Ethan Anderson: Blond hair tangled around his face, blanket up to his chin, remote resting on his stomach and one arm outflung, Ethan lays on his back on the couch. His eyes are heavy lidded, sleep not far off despite "Bruce All Mighty" playing on the television. His back ached, his nose was vaguely stuffy and his eyes just slightly puffy...Not a good way to start the day.

Aerin Thomas: The door to the apartment opens quietly, the man slipping inside and shutting it behind him. He eases the trench coat off, hanging it up, and brushes at the white dress shirt. He looks around the apartment, eyes gravitating straight to the couch, where he figures Ethan probably passed out.

Ethan Anderson: He doesn't hear the door open as his eyes flutter closed, pale lashes bright against his tanned cheeks. He sighs softly, outflung hand twitching.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles...he does know his kin pretty well. He makes gentle steps across the apartment, slipping the shoulder holster off and setting it gently on the single chair. He moves to lean over the couch, reaching down to brush Ethan's cheek lightly.

Ethan Anderson: "Mmnhm?" He turns his head into the other's fingers, eyes opening slowly as a small smile touches his lips. "Aerin?"

Aerin Thomas: "Hey." He smiles a little bit to Ethan, moving to sit on the edge of the couch. "Good morning."

Ethan Anderson: He shifts to his side to give Aerin room and presses his face against the man's side. "Hmn...You came back into town?" He blinks. "Duh...You're here...Morning."

Aerin Thomas: "You're a sharp one in the morning, aren't ya?" He grins a little, teasingly, reaching out to brush Ethan's hair away from his face. "I've slept on this couch. There is no way that your back isn't punishing you right now..."

Ethan Anderson: He shrugs. "Easier to sleep here then in there by myself," he murmurs, rubbing sleep from his eyes before stretching carefully with a low, pained groan. "Oh man..."

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little. "Welcome to my world, hon. And people wonder why I'm always popping my back..."

Ethan Anderson: He sits up, sliding out from behind Aerin, shoulders rolling as the blanket slips to his hips. He blushes slightly, curling it around behind him to hide the curve of his backside, feeling a little shy this morning. "I'm s-surprised you came back out."

Aerin Thomas: He shrugs a little bit. "Stuff to do today. Couldn't stay. Besudes, I wanted to see you."

Ethan Anderson: He smiles softly at that and glances over his shoulder at Aerin, hand rising to tuck his tangled hair behind his ear. "I'm not complaining..."

Aerin Thomas: "Well, good...I'm glad you're not." He grins a little bit, watching the other. "I'd start wondering if you did..."

Ethan Anderson: He blushes and stands, tucking the blanket around his hips, almost too low to do any real good. "So...What's on our agenda today, love?"

Aerin Thomas: "Well...I figured I'd stop by Wyld Nights, see if they could use a Child of Gaia with a really bad reputation to bounce. Besides that, I have to try and deal with a situation that's come up...something minor, but still important."

Ethan Anderson: "And you're not going to tell me what the situation is," he asks, hiking up the blanket as he moves to settle in Aerin's lap.

Aerin Thomas: "I'd rather not at this point." He shakes his head. "It doesn't have to do with us, or Ita, or the plan. Something different, I promise. Don't worry about it."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and kisses Aerin's throat softly. "Okay. No worrying. Promise," he murmurs, giving the other's neck another soft kiss, followed by a strong, sucking nibble.

Aerin Thomas: "Mmmmm...." His head tilts dutifully, baring his neck to the kin. "Good...no worrying is a good thing."

Ethan Anderson: "I should shower,' he says, chuckling. "And then we can go out for a bit? Get breakfast?"

Aerin Thomas: "Sure." He nods a little bit, smiling gently. "That sounds like a plan."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan smiles and stands, hand stroking along Aerin's cheek before he bends to kiss the man's forehead. "I love you."

Aerin Thomas: He closes his eyes at the kiss, breathing in deeply. "I love you, too." He looks up to Ethan and smiles. "Go on. Shower, you."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and drops the blanket almost teasingly, before streaking towards the bathroom to shower. Twenty minutes later, he reappears, his wet hair in a thick braid down his back, still naked as the day he was born as he heads for the bedroom.

Aerin Thomas: He's straightened up the couch, turned off the TV and DVD player while he was in the shower. Straightened up a little bit. He sits on the couch, smoking a cigarette as he watches Ethan head by. "Any ideas where to eat?"

Ethan Anderson: "Mnn..." He pauses in the bedroom doorway and leans against the frame. He scratches himself idly and then blushes, dropping his eyes. "Uh...I don't know. ITs sunday and post church I think so everything's gonna be busy."

Aerin Thomas: "Well, I don't care where, myself. Whatever works for me." He chuckles a little, leaning forward to ash.

