Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: He breaks and stands up leaning on the cue "What you think coz you're all the beautiful people that you can take the world by storm and treat all us little folks like shit, that it lady, you that up yoursel" and he looks up as it comes on and groans looking over to the juke box with a look of what're you doing

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((you can send him a sitemail, though, if you need to. *G* or, i can ping him for you and tell him you were looking for him. if you'd like?))

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: ((nope, am not ash, sorry kev))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers at the brat* no. i just hate rugrats. especially ones close to breeding age. *a snort that might be amused* at least you've got decent enough taste in music not to wanna hear THAT crap. *misses another shot! whee!*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *a low growl in German. and she very carefully takes aim. and smirks as she stands back--victorious this time*

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: "Breeding age, right like I'm gonna go off and fucking spread my seed all over the world. you're the one dressed like you want to go stand on the street corner not me." he says shaking his head and snorting "But the music I'll agree on. Now stop looking at me like I spat in your food, I can asure you I didn't, they don't let me work in those places." He moves round his table to start playing, potting one of the solids

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *smirks at the kid* a smart crotch dropping, who would've thought? the world may be coming to an end. no reason i should look at you any different than i do everybody else. *and misses a shot. following it almost immediately with one that does sink a ball*

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: He leans down at the table and just starts playing, he doesn't seem to be sticking to the rules, just potting what he can see, he's not exctly good, but he's not bad either. paying her no attention.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers at him. and tries for another shot. explaining its probable parentage in a conversational voice when it fails to follow her will. in German, of course*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *mutters, as "Groove is in the Heart" blares out* somebody needs to shoot that thing. and whoever put on that song....*and sinks a ball*

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: And he just plays, doesn't even look up over to her, barely looks up from his table. picking his drink up and taking a swig before resuming his game. moving round the table in silent contemplation of it.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *she shakes her head and sets down the cuestick to go and put in some better music. although, an entirely appropriate song comes on as she's doing so--"Bubba Shot the Jukebox". someone has a sense of humor.... and heads back to her claimed table*

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: He puts the earphone back into his MP3 player and leans down playing the shot but switching to right handed due to angle, watching the third ball sink since he stopped conversing. glancing up to the clock as it does and he stand back up.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *Dope's "You Spin Me 'Round" helps her make her next shot. she nods once, satisfied*

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: He sighs and plays the another shot potting it and laying the cue down on the table having tonly potted the four of them, picking up his drink, the rest of the balls still left on the table.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *smirks at the kid. and sinks another one to the dulcet voice of Rob Zombie, crooning so lovingly about a "Living Dead Girl".*

Keith Newcomb: ((Why not ... anyone mind the sleaze?))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((*L* i don't. we'll see how violently Surly disagrees with him. *winks*))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): They key to being someplace you shouldn't is to look, or at least act, like you belong. And while Alexi's good looks, obvious money and designer clothes indicate he doesn't belong something about the arrogant smirk and aura of power that hangs about him seems to indicate that he does.
The sleeves of his crisp black button down are rolled up to his elbows, the tails tucked into his snug, designer jeans and the seems stretched tight across his broad shoulders. A thick black belt hugs his trim hips, the heavy gold buckle bright against the dark denim. Combat boots rest heavily on his feet. Diamond studs glitter in his ears, gold hoops climbing the lobes behind each. A two inch wide gold cuff bracelet hugs his right wrist and a slim gold band adorns both his thumb and pinky on the same hand. Thick black hair spills back from his handsome face in waves and his brown eyes are sharp beneath heavy, arched brows. A clove dangles from full, sensual lips, the cherry glowing brightly.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *clearly itching for trouble, she's dressed in a black leather vest held shut by very thin black laces. there's almost no front--the leather stops just barely past her nipples. the black suede pants cling to her as if her natural hide, disappearing into her favorite kneehigh Docs. brilliant red and screaming yellow hair held back off her face by a simple black scarf. her beltbuckle is a heavy, silvertoned skull, and her choker has spikes. even her makeup is aggressive--red shadow with a yellow streak out to her temples, black liner, and blood-colored lipstick. her gloves and rings are, as usual, on her hands*

Keith Newcomb: He walks in not long after Alexi, though clearly not with the other. He's at his sleazy rocker best, with black leather jeans tightly defining his narrow hips and waist, his slinky-silky black t-shirt tucked in and emphasizing his impressive biceps, six-pack abs, and strong pecs. Not a man one usually starts shit with, he has a cocky smirk on his face already. ((And if anyone needs the rest of his physical DD, let me know.))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *she shoots and misses. and growls more impolite German things*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Anyone mind another?))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi grabs a chair at a table near the pool players and straddles it, his back to the table as he takes a drag off of the clove.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((not at all! *BG*))

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: He finishes the drink and leaves the table with the rest of the balls unpotted he starts walking out past Surly, spotting kieth he snears, and looks back to sady as he passes "More people for you to try to squander attention from, I made the mistake earlier, you're not a whore, not in the traditional sense anyway." he grins as he carries on his way.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He glances after Erik, brow arching briefly as his eyes wander before his attention jerks to the wolf-whistler and then the one being whistled at.

Keith Newcomb: ((There's three guys dear ... which one was that to? *S*))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *again grabbing her temper, she looks around the hall again. Keith gets a speculative look, as if she's wondering how easily she could take him out. and suddenly-narrowed eyes linger over Alexi*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((*L* Erik! *BG* although feel free to have someone assume otherwise.))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He shrugs lightly at Surly, lip curling in a hint of a smirk as he plucks the clove from his lips. "You are wearing the fuck-me clothes. Doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to think it."

Keith Newcomb: He laughs at the insult. Erik must have struck out. He meets Surly's speculative look with a smirk and a shrug, as he drapes himself into a chair. He looks good, he knows it, and he starts checking out the action.

Erik Mansfield [Pool Hall]: And he heads out into the street not paying any heed.
((yeah sorry bit crowded now, and am not good at multi tasking. gonna go torture china, so catch you later people. Thanks for the play.))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers at Alexi* and you're the one wearing his back door earnings, fancy britches. fuck off.

Keith Newcomb: He leans forward, regarding Alexi as the man speaks to Surly. "Hey." Makes a motion of a ciggy at the lips. "Got another, man? Buy you a beer in exchange."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((have fun. *L* and thank you.))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He straightens a bit, head cocking to oneside at Surly. "Which ones, the diamonds or the gold," he asks with an arched brow.

Keith Newcomb: ((Bye Blind))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers at Keith, too, for good measure. and then allows her temper a bit of reign with a lengthy bout of Germanic cussing as she fails to get yet. another. shot.*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi tugs his silver cigarette case from his back pocket and flips it open, offering one to Keith. "No thanks on the beer though, man."

Keith Newcomb: Alexi: "She prob'ly means all of 'em. Back door earrings?" He snortlaughs and looks at Surly. "That's new."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): both, you little ponyboy. *snorts to Alexi*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *simply flips Keith off, not deigning to answer him. and gives a tight smile as she sinks a ball*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "No shit," he mutters, shaking his head. "The fuck is a pony boy?"

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *gives Alexi an evil grin* a boy toy with such a little dick he can't get it up, so he has to earn his way taking it up the ass.

Keith Newcomb: He takes the cigarette with a nod, flicking out a matte black lighter and lighting up. "I'm Keith."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((*L* she said earnings, not earrings. not a typo--but it could've been misheard.))

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "An offer or a statement? Fuck, I'll take both."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Ah. Well." He shrugs and nods at Keith. "Alexi." A pause as he glances back to Surly. "Damn, woman. You're a suck-ass judge of character, stamina and size."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers at Keith* talk to him, not me.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *snorts at Alexi as she gives him a long, slow once-over* i doubt it, small fry.

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Hey, I'm the last one to get choosy about which hole I take, but you've got the titties to squeeze." He shrugs, waving over a barmaid. "Gimme a Guinness, sweetcheeks."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He smirks, something unpleasant sliding through his eyes briefly.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *gives Keith an ice-edged smile* try squeezing. i'll be happy to kick your balls somewhere up into that empty bonehole you call a head.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi shakes his head slightly and quietly orders a soda from the waitress.

Keith Newcomb: Surly: He laughs. "Don't think I won't hit a chick. I've no qualms, I'm morally bankrupt."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sneers to Alexi, plainly disdainful*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Nice way of saying you're a sociopath," Alexi says with a laugh, eyes flicking over Keith.

