Ethan Anderson : He slips ahead of Aerin and playfully opens the door, bowing so that his hair spills down into his face, hiding the shyly playful grin from sight.

Aerin Thomas: The man chuckles a little bit and follows close behind, running a hand through loose hair. He's got the professional look down still, with the button-down shirt and slacks, and lets the door ease shut behind before following after him. "You're in a mood today..."

Ethan Anderson : "Mnn...Lets see. We're in town. Together. And we don't have to worry about being caught." He shrugs and smiles at Aerin, hands rising to brush through his long blond hair, pushing it behind his ears before he reaches out to slip his hand into the other's. "Being with you makes me happy."

Aerin Thomas: He reaches forward and takes Ethan's hand, smiling a bit. "I'm glad...the feeling is mutual." He squeezes his hand around Ethan's and heads toward an open table.

Ethan Anderson : "Good to know," he says softly, not letting go of Aerin's hand until they reach the table. He slides into the booth and settles his back in the corner against the wall. "Job hunting today?"

Aerin Thomas: "Job hunting is a good idea," he says with a nod, sliding into the booth opposite Ethan. "I've got a few ideas...security jobs, mostly. It's what I know, and what I'm good at."

Ethan Anderson : He nods, tongue flicking over his lips. "I c-can look for apartments today if you want," he offers softly. "Two bedroom, right?"

Aerin Thomas: "Well..." He sighs, considering. "Maybe. I was thinking of asking Bliss about staying with him, or maybe using the cabin for a while. She doesn't know where it is, or even about it. Might help us stay out of her hair for a little while at least, you know?"

Ethan Anderson : He nods slowly. "Does Bliss know what's going on? H-he seems to adore ITa and I..." He bites his lips with a sigh. "I don't want a growly man snapping at me, y'know?"

Aerin Thomas: "He knows." A little nod. He reaches out to put a hand out to Ethan, palm up. "He has to know, Ethan. He's my...he's Bliss. If anyone besides us would ever need to know, it would be him."

Ethan Anderson : "He's your what," he asks, settling his hand into Aerin's with a soft smile. "You keep not finishing sentences."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Mind a third?)

Ethan Anderson : ((I don't!@))

Aerin Thomas: ((More, the merrier!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He's been up all night, and his appearance somewhat shows it, but his attitude is bright as he moves down the sidewalk to the cafe, planning on grabbing a quick danish and loading up on coffee before his morning class.

Aerin Thomas: "He's my...he's in my circle." A pointed look...the 'get the analogy' look.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (test)

Ethan Anderson : "I'm an idiot," he murmurs, blushing, blue eyes bright. He traces a finger almost idly in the center of Aerin's palm, lazy little circles and spirals in an endless pattern. "S-so he doesn't ahte me?"

Joshua Coil: *And he... he walks in shortly after Nat, looking around carefully. Clearly in search of someone. Meeting here? More than likely.*

Nathaniel Dikastis -> Aerin Thomas: (dammit, I know he has met Aerin, and I show him as a listed character he knows, but just not sure which scene they met in - the park or where :( I wish I could have logged all my scenes auto. It doesn't help that I'm sleepy, do you remember?)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He steps to the counter first, looking over the danish and choosing a couple - one cheese, one cherry, and an extra large coffee, before he glances around the room.

Aerin Thomas -> Nathaniel Dikastis: ((It was when Ethan was there. Fox's Ethan. *S* They met breifly, and then Aerin had to go.))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,2,9,9,2,3,

Ashlyn Reale: Really, he doesn't have to wait long. Ashlyn comes up to the door shortly after Josh, nudging inside and covering a yawn - gloved.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up, noticing Nathaniel and Joshua. Slight tension, barely visible. "No, Ethan. He doesn't hate you at all."

Ethan Anderson : Ethan follows Aerin's gaze briefly before turning his attention back to the other. There's a moment's pause before he begins withdrawing his hand.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over his shoulder. And sighs, with that hint of a growl caused by his voice.* I'm sorry I woke you. I thought you'd be awake by now.

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 2,9,7,5,1,

Joshua Coil: *He sees.. .people. He sees Aerin with some boy. He ignores them. His attention remains on Ashlyn.*

Nathaniel Dikastis -> Aerin Thomas: (Okay I remember now. I get her and AK's Ethan's mixed up sometimes :P *Hugs* Thanks for the memory jolt. Been working 14 hours on about 5 hours sleep so abit hazy!)

Aerin Thomas: He squeezes Ethan's hand, not letting go, unless he makes it quite clear he wishes to.

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc+Alert: 3,4,9,10,4,

Ashlyn Reale: "It was a long night," she insists as if excusing the matter, strolling up languidly to JOsh's side. Content that of course she knows him, she looks about at the shop and reaches an arm around his waist or so if allowed, for a brief and one-armed hug of greeting. Somewhat sleepy - only somewhat. She has a look that doesn't suggest makeup - or else suggests that it's been applied well. Her black hair is a riot of waves and curls pushed back by a red ribbon, tied into a distinctly Snow White bow - which doesn't sit at odds with her pale face, grey-blue eyes, and natural look. Otherwise? It's a solid New York black, fashionable and broken up only in splashes - like her fragile looking heels.

Ethan Anderson : He smiles at that and leaves his hand where it is, eyes flicking up to Aerin's face. 'I love you,' he mouths silently.

Joshua Coil: *He makes a face.* Trust me, I don't want to know about it. What you do in your bedroom is beyond my imagination. *He pauses, and, in what has probably become an inside joke, he adds, with a smirk,* Unless it's with my girlfriend.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He doesn't immediately notice Aerin, but after he pays for his order his eyes slip to him again... he has seen him before... He takes a large bite out of one of the cheese danish, and choses to take a table very close to him and Ethan, nodding to him as he sits down.

Aerin Thomas: "Love you, too," he murmurs, returning the smile. He looks up, noting Ashlyn's presence for a moment, then back to Ethan. "So. Food."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She just couldn't sleep, a interesting night at work, and working till close, and now look she is awake and starting her day already. She Heads into the cafe.

Ethan Anderson : "F-food," he agrees. Nathaniel gets a little nod, Ethan's blond hair sliding into his face as he dips his head. "Wh-what do you want? I'll go up to the counter and order."