Ethan Anderson: "Guess we'll just have to walk around a bit and pick somewhere then." He smiles. "Y'know...I'm standing here, all tauntingly n-n-naked and you're just sitting there. Calmly smoking."

Aerin Thomas: He raises an eyebrow, grinning. "I'm practicing this new thing I hear all the cool kids are trying. It's called self-control. After all, we do want to get out and eat sometime today, right?"

Ethan Anderson: He laughs softly at that and turns, sauntering into the bedroom to get dressed. "I b-b-bet I've just worn you out!"

Aerin Thomas: "Hardly," he says with a grin.

Ethan Anderson: "You're b-bored!" He says something else but its muffled as he tugs on a shirt.

Aerin Thomas: "Sorry, didn't quite catch that last part?"

Ethan Anderson: "An your butt hurts," he says, laughing, almost giggling.

Aerin Thomas: "No, and no." He chuckles a little. "Nice thing, having uber-regenerative powers..." A waggle of eyebrows.

Ethan Anderson: "You're waggling your eyebrows aren't you," he calls, popping his head out the door as he struggled into a rather tight pair of jeans.

Aerin Thomas: "Ooh, you know me so well..." He leans back, smirking.

Ethan Anderson: He smiles softly at that, flicking back his braid with a toss of his head as he steps into the livingroom, tugging the sweater into place over his hips. "We know each other."

Aerin Thomas: "Point." He stands up and straightens his clothes, popping his neck to either side. "And I'm glad I know you."

Ethan Anderson: He grins and steps up to Aerin, fingers smoothing his shirt with a sigh before slipping under it and up along his back. "Me too. I'm a g-g-g-ood guy to know."

Aerin Thomas: "So I understand," he says with a chuckle. "C'mon...let's go. Food is calling our name."

Ethan Anderson: He tips his head as if listening. "Yeah. It is..." He pulls back with a grin and heads for the door.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and follows behind, grabbing the holster and slipping it on, then the trench coat.

DT RESTAURANT

Surly: *stalks into the cafe and chooses a seat for herself. today's attire a long royal blue skirt overlaid by black lace, and a military-cut bolero in bluegrey trimmed with royal blue*

Surly: *gruffly orders a cup of tea, a bran muffin, and an egg white omelet. tomatoes, spinach, and chopped ham*

Jim Franklin: *He walks in, and past the dingling bell. Outside, on his own? How odd! He moves for the counter, to get himself a cup of hot cocoa. Live a little...*

Surly: *glances over as the bell jingles. eyebrow arches. a faint smirk.* Jim. *raising her voice slightly*

Jim Franklin: *He looks over his shoulder. Oh... the scary woman.* D..did Jez get you b...back your armour?

Surly: *shakes her head* not yet. *arches a jet brow* got the measurements you need off it already?

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* I can w...work with it. The m...materials are f...familiar to me. *He smiles.* He c...can take it back to you now, I th...thought I t...told him that.

Surly: *a slow blink* when did you tell him that? sit down. *smirks* i'd rather bite my breakfast than you.

Jim Franklin: *He takes the cup, and sits down.* The n...night we pl...planned. Or I m...meant to. Maybe I didn't. I'm sorry, I might have forgotten.

Surly: *shrugs* i'd expected it to take a week or better. i'll tell him next time i see him at FD. i've been thinking about what to do about you. *gives him an evil sort of grin. taking her tea and sipping it*

Jim Franklin: *His eyes widen, and he clears his throat.* The bl...blueprints are coming along very sm...smoothly. I have quite the id...idea.

Surly: *smirks at him. even she can sometimes recognize a change of convo gambit* what ideas?

Jim Franklin: Well, the rings, unfortunately, leave a weakness under the armpits, and if there's even a small chink in the armour... Something thin, and workable. Yet defensive. Not kevlar.

Surly: *nods, grimacing* yeah, i know. some fighting i can do and keep my arms down, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Aerin Thomas: ((Just to check...open?))

Surly: ((sure. *G*))

Jim Franklin: I w...was thinking something flexible. I can w...work on it m...more in my shop, but the s...sizing is perfect. I'm th...thinking something that folds and moves w...with you. For m...metal, it might be a bit difficult, but I believe I have the solution to the problem, with Jez's help.

Surly: *nods, giving him a shrug* tech stuff, i don't know anything about. i'll leave that to you guys. what i need is something strong, tough, fairly light, and flexible. the chainmail's not bad, all in all, but it's not perfect. *smirks* then again, nothing's perfect.

Jim Franklin: *He nods at that.* No... but I can get it as cl...close as humanly possible. And if it's not perfect, you won't be able to tell the difference between it and perfection.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan tugs open the door with a slight grin, heading in ahead of Aerin, all warm and cozy in his fuzzy black sweater and way too tight jeans.