Keith Newcomb: Alexi: "So what you done to make Miss America here all pissy?" Smirks.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *laughs at Keith* don't think i won't hit you, either, Barney. morals have no place in a real fight. *she sinks a ball! whoooo!*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *flips Keith off for the Miss America nickname. and scowls as she misses her next shot*

Keith Newcomb: Alexi: "By the definition," he nods, "sociopath fits. Psychopath is too fuckin' random. But if you wanna really know what I am ... I'm a worshipper of Eris, the Goddess of Discord. Chaos man," he laughs, "fuckin' chaos."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Well, its either the fact that I breathed or the fact that I didn't oggle her goodies leacherously enough."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The door pushes open once more, and in walks the man himself. He's dressed in his usual get-up as of late...the tank top tonight reads "We Will Kick Your Ass Without Smearing OUr Eyeliner" And yes, for the record, the man is wearing eyeliner. Hair is pulled back and dyed black. Facial hair is shaved. Leather pants and his docks complete the look. It may not be pool hall fare, but he doesn't seem to care. He's got a certain level of tension to him, eyes shifting around as he slips inside the place.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *snorts* try, the fact that you exist and are breathing my air. *smirks at Alexi* i have no reason to respect you that i can see.

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Now that's something you and me can agree on. Inna real fight, all that matters is strength, speed, skill, and fuck-all cunning." Laughs. "And the ability to take a hit and keep on comin'."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *notes Aerin's entrance. and gives him her usual sort of wave. then the table gets another cussout in German since her ball is still merrily on the table. instead of in that little pocket*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "And I should respect you why," he counters, brow arched.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *nods to Keith* shit, yeah. the whole concept of a fight is to stay alive. however you have to do it. that bullshit about not hitting someone who's down? that's all it is--bullshit.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): d10: per alert: 4,9,10,3,

Keith Newcomb: He waves to Aerin, then stops short seeing Surly do the same thing. "Fuck," he mutters.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *smirks to Alexi* did i ask for your respect? i don't need it.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He glances towards the door, eyes widening as he rolls to his feet and steps over the chair. "The fuck did you do?"

Keith Newcomb: Surly: He slams his fist in the table. "Fuck yeah! No mercy, no weakness." The barmaid brings his GUinness and leaves with a roll of her eyes.

Jesse Jones: (room for another?)

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): huh? *gives Alexi a look usually reserved for crazies. and looks to Keith, an eyebrow arching. then to Aerin. puzzled. she takes it out on the poolballs, by missing another shot* this fucking game sucks ass.

Keith Newcomb: He didn't even notice the different hair color. He just knows the face. He frowns as Alexi also knows Aerin. "Double fuck," he mutters.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "There's other things that matter," he says with a chuckle, walking up to the table. Eyes flick over Alexi, Surly, and lastly, Keith. "Evening, all. I didn't know you all were acquainted."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): mercy and weakness can get you killed. or worse. *smirks to Keith tightly*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I'm cool with it. :) ))

Keith Newcomb: ((I'm cool with it. *S*)) Surly: "Yeah, pool is kinda boring."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *snickers to Aerin* we're not. *shrugs* no a fucking clue who these jokers are. you look like shit. *such a charming lass. and she misses another shot*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((*sets out a platter of welcoming treats*))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "We're not. Not really," Alexi says, shaking his head as he fingers Aerin's hair, eyeing it almost critically. "Y'know, you look like this picture of my dad when he was like my age. Cept skinnier."

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Never leave an enemy alive." He blows out a smoke ring and smirks up at Aerin from his seat. "This is the smallest big city in the world. Buy you a beer, man? Or you gonna try to hit me again?"

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *sighs shortly at Keith* these damn balls won't go where they're supposed to. *frowns and tries again. so close--the ball weebles on the very edge of a pocket without going in. despite the savage glower being leveled upon it*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Get out of my head, Raven!)) He smirks at Surly. "Well, then, it's a good thing I'm not trying to pick you up." It's said with a bit of humor in there. "Not that I'd be dumb enough to try."

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "It's a perception thing." He shrugs. "Women have a different matter of perspective, generally speaking, and pool was designed by a man."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *a short laugh* which is good. you aren't bad in a fight. i'd hate to have to *come on now--say it with her* kick your ass. *smirks*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts a little bit at Alexi's comment, though it does widen the smirk some. "Mmm. Lucky me." He looks to Keith, watching him intently for a moment. Then he nods. "I'll take a Hefeweisen."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He flushes slightly at that. "Yeah. Dumb of me."

Jesse Jones: She'd been very busy and in seclusion for quite a while and needed to get back out in the world again. This looked as good as any a place to start. well worn jeans, one knee partially shredded away, a white tank top, and a jean jacket over it since it was getting chilly, plus one pair of very well worn hiking boots. Her long brunette hair is worn loose for once and not in its typical ponytail, but a scrunchy is around her wrist if she should change her mind. Her green eyes look around the place allowing them to adjust to the inside lighting.(feral appearance/pb 1 pic in NPC gallery)

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *Keith gets an evil smile* oh, i can tell it was designed by a man. i've yet to meet a man who isn't obsessed with getting into holes.

Jesse Jones: d10: per/aler: 10,9,7,6,4,7,

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "I met one. Still ain't sure he's a man, but I met one. Gave me the creeps." He whistles the barmaid over again, ordering Aerin's beer, simultaneously kicking out a chair for the man to sit while he scopes out Jesse. The man can multi task!

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles a little bit and shrugs. "Not at all. There's a rather large difference between your father and myself, though."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,10,7,5,4,8,

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Now that I've embarassed myself I think I'm going to go kick Corbin's ass in a game of WoW. See you at home later, Aerin," he mutters. Damn men who could reduce him to jello.

Jesse Jones: It hardly takes her any time at all to spot one familiar face in the crowd, though maybe since it'd been a while he might remember her that well, and thus approached Aerin slowly.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *eyes Keith* you're yanking my chain. ain't no such thing. *follows his gaze to Jesse and snickers* you certainly aren't the exception to the rule.

Jesse Jones: (might not)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes flick over to Jesse and he grins a little, watching her. He gives her a little nod, making eye contact, and then looks back to Alexi.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *frowns* the fuck is wow as a game? *eyeing Alexi as if she's sure he's making a joke at her expense*

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Name's Spenser. He freaks when people touch him, has an aversion to sex. Really is creepy, ain't natural." He blows a plume of smoke into the air.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "World of Warcraft," he says, glancing back at Surly. "Video game, y'know? Cor's found a couple of kick ass hacks."

Keith Newcomb: Looks between Aerin and Alexi. Smirks. "Still collecting, Aerin?"

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Well a guys gotta stay somewhere when he's not trying to seduce a duchess."

Jesse Jones: She smiles softly seeing that he appears to remember her by sight at least. "Hello," she greets Aerin.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *smirks at Keith* i don't do sex, either. then again--i'm not a man. *arches a brow at Alexi* nor do i waste my time playing video games when there's almost always a good fight just waiting to happen. *looks Jesse over as if contemplating her ability to scrap*

Jesse Jones -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (going to roll you her willpower because of her intolerance flaw to smokers *giggle* I seriously forgot about that...because of the cancer thing with her adopted mom)

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Yeah, easier for a chick to say forget it. You know? Guy can't. He's gotta fuck or he'll explode."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Jesse," he says with a little smile to her. "Good to see you again." Keith's 'collecting' comment is summarily ignored. "How are you?"

Jesse Jones -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: willpower: 6,5,6,4,2,2,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones: ((Cool. *S*))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *an evil smile to Keith* you got hands, don't you? they broke or something?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He glances back at Keith and shakes his head before slipping out.

Jesse Jones: She grimaces for a second, not really at Aerin, but about something, that's for sure. But she swallows it down quickly for the time being and smiles when Aerin says her name and tells her he's glad to see her again. "I'm doing alright. You?"

Jesse Jones -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I am gonna bet money that Alexi's exit will be for Ethan coming in.))

Ethan Anderson: The petite blond had taken a moment to delve through his wardrobe and finally settled on a deep blue polo shirt, baggy cuffed jeans and his white sneakers. His hair is pulled into a tight ponytail, leaving the clean, masculine lines of his face bared to the eye.

He pushes nervously into the pool hall.