Ashlyn Reale: "...My -sewing- room," she corrects pointedly. With a smirk, no less. She releases him, straightening up and starting off at an unhurried pace for the counter. "Unlike your girlfriend, my fabric bolts are collecting dust." This does not seem to be an insult, naturally, for the tone of her voice.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He's wearing a plain pair of jeans and a white, starched shirt, a long black coat over it. He has a backpack on, loaded with books (the flap is half open), and the only make-up he could be said to have on now is the permanent eyeliner around his eye. (the one that is visible, the other covered with thick curls of his hair)

Ashlyn Reale: (( Color change? ))

Joshua Coil: *He moves after her, then, almost defensively, like a bodyguard. Again, he makes a concerted effort to ignore Aerin. The growl DOES escape his throat as he passes.*

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 3,6,

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks slightly like her old self in a long dress, that falls to her ankles, covering her from neck to wrist to ankle, and looking goon on her despite this fact she is also wearing a coat, and has pulled her hair back in a combination of braids and letting part of it fall free down her back slightly. She heads for the counter as she looks around.

Aerin Thomas: He shoots Joshua a look as he growls, and then looks over to Nathaniel, nodding to him with a faint smile. "Good morning," he says to the man at the nearby table.

Ashlyn Reale: She's, ah, certainly usually not the most perceptive one here. In her cursory examination, she looks to, then simply away from the others, heading on her way and pondering a muffin. A blink, and she perks, looking over her shoulder to Josh. Why a woman as tall as this one wears heels might be a mystery, but she doesn't have to look up far in the attempt to catch his gaze. "Sorry, what? I missed that."

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: per+Alert: 8,5,3,3,4,2,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He starts to scarf down the danish, eyes the room again, letting the backpack slide to the floor beside his chair.

Ethan Anderson : He shrinks further into the corner of the booth at the growl, fingers tightening on Aerin's hand as he flicks blue eyes towards Josh.

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert : 3,2,7,5,9,

Aerin Thomas: "Mushroom burger, fries, and Earl Grey tea," he says to Ethan. "Thank you."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She blinks as she see's Nathaniel and Ashlyn, she knows the guy she is with, having met him at the apartment with Ingvar, not quite remembering his name, oh yeah and at the park as well. She walks up to the counter nehind Josh and Ashlyn a nod going to Nathan.

Joshua Coil: Nothing, *he says simply, to Ashlyn. Just his usual, a venti vanilla latte with skim milk.*

Ethan Anderson : He nods and lifts Aerin's hand to his lips, kissing it quickly. "Kay." He slips out of the booth and heads for the counter, hands quickly braiding back his long hair as he goes just to get it out of his face.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices Morgane about the time she notices him and grins at her, making a motion at her to join him after she orders.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She doesn't get too close to Josh, not wishing her greeting to scare him or anything. Russian accent thick as she says "Good morning Ashlyn" to the woman next to him. A nod and a smile to Nathan after her greeting to her other friend.

Aerin Thomas: He watches Ethan head to the counter, eyes on the young man as he gets near Joshua. Looking for any unkind words sent Ethan's way...it's not his fault.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives a grin to Aerin. "'Mornin'." He glances to the leaving Ethan. "Smile.. it's Friday, and we're still alive."

Ashlyn Reale: "Hazelnut skim, nothing on top, two sweet'n'low," she orders easily, and gestures to their medium cup. And then, stepping aside as more people come up along to the counter, she looks to Josh. Hanging out by the register a moment. "What's up, hon?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Thursday))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (oops... getting mixed up working night shift... change to "Almost Friday and still alive")

Joshua Coil: *He looks back over to Morgane, and cants his head slightly. Back to Ashlyn; he assumes she knows the other.*

Ethan Anderson : Ethan hovers a few feet behind Josh, Ashlyn and Morgane, his eyes up on the menu.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*Hugs Snow*)

Ashlyn Reale: "Hm?" She perks a little, looking back. Sleepy but awake. Gloved hands clasp loosely together when she takes notice of Morgane. "Oh! Small city! Morning! Have you two met?" A glance from Morgane to Josh - as usual, much more casual.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She bows her head to Josh. "Good morning." she says to him, yes she knows him it seems. She steps up to order and get's a large coffee, and a blueberry muffin. She nods her head to Ashlyn. "Yes we have meet twice before, but I do not think we were formally introduced." a smile to Josh then one to Ashlyn. "I have been noting what a small place this is for being so fiilled with people."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at Morgane at Ashlyn's words. A friend of hers maybe? He adds a generous helping of sugar to his coffee - he needed it this morning.

Joshua Coil: Nothing. Just wondering if that one's the one. *He shrugs, and with the words "That one," lifts his chin in Ethan's direction.* I'll get over it, I'm sure.

Ethan Anderson : He blinks and slips around the talkers with a sigh, moving up to the counter to order, voice quiet as he stammers out what Aerin had wanted.

Joshua Coil: I don't think we've met, no. *He looks over to Morgane, and meets eyes.* Joshua, ma'am.

Ashlyn Reale: "Morgane, this is Josh. Josh, Morgane. You're both friends, so just take my word that this is a wonderful person you're meeting." She smiles her disarming smile, glancing from one to the other. And slipping off a -little- more aside to pay for herself and Josh quietly. "Mm? The one? Which one? New staff or what?"

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, noting Ethan's state of discomfort...but Joshua hasn't done anything yet. He just waits, eye on the situation.

Joshua Coil: *He watches Morgane, and nods, sincerely.* All right. *He shrugs.* It's a story. I'll ... speak later about it?

Ethan Anderson : "Th-thank you," he murmurs, paying and nodding to the table. He moves away from the counter and slides in beside Aerin. "Th-they'll bring it out when its done."

Ashlyn Reale: "Mm, sure," she nots to Josh agreeably. Not dismissive - just accepting. And collecting their coffee cups, offering his out to him. She steps out of the way of the flow of consumer-traffic, but near enough to remain more or less with Morgane and Josh. She glances aside to Ethan without recognition.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He takes a sip of his coffe, his eyes on Morgane mostly. He glances toward Aerin long enough to notice where his eyes were, but doesn't comment. He watches those around Morgane with a protective air.

Morgane Kristanovitch: And she presently does not show any reaction or interest in what Josh said. Turning to the side she catches sight of who Josh inclined, or whom she believes he inclined his head toward. Still not saying anyone on that, and listening. A nod of her head to Ashlyn and a smile to Josh. "A pleasure to meet you Josh. I wish to appologize for our second meeting, as I was asked to leave by a mutual aquaintance, before good introductions could have been made." How he could forget the flying book and the bag of coffee beans jumping is beyond her, but she is very grateful for it at this point. Once Ashlyn has p[aid she does as well. Taking her order when it is ready. "I was jsut about to go and join a house mate of mine, would you two care to join us?" she looks from them over to Nathaniel and back.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit, looking back to Ethan, smiling gently. His hand finds the other's. "That's fine, hon. Thank you." He leans in to murmur in Ethan's ear.