Jim Franklin: d10: per+alert: 6,6,8,2,5,4,6,

Jim Franklin: *The two do not go unnoticed. Almost a paranoid level of noticing. But they're not scary. Ooh... no, back to Surly. Stare at the Surly. The woman who if you turn your back for too long she might EAT you. NOT the tight pants.*

Surly: *nods, giving him an actual grin.* i like the sound of that. *head turns at the bell jingles. eyes Ethan dubiously. smirks to Aerin* now. about you. what sorts of foods do you eat? i'm thinking trying to mold you into a fighter would be a waste of my time and yours, so that means we need to explore other options.

Jim Franklin: Well, I have allergies, *he says.* I can only eat... m...mostly natural foods, without added ar...artifical colors and fl...flavors. As long as I d...don't have an excess.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 4,2,9,9,8,4,

Aerin Thomas: He follows Ethan inside, running a hand through loose hari as he does so. The man's dressed in his professional look, the white button-down shirt and black slacks underneath the older trench coat, the one with the relatively-new bullet-sized holes in the back. He follows behind Ethan, looking around briefly. Surly and Jim are noted...Surly gets a nod, before he follows Ethan along.

Ethan Anderson : He pauses a few steps in, waiting for his paranoid one, smiling, fingers drawing the long blond braid over his shoulder to toy with it.

Ethan Anderson : (DLP!)

Ethan Anderson : Ethan reaches back and catches at Aerin's hand, tugging him towards a table, his eyes flicking curiously to Jim..>Definitely noticing him before they flick up to Aerin.

Surly: *nods. seeming faintly pleased* that's good to know. on a typical day, what do you eat and roughly how much? get specific, all right? *reaches into her jacket, flashing what he's undoubtedly not interested in, for a tiny notebook and pen*

Surly: *smirks at Aerin and gives him a brief version of her usual wave*

Aerin Thomas: He looks down to Ethan, brow raising slightly before he moves to the table and grabbing a menu off of it.

Ethan Anderson : "He's cute." He grins slightly, blushing. "I'm taken and monogomous not dead," he murmurs, sliding into the booth.

Jim Franklin: *He pauses.* F...for breakfast, I usually have a bowl of c...cereal, or oatmeal unless I h...have guests over. In wh...which case I make scr...scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast with nonfat butter. *He ponders.* For l...lunch, I usually h...have a salad, with all natural in...ingredients, and l...low fat italian dressing. Dinner varies.

Aerin Thomas: "What? I didn't say anything..." He grins a little bit, casting a mock innocent look to Ethan as he looks over the menu.

Ethan Anderson : "N-no you just all arched your brow at me." He chuckles and opens his menu before plopping suddenly bare feet in Aerin's lap.

Surly: *nods, pursing her lips* so you keep to a fairly well-balanced diet. you might want to add a bit more protein to it, but not much. now, for pyshical excercise--how bad is your asthma? it'd be better if we can work out a few simple tricks for you to get someone off your ass, although i'm not sure about trying to get you to run away from them.

Aerin Thomas: "And that, my dear, could mean many...MANY things." He reaches down with his hands to rub at Ethan's feet, eyes looking over the open menu on the table.

Jim Franklin: I can m...make myself... less obvious, *he says slowly, quietly.* I can h...hide.

Ethan Anderson : "Well...what did it mean? Were you agreeing," he asks, wriggling his toes in bliss as he eyes the menu. "Why does everything have to have meat?"

Surly: *nods* good call. you had a case or somethign with you lasttime we met. laptop? *arches a brow at him*

Aerin Thomas: "Because it's what people buy," he says with a shrug. "Supply and demand. I think they have a few vegetarian dishes..."

Surly: ((*G* he can always order a manke-your-own omelette.))

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* I usually br...bring my c...computer with me. It's h...how I k...keep all my f...files stored.

Ethan Anderson : He shakes his head with a sigh. "Some meat is okay," she murmurs, glancing at Aerin from beneath his lashes. "Eh. Pancakes I think. With strawberries."

Ethan Anderson : ((Puts the proper pronoun where it goes))

Surly: i'd advise a disguise for it, too. well-padded case, with something on the outside. like a gym bag, although i don'tknow how that would look with the rest of you. *consdiers* maybe a cloth grocery bag. get some stuff, like a couple of nukeable meals, and save the boxes to use as camoflage. or some bags of chips--open and empty from the bottom, and refill with styrofoam peanuts, then just tape the bottoms shut. make sure the packages are for nasty-tasting shit, and you might want to keep a few small snacks in there for cover.

Aerin Thomas: "Sounds like a plan." He nods, looking over the breakfasts...and quickly moving to lunches. "I'm thinking the chicken stir-fry, myself."