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "No, but they're getting awfully chapped." He laughs.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *lloks Jesse over again* who are you? *eyes Aerin* this somebody you'd get pissed if i see what she's made of? *oh, she HOPES not! so much so that the table has another round of German belted at it. damn those stupid little balls! they seem to have repelling magnets in them, for those holes*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *laughs at Keith* lotion, dumbass. i've heard Vaseline works wonders for keeping the skin all nice and smooth, like a little baby's ass. *but she gets a slightly nervous look, noting Ethan. and she only relaxes when she's SURE the small squirming thing is nowhere in sight*

Jesse Jones: "Excuse me?" she raises an eyebrow at Surly's rather rudeness asking who she is. And certainly she seems to catch all the German being spoken, giving a small smirk about it.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan smiles shyly at Surly and lifts a hand in a wave. "She's h-home. Don't wor-r-r-ry."

Keith Newcomb: He smirks at Surly. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone deliver such a beautiful piece of insult towards anything. Masterpieces."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'm doing well enough," he says with a shrug to Jesse. "Just trying to have an easy night. I think I deserve one per decade or so. Haven't seen you in a while..." He looks over at Surly and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, don't start throwing random punches, Surly. All right? I've told you a million times. You want to spar, I'll be happy to do so."

Keith Newcomb: He looks over at Ethan and gives him a grin. A real one. "Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," chants the man whom Ethan barely knows.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *eyeballs Jesse* who. are. you? what is your name? *blinks at Keith and smirks* insults are a damn good way to start a fight. i like to keep my skills honed.

Jesse Jones: "Yeah, my mom, I'd told you about her dying...well, she got really bad near the end. And I went traveling for a little bit after that. You know....to just kinda blow off the steam and grieve," she says quietly to Aerin.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Ethan's voice suddenly, and grins. "Well. Hi."

Keith Newcomb: "I'll spar as well," he says to Surly. ~ger~ "If I can't fuck you, I can at least get down and dirty with you." Smirks.

Ethan Anderson: He blinks slowly at Keith, the shy smile fading a bit as he rolls his lips between his teeth.

Ethan Anderson: And then his eyes jerk towards Aerin and widen. He hadn't recognized the other from behind. "Y-y...You...Your hair!"

Jesse Jones: Then to Surly. "I'll tell you mine when you tell me yours. You know, a thing called manners?" she says very sweetly, though perhaps there is sarcasmm showing in those emerald eyes.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *"waves" back to Ethan with a middle finger raised in proud salute. of course* that's good to know. *shudders, then grins at Aerin, cold eyes lighting up* any time, any place. and if you know how this stupid game works and'll tell me..i'll let you get in a few free punches. *smirks*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Keith...something abouthis words to Ethan, then his offer to spar with Surly, have put a sudden edge on him. He shakes his head a little bit as he locks eyes with Keith.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *blinsk to Jesse* sorry for your loss. *gruff. but there's a faint edge of sincerity* my Pop's dead, too. *another blink* manners? oh, yeah....*smirks* Schulyer. call me Surly--it fits better. *grins evilly at Keith. in German* like i told Aerin--any time, any place. *cracks her knuckles in emphasis*

Jesse Jones: "Jesse," she finally gives her name.

Keith Newcomb: Surly: "Deal." He brings out his cell phone, in a black leather case with the Anarchy symbol leather-burned crimson into it. "I'll give you my number. I could use some serious sparring, I'm getting bored."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, I dyed it," he says to Ethan, his eyes still on Keith.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *nods to Jesse. and tries for another shot. this one, she actually makes!*

Keith Newcomb: He looks to Aerin, having no idea what's up, so he just grins and winks at him.

Ethan Anderson: "Well th-that explains why one of my brand new white towels is blue-black," he mutters, shaking his head.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): suits me. *gives Keith a grin* you'll get a workout. bring your tiger balm--you'll need it after. *a short laugh as she bends down to tug her cell out of the top of her boot* Aerin, chill. a spar's not a real fight.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No deal." It's said flatly, is a response to Surly and Keith's deal, and he doesn't seem to care one bit if it pisses anyone off. His jaw tenses, and he stares at Keith. "We clear?"

Keith Newcomb: "Yeah, Aerin. Surly's right. We'll probably both survive."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She notes Aerin's tenseness, watching him closer.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *snickers to Ethan* i don't own a single bit of white bath linens. i dye my hair way too much. *a sudden sigh and gloomy look* gonna have to let my natural color grow out, though. my hair's getting fried.

Keith Newcomb: "What are you on, man?" He frowns deeply.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: emp Aerin: 3,2,3,9,1,6,9,

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): why not? *arches a brow to Aerin* you expect me to keep my edge without sparring? and you aren't always around to work with. i gotta keep my edge, or i'm dead. one way or another, i'm dead.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan moves closer to Aerin, touching his hand lightly, eyes flicking from Keith to Jesse and then over to Surly, pale brow arching.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): So much to learn by listening and watching. And thats' what the woman does right now.

Keith Newcomb: He looks at Ethan, seeming to know exactly who he is. "Has he been this tense at home? He's really going left field on me."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): He's tense, protective of Jesse, Surly, and Ethan all. Very suspicious of Keith, and already pretty well ready to rip Keith's throat out if he pushes too far. How far 'too far' is is another question, but Keith doesn't appear to be in the danger zone yet. He definitely has more of an instinctual edge to him then he had when Jesse first saw him...he's moving differently, more like a hunter.

Ethan Anderson: "Things have been..." He pauses, regarding keith through his blond lashes. "D-do I know y-y-you?"

Keith Newcomb: Ethan: He looks at him intently with dark hazel eyes, his smile growing. "No."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Because it's not a good idea," is all he says to Surly. He reacts to Ethan's touch only faintly, and not with any calming. Keith's question to Ethan causes a low sound, rumbling, to emit from the man. "Quit it."

Ethan Anderson: Shivering, the petite man curls his arms around himself, drawing away from Aerin, his frown at Keith growing.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *eyes Aerin* so, what? you want me to take up my old hobbies of baiting? *smirks* no skin off my back. but if i do, it's not going to be sparring that happens.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You've got umpteen choices to spar with, Surly. You don't need any more."

Keith Newcomb: "Aerin, you and me are gonna sit down sometime and have a little chat," he says seriously, "because you're confusing the fuck outta me. I like who I like and do what I like and your weirdo reactions are bizarre. You fucking *hit* at me for no fuckin' reason at Coney Island!"

Keith Newcomb: He takes a swig of his beer, sulking.

Ethan Anderson: Biting his lip Ethan heads towards the bar, weaving his way through the crowd.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *shakes her head, not looking away from the tense Garou* you only ever spar with the same people, you don't learn anything new. besides, i don't actually have many people who can, and will, spar with me regularly. Sarge will, at work. but you? Bliss? Josh? hardly ever see you. haven't seen Bliss in months, actually. so that leaves me with two acceptable choices. find new sparring partners, or go hunting on my own.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah. No fucking reason." He snorts and steps away from Keith, looking to Ethan with a frown, then finally to Jesse. His beer is swiped from the waitress with a short nod, and he takes a swig, leaning against the pool table. "So. Anyway. Ethan...Jesse. Jesse...Ethan."

Ethan Anderson: He glances over his shoulder and offers Jesse a shy smile before turning to the bar to order.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *shakes her head and sighs, eyes rolling. muttering again in German--this time about the fact that testosterone poisoning is a terrible thing.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'm always just a phone call away, Surly. So is Coil. So is Bliss. Try dialing every now and then."

Keith Newcomb: Surly: ~ger~ "Yeah, no shit. I'll get your number later, I hang out at Random Cafe X and Battery Park."

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): and when i do, what? *smirks to Aerin* you people gonna drop what you're doing and come running to play with me? while expecting me to just ignore the fact that none of you are willing to give me your best. because you think for some crazed reason that i need protecting. i got that point rather well, not all that long ago.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Hi Ethan," she still listens when she hears the German spoke though.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *nods to Keith and replies in German* good. i'll look you up sometime, then.

Ethan Anderson: And then, fruity little drink in hand, he meanders for the jukebox.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *notes Ethan* do NOT put on anything by Britney Sluts.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts. "Fuck off, Surly. Pardon me for giving a shit about your existance. I'll be sure to rectify that in the future."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (scene still open? I don't want to inflate it too badly with my bulbous ego..)