Ethan Anderson : He curls his fingers with Aerin's, head tipping up as he listens.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "That's Joshua. He's a Glass Walker...a friend of Ita's. He knows about the plan...I told him, so that he wouldn't try and kill me after the fact. He and I don't get along...his problems are going to be with me, though. Not you. So don't worry."

Joshua Coil: *He waits for his latte. Totally worth it. He takes his first sip. Ahh... been making coffee at home so much that this was a luxury.*

Ashlyn Reale: "Feeling sociable?" she asks Josh in response to Morgane's invitation. Equal parts consideration, and thinly veiled permission seeking.

Ethan Anderson : He nods and nibbles his lips, glancing towards Josh before leaning against Aerin's side. "Kay."

Nathaniel Dikastis: His eyes slip to Aerin and Ethan, but only for a moment as it registers as if 'who is with who', then he looks back to Morgane, taking a bit of his second danish.

Joshua Coil: Never. But I don't mind company, *he says with a small nod.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (bit-bite)

Ashlyn Reale: She briefly smirks in amusement, murmurs thanks to him, and then nods to Morgane as her expression smooths down to a polite smile. "We'd love to."

Joshua Coil: d10: Int: 5,5,

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head to Josh, still smiling, she heads over to Nathaniels table, even though it is close to Aerin's. She stops near a chair. "Nathaniel, this is Josh and my friend Ashlyn. Josh and Ashlyn this is Nathaniel." She waits for them to take a seat before she does.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Nathaniel once more, then leans back in his seat, providing support for Ethan, an arm slipping around the other's waist as he waits for his food.

Joshua Coil: *He pulls out the chair for Ashlyn. What a freaking gentleman. And THEN for Morgane. Who's more submissive? Whooooo...*

Ethan Anderson : "I'm not really hungry so I just ordered for you," he says, laying his head against Aerin's shoulder as he reaches out to draw a couple sugar packets to him, toying with them idly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He makes a motion to smooth his hair back, but it falls right back over his eye. Perceptive ones will notice a tear-drop tattoo over the eye the hair covers. He nods to Josh and Ashlyn. "Nice to meet ya'll." He gives a genuine, warm smile to Morgane. "Surprised to see ya, hun, but always welcomed."

Ashlyn Reale: "Nice to meet you, Nathaniel." She greets him with a smile, though her gloves still haven't been removed. Well, she -could- just be cold. It's not as if she's known for body fat and comfort - such is, alas, not the way of the fashion waif. She seats herself, closest to Aerin's table if the others aren't there already.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Thank you." she says to Josh. Taking her seat.

Ashlyn Reale: Er.. Well yes, whatever chair Josh pulls out for her works juuuust fine! She accepts this treatment with a little pleased smile his way - friendly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notes Joshua's actions with a flat look on his face - displeasure, acceptance, just what is difficult to say.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head to Nathaniel. "I did not expect to be awake this early either, it is good to see you as well."

Nathaniel Dikastis: His voice is cheerful, but not as chirpy and amused as usual - he's tired. "Got a class this mornin', just didn't want to have to cook crepes on an empty stomach. Got a test on them this mornin'."

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He nods a little bit. "So...anyway. Security work for me...possibly apartment-hunting, if Bliss's cabin is out. Anything else on the agenda?"

Joshua Coil: *He pulls himself into his own seat, and he watches Nathaniel. He doesn't quite seem to care for him either. Not good enough breasts. He lowers his head, and just sips at his coffee. Though the head-lowering does keep his scarred throat protected.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert: 3,5,8,5,10,

Ashlyn Reale: "Culinary Arts?" she asks of Nathaniel with interest - curiosity, mostly. She's really only held her coffee so far, as-is.

Ethan Anderson : "I need to stock up on some basics at the apartment as we seem to be spending as much time here as at the farm," he murmurs. And then he glances up at Aerin, blushing, his eyes coy. "We need some basics."

Aerin Thomas: He grins a little at Ethan's comment. "Yeah, probably a good idea. We'll need basics wherever we end up."

Morgane Kristanovitch: If she wasn't wearing makeup she would be showing her tiredness as well. A nod of her head. "I do not blame you." a soft smile to him. She takes a sip of her coffee before setting it down and starting in on the muffin, she watches and of course listens to everything going on around them. A slight study of Josh as he is quiet.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hears the name 'Bliss', and glances curiously to Aerin for a moment, but not the whole conversation. The same Bliss? How many could there be? Well, this was New York, afterall, who knows? As for breasts, he doesn't have any, mainly nipples. He's a bit scrawny, but definite masculine. He looks at Joshua every bit as cooly as he does to him.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Empathy (Josh): 8,5,5,9,9,3,

Ethan Anderson : He laughs and pokes Aerin in the side before turning his face up and kissing the other's chin softly. "Yeah...Um. Anything else you can think of that I can do t-t-today?"

Joshua Coil: *He's drinking his coffee. Of course he's quiet. In a state of transendence. Coffee IS the food of the Gods. He looks over at Aerin's table. And he snorts slightly, and looks back down.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yeah, sorta. I'm taking classes with a chef here in town, a pretty famous one. I gotta be good enough to do the specials at the club. They are going to be world famous." He says this as if he belives it.

Ashlyn Reale: "Do you two," glancing to Nathaniel and Morgane both, "work at the same club?" Really, a logical enough assumption, isn't it? She glances back to Josh a little less obviously, and seems content that this is just his morning coffee-worship ritual in place.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She blinks a few times looking at Josh, she looks off to where he looks and then looks down to her muffin, just eating. Her notice a thing? never.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods. "Yeah, Wyld Nights. I work in the kitchen mostly." He downs more of his danish, trying to act in a more civilized manner since Morgane is at the table now. She always has a calming 'act like a gentlemen, if you can' effect on him.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Ashlyn. "Yes we both work at the same place." a nod of her head.

Joshua Coil: Ahh, *he gets out, his rather unpleasant voice clear.* A strip club.

Aerin Thomas: "Ummm..." He considers for a moment, pointedly ignoring Joshua's snort, and rubs at his eyes. "Not that I can think so at the moment. I've got a lot to do, I just...problems focusing."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She had NOT told Ashlyn that. She magnificwently manages to looks dignifyed as she answers Josh. "Yes that is correct."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He frowns suddenly at Joshua. "It' a sensual club, not your normal strip club." He acts just a tad bit insulted, but a glance to Morgane has him eating another bit of danish.