Ethan Anderson : He pouts as the sexual innuendo goes right over Aerin's head...and he'd been trying so hard too! "Stir-fry never tastes right at non chinese restaurants."

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* But... why?

Aerin Thomas: Hey, the man can't catch every innuendo thrown his way. How many hands you think he has? "I dunno...I've had some decent ones. Not authentic, but still good."

Ethan Anderson : He nods and glances curiously over at Surly and Jim. He shifts his feet a bit in Aerin's lap, doing things he probably shouldn't before dropping them to the floor and sliding them back into his shoes.

Surly: so that there's fewer chances someone'll realize it's a laptop and try to mug you for it. i'd also suggest some pepperspray if that's legal in this city. if it's not, get somesample-sized hairsprays. fuck 'em if people think that's too girly. hairspray in the eyes causes a great deal of pain, and enough pain, particularly unexpected, will give you a chance to put distance between yourself and whoever's giving you shit.

Jim Franklin: *He bites his bottom lip.* Okay. Pepper spray. Hairspray.

Aerin Thomas: Well, watch the man stiffen a little, taking a deep breath. He throws Ethan a look, grinning underneath it, and shakes his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself, reaching up and shutting the menu.

Ethan Anderson : "What?" He blinks innocently. "Th-there you go not saying what's on your mind."

Aerin Thomas: "Nothing." He shakes his head. "I was just...going to say that you're incorrigable." He looks up and smiles to Ethan.

Ethan Anderson : "That's all your fault," he retorts, sipping his water.

Surly: *nods* yeah. check on the legality of the pepperspray, first. or, if you get mugged, and the guy gets busted, he can countersue you, maybe even get the charges dropped on himself. and you could go to jail yourself. now, i'm going to need you in my classroom for a lesson in where to try and grab someone, and how, if you get grabbed. *smirks* don't worry--it's not a real fighting lesson. i'll have to grab someone to show you the moves, then you'll be demonstrating them. *another grin* i promise, no beating up on you.

Jim Franklin: *He frowns, perhaps a little confused.* Why... are you helping me?

Surly: *shrugs* you're helping me. *points out* and you're a challenge. the students i get, at worst, tend to just be a little overweight. they don't have the medical issues you do.

Jim Franklin: *He nods, and lowers his head.* When, then? I c...could learn... a l...little bit more, I th...think.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I know." He chuckles a little, easing slightly. "Glad to do it."

Ethan Anderson : He makes a face and then blushes a nice rich red, sipping at his water.

Surly: *shrugs* whenever's good for you and fits in with my class schedule. in fact, here. *rips off a piece of paper and jots down her rough schedule, and numbers--cell and work*

Jim Franklin: *He looks over it.* I ... did I g...give you my n...number?

Surly: *shakes her head, pushing notebook, paper, and pencil over to him* no, you didn't.

Aerin Thomas: He glances over at Surly and Jim's table briefly, then back. "So, you didn't actually tell me how your visit to Wyld Nights went..."

Ethan Anderson : "It was okay. I kinda doubt I got the job but we'll see. I couldn't s-stop stuttering. The owner's kind of intimidating. And hot. Did I mention hot?"

Jim Franklin: Oh, *he says, and again, the "please don't eat me" look. He quickly scrawls it down in that small, neat handwriting.*

Aerin Thomas: "So I've heard." He nods a little bit. "He's an interesting one, from what little I know."

Ethan Anderson : "Kind of scared about working on the woman's side. He said that there's a uniform...and costumes for the wait staff...for holidays and stuff." He makes a face. "A costume."

Surly: *nods shortly* so, one of us will call the other--soon. *gives him a stern look* and we'll arrange for the whole thing. shouldn't take more than a few sessions for you to get the moves down right, and should be fairly low-stress on your body. i'm not going to try and teach you how to disarm wtihout being grabbed or things like that. frankly, i haven't been able to figure out how to do that without teaching you some real fighting.

Jim Franklin: d10: per+alert: 9,2,1,7,8,5,2,

Jim Franklin: *Thank God he can barely hear what's going on at the other table. His focus remains on Surly.* He nods.* I... thank you, *he says softly.* I'll tr...try.

Aerin Thomas: "Costume?" He raises an eyebrow. "Hon...if you don't want to work there, there are other options, you know."

Ethan Anderson : "His example was a loincloth and beads for Thanksgiving." He blinks, blue eyes wide. "Like I said, honey, I doubt I got the job."

Surly: *nods* all i ask of any student is that you try your best. *smirks faintly* reputation and attitude notwithstanding, i'm NOT all about teaching via pounding people into mush until they start figuring out how to stop me. *a short chuckle*

Jim Franklin: *He nods, and smiles.* All r...right. I j...just hope you d...don't pound ME into mush, Miss Surly, *he says with a sincere nod.* I sh...should go. I h...have a bit more w...work to do on the armour. I c...can start melding today, I th...think.