Ethan Anderson: He blinks and laughs softly, shaking his head at Surly. "I w-was thinking Metallica."

Ethan Anderson: "Aerin!" Ethan frowns, glancing at the Garou with widened eyes. "Chill out. Not everyone's your responsability baby."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Bring it on. *S*))

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *shakes her head at Aerin* fighting is what i do. i fully expect taht i'm going to die fighting--that's my fate, and i accepted that a very long time ago. you want to back me up, that's one thing, but trying to wrap me in cotton wool only shows that you don't respect me, or my skills. *speaking seriously. not, as one might expect, angrily*

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *nods to Ethan* Metallica rocks. get their S&M album if you don't already.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She says something in Japanese under her breath.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *eyes Jesse, wondering what she just said*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: The streetrat wanders into the place, board tucked under one arm. Backpack strapped to his back. He's clean.. ish. Hasn't bathed today, but doesn't carry the reek of three week old ass. Maybe a two day funk or so. He slinks in quietly, giving the place a wary look around. Nervous, maybe.

Ethan Anderson: Puts on "Enter Sandman" and follows it up with "Dragula" and "Beautiful". He had to throw the Aguilara in there.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): ((*L* ewww! well, she didn't ask him not to put on Aguilara.....*laughs*))

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Can't believe she's still going against what he just told her. And vice versa."

Keith Newcomb: He watches Aerin neutrally as Surly speaks with him, then looks to Ethan, giving him a friendly smile and a shrug. "I'm good with Metallica. I'm Keith, by the way."

Ethan Anderson: "E-ethan," he says as he moves back to the gathering.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: The boy keeps to himself, staying a good few yards away from any of the pool tables. Quietly watching with a distracted, brooding look about him. Moving slowly along the wall.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Persuasion: 4,6,7,9,2,1,5,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Has nothing to do with that," he mutters to Surly. It gets a little bit louder, and he turns to face her. "It's not that which is going to get you killed. It's the chip on your fucking shoulder. And you need to lose it, right fucking quick. Because whether you care or not, other people do care if you die. And I think that thought scares the shit out of you. You don't want to care and don't want people to care about you, because of whatever reason. Maybe it's because you lost people in your life, maybe it's something else. Whatever it is...get the fuck over it. All right?" ((CHa+Expression coming))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Cha+Exp (vs five): 8,6,10,9,7,3,

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): Jesse continues to just listen and watch, finding a spot to just take a lean against the bar, but first pulling her hair into a ponytail since it's warmer now being inside.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan sighs softly and glances over at Aerin, teeth catching at his lower lip.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: As voices raise, Andy instinctively blinks in that direction. Dark eyes scan what's going on.. and more importantly the people it involves. He quietly slinks over, the same pathetic brooding look about him unlike his usual playful self.

Keith Newcomb: He stubs out his cigarette with a sigh. "Ethan. Yeah, Aerin talks about you a lot, but we hadn't gotten a chance to meet before now. How's Tori doing?" He smiles. "Bet she's growing like a weed."

Ethan Anderson: KEith's words catch his attention and he smiles sweetly. "She's beautiful. And so bright! She says dada and papa and 'og, which I think is dog and 'at which I think means cat but I'm not really sure."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,9,6,2,6,8,

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *gives him a long, level look* what you people want, seems to me, is to convince me to spread my legs for someone and pop out a few spawn. THIS is what i do. *holds up a fist* this is what i am, what i'm meant to be. if anyone gives a shit when i die, it'll be because i didn't fuck them. i'm sure of that. except for Pop, that's the only thing anyone's ever wanted. but just you wait--it won't be an issue much longer. *tosses the stick onto the table and begins to stalk away, face set*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy lets dark eyes trail over surley, a tiny frown forming. Mumbling. "For what it's worth.. I wouldn't let you anywhere NEAR my junk.. It's the temper, mostly."

Keith Newcomb: He laughs. "That's such a great age. I think my favorite age is three, though, when they start talking in whole sentences the personality really starts to emerge. I give music lessons for a living, drum lessons, and I'm teaching this one kid I call Dennis the Menace. It's actually Mason, but he's got this stick-up blond hair and is a hurricane of destruction." Chuckles. "I swear, if I'm ever fortunate enough to be a Daddy, that's the kind of kid I'll have." Grins at Ethan. "I'll bet Tori will be as full of piss and vinegar as her father."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over at Keith when he mentions Tori, lip curling a little bit. When Surly goes off, though, he looks back at her and shakes his head. "Yeah, that's exactly what I fucking want." He lets her go and looks over, noting Andy finally. He gives the man a short nod, then looks back to Jesse. His attention caught in so many ways...between three directions. Ethan/Keith, Jesse, and Andy.

Ethan Anderson: "I'm hoping she turns out more like Aerin then her mother," he admits.

Surly (random poolhall. open. PB2. App4): *and she doesn't look back as she pushes her way out the door*

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): ((People, please log out and re-log on again with this multiplying thing again.))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy looks over to Aerin, then down to the floor. Shifting his weight. "Hey.. I've been meaning to come by to talk to you.. but didn't wanna piss Kelsey off. She's angry again. Like.. really fucking angry. I guess I shouldn't be surprised anymore."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Holy JESUS. NINETY-SEVEN? *Logs out and in*))

Keith Newcomb: Ethan: He nods. "Aerin's a great guy. Unpredictable, but that's cool. Just gotta work on his temper, cuz I know he can be a real cool cat when he wants to be. I, like, push every single one of his buttons, but he still hangs with me." Laughs.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): ((It had hit 103))

Ethan Anderson: "Aerin is one of the gentlest, most loving men I know," he murmurs, blushing softly. "And his temper is nothing."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She watches as Surly storms out, looking back to Aerin with a sympathetic and empathetic gaze.

Keith Newcomb: "Really?" He laughs. "Maybe it's just me then. I totally piss him off. But as long as he treats you right, man," he salutes Ethan with the beer bottle, "then that's cool. I admire you guys, your courage to do the unconventional."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles to Jesse, thanking her silently for the look, then looks to Andy. "I heard. She'll get over it. We should talk sometime, though."

Ethan Anderson: He blinks. Well, he thought he'd been playing it cool. "Oh, we fight. What room mates don't. You just have to know how to handle him."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She smiles back to Aerin, leaning against the side of the bar on one elbow.

Keith Newcomb: Ethan: He grins and winks. "Yeah 'roommates' all fight. That's only natural."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods, casting a downward frown. "Yeah. I have something.. kinda really important to tell you. I didn't mean to bust in on your business, though. My bad."

Ethan Anderson: "You remind me of someone," he murmurs, shaking his head as he pulls his ponytail over his shoulder, working the elastic out of it.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "KEITH." He raises his voice a little, that edge in his voice going razor sharp.

Ethan Anderson: "Th-the hell, Aerin?" Ethan stands up and moves into Aerin's personal space, head tipped back. "What is going on with you?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Shut up, Ethan." His eyes are locked directly onto Keith. Something verrrrry dangerous there.

Keith Newcomb: Ethan: "Do I---" He looks at Aerin mystified, like the man has grown three heads and sprouted wings. "What the fuck?! What button did I push NOW?!"

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy slinks back away from Aerin. "Riiiiiiiight. You have fun with all of that. I'm in enough shit to wanna poke my grubby nose in anyone elses." He backs up toward the door.

Ethan Anderson: "Jesus. Sleep on the couch tonight," he mutters, side stepping Aerin and heading for the door. "Can't believe he f-fucking told me to shut up..."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: emp again: 7,6,5,4,3,4,2,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You damn well fucking know what you did." He glares at Keith. Andy is given a short nod, and Ethan a snort. He doesn't have time for that shit. His eyes remain on Keith.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): He's starting to approach Rage levels. Whatever it is Keith is doing, it's pissing Aerin off to no end, and he believes Keith may be doing it on purpose, to taunt Aerin.

Keith Newcomb: "No, Aerin," he says with a glower. "I don't. I really, seriously do NOT. It seems that every time I turn around, you've sprouted another fucking button you claim I'm pushing and I don't ... know ... why. Enough is enough, TELL me!"

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She certainly watches the two men now, with only a slight glance to the retreating Ethan and the kid with the skateboard.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances at Andy and sighs, offering him a tired smile.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy gives a low whistle, watching their dispute with wary eyes. Slowing backing away. Not sure what to expect.. but he'll be damned if he's turning his back.