Ethan Anderson : "You need more sleep," he murmurs worriedly. "We could make a list? Figure out what still needs to be done and just check it off as we go along?"

Joshua Coil: *He clearly doesn't see any dignity in it. Gaguing by the expression on his face.*

Joshua Coil: *He looks up at Nathaniel.* You have naked women there. Who dance.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (bit again is BITE *Leaves out the typo and regular dictionary. Just deal with it :P)

Ashlyn Reale: "How liberating." She sits up a bit straighter, covering her pleasantly amused look. Amused, yes. Insincere? No. She sips at her coffee now that it's less than scalding.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives Joshua a very, very cool, calm look. "Yes, and nakedness is natural, and sensual. You touch them you could suffer. It ain't some two-bit, seedy joint. If ya think that, you best stay home. We got some of the best dancers in this fuckin' city, 'n some of the best food to be found anywhere."

Aerin Thomas: "Sleep is not my friend, and I'm never going to sleep well. For many reasons...you know that." He sighs. "A list for the major things would be good, yes."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She blinks at Josh as he defers to the other male at the table, biting her tongue and nat saying a word. This was worse than discussing the topic with Ingvar. She klooks over to Ashlyn. "So how have you been?" she sounds pleasant enough.

Joshua Coil: Naked women. Dancing. *He meets Nathaniel's eyes.* Strip club. *He takes a sip of his coffee.* I didn't say bad strip club, or seedy strip club. It is still a strip club.

Aerin Thomas: He glances up at Joshua and Nathaniel, frowning a little at their conversation. Whichever side he would take is not entirely clear.

Ethan Anderson : "I know. But I can still wish that you could sleep better," he says softly. "We'll do that when we get back to the apartment then. Make a list and just work through it. Its the best we can do."

Joshua Coil: And I do not force my affectiond on anyone. *There is a roiling growl in the back of his throat.* I don't appreciate the implication that I would.

Ethan Anderson : "Just think. That's the club I wanna t-try and get a job at," he murmurs.

Joshua Coil: ((*hands Nat-p back the typo dictionary* Just had to borrow it for that affectiond.))

Ashlyn Reale: "Hey, come on," she pipes up to Nathaniel as a mediating voice. Smiling only a little. "We're not from Page Six. It's cool.. He has a girlfriend. Maybe my dear friend's just not had the chance to see your particular club. For that matter, neither have I," she admits.

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He looks back at Ethan suddenly, watching him closely for a moment...that strange intensity returning. The 'I'm not really here' otherworldly look.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head, his coffee going cold. "It's more than that. I've been to the real strip clubs, 'n don't you think for one fuckin' minute that Morgane isn't a lady just 'cause she works there, or I swear..." He has to bite his tongue, looking at Morgane.

Ashlyn Reale: "Ah... Josh? Darlin'?" She looks back toward him. Her smile grows suddenly nervous, looking to Josh, uncertain. "Come on sweety, I'm sure it wasn't personal..."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A pointed look at Nathan saying 'no'. Before glancing at Josh. "I do not believe he was saying that you in particular would do such a thing. POur appologies." she bows her head slightly. "There is just strict rules where we work."

Ethan Anderson : He shifts up onto his knees at that look in Aerin's eyes and gently cups his face. "I"m not going anywhere baby...We'll get through this."

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't seem to have heard Ethan's words for a long moment, until he slowly blinks, and then nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. Wonder if they need security," he muses, idly.

Joshua Coil: *He breathes slowly, which is a rather grinding nise, almost a roiling growl. He looks over to Ashlyn. And nods, biting his lip.* I'm sorry. Temper.

Ashlyn Reale: Yes. Growing quiet now, and tense, eyes on Josh, lips slightly parted in that last calm moment before an expected storm. Only, when was the last time she had this look without shrinking back even a fraction of an inch?

Morgane Kristanovitch: Both Lucien AND Nathen were going to get on her nerves standing up for her like that, but she shows nothing but a cool calm and peaceful exterior to them all.

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Curious (Joshua): 3,3,3,10,8,

Ashlyn Reale: Her lips purse faintly together, closed firmly again. The quirk in her brows rises and smooths again, and the slender woman leans back, apparently satisfied for the moment that outright...whatever it is...has been avoided. Morgane is shot a look - of silent thanks.

Ethan Anderson : He smiles and leans down to kiss Aerin slowly on the lips...Screw the prying eyes.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Slow breaths no quick movements as she picks up her coffee cup and takes a sip slowely. A glance to Ashlyn. when she pulls the coffee cup away from her mouth a soft smile is there to her.

Joshua Coil: *He finishes off his coffee.* Think I need another.

Raven: ((Ok to have someone join scene for oh, 40 minutes? *S*))

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 8,9,6,5,1,

Aerin Thomas: Whoa...that surprises him. He tenses for just a moment...a bit blatent, in front of Joshua...but he returns the kiss anyway, without more then a moment's hesitation.

Ethan Anderson : ((woot!))

Joshua Coil: ((Should be fine!)) *He looks around, and he scowls. Fiercely.* Maybe a couple more. *He looks away from Aerin and Ethan. Forcibly.* Apparently that's the new one.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He seems to stiffen for a minute, but his resolve seems firm, especially when it comes to Morgane. The boy could get himself killed easily, no doubt, but he doesn't back down, merely nods. Not submissive, but at least half-ass respectable, remembering Corbin. "Shit happens, things get screwed up... but it ain't just a normal strip club, it's into fantasies 'n more, not a seedy joint."

Ethan Anderson : He smiles softly as the kiss breaks. "S-sorry. Didn't think I could wait until we got home."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Come on in, the water is fine! Sorta, but ya know Nathaniel :P)

Joshua Coil: I didn't SAY it was, *he says, sincerely, to Nathaniel.* You keep putting that into my mouth. It's a strip club. Stop calling a rose a daisy.

Ashlyn Reale: She nods faintly to Joshua, slowly. No movement is too sudden, or violent. Not that hard - she has a certain grace about her. A glance from Josh to Nathaniel, back to Morgane. "So, we should meet for lunch again some time this week. Oh - that reminds me. I -have- to give you some music."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 4,3,4,5,2,7,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He follows Joshua's eyes and has to bite his tongue a second time. Something shadows in his eyes, but he manages to keep his mouth shut. Damn, that's an accomplishment.