Surly: *nods* cool deal. *smirks* and i doubt i'll end up needing to pound you. don't die out there.

Jim Franklin: I will s...see you one of these days then. *He offers a smile.* Pepper spray. Or h...hairspray. And a disguised case. I will remember.

Jim Franklin: I won't, *he says sincerely, and slips out of the cafe, the little cheerful jingle announcing his departure.*

Aerin Thomas: "Loincloth and beads." He blinks a couple times, then grins suddenly. "Do you get to take the costumes home?" A teasing look directed to Ethan.

Ethan Anderson : "Hm...Doubt it. But I b-bet I could make one for home."

Surly: *nods, watching him go. settles back, and shortly, her breakfast arrives, and with it, more tea as an apology for it taking so long. she begins to eat, stolidly, glancing at Aerin and his companion from time to time*

Aerin Thomas: "Probably," he says with a chuckle. "I was just thinking, you know, if they were pre-made..." He winks to the other at his table.

Ethan Anderson : "You are so bad," he whispers, cheeks on fire as he busies himself with his water glass.

Aerin Thomas: "I try." A little smirk, before he glances over at Surly. Noting that she's alone, he looks back to Ethan. "You mind if someone joins us?"

Tha Phone: Oh, and suprise suprise on the appointed day her phone goes off.

Ethan Anderson : "C-course not." He glances to Surly and offers a smile before glancing back up to Aerin.

Surly: *smirks back to Ethan. then blinks as her breast begins to beep at her. shrugs and answers the phone* Surly. what?

Aerin Thomas: He opens his mouth to invite Surly over, then falls quiet as her phone rings. He shrugs, giving her a minute.

Ethan Anderson : "Oh. Any idea when Joe's gonna give me back my phone?"

Surly: *an eyebrow arches* oh? what is it? or am i going to have to abandon my meal and come find out?

Nathaniel Dikastis: Off until later tonight, and couldn't care less about the game, he wanders around the city checking out the sights, moving to a neighborhood cafe thinking of grabbing a bite to eat.

Aerin Thomas: "No clue. I talked with him a couple days ago...I'll try to get it back from him."

Samantha Stomps: *Stomps on in.*

Ethan Anderson : "I th-think he's afraid I'm gonna try and call Adrian." He makes a face, shivering slightly.

Samantha Stomps: The girl is a head turner, make no doubt about it. Not because she's beautiful, but because she's radical. An amazon of a woman she has the build of a weight lifter. Her mohawk is puple with flaming tips and she's pierced in places most people couldn't imagine. Her tongue is split like a serpents, rows of barbells replace her eyebrows above mud brown eyes with no lashes to speak of. Her teeth are big, her jaw square and her clothing sports almost as much chrome as her beloved motorcycle, Baby.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*Is now blind*)

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I know." He sighs a little. "Don't worry, I'll talk to him about it."

Surly: *the other eyebrow joins the first. really? that's what we need to know, all right. you at home or meet you somewhere? i may try to bring a familiar face along, since he's here.

Samantha Stomps: ((Sorry *L* All my other favorite colors are in use.))

Ethan Anderson : ((I'll change...You can take the blue if you like!))

Ethan Anderson : He smiles and squirms up onto his knees, leaning across the table to kiss Aerin on the lips. "Thank you!"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Got a headache so if you want this one, just ask, I'll gladly switch to another! lol)

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and leans forward, into the kiss. "Your welcome."

Samantha Stomps: (Better?) *Pounds her fist on the counter to get the girl's attention.* "Hey! You wanna quit swappin' spit back there with the dish boy and get me a mocha?!"

Samantha Stomps: ((You can keep your blue Ethan, I'll be nice and tone it down. *c*))

Ethan Anderson : He flinches, almost knocking noses with Aerin at Samantha's loud pounding and voice. "oh my..."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He moves into the cafe, glancing around the room before finding an empty table.

Surly: all right. there in a few. *and she hangs up. rises, tossing her money on the table and wrapping the muffin in a napkin. at least the omlette was almost finished. strides to Aerin's table*

Samantha Stomps: d10: per + alert: 8,9,3,7,3,1,

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert: 1,6,3,2,1,7,

Samantha Stomps: Narrows her eyes and peers around the cafe. She thought she heard the squeak of a mouse.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 1,5,4,1,4,6,

Nathaniel Dikastis: And sure enough, someone walks past him and he doesn't notice Aerin and Ethan at the moment as he sits down, grabbing up a menu. (anyone need a DD?)