Ethan Anderson: And out he goes.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts. "You're really that stupid? Or you're really trying to piss me off, Keith? Which is it?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp (Keith): 7,5,2,2,2,7,7,

Keith Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He is angry, confused ... actually, baffled is even a better word. Keith doesn't know WHAT Aerin's game is, and it's pissing him off greatly. He also seems to hold Aerin in some kind of esteem or respect, hard to say what. Could be friendship?

Andrea Angotti: ((They say the 3rd time's the charm))

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She moves to Aerin and takes a chance, speaking in Japanese to him quietly.

Keith Newcomb: "I'm not stupid, Aerin," he says slowly, "but you have been flying off the handle for weeks, exploding at every little thing I do or say. Do you want me to walk out of your life? I will if that's what you want."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy backs out of the exit. Hopping atop his board to look for another place to duck into. Too much tension here. And that was the last thing the kid needed.. all things considered.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Aerin, please. I am good at reading people. He is angry and confused right now. Baffled. He doesn't know what's wrong and that's making him pissy. He actually holds you in respect."

Andrea Angotti: Andy backs out and bumps into a tall, muscular woman with playboy curves and a girl-next-door face. Andrea sets a hand on his arm and grins, shaking chestnut curls from her face. "Whoa there, kiddo."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at Jesse a moment and nods, taking a deep breath and looking back to Keith. "You're tempting fate, Keith. And you ~should~ know it." He's making himself calmer now, by sheer effort.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: If Andrea moves to touch Andy, he'd jerk away. Frowning at the girl. "Hands off, blondie. Uhh.. thanks anyway."

Andrea Angotti: The powerfully built brunette arches a brow at Andy and shrugs broad shoulders. "You're the one that walked into me, kid, capisce?"

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (wait.. chestnut. how did I miss that. axe the blondie, replace with babe)

Keith Newcomb: "I don't. So like I said, we need to chat and you need to tell me. Without threats," he says seriously. "Because I don't respond well to threats of physical violence and those death threats you're so fucking fond of. In fact, one more fucking threat from you, and I'm walking. Sayonara baby."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns at Andrea ~italian~ "Just.. lay off." He sidesteps and tries to move around her.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She continues to watch Aerin and Keith intently, mostly Aerin, for obvious reasons.

Keith Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ~He also does not seem to be concerned about 'provoking' Aerin's Rage. As if he doesn't realize there's a danger.~

Andrea Angotti: Her frown grows. ~Italian~ "Watch your mouth little boy or I'll watch it for you. You do not talk to a lady, no matter how butch, like that." She widens her stance slightly, regarding him with a sigh.

She's dressed in a pair of ripped up blue jeans, combat boots and a simple triangle of cloth that ties just above the waistband of her jeans and again at her neck providing little in the way of support.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: As if another thought, she murmurs again to Aerin something in Japanese.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks like he has something he wants to say, very badly...but he doesn't. Instead, it's just a nod. "Fine. We'll talk. Later. For now, I'm going to enjoy your beer. And we'll not talk for now." A slight, tense smirk. "And I wouldn't suggest following Ethan to talk to him. There's your first hint as to why you're tempting fate." He turns away from Keith, to move toward Jesse.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 8,3,9,9,2,3,

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I don't think he understands what he's provoking in you.....doesn't realize how dangerous you are."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: As he approaches Jesse, his eyes flick over to Andy and...err, Andy facing off at the door, and his frown deepens. He mutters something under his breath to Jesse in Japanese.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns, giving her a once over ~italian~ "I didn't do shit to you, babe. Just.. step off. I'm not trying to start anything.. I just wanna book. I reserve the right to scream like a scared little bitch if you keep fucking with me. I'll tell Gandolf.. and he'll be pissed."

Keith Newcomb: "I'm not going to..." he sighs. "Jesus fucking christ on a merry-go-round," he mutters, letting Aerin go.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Is this International Kinfolk Piss Dream Off Day? Because you're the only one who's not, it seems."

Andrea Angotti: "Name's Andy," she says softly, her voice a low, husky rumble. "An' go ahead. Scream like a bitch if you honestly think it'll get you anywhere." Snorting she steps aside and bows him out mockingly.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She shakes her heard as a no, and murmurs back to him in the same language.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He wrinkles his nose, hearing her name. An obvious distaste ~italian~ "Whatever. Stick a tampon in it..I have enough issues of my own without worrying about yours.." he tries.. again.. to leave.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Perhaps they just don't understand when they should remember their place and be supportive rather than disruptive. I'll give you a neck rub later if you'd like. And yell as much as you want to get that tension out of you."

Andrea Angotti: ~Italian~ "You really like to push your luck, don't you," she asks, arm jutting out.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He narrows dark eyes on the woman. Raising his voice, irritation rising. ~italian~ "Back. The fuck. OFF!"

Keith Newcomb: He drinks his beer, now in a sour mood. Aerin loves to put him in a sour mood, he reflects sulkily.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She catches the raised voice and sighs. "Oy vey," probably knowing what was said.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at the Andys and his brow furrows, going even tenser then before. "Andrea. Back off."

Andrea Angotti: Laughing, she sidesteps and saunters past him, hips swaying so that the tat on her back ripples, the stately, moonlit pines rippling above the little wolf trio.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Clenching his board with a white knuckled grip, he trails Andrea with a dark glare when she moves off. He casts an almost bitter look to Aerin before slinking out of the place.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Andy leave, catching that bitterness. He snorts and shakes his head, stalking over to a table and dropping into it, muttering under his breath. "Yeah, that makes fucking sense."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Into a chair next to the table. Not the table itself. He's not drunk yet. *G*))

Andrea Angotti: "Hey, stud puppy. Chill," she says, ruffling Aerin's hair before stalking to the bar.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She hadn't been drinking and pushes off the bar, following Aerin over sits next to him, gently just patting his hand if he allows her to.

Keith Newcomb: He finishes his beer and gets up, angrily walking out.

Keith Newcomb: ((Thanks for the scene! *hugs around* I don't see Keith staying *L* so will take him out.))

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Bye Keith," she says politely enough as he walks out.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He jerks his head away from the ruffling. "Not in the fucking mood, Andy." He casts her a look, and then just slumps back, working on downing that beer Keith bought him. "Classic." He looks over at Jesse and sighs a bit.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Bye! *Hugs*)) He watches Keith leave, hard eyes closely tracking the man as he walks to the door.

Andrea Angotti: "Who the fuck is, Aerin," she asks before leaning into the bar. "Bottle of tequilla and a shot glass," she says, tugging money out of her back pocket to pay.

Keith Newcomb: He nods to Jesse. Maybe he can meet the cute chick another time. A quick look to Aerin, and then he's out the door.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She gives him another little encouraging smile, empathetic look with her eyes. Another pat of to his hand and pulls back.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks to Andy and chuckles bitterly, then looks back to Jesse. "So," he says, with false cheer. "Sorry about getting interrupted by mass idiocy there. I'm sorry to hear about your father."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: That last sentance is without the false cheer, and is quite serious, even sincere.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (Mother)

Andrea Angotti: SIghing, she takes the bottle to a quiet table and sits, kicking her feet up onto the chair opposite before pouring herself the first shot of the night.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Mother, sorry.))

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She shakes her head, and smiles a little more, despite still a little sadness in her eyes suddenly. "Don't worry about that from earlier. I'm glad that I decided to come out tonight," and even quieter she says after a long moment, "Thanks. Sorry I hadn't called you. I was stubborn and wanted to do it all on my own."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): ((It's okay...lots of stuff was going on at the time))

Andrea Angotti: She slams the first shot and pours a second, rocking her up onto its back two legs, her head thumping lightly against the wall.

Andrea Angotti: She sips the second shot more slowly, fingers toying with the little hoop in her navel, nail clicking against it lightly.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's all right," he says with a nod. "I understand wanted to try on your own." His eyes flick over to Andy, then back to Jesse. "Glad you came out tonight, too. You probably saved a life."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "I've got a knack for it," she says cheerfully. "Peace Corp taught me lots."

Andrea Angotti: She finishes the second and thumps the chair to the floor so she can pour another.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "I've got an idea...if you're up for it...." she offers.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles a bit and sighs, eyes shutting. "Yeah, I imagine Peace Corp was good for that." The offer makes him open his eyes again, and he tilts his head curiously. "Oh?"

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "You ever watch a meteor shower? And count them?"