Aerin Thomas: "It's okay." He takes a deep breath, ears catching Joshua making a comment, but not the words. Not even a glance thrown his way. He's not supposed to care. "It's quite okay."

Ashlyn Reale: Aaaaand there's the quiet again, looking to Morgane instead. The excuse is easy - sure. Sip coffee. Now.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is so going to hit Nathan when she get's home as she glances to him and also around to Aerin and Ethan as Josh makes his announcement. She purses her lips slightly at the show of affection between the two males andf quickly covers it with her coffee cup.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Joshua> "Those are two very different things though, right? They are both flowers, both different as day to night."

Jez: He steps into the place, dressed for work without the kohl liner and all, but he's a shimmery, peach/amber silk suit that brings out the gold flecks in his honey-brown eyes, expensively tailored to suit his new build, lean muscles approaching an athletic form.

Jez: ooc> he's *wearing* that is

Ethan Anderson : "Good. Get used to it," he murmurs, smiling slightly as he settles back down. The waitress, frowning and blushing, hastily drops Aerin's plate in front of him, as well as the tea and Ethan's water and then scurries off.

Jez: He smiles warmly seeing Nathaniel, extending the smile to Morgane. Crowded table though, so he settles at a table next to it instead. "Morning, folks."

Nathaniel Dikastis: Adds quickly, sorry "One you look at 'n toss out the next day, the other ya cherish 'n pray it doesn't fade."

Ethan Anderson : ((I was gonna say, love...He turned into a suit? I know Dante wears him like a glove but still...))

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Nathan perhaps a change in subject would be better?" she suggest it calmly mildly. she looks over to Ashlyn. "Music? And yes lunch or perhaps dinner with your fiance and mine?"

Joshua Coil: *He shakes his head at Nat, and goes to get his second coffee. Returning to the table.* It is still a strip club. Denying that... you might as well be lying on your taxes. They are both flowers.

Jez: ((He's transfigured, hush!))

Joshua Coil: Both are of the earth. Both are to be respected. To imply otherwise...

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,5,4,4,5,4,

Aerin Thomas: No noticing Jez for him...all his attention is on Ethan. "I plan on getting quite used to it." He grins a little bit, relaxing slightly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head to Jez. "Good morning Jez. Jez this is Ashlyn and Josh." Trying to be oh so polite and calm. "Josh Ashlyn this is Jez."

Ashlyn Reale: "Everything wilts," she murmurs in a moment of distraction. Distraction? New face! She looks over to the newcomer, no recognition of course, but she does seem to make the immediate assumption that he knows -somebody- here. "-Morning-," she greets, a little more stress there than is strictly necessary. Hey, guys. At the table. With the tenseness. A new person! Greetings all around! ....it's rude to tear out anybody's throat at the table, too.

Ethan Anderson : "Good," he says contentedly, reaching out to steal a fry.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He tenses for a moment, but at Morgane's request he seems to back down. He nods to Joshua. "Yeah, they should be respected.... change of subject..." He looks to Jez and grins. "I think we just got that.... hey dude, how's it goin'?"

Jez: He nods to Josh and Ashlyn. "Morning." Extends it to Aerin and Ethan with a grin to the two of them.

Ethan Anderson : ((Aerin and Ethan are at a different table. :) ))

Joshua Coil: *He scowls, and sips at his coffee. He raises a hand. And then he looks up.* Question, *he offers to Jez. Ahh yes. Complete stranger.* Naked women, dancing. What would you call an establishment like that?

Nathaniel Dikastis: His clever eyes catch that Jez knows the other two.

Jez: Nathan: "Really well. I'm interpreting for a deposition this morning, but we're on break."

Ashlyn Reale: "Nice to meet you." Calming? Sort of? But then she's sitting forward again, coffee set down on the table. She, ah, doesn't seem to be afraid, so much as expectant. Waiting. Looking to Jez, then to Morgane, and finally, lingering on Josh.

Jez: ((Ahhhh *S* ok so he looked in their direction to say hello, too. ~lol~))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He stiffens again. He had already backed down once, because Morgane has asked it. He now looks at Joshua with a thunderous expression on his face.

Jez: Joshua: "I call it a place I don't want to go." Blink. "Why?"

Joshua Coil: *He sighs, and flumps on the table. He watches Nathaniel.* Rrrf.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Jez when he addresses them, blinking suddenly and nodding to him. "Hey."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives an "I"m gonna kick your ass" expression to Jez."

Ethan Anderson : "H-hi," he murmurs, glancing at Jez almost shyly, snuggling his petite frame more securely into Aerin's side.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Manip+Sub (Hide emot: 1,5,9,8,5,5,

Joshua Coil: Okay, fine, *he grumbles.* Agree to disagree. Sensual-club-strip-establishment-club. *He's calmed. Coffee good.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pushes his almost finished danish across the table. "What the fuck are ya tryin' to prove, dude? You think nekkid auto means sex? What are ya, six years old? There's more to life than that."

Jez: Looks innocently at Nathaniel at the expression. "Now why are *you* being all scary and dominant this morning? I'm beginning to shiver with anticipation." Waves airily to Aerin and Ethan. "Morning, guys."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is attempting to be the cool calm and collective one and she has down at least on her face. She goes back to sipping on the coffee.

Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.* You are the one that shortened "automatically" to "auto." Talk to ME about acting younger than you are?

Nathaniel Dikastis: He will give a partway expression of apology to Morgane. He had tried, but Joshua had kept up on it, in his view.

Aerin Thomas: "Good morning, Jez," he says to the man, softly...not wanting to disturb the other table too much.

Joshua Coil: I think he's upset because I called his strip club a strip club, *he tells Jez calmly.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She places a hand on Nathaniels shoulder. "Please." only one word, said in a way to calm and sooth and to get the topic changed before someone got hurt. (Roll comming resisted by WP for Nathaniel.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Manip+Empathy: 5,3,5,7,1,8,

Jez: He smiles to the weary waitress. "My usual ginger tea, please, and a small spinach salad to go."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He has to chuckle at Jez. "You dont' know what I can be, but that ain't what we talkin' about...." He frowns at Joshua. "Look, DUDE, I'm tryin' to be nice here, 'n you ain't tryin' as hard. I try, I really do, but I ain't gonna listen to shit, no matter who it comes from. Ya wanna play nice, do it, ya don't then we gotta deal with it from there, but we both got ladies here... ya wanna cool it or what?" He seems to be ready for whatever Joshua decides.