Aerin Thomas: ((SO not the day for Alertness, it seems)) Samantha, Surly, and Nathaniel are not noted. He looks at Ethan, blinking. "Hmm?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (And watches as the dice roller beats them all to death)

Ethan Anderson : "Nothing. Just got startled by a noise." He grins and licks the tip of Aerin's nose before settling back down in his seat.

Aerin Thomas: "Ahh." He grins a little, and looks back to his menu.

Surly: *grimaces at the licking andleans onto Aerin's table with both hands* yo, Aerin. got a call from a certain photographer we both know. he's got soemthing interesting to show me. wanna come play, too?

Samantha Stomps: ((I see the dicebot is cranky today. *c*)) Bares her teeth at the counter girl. "More whipped cream, tittie rack. If it ain't cumming I don't want it."

Samantha Stomps: Pays cash, as the girl finally hands over her mocha, turns a jaundiced eye to the room and stomps back out the door.

Alice Newcomb: *Gives the barbarian at the gate a wide berth as she steps inside with Snyde.*

Alice Newcomb: She arrives in ratty levis, artfully ripped in all the right places, black boots, a studded belt and collar, with a chain dangling from her hip to her back pocket. A Testament tee shirt with a picture of a demon and angel embracing. Over it all is a long, black leather duster. Her short hair is blood red with yellow streaks, and she's wearing heavy black liner around her eyes, lips a ruby red. Not very many people would recognize her.

Snyde: *Snyde looks back at Samantha and shakes his head a bit* "So you with the rich father are paying right?"

Ethan Anderson : d10: per alert: 2,4,2,2,8,4,

Ethan Anderson : Surly is just a little distracting and Ethan is too puzzled to note the new entrants as he flicks his eyes from Aerin to the half naked woman and back.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Surly, blinking. "Hmm? Photographer?" Eyes widen. "Oh, shit. Yeah. Ummm..." He looks back to Ethan.

Alice Newcomb: "Yeah, yeah," she says grumpily, her head pounding after last night's 'lesson'. "You know, my parents being rich doesn't mean I'm rich." It's like being out with Adrian.

Surly: ((*L* heh. her breasts are ~mostly~ covered today...military-cut bolero.))

Surly: yeah, CB. *smirks to him lightly*

Ethan Anderson : He sighs. "Go on. I'll be fine," he says softly.

Alice Newcomb: d10: per + alert: 2,6,9,5,2,4,2,

Snyde: *He smiles as he goes and sits down at a table* "Hmm maybe I should just order the most expensive thing on the menu"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Sorry, had a phone call)

Alice Newcomb: "Maybe you could wash dishes to pay for it too. Or wear it." Smirks as she sits down, spying Aerin and giving him a wave.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He orders a cheeseburger, fries and a large DP, then sits back and sighs, running a hand through his hair, the curls flopping back over his eye a moment later.

Snyde: *Snyde gives out a bit of a laugh* "But it looked so good on you last time" *he says with a smile* "Anyway I think ill just have a burger and a coke"

Aerin Thomas: He looks between Ethan and Surly, sighing a little bit. Then, he sees Alice, and his attention is drawn in yet another direction.

Alice Newcomb: "Looked good on you too," she grumbles, holding her head. "What's good for a hangover?"

Snyde: *He laughs* "Coffee black and water"

Ethan Anderson : "Give him a minute," he says to Surly, smiling slightly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gets up, moving to the bathroom while waiting on his order.

Surly: *smirks lightly* you're busy. i'll call you later, tell you how it goes. sound fair? *follows Aerin's look...and scowls, looking suddenly ready to bite the head of something. or someone*

Alice Newcomb: Elbows Snyde. "S'not funny. How come your damned lesson didn't include not vomiting and having a hangover in the morning?"

Snyde: *He smiles* "I feel fine, and thats the truth black coffee and water"

Aerin Thomas: "Hmmm?" He looks back to Surly. "Ummm...yeah, sure. Be careful." Why Aerin would let Surly leave alone to a potentially dangerous meeting is anyone's guess. He must have his reasons, though. Maybe he's distracted by something.

Snyde: "Or more whiskey" *he adds with a smile*

Ethan Anderson : Ethan reaches out and gently strokes the back of Aerin's hand before following his eyes to Alice. "Oooh..."

Surly: *smirks at the man, shaking her head* don't get too distracted. *a harsh chuckle, and she heads for the door. scowling darkly*

Alice Newcomb: "I'm gonna order poached eggs just so I have something to barf on you, if you mention whiskey again."

Snyde: *He laughs* "Do I feel some animosity here?"

Alice Newcomb: When the waitress walks up, she orders just that, with toast, black coffee and water, no ice, lettin Snyde put in his own request.