Andrea Angotti: Andy glances at Aerin and the chick with a slight frown before slamming the third and pouring a fourth.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Meteor shower?" His brow raises, and he smirks. "Didn't know you could see them well enough to count. So that would be no, I've never seen one." He looks over at Andy and frowns a little bit.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "You need to get out away from light pollution. Though the moon will be mid-sky most of it....but still you find a good place you can get a good show. But you have to sometimes count fast," she grins.

Andrea Angotti: She meets his eyes briefly and then looks away to down the next shot.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp (Andy): 3,2,3,5,7,6,10,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Specialty: 2,

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): d10: per/emp Andy: 3,4,6,3,6,9,4,

Andrea Angotti -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sad. Angry. Scared mostly))

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She does glance over when Aerin does and studies the other woman. Then back to Aerin again.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: emp-w emph on Andy: 1,7,7,4,8,1,4,

Andrea Angotti: And another shot is poured, flowing over the glass to stain the table before she sets the bottle down. Her free hand continues to toy with her navel ring. She leans forward to drain a bit from the glass before picking it up and slamming it down.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns a little bit as he watches Andy, then looks back to Jesse with a little smile. "I try to get to clear skies as much as I can...get up North. Where I've moved, I'm mostly free of it."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): There's some guilt there over something...and concern. Feelings of friendship toward her, and something else a little more nebulous. Not quite attraction, though that is very minorly melded in somehow...more of a protectiveness.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "That's good. I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to stay. My mother left me a sizeable inheritance and I'm going to keep her home here, but considering going out where I can hug the trees again. I miss it," she says wistfully.

Andrea Angotti: She stands, bracing one hand on the table as the alcohol hits like a ton of bricks, her body swaying. Slowly and with exagerated care she straightens, tossing her hair back as she staggers for the door.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Maybe should call her a cab?" she asks watching the woman heading for the door.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit, rising as he goes for his cell phone. "Good idea." He dials up the cab, looking up to Andrea. "Andy, wait a minute."

Andrea Angotti: She pauses, teetering a bit as she turns, frowning at Aerin. "Wha'?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Come here." He holds the phone to his ear, a hand coming out toward Andy. "I'm calling you a cab. No arguments."

Andrea Angotti: "I don' wan' go home," she mutters, glaring at him as she takes a step backwards.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Then take it wherever. You're not wandering around the streets drunk." He gets that tone of authority in his voice, the Persuasion still active.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Cha+Lead vs five(WP): 9,4,7,2,

Andrea Angotti: She frowns softly and then licks her lips, shame sliding into her eyes as she turns away. "Yeah...fine..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He speaks quietly into the phone, calling the cab to the location, then hangs up. He looks to Jesse, asking for a moment, before he makes his way over to Andrea.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She's quiet for now, just watching and listening to the two.

Andrea Angotti: She sways slightly, thumbs tucking into her pants pockets, lips fluffed into a pout.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He walks up and slips an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. He murmurs to her as he draws her in.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: per/alert wp acute: 9,9,5,1,2,2,

Andrea Angotti: Andy's stiff, tense for a moment before relaxing against Aerin, listening to him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Andrea Angotti: "Be careful, Andy. You got people who need you, and care about you. And I'm one of them. And I got enough assholes I gotta kill without adding another to the list because of you...though you know I would, if something happened."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She still just watches them quietly.

Andrea Angotti: She blinks at Aerin and sighs, hand scrubbing hard at her face. "I can' take no more sh..shit, Aer. No more peeps puttin' that weight on me..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No weight, Andy." He shakes his head, hand smoothing over her back. "I'm just worried about you, hon. You'll be okay, I promise. Just...don't tempt fate."

Andrea Angotti: "Sall I ever done, sh...studd puppy," she mumbles, heading out the door with a sigh.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: emp: 3,4,1,4,4,5,3,

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Guess she doesn't get a thing *laugh*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sighs and nods, letting her go. A little tension returning to his jaw, and he shakes his head. Least the cab will get her wherever safe. He turns around and moves to join Jesse again.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She gives an encouraging smile to Aerin when he comes back.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He gives a terse smile to Jesse and drops into a seat, waving the waitress over and ordering another Hefeweiser. "Why is it everyone seems to be dead-set against the simple damn concept of staying alive?"

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Perhaps they haven't had to deal with death in a pretty direct way. Feel young and invincible," she shrugs, sounding rather serious and speaking some from her own experiences. "It's one thing to live life like there's no tomorrow...however, you need to know your own limits. The rest is up to fate...mostly."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit and sighs. "Whatever the reason...I can't keep this up. You can't protect someone who won't be protected, and they've got this idea that becoming a martyr is SUCH a great fucking idea..." He rubs at his eyes, knocking back a swallow of beer.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She gently puts an arm around his shoulder. "No....I don't think you can keep it up," she then just gives him a gentle one handed rub over his shoulders. She'd have to stand up to give him a better one.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He leans forward and sighs, elbows resting on his knees. The edge is gone...it's replaced by weariness. "Someone has to, though. Someone has to give a shit."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She stands up and starts to gently massage his shoulders, trying to help him relax, leaning up closer to talk to him quietly. "I know. From what I've observed tonight, I see you really do. But when's the last time someone's done for you? Helped you and given a shit for you? If I just said something out of line, then I apologize because I don't know you as well as some of the others around here tonight. I'm just trying to play the devil's advocate for a moment is all."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes shut and he leans back, letting Jesse work on his shoulders. "Jesse...you don't want to go there. I appreciate it, but...this is not a world you want to get sucked into. I promise you."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Fair enough," she sighs softly, increasing the pressure just a little. She is pretty good at this, he can tell she's done this a lot before. "However, I do want to help you if there is a way to. I feel lost. I spent so much time taking care of someone, that I don't know what to do now. It's a hard thing to just stop doing. Probably why I kinda empathize with you."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit. "Yeah...it is a hard thing to stop." He raises a hand, running it over his hair. "Thank you."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "You're welcome," she still massages just a moment longer, and stops. "There are plenty more where that came from." She sits down again, moving her chair closer to him. "You feel up to a ride on my bike to take a look at the stars and the meteors? Or you need a few more of those to take the edge off?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hmmm..." He eyes his beer, and grins a bit. "Too many more of these, and I won't feel too safe on the back of a bike. Though my alcohol tolerance is a lot better then it used to be..." He shrugs. "We can go ride. That'd be nice. My own bike's outside."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): "Hmmm...." she leans in and whispers to him. "Think you should go in the bathroom to help sober up a little....because I'm not sure if you want to leave your bike here. Though I'm more than happy to drive you around."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks some and nods. "Probably a good idea. Don't need a DUI. Be right back." He touches her shoulder briefly and rises, making his way to the bathroom to sober up as only his kind can.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She gives him a playful smirk as he heads to the bathroom, watching him for a long moment until he's out of sight.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He's not in the bathroom long...just long enough for the one guy inside to get out. He doesn't need to poke over the stalls when he goes Glabro and break the Litany. It's only a minute or so after that he's coming back out, smiling as he walks back to Jesse. Some money is handed to the waitress to cover his tab. "Ready when you are..."

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She smiles back to him, standing up. "I'm ready," walking out ahead of him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a bit and follows her out.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She shivers a little once she hits the cool night air, adjusting again from being inside, letting her eyes adjust as well, buttoning up her jean jacket.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks around when they get outside, taking up a natural position just behind Jesse. Bodyguard spot. His eyes scan the streets for threats as they approach their bikes.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): Jesse moves to a silver Ducatti parked out in the lot, with a silver helmet on it, pulling the keys from her pocket. "Ready?" she turns back to him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He, for his part, slips onto a black Kawasaki Ninja. No helmet. There's a little modification, a spot that holds his staff. "Ready when you are. He revs up the bike, ready to drive away with her.

Jesse Jones (feral app/pb 1): She puts her helmet on, pushing her hair under it, then starts up her bike, which rumbles loudly of course. Jesse looks back to him one last time before leading him out. A careful driver as he can tell as she moves through the streets, fully aware of shortcuts as well as safe places to be at this time of night.

Jesse Jones: She takes him first to a house, telling him that she needs to get a couple things, offering for him to come if he likes, but promising she won't be long, just needing a blanket and a couple other items.

Aerin Thomas: He keeps pace with her the whole distance to the house, and tells her he'll wait outside. When she goes in, he takes up a sort of guard position outside, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble.

