Ita McNairee: *jingling.. curvey little pikey making her rounds, looking for someone to grab her and tell her somthing to do. or not. just checkin in, she runs a hand through her hair as she looks for familiar faces, pattering down the hallway*

Ricky Prince: He's leaning against the door frame to the break room, cigarette in hand. Holding out a lit Zippo in front of him, waving it back and forth, watching the flame. Crazy fuckin' Gangrel...

Ita McNairee: 1,9,5,8,

Ita McNairee: *she doesn't spot ricky in the door frame until she's nearly at his shoulder, skittering sideways with a clatter and a yelp as she just catches the falme out of the corner of her eye*

Ricky Prince: He looks at her a moment, then snaps the Zippo shut and nods her way. "Sorry...didn't mean to frighten ya." He takes a drag from his cigarette, watching her. "Ya okay?"

Ita McNairee: jaaysus.. *she rakes a hand through her hair and shakes her head, leaning along the wall* Spooked me ye ded.. *big brown eyes flick to the smoke* why ye smoken?

Ricky Prince: "Mortal habit." He shrugs. "Never died when I did. Plus, it makes it easier to pretend to be human on those cold winter nights, when everyone else is breathing fog into the air."

Ita McNairee: *she grumbles something then gives a sigh, dropping into a squat* dangerous habit tae keep oop, ne'er tha less.

Ricky Prince: He shrugs, pulling the smoke out of his mouth and staring at the cherry. "Consider it a challenge. If I'm stronger then the fire, it goes out before I do, ya know?"

Ita McNairee: och.. *she shakes her head, giving a laugh as she watches him* ah reckon ah dinae 'ave time fer challenges o tha sort. rather jes keep me wee arse tae steps awa frem burnen oop, thank ye.

Ricky Prince: He chuckles a little, flicking the lighter back and forth between his fingers. "Believe me, I ain't a fan of bein' burned, myself. It's just...test o' wills. Can I keep the Beastie under control, or does it go wild, and I run off, lookin' like a pansy-ass?" He shrugs. "Beastie usually loses."

Ita McNairee: och yer a cocky sonsabetch aren't ye? *she grins up at him from her crouch*

Ricky Prince: He grins. "Yeah, I am. I'm also a stubborn bastard, too." He nods to her. "So howya been, Ita?"

Ita McNairee: och. been aulrecht. mother's days a betch, but ah'm feelen peaches noow. Ah'm a resilient bint meself *she considers her words, then nods. yep. correct* thenken ah'll mayhap gawn tae tha park an pounce folks agreeable tae a pouncen

Ricky Prince: He chuckles. "Yeah, resilient's a good way to put it. Ya always seem to bounce back from things. So, ya find a lot of folk ta pounce in the park?"

Ita McNairee: och there's aulways somewan friendly. oor soon tae be friendly anywhoo. *she gives an impressive shrug, jingling* wha's a sort like yerself dae fer fun lads? side frem fook aboot wie fire?

Ricky Prince: He shrugs. "Well, I've got duties with my pack, of course. That's not all as much fun as it is more work." He gives a roll of the eyes. "Beyond that...I've got some side interests here and there."

Ita McNairee: *she bites her lip, curious.* pack?

Ricky Prince: He nods. "In the Sabbat, we run in packs, chica. They're our families. Everything revolves around 'em. I got one, same as anyone else."

Ita McNairee: Tha's nice *she nods* like pikeys. *she looks up at him* aye. sounds nice. ah reckon ah've tha sort o' theng. jes nae really as close as et seems ye mean. jes lots o friends. an nae aul o them are vampies aye? sae ah bet different. boot we aul take care o each ether.

Ricky Prince: He gives her an odd look, for a long moment, then shrugs. "'at's cool. I got a couple morty friends. Don't know what I am, and I keep 'em nice and separate from my Sabbat stuff, or here."

Ita McNairee: 2,2,1,5,

Ita McNairee -> Ricky Prince: (well that was per + empathy to figure out the odd look. so feed me some crap *laughs*)

Ricky Prince -> Ita McNairee: He must have been hurt that Ita assumed that all of his friends were vampires. Jeez, woman, you think just because they're Sabbat, that they don't have human friends? Man....

Ita McNairee: *she bites her lip, rising from her crouch* ah'm soory loves.. did ah hurt yer feelins? ah didnae mean tae. *she cocks her head, looking to ricky in concern. he was a baddie.. but he was nice enough*

Ricky Prince: He blinks at her a moment, then takes a drag off his cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the empty break room. "Naah, I'm fine. Didn't say nothin' wrong."

Ita McNairee: yer sure loves? ah dae steck me foot en me maw right tae tha arse sometimes.. *nibbles*

Ricky Prince: "Trust me, we're cool, girl." He grins a little. "Like I keep tellin' ya, us Gangrel stick together."

Ita McNairee: *she gives a pleasant grin nodding* ah reckon yer nae tae bad a folk, fer a baddie.

Ricky Prince: He grins at that, laughing a bit. "Thanks, I think." He looks at the clock, and sighs. "Well, I better get outa here. Shifts off, and I gotta long trip back ta Jersey." He looks to her. "Stay cool, chica. I'll catch ya later."

Ita McNairee: Och *she nods, giving a jingling wave and heading down the hall* take care Ricky loves. be nice. *she grins back at him over her shoulder, trundling around a corner* Tell yer folks allo. *nods as she disappears*

Ricky Prince: He nods, stubbing his cigarette out, and heads off to change before heading home.