Aerin Thomas: "Sure thing." He gives Surly a distracted nod. Wierd, huh? Quite out of character for him. He looks to Ethan. "Oooh, what?"

Snyde: *He smiles at the waitress and orders a burger and fries with a coke*

Alice Newcomb: "Keep it up and you'll be wearing some animosity," she grumps.

Ethan Anderson : "Alice," he says softly. "You're all distracted hon. What's up?"

Aerin Thomas: "Ahh, yeah." He nods a little bit. "I don't know. Just...got spacey for a minute."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He walks back towards his table from the restroom, taking another look around the room.

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

Nathaniel Dikastis: The only ones he recognizes are Aern and Ethan, and he nods to the two men as he moves to sit back down, waiting for his order.

Ethan Anderson : "You? Spacey?" He flashes Aerin a small grin, his voice very clearly teasing.

Snyde: *He smirks a bit before pulling a pair of dark sunglasses out of his inside pocket and sliding them over to her* "Wear these they should help with the light"

Ethan Anderson : He waves slighty to Nathaniel, offering him a little smile, unsure of where he knows the other from.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Ethan and smirks a little bit, shaking his head. He glances Nathaniel's way and offers him a nod.

Alice Newcomb: Takes the sunglasses and puts them on. Oh, that is better. "You think it's safe for me to go back to my apartment?"

Snyde: *he shrugs* "Im not sure, but if you want to ill go with you"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,4,5,2,2,4,

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't quite make out what Alice said, just that she said something. He sighs and leans back in the booth.

Alice Newcomb: "What? You gonna live there?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He finally gets his order, opens the bun of his burger, and generously adds ketchup and musturd to it.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (mustard)

Snyde: *he shakes his head* "No and honestly if I were you I would move"

Ethan Anderson : Ethan settles back, into the corner of his side, eyes on Aerin, warm and concerned. "What is going on inside your head, hon?"

Aerin Thomas: "Too much to cover in oh, the next three months or so, if I started right now and didn't get any sleep." He looks back up to Alice and Snyde, watching them closely now. "Or maybe nothing. I'm not sure. Kind of hard to tell, sometimes."

Snyde: d10: Per+alert: 5,9,3,5,6,6,

Alice Newcomb: Nods, then wishes she hadn't, and sips her coffee. "Wanna help me pack?"

Ethan Anderson : "G-gotcha," he says softly, tongue flicking over his lips.

Snyde: *Snyde looks over at Aerin befroe turning back to Alice* "Why is he watching us?" *he says softly to her*

Snyde: *he nods* "yea I can do that Alice"

Alice Newcomb: Looks towards the other table. "That's Aerin. Maybe he thinks I'm a shithead for not coming over and saying hi." Slides out of her seat, wincing when the legs of the chair screeee on the linoleum.

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't bother to look away when Snyde notices him. A slight quirk of lips.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy: 1,5,2,5,9,1,6,

Ethan Anderson : Ethan watches Alice quietly, one hand sliding out to rest lightly over Aerin's.

Alice Newcomb: "Come on, I'll introduce you." And she heads over to Aerin's table.

Aerin Thomas: He brushes his thumb over Ethan's hand, his gaze not moving.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He finishes his meal, glad to see someone else have to pick up the dishes for once, then wanders out of the cafe, a little nod towards Aerin and Ethan. (See you all laters)

Snyde: *Snyde gets up and follows Alice over to Aerins table*

Aerin Thomas: He watches the duo closely as they approach, his expression calm.

Alice Newcomb: ((Later Nate)) "Hi Aerin. Ethan." Jerks a thumb at her companion. "This is Snyde. So... everything cool?"

Ethan Anderson : "H-hi, Alice," he stammers softly before flicking his eyes up to Snyde.

Aerin Thomas: ((*Hugs a Nate-P*))

Aerin Thomas: "Alice...what about 'Go to a hotel. Check into it. Stay there.' was unclear?"

Snyde: *Snyde stands there watching Aerin*

Snyde: "hey ya im going to run to the restroom for a minute" *he says before moveing off to the restroom* (BRB)

Alice Newcomb: Blinks when he reprimands her. What the hell? Does everyone think they're her parents? Frowns. "I did. But I had..." And she glances at Snyde then looks back at Aerin. "...business." She looks thrashed. "Can I sit down?"

Aerin Thomas: His eyes flick over to Snyde as he leaves, then back to Alice.

Alice Newcomb: She's looking fairly thrashed.

Aerin Thomas: "How did your business involve getting drunk?" He raises an eyebrow, and gestures to take a seat. "If you wanted booze, I could have brought it to you."

Ethan Anderson : Ethan just shakes his head slightly. When Aerin said to do something, you did it...End of story. He sips his water.