Ethan Anderson : "C-can't you just call it a Gentleman's Club," Ethan chimes in, lifting his voice just enough to be heard.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Nathaniel, and there is an unpleasant growl now echoing in his throat.* Ashlyn has seen me fight before.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (And no, he didn't say Sir, like he normally would, because Joshua has pissed him off by continuing the thing with Jez, instead of dropping it)

Joshua Coil: *Ohh, the LOOK he gives Ethan for even daring to speak in his direction...*

Jez: Joshua: "Oh." Pause. "The term strip club tends to have negative connotations, sort of like calling a massage therapy clinic a massage parlor. He conjures up dark images of perverts in raincoats fondling the wares. Don't they call those places exotic dancing clubs now or something? Like Wyld Nights. Classy but not sleazy. Usually."

Aerin Thomas: "Joshua." His voice calls out, clear and calm. "Now is not the time to get in a fight. Not here, not now. We're Downtown."

Ethan Anderson : He flushes and drops his head at that look from Josh, hiding the fear in his eyes behind a pale fringe of lashes.

Jez: ooc> He=It (I'm not yet awake.) Ethan: "Gentleman's Club, there we go. Dull subject. Moving on?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (picks up Dropped PM) He looks to Joshua. "I dont' doubt ya can fight, but do ya know what ya fightin' for? If it aint' the right thing, then ya screwed in the end, ya know? Ya gotta fight the right ones." He speaks with at least a definite tone of assurance. He calms a bit at Morgane's touch, but this is hard for him to deal with.

Joshua Coil: *The rumble slowly, slowly fades. His teeth gritted at Aerin.* Then we'll fight later, *he says calmly.* Apparently this is NOT about Nat at ALL.*

Aerin Thomas: He stares calmly at Joshua. Meeting his gaze. DIRECTLY.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan shrinks down in the seat and then moves slowly away from Aerin, standing, not wanting to be between the two of them if things get bad. He heads quietly for the restroom.

Jez: A faint shudder at the tensions. "I don't think I want to be involved. Thank you, dear," he says to the waitress giving him the tea.

Ashlyn Reale: "Look, guys.." Her hands spread in an open gesture, conciliatory. She looks from one to the other as if the matter were over and done with already, calm, composed. "Let's just admit that some people might be naked, and every woman worth the name can be sexy, and sensual, fully dressed just as easily. Only the talentless need to shed their clothes to be erotic. And who wants to argue over them? Exactly." Aw, easy. She leans her back against the chair. "Maybe we need some fresh air.. "

Morgane Kristanovitch: And her gaze flicks about the group, she swallows putting her cup down hands shaking only slightly as she puts her hands in her lap, clasping them together. Treying to take measured breathing. She is nervous.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Morgane don't take her clothes off, she's a waitress, servin' some of the best drinks in town, 'n dammit, I help cook some of the best food in town, we ain't no damned dime club." He is trying to callm himself, to the point that there are tears in his eyes, but not of fright but of anger.

Joshua Coil: d10: Facedown : 10,5,4,9,2,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He glances to Ashlyn and nods, drinking the rest of the cold coffee, trying his best not to make the matter worse. At least he is trying, which is extremely good for him.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Facedown: 10,5,9,8,2,9,

Jez: d10: per + Lore Josh: 9,4,3,7,

Ashlyn Reale: Her gloved hand offers out to Nathaniel as if for comfort, long and slender fingers slightly curved. "There's a little male-to-male translation error, that's all... The means -are- relevant, no matter the ends. You can both agree to that, right..? I know, Morgane's a waitress. If she weren't worthy of every bit of respect she gets and more, we'd probably not be such fast friends."

Ethan Anderson : Ethan, safely ensconsed in the restroom, proceeds to unbraid and tightly rebraid his hair, tying off the end with a sigh before washing his face in cool water.

Jez: A low, soft exhale. "Nathaniel," he says softly, shaking his head warningly. "Please." Flicking his eyes to Joshua. "Not a good idea."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He seems to calm for a minute at Ashlyn's words. "Morgane's a lady, don't ya ever doubt that, no matter where she works." His tone is dead set on that. Sensing other things though, he looks at Joshua and frowns. "Shit... this is what I need first thin' in the mornin'."

Aerin Thomas: He remains calm. Resolute. Staring Joshua down, a bit of a clenching to his teeth the only indication of any strain. Joshua WILL back down.

Joshua Coil: *His strain is equally noticeable, a vicious curve of his lip. Staring contest!*

Joshua Coil: d10: Facedown: 10,8,6,9,7,

Jez: He slips over to their table, ignoring the staredown with effort, and murmurs softly to Nathaniel, very low.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to Jez, and frowns slightly, voice lowered. "I'm doin' my best, Jez, but I ain't gonna bow down and scrape. I seen too much not to know some are worse than us."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is so not paying attention they might all be trying to calm down around her but her Anger over everything and her nervousness around Josh is just making things that much more difficult to deal with. She is squeezing her hands together in her lap and not saying a word, not able to take her eyes off of Aerin and Josh.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Facedown: 8,2,7,3,9,2,5,

Ashlyn Reale: Her calm, easing look to Nathaniel tightens around the edges. "Excuse me... did you just assume I had at any point purposefully insulted my friend?" The tone is of disbelief, feminine. Obviously, she's not making judgement calls against Morgane - and seems offended, and not well suited to hiding the fact, that Nathaniel has said something that seems to imply this sort of thing.

Joshua Coil: *He looks pissed, as he turns his head, his lip still curled. Watching out of the corners of his eyes.*

Ethan Anderson : So not leaving the bathroom until Aerin comes to get him.

Jez: Softly, "I know there are, Nathan. I know."

Jez: Ashlyn: A faint frown. "Please do not start *another* argument. Whatever you feel that he assumed is likely miscommunication. Let it go."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, the dispute settled for the moment. Slowly, he rises, picking up his napkin and wiping his mouth, before dropping it on the table and turning toward the bathroom, off to get Ethan.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He turns to glare at Jez a moment, and there is a obvious clinch to his jaw as he tries to back himself down, trying to stay quiet.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A sharp intake of breath and she stands, ignoring her own rules about moving slowely, moving so quickly she bumps the table spilling her unfinished coffee, as she turns and heads out. Hands clasped in front of her staring straight ahead of herself as she heads for the door out.

Joshua Coil: *He still growls, at that, under his breath, the odd choked noise.*

Ethan Anderson : Ethan gives his face another splash and then begins to pat it dry with a bit of that harsh papertowelling.