Jesse Jones: And she's in and out in 5 minutes, with a backpacker's pack on her back. It's hard to tell if it's heavy the way she carries it. She smiles to him. "I brought some goodies along too. She's also now wearing a leather jacket instead of the jean jacket and looks much warmer than she had been. "Ready?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks over his shoulder at her and grins a bit. "Born ready." He twists his neck to either side, getting a popping sound in each direction.

Jesse Jones: "And you don't need to go to the bathroom first?" she laughs.

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a bit. "No, no. I'll be fine, honest." He gestures to her. "After you."

Jesse Jones: She grins, putting the helmet back on and takes off, leading him eventually to the highway and heading north a good ways to get away from the light pollution. Eventually, satisfied and looking like she has been to this place before, she leads him off road, taking it a little slower since her bike easily can handle it, but she's not as sure about his, plus not wanting to kick up too much road gravel either. Eventually she pulls into field and stops, turning off the light first then the bike engine.

Aerin Thomas: The Ninja's not exactly an off-road bike, but it's made for various types of riding, so he's okay. He follows along behind, hair fluttering behind him as he's sans helmet...obviously enjoying the ride. When Jesse stops, he does too, killing the enhine before he slips off the bike and looks around.

Jesse Jones: She gets off the bike and kick stands it, takes off her helmet and stands there for a few moments to let her eyes adjust again, glancing around for Aerin as she blinks. "What do you think?"

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit, relaxing as he looks about the field. "Very nice...I rather like it." He looks over to Jesse, head tilting slightly to the left. "How did you find it?"

Jesse Jones: "It was all by accident. First place I went after she died. I held it all inside and when I couldn't take it any longer I just got off the road and kept going until I found it. It's been a good spot for me, "she smiles. "It's my happy spot." She kneels, a little distance from the bikes, but not too far from them, taking the pack off, first taking off the sleeping blanket that's tied on the outside and setting the pack down to unroll it first, then unzip it to lay it out on the ground as a blanket. Inside there is a flannel blanket (it's a kingized sleeping bag). There's a nice smell of sandalwood to it as she moves around with them.

Jesse Jones: (meaning the bag and blanket)

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little at that, looking around the place with a renewed respect. "Wow. I..." He clears his throat a little. "Thank you. I know I would find it...hard to share any happy place I had."

Jesse Jones: "We're family, right?" she asks, looking up at him, still smiling. "And it looks like you need a happy place too." She pulls out a couple pillows from the pack and then some drinks and even an incense box, from which out of the bottom she pulls out two sticks and puts them inside each side, then lights them, closing the box again and setting it up near where the pillows are. Sandalwood of course. "Oh, and I brought some beer too. Coors. Hope you like it. Not like that other stuff you had though, I'm afraid," she chuckles.

Jesse Jones: Then a little more quietly, as she pulls out a set of Leica binoculars (which looks very nice and expensive and sets it on the blanket. "'Sides, you're about all I have right now of any family...leastwise nearby. So it was just a natural thing for me."

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little at the sandalwood and moves to take a seat next to her. "Yeah. There's also Ethan...and some of us are up at Gaia's Hand, of course. But I'm glad you decided to share it with me, regardless." He reaches over and runs his hand over her shoulder briefly, a touch of comfort. "You know that's my favorite scent?" Gesturing to the incense.

Jesse Jones: "I didn't know. It's one of mine. Next to cedarwood," she smiles more about his touch. "It's still a ways from the city...." she nods. "So," she grins to him, I've placed us in the direction that makes it easiest to see them, basically the direction where they are supposed to go (player isn't sure about the direction but I think it's east, se, but haven't checked--Jesse/Cricket would know). The binocolars you can use to view the moon and some of the other constellations around if you want. Oh, and you can even see the satellites if you look really hard."

Jesse Jones: ((should be " before I've placed....))

Aerin Thomas: "Cool." He settles in and rolls his shoulders, relaxed for the moment. Or mostly so. Getting the man fully relaxed is nigh-impossible. "Haven't been star-watching since I taught Astronomy in Boy Scouts." He chuckles a little. "Lifetime ago."

Jesse Jones: She laughs softly, while laying down and getting comfortable on her back, one knee bent up slightly. She takes a deep breath of incense and lets out a happy sigh. "I feel even safer now that I'm with a former Boy Scout." and then she points up. "there's one," as it disappears as fast as it appeared. "You know I'm really curious about what happened there, but since I've decided this is Aerin's relax time, I'm going to ask for a raincheck to fill me in some time at your leisure," she grins, turning her head to look at him.

Aerin Thomas: "Yep...even made Eagle rank." He grins a bit and leans back, resting on his elbows. Mention of 'back there' makes him sigh a little. "I don't mind explaining. Ethan is my significant other. Surly's kin. Keith is...neither." He frowns a little bit. "He's...dangerous. I don't trust him, so I stay close to him. Try and make sure he doesn't hurt anyone. He may have an opportunity to get better...maybe. And that's...what I do. I help people get better, among other things." He shrugs. "But the man has a definite tendancy to push my buttons."

Jesse Jones: "I think he does like you maybe as a friend even, but there is respect. Like I mentioned earlier. Is it because he's dangerous that unsettles you so around ...like Ethan?" she asks. "Surly, though sounded like she has a death wish I hate to say.....nothing new I'm telling you there I'm sure," she shrugs, one arm going under the pillow. "Anyway, let's talk about something much more pleasant for now. You know anything about the game cricket?"

Aerin Thomas: "I've seen a few movies that have it." He looks up suddenly to the sky, pointing out a streak of light. "There's one. Anyway, not much, beyond the fact that there's some wooden construction on the plate, the bat is more of a paddle, and the score tends to be a lot higher then baseball."

Jesse Jones: She turns her head away from him, missing it and grinning. "Two..." counting what they have seen together so far. "Yes, it's a game that I got hooked on when I was in India. And because of my enthusiasm, they started to call me Cricket. That's what my really close friends call me....though we aren't quite like that, and you certainly haven't had the great experience of watching a game with me, you can call me that too," she blushes a little, but eyes are glued to the sky, but the blush comes through in her voice enough.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at her for a moment, watching her as she stares up to the sky. ((Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp: 3,4,9,3,8,3,7,))

Jesse Jones: She certainly feels happy and giddy around him, perhaps because of family, but hoping to really help him just relax tonight; after everything she saw him go through. Concern for him is quite evident. And as for the blushing, it's a momentary shy thing that she is sharing something like this with him.

Jesse Jones: Oh, and it's been a while since she's actually been around a guy (*laugh* that'd be kinda important too....part of the shy thing))

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit, and nods, looking back up to the sky. "All right...Cricket, then. I rather like that. Thank you."

Jesse Jones: "You're welcome. Three...." she points again. "I like it too. Nice to hear myself being called that again," she laughs softly, stealing a quick glance to him before looking back up again.

Aerin Thomas: He's smiling, watching the sky. "Consider it done, then." He reaches behind his head and pulls out the hair tie to let his ponytail fall free. "I should mention...not wanting to down the mood again, but it needs to be mentioned. Have you heard of the situation with the Reapers?"

Jesse Jones: "No. I just got into town last night," she turns on her side to face him better, leaning up on an elbow, chin resting in the crook of her palm. "What about it?"

Aerin Thomas: He sighs and looks over at her, rubbing at an eye. "There's a group of Get and Talons...the Reapers of Sin. They're Nazis, basically. They've decided that those kin and Garou who are not straight should be destroyed under the guise of not doing their duty to the Goddess. They attacked a human demonstration of a gay rights group...then they attacked a Fury couple coming out of Sapphic Dreams." He winces...the retelling paining him, though he's not at the point of growling about it right now. "The kinfolk was...raped in front of her girlfriend by them."

Jesse Jones: She looks very sad hearing such a thing. Not angry, perhaps that will come later. She is certainly very quiet though as she takes it all in. When he winces, she puts her head on his shoulder for a moment, then lets out a very long sigh.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles faintly at the gesture. "Their leader, Lucious, has challenged Yolanda. It should be soon. I've become...someone that we who are being targeted have been looking toward. Which I'm fine with...I won't...stand for this. But we're standing almost alone, but for Yolanda and a few kin. Everyone else is too damned scared or even worse, apathetic to act."

