look at p-people."

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "You're talking about Jamie." He frowns a little bit, something hard hitting his eyes.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: yeah.......was an interesting look......think it was a few moments after that he mentioned the 'being committed to a mental institution' thing............

Frank Poundmaker: *a narrowing of eyes before he turns slowly back around, moving towards the door. swear to gaia. if he was being checked out.. a sardonic smirk as he shakes his head* Enjoy your quiet

Ethan Anderson: "Have a good night,' he murmurs softly, sincerely.

Frank Poundmaker: *and the dour cree stalks out of the diner, moving through the night towards battery, to catch some sleep*

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Ahh." He frowns, deeply. "He's wrong, Kaeleigh. You don't need committing. Depression is something that can be helped. And I'd like to help you with it." A drag of the smoke, and he exhales it out the car window. "Hon...I know you've beeen through some very difficult times. Andrew put us both through some difficult times. And I'm sorry he hurt you. And I'm fairly positive Jamie didn't help. But what happened...none of it is your fault. You know that, right?"

Ethan Anderson: Shivering, Micah puts money down on the table and moves outside to climb into the backseat of Aerin's car, curling up.

Ethan Anderson: ((Ethan even. GACK!))

Aerin Thomas: ((HAH! I'm not the ONLY person to make that error!))

Ethan Anderson: ((*LOL* Yeah but this wasn't in the heat of um...y'know!))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: yeah.....I know....its the fault of something I cant control.........just so happened the first man I ever dated didnt come back or whatever, probably for the same reason jamie left me and anthony wont come near me.....

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (*snickers*)

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: (and if ethan really gets into the car she quiets immediately*Chuckles*)

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((S'okie...I'm fairly...off as it is. As in, intoxicated. Been a long night...but dammit, Aerin can fix people, even when his player is DRUNK! :) Let's say, Aerin drops her off and promises to talk to her later?))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: sure....she'll be fairly unbelieving in attitude and all that.....and if youre still up for it I should be on tomorrow night

Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((Perfect. *Hugs* TTYL, hon. Thanks for the RP))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *hugs* later....an thanks you too