Jez: That's fine. Let Nathaniel give *him* the glares and anger. Better than pissing off a beast, anyway. He stands up when Morgane leaves so quickly, nodding to the waitress for bringing his salad. "I'll see you after work perhaps, Nathaniel. If you want to smack me around and work it out, we'll see what we can do about that."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to Ash, the one who had almost calmed him down a moment ago. "No, I aint' assumed shit about you. I'm just sayin' what is true. I'm tired of people thinkin' things about her, when she is doin' what she should to fuckin' help things, 'n nobody but a few see that!"

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Wits+Empathy: 8,2,9,8,10,1,

Ashlyn Reale: "I asked a question. If he's mistaken... it should be corrected." Simply, so...calmly spoken in Jez's direction. "I would think in regards to her, it would be an insult to hold this kind of mistake... don't you think? I'm her -friend-. Of -course- I don't assume she's..." Ashlyn's voice dies down. Her words are suddenly less important - looking toward the sounds. Morgane. Josh. ...Her gaze stays firmly on Josh, right now, watching. Measuring.

Jez: ((bye all! Interesting scene *L* but I need to *bleh* work now.))

Aerin Thomas: He steps into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to Morgane, and looks almost striken. "Hun..." He glances around the table. "Damn you all! Why do you all have to fight and act like asses? No wonder we're fuckin' losin' shit!" He grabs his backpack and starts after Morgane. If he heard Jez, he doesn't respond.

Ashlyn Reale: "Wrong. Target," she informs Nathaniel flatly, in a low voice. Her gaze does -not- leave Josh. "You're really barking up the wrong tree if you think -I- assume those things about her. You do not have to defend her to me."

Morgane Kristanovitch: And a chair she passes by suddenly jerks away from the table it was sitting at and flys through the air as if propelled towards the table where Nathan, Jez, Ashlyn, and Josh are at.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "Hey." His voice is calm as he steps in, moving toward Ethan...a bit more tired after the facedown. "Sorry about that."

Joshua Coil: d10: Per+alert: 2,4,4,2,10,

Jez: He slips out the door just ahead of Nathaniel, heading off to work. ~poof~

Ashlyn Reale: For once, it's a damned bit harder to attempt to calm Josh down. She's not calm, herself. She remains seated, ignoring everything in the room but Josh now after the outbursts. ...Whether or not that ah, happens to hit her with a chair.

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: "Its okay love," he says softly, tongue moving over his lips. "I shouldn't have kissed you...I think that's what set him off."

Joshua Coil: *Almost too slow. Almost. Enough to get in the way of it to keep the gals from being hurt, right?*

Nathaniel Dikastis: *Hugs* talk to ya later, have a good day!)

Ashlyn Reale: (( *snugs* Thanks for playing! Was lots of fun! ^_^ ))

Morgane Kristanovitch: They should all Nathan, Ashlyn, and Josh be able to react to it headded their way. Morgane continues out the door after Jez who ran out the door before the event happened.

Joshua Coil: ((Byeeeeeee...))

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "No...it's fine." He nods slightly, stepping toward Ethan and slipping arms around him. A soft kiss is pressed to his forehead. "Best that it start now, rather then later. Not your fault."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (he's right behind her, so I assume it misses him or not?)

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: He sighs softly and nods, curling his arms around Aerin's waist as he settles his head against the man's chest. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Joshua Coil: *Just enough time to get in the way of the chair! Wait... maybe this wasn't such a good idea.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Damage of chair: 4,8,3,5,8,6,

Nathaniel Dikastis: (or he manages to duck it. I'll go with that, unless you say elsewise, because he would be right on her trail after she took off - darn slow posting, I'm tried, sorry)

Joshua Coil: d10: Sta: 2,1,9,

Joshua Coil: *He grunts at the hit, and near topples into Ashlyn at that. Stupid chair of the Wyrm.*

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "Yes, completely. And no, not at all." He sighs. "It's what needs to happen, love...you know that. And, whatever else I feel about the situation, there's one thing giving me joy in all this. And that's you, and the fact that I can be with you." A hand comes up to pet Ethan's hair softly.

Joshua Coil: ((And I'm gonna say unconsciousness, as I have to go to work.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Hugs* it is okay, Josh stepped in the chairs path and smacked him one))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He tries to catch up with Morgane, already feeling bad for letting his anger to him, but damned if it wasn't hard for him...

Nathaniel Dikastis: (OUCH!)

Ashlyn Reale: One way or another, she startles - as Josh suddenly moves, and oh shit, there's flying furniture. Ashlyn Goes to stand quickly, and is promtpy sitting again as an unconscious Josh all but lands on her - she makes the mistake of trying to catch him and keep his head from impacting the floor, which is really no good on her arms. "Mother fu-"

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: He lifts his face. "YOu really do love me, don't you? I mean..." He licks his lips. "I know you care about me and that you love me but...You WANT to be with me...I thought...I'd almost thought that I was convenient. That yes, you liked the sex but that...I was just convenient and I was okay with that," he adds hurriedly. "I just..." He shrugs. "I suck at words sometimes."

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Bye all leaving *Hugs*)) Poor Josh but she didn't actually aim it at anyone in particular. She continues on out the door with Nathan behind her. Very neutral expression. Did she just?

Nathaniel Dikastis: He would have been the type to actually help Ashlyn and Joshua, if he wasn't attempting at the moment to catch up to Morgane, calling her name.

Ashlyn Reale: She sends a look out after them.. Maybe? Maybe. Too close to Battery to make sure of it. Frowning decidedly, she fumbles, sits to leave Josh's head on her lap, and digs for her phone.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "No...you're not just 'conveniant,' Ethan." He shakes his head, smiling adoringly down to the kin. "I do love you...very much."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is trying not to wring her hands as she closes her eyes briefly and comes to a stop. "Yes?"

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: He smiles softly, blushing. "I love you too. Very,very much," he murmurs.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shoulder hugs her to him. "I'm sorry, I really am. I tried. I didn't mean to piss off your friends, but damned they think.... I "know" what you are, 'n how you are tryin' to help. I can't stand narrowminded people... they are gettin' to me so much I want to explode."

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "I know." He leans down for a long, slow kiss.

Nathaniel Dikastis: If he thinks of the chair, it doesn't show at the moment. His mind had been on her, not the chair.