Jesse Jones: "You are a target too?" she looks back up at him, her head back on his shoulder very lightly.

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "Like I said...Ethan is my significant other. And I'm hardly unknown to the Reapers. There's even..." He snorts. "There's at least one person within the Sept feeding them information." He takes a deep breath and looks down at her, the contact calming him. He puts an arm around her, grateful for the comfort. "I don't think I'm in danger yet. My rank is high enough that I may have some degree of safety. Those around me are not. Which for me is far worse then being in danger myself."

Jesse Jones: "What can I do to help?" She relaxes a little when he puts his arm around her.

Aerin Thomas: "Don't go poking your head out to get it ripped off would be a good start," he says with a faint chuckle. "Everyone seems to be willing to throw themselves in the path of the claws in vain. Beyond that..." He frowns, considering. "We're going to be fighting back soon, but I don't think that's something you should risk yourself in, by any means." He falls quiet, thinking about it for a long moment.

Jesse Jones: "I can fight decently, but I don't go looking for fights either. Especially once I don't have a good chance to win or at least come out ahead. But is there anything that I can do to help -you- Aerin? Like be your shoulder, well, I don't think I'm doing that well enough right now, but you know what I mean. Someone you can just talk to. Because after tonight, I think they were all a little crazy....for whatever reason. You need someone who can stay calm and help keep you calm."

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, well, like attracts like, I guess. as far as crazy goes. I'm hardly all there half the time myself." A little wink, before his expression evens out a little. "And honestly...I would love that, Cricket. I've got some people who are...saner then Andy, Andy, Ethan, and Surly. Honest. But that's all...really a matter of relativity, sometimes."

Jesse Jones: She can't help but laugh a little, after what she saw earlier with the names he tosses out to her. Looking back up to his face, she doesn't quite look directly into his eyes, after all, she still knows her station, but she can't help but want to as her eyes continue to keep darting up. "Then ummm....let's ...ummmm...." certainly nervous by her looking into his eyes, "let's turn this around. yeah....." she looks away again, "your arm should be where mine is....and let's count for a while? And you can talk to me as little or as much as you need right now....yeah?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at her, smiling a little bit, and nods. "All right." He shifts position, coming to rest like she is, and rests his head on her shoulder. "You know--and you're going to think this is bizarre, I know, and I'm not being a very good Adren at all. But you don't have to keep yourself look down around me. I actually rather like eye contact. Let the rest go for that...I'd rather those I care about feel empowered."

Jesse Jones: She gets settled again, and puts her arm around him now, her one leg bending up slightly again. "I'm not sure if it's empowerment really. Just something I was taught as be respectful. And if you wish me not to do that in private, then I think I can get over that...but in public, you shall get my respect as you deserve." Then a pause. "Adren? Wait...you mean you advanced while I was gone?" (Or I think he did.) Shyly she glances over and looks back into his eyes, he can tell she is having a little trouble holding it but after a moment, she relaxes and does, holding it there for a long moment.

Aerin Thomas: ((Just checked...their scene was in December, and he advanced in March, so yeah. *S*)) He blinks and thinks about it, smiling. "Wow. Yeah, I guess so. Seems longer ago then it was." He nods a little. "Made it back in March. Hell of a Challenge." He grins a bit, remembering it. "About drove me insane trying to figure it out." He meets her gaze calmly, smiling to her. "In public, that's fine. In private, I don't need you you to avoid eye contact to show respect. Thank you again."

Jesse Jones: She smiles warmly, nodding. "Congratulations Aerin. It's a deal then." As her arm is around him, she reaches a finger gently down and brushes his cheek. ((his eye color again?)) looking into his eyes, as if practicing. "I'm glad you succeeded. I have heard that sometimes, the higher rank one goes, the chance of success gets more difficult. Which makes sense since there is more responsiblity behind what you do."

Aerin Thomas: ((Green)) He smiles and leans his cheek into the finger, eyes shutting lightly for a moment. "Yeah...it does. Which makes me a little afraid for what's in store if I make it further." He chuckles a little bit, and opens his eyes to look at her. "I just hope I win more then I lose, these days. It's a bit hard to see sometimes....the successes versus the failures."

Jesse Jones: ((they both have the same color then.)) She rubs gently when he leans into her finger. "But Gaia doesn't let you do more than what she thinks you can handle." She turns her head just a little more so she doesn't crick her neck. "It can be hard to see sometimes because you are right in the middle. It can be difficult to look objectively sometimes. You will succeed when you need to succeed most. Failures are just meant to test our mettle and often make us stronger from it."

Aerin Thomas: "Yes." He nods a little, pulling back just enough so that it's a little more comfortable for her. His expression is calm, but mutedly sad...thoughs of the past prevelant in his mind. "But when a failure means a person's life, like it can sometimes? Those failures are not ones you can just walk away from and say 'At least I learned from it.'"

Jesse Jones: ((Jesse: d10: per/emp: 3,2,7,6,3,10,3,

Jesse: d10: reroll: 9, ))"Even when we fail like that," she nods slowly, turning a little, now she runs two fingers gently over his cheek. "You don't walk away like that. It just makes you work harder to succeed. I'm sorry.....for whatever losses you have had before."

Aerin Thomas: He's much calmer, obviously, then before. Very relaxed and enjoying this time with her. However, the failures of the past do weigh heavy on him. He cares a lot about them...too much, perhaps. He's in a fairly constant state of tired as well, though he often hides it well...the result of never getting any real sleep. He's very grateful for the things she's saying, and the way she makes him feel...the relaxed state. He has an innate protectiveness over her as well, not necessarily just because she's kin, but because she's family. Something about this whole experience has moved her past that line of kin or Tribemate, into what Aerin considers his family, a designation that indicates a rather deep caring and trust.

He watches her with a soft half-smile on his face, looking at her warmly. He leans into her fingers and sighs, brushing his hand over her back lightly. "Thank you, Cricket. I appreciate that...not your fault, but I'm grateful for the sentiment."

Jesse Jones: She smiles more, moving so he can touch her better, enjoying the contact, and looks back into his eyes again, holding it there. "I'll be here for you as much as I can, Aerin. I would promise, but sometimes things happen and promises get broken. But I'll do my very best. It's all I can do." Moving her arm a little more she lets the back of hand brush his cheek now. "I do promise that I will not do things to but myself in needless danger so that I am one less person you have to be worried about." Leaning up, she kisses his forehead gently before settling back down again.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes shut at the kiss, sighing softly, and then opens them to look at her. His hand rubs lightly and soothingly over her back. "And already, you've leapt heads and tails above most of the population of New York." He grins a little bit, then nods. "Thank you, Cricket. I...don't know what to say." He nuzzles her shoulder a little bit.

Jesse Jones: She smiles widely with the nuzzle. "Just try and rest a little easier.....you don't have to say anything, Aerin." Her eyes close then, as she lets out a contented breath slowly. Then after a long moment, she offers, very quietly. "Please let me help you be your strength when you are just too tired. I won't ever see it as being weak, but as being strong."

Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath and lets it out, nodding. "That's good." He smiles faintly, shifting to get closer to her, his shoulders relaxing a little more. "One of us should view it that way. So it's a deal, then." He pauses then, and lifts his head to look at her. "What can I do for you? Not in return, just...you deserve support and to have someone be there for you, too. What can I do to help?"

Jesse Jones: She smiles, moving in a little closer as well, letting her head touch his. "When I need it, I'll ask....but right now....just this.....this....closeness...it's something that I've missed. It does more for me than you can imagine," she smiles more, closing her eyes.

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He keps that same small smile on his face, and brings his fingers up to brush oevr her chek. "You're good...or rather, amazing people, Cricket. Thank you."

Jesse Jones: She smiles, and rubs her cheek against his fingers. "You're pretty amazing yourself.. Thank you too, Aerin." (want to say they watch a little longer and then take off--and if he has a new number to contact him by, which I'm pretty sure he does, he gives that to her. She's got the same one as before.))

Aerin Thomas: ((Happy too! This was awesome. *Hugs* And sure, that works. He'll ride home alongside her, make sure that she gets there and gets in okay, and gives her him new phone number, for his cell and for the home phone. And makes a promise to get together sometime in the near future.)) 

Jesse Jones: ((And she asks that he calls her to let him know he gets back home too *grin* and definitely will try to get together with him...and will be standing next to him at the challenge--I believe he'd mentioned that....well, she'll be there no matter what))