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: "We're gonna get arrested," he manages, laughing, just before their lips meet and he melts into the other.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She takes a deep breath. "I lost my temper again. And Josh is a close ~friend~ of ingvars. No matter what his opinions, or what he says." she is trying to calm herslef a lot more now.

Ashlyn Reale: She digs out the phone, dials quickly, and..waits, a moment. Petting Josh's hair out of the way and staring down with a vague frown, cursing under her breath. "Yes, hello? I'm downtown, at the (blahbittyblah) cafe. Yes. My friend's been hit with a chair. I don't know if he's got a concussion or what.. yes, could you just... Yes? Er. Awake? Well...You might want to -hurry-, then."

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : He lingers it for a few moments, before breaking the kiss and pulling back reluctantly. "We should probably get back out there, before assumptions get made. We don't want to get Joshua TOO pissed." He grins a bit.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He sighs heavily. "Shit... then I might have made things fucked up for Corbin. I didnt' mean to, but I can only do so much... I'm tryin' to hard, Morgane, I really am."

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: "Point. And then...Do you think we could stop at the apartment for oh...two or three hours?"

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson : "I wouldn't complain to that." He winks at Ethan and moves to guide him to the door.

Morgane Kristanovitch: The waitress comes over, hurrying with a wet cloth to put to the lump on Josh's face, not getting too close to him handing it off to Ashlyn really. "It was the girl I think....I didn't really see her." stammering to Ashlyn.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan slips out of the bathroom just ahead of Aerin, eyes widening as he notes Josh sprawled out on the floor.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn quickly removes her gloves, accepts the towel and lays it over Josh's forehead, lips pursed. "She's really not strong enough for that, I don't think...Are you sure it wasn't the guy?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A shake of her head squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. "I shall take full responcability for this if something should come down. Not you." a nod of her head to emphasize this to him.

Aerin Thomas: He steps out of the bathroom...and blinks. "Holy Shiite." He steps past Ethan, moving quickly toward Joshua. No matter what Joshua thinks of Aerin, the big man is still a friend to him. He looks at Ashlyn, concerned, as he comes up...no hostility in him now. "What happened?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She backs off a bit. "I do not believe so, it happened right after she passed the chair." she points to where the chair came from. That other guy I handed him his food and he went out before her."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He frowns. "What? You weren't arueing with him, I was..."

Ethan Anderson : Ethan follows Aerin more cautiously. The big guy, unconscious or not, felt very much like his sister and that wasn't really a good thing, given the hate on he seemed to have for Aerin and Ethan.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Last post was the timid waitress to Ashlyn))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He touches Morgane's shoulder. "If he complains to Ingvar, 'n it goes from there, let me take it, not you. You weren't sayin' shit, it was me 'n my damned big mouth, not you."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "An argument was an argument, I do not wish to go back inside at all and find out the damage that I caused." voice even having lowered as she moves closer to Nathan. "For what ever I might have done and if it was too a family member, I will take the punishment, your argument was nothing but words."

Ashlyn Reale: "One of those two threw a -chair- at us," she remarks in displeasure. Her eyes rise, looking to the two, equally unimpressed. "I have this handled. He'll call you when he wakes up, or...however you all work together. I'll let him know you care."

Ashlyn Reale: Then she looks to the waitress. Then back to Joshua, head pillowed momentarily on her lap. Oh, right. She's since hung up. "Thanks, miss."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He blinks at Morgane, and realizes what she is saying. He shakes his head quickly. "NO! You won't say shit... if they ask, I did it... we'll work out some reasonin'. I can take the shit better than you can."

Aerin Thomas: He pauses there, both at Ashlyn's words and her demeanor. He almost moves to help...clearly torn between concern and something else, before shoulders slump a little. "I...okay." He sighs. "Tell him...fuck. I don't know."

Ethan Anderson : "T-tell him," Ethan says softly. "That we both hope he's well. And we hope that he can understand someday." He slips his hand into Aerin's.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hugs her close and whispers to her. "I'll deal with it. Whatever they dish out, I'll take. Don't say shit, 'n it'll be okay."

Morgane Kristanovitch: The waitress nods her head and keeps an eye on Josh and the other's while cleaning up. She tried to help but yeah.

Ashlyn Reale: "I get that a lot," she smirks faintly down to Josh's unconscious face, rueful. "Don't worry...uhm, guy. ...They're probably coming soon. You might want to head out - it'll get crowded in a minute."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A sigh to Nathaniel. "We shall discuss this later." she states. "You need to go to class no?" she says

Aerin Thomas: He takes Ethan's hand, eyes hitting the floor. He seems to be addressing the unconscious man, though his words are for Ashlyn. "Tell him I'm sorry. For everything." He moves to the door, leading Ethan along.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan follows and then, as they hit the door he catches up, curling his arms around Aerin's. "Lets go home, love."

Ashlyn Reale: "Jesus, you're a popular one," she mutters to Joshua, lifting the towel and turning it over to the cool side on his forehead.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She let's Nathan hug her.

And a siren can be heard comming close to the cafe. Morgane winces highly oh my god that sound was going to make her deaf.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hugs her against him again in a shoulder hug. "Yeah, but you remember what I said, okay? Don't do anythin', don't say anythin', if it comes up I caused it. You fixin' to get married 'n all, I can deal with the shit. I had worse, believe me, hun. They want some of my ass for this, they can have it. You were just here... understand... please?" He kisses her cheek, making sure she gets to where she needs to go, even if he is late to his classes. They don't mean what she means to him, even if he can never be with her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((To note Morgane and Nathan are about 25 feet away from the cafe in the opposite direction of the sirens.))

Aerin Thomas: He steps out the door, looking left, then right as he hears the sirens. Shit. He turns and heads on, crossing the street with Ethan and taking off. ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *Hugs*))

Ashlyn Reale: (( *snug* Was a pleasure! ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Thanks too for the scene, even if it again didn't go as expected! *HUGS*)

Morgane Kristanovitch: She smiles softly to Nathan. "Allright" she finally conce4eds, weather or not this is just to appease him or not is another thing, her determination can be fierce when she set's her mind to something. She allows Nathan to take her back to the apartment, as she think she needs to lay down.

Ashlyn Reale: The sirens blare closer. Never a comfort, often a background sound. She waits, tucking her phone back into her pocket, now along with her gloves. She doesn't think yet to call Tony or Reyna.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He takes her then to the apartment, not seeming to hurry, and whenever she is settles he will go to his classes and accept the all but cursing from the chef left waiting. He seems to be apologetic to him, but he doesn't care, he did what he had to. If his ass is now in the sling over this, so be it.