Alice Newcomb: Settles into a chair and props her elbows on the table, resing her forehead against her palms. "I didn't want... Snyde..." Oh gawd, there's just no explaining some things.

Alice Newcomb: (resting)

Aerin Thomas: "Alice...there's a lot of people's lives potentially on the line here. Including yours. And mine." He frowns. "I said I'll help you, and I will. Gladly. But realize that I'm taking quite the risk by doing it. Which means that when I help, I expect that my instructions will be followed. I understand if you didn't want your associate to know anything was up, but there's better ways to go about it then going out and getting drunk when you're in danger. Agreed?"

Ethan Anderson : His eyes flick to Aerin, watching him from beneath pale lashes, awed and curious...a little wary.

Alice Newcomb: She probably wasn't in any danger with the killer at her side, but there's just no way to explain that, so she just lowers her hands and nods. "We talked to 'em last night and smoothed things over."

Aerin Thomas: His eyes bulge. "You...you WHAT??" He's unable to speak for a moment.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan's eyes go wide and flick to Aerin's face and then to Alice's as he tries to crawl further into his corner.

Alice Newcomb: Flinches when he looks at her like that. "Two of 'em... showed up at the bar, and we settled things. That was the idea, right? Smooth all the ruffled feathers?" She can't help but wonder if he knows they're monsters with the look he's giving her.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Rage: 5,5,7,3,

Aerin Thomas: He's practically choking. "You...you fucking TALKED to Spitfire and Teri? You...you fucking..." He blinks twice, teeth gritting. "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED??" Yes. It's about that loud.

Alice Newcomb: (Oh, that is not good. *L*)

Aerin Thomas: ((All praise being ONE success short. *G*))

Ethan Anderson : Ethan bites his lip, sliding his hand slowly away from Aerin's as he tries to make himself as small as possible in the booth, his eyes never leaving the Garou.

Aerin Thomas: His hands grip the table tightly, white-knuckled. Posture tense, nearly shaking.

Alice Newcomb: Scoots her chair back so she's out of reaching across the table and pummeling the idiot-girl range. "Teri and Fel showed up, what was I supposed ta do when they apologized? Piss 'em off more? I had Snyde with me."

Aerin Thomas: "They're going to KILL you, Alice! They're fucking LIARS!" He rises from his booth to a stand, glaring down at her. "That's what they DO! They take FUCKING RETARDS like you and kill them. Why? BECAUSE THEY CAN! When they come in sight, you MOTHER...FUCKING...RUN!!!"

Ethan Anderson : "Alice, don't move," Ethan says softly. "Don't argue. Just listen..."

Alice Newcomb: She'd kind of like to run right now, actually. Instead she cringes in her chair as Aerin rants and rails at her. Snyde said they were telling the truth, but then again, she can't explain that either.

Alice Newcomb: Her eyes flicker to Ethan, who is giving some very strange advice, then back up to Aerin.

Ethan Anderson : He slides slowly out of the booth. "Just stay still and calm, Alice, okay," he murmurs as he moves towards Aerin's side.

Alice Newcomb: Right. Still and calm, nevermind her heart is racing and Mr. Needs Anger Management Therapy looks ready to rain a world of hurt down on her.

Aerin Thomas: "Or, even better, they'll ENSLAVE you! And just IMAGINE what kind of fun they'll have then! MAYBE they'll let you live." His jaw pulses, lip curled. "More then likely, they were trying to use you to get to your cousin, who ran away from them. And if he HASN'T checked in by today at the very least, they'll know something's up! You're a danger to them, and they'll fucking kill you without a moment's fucking thought! Next time you see them, Alice, you FUCKING HIDE, and you call me. And I'll deal with it. For your sake, and for your cousin's sake, DO IT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME???"

Alice Newcomb: And of course her body guard is out taking a wizz. She's growing more and more certain that Snyde and Adrian are twins separated at birth. Adrian always managed to be elsewhere when the shit hit the fan too.

Ethan Anderson : He slides his hand gently down Aerin's back. "Aerin...Calm down...Please, baby..."

Aerin Thomas: He shows no reaction to Ethan's soothing immediately, starting a hole directly through Alice's eyes.

Aerin Thomas: ((starting = staring. Not like he has a hand drill or anything...))

Alice Newcomb: Enslave her? What the hell is he talking about? An icy chill runs up her spine as she remembers something Adrian said about vampires. You're either their slave or their food. Could they be? Nods rapidly at Aerin.

Ethan Anderson : "Baby," Ethan murmurs, voice soft and low as his hand slips around to rest over the other's heart, his body molding itself to his side. "Calm down...Please...This isn't the place."

Aerin Thomas: When she nods, he snorts, turning away abruptly and stalking out of the cafe. "No one else dies on my fucking watch," he growls, slamming the doors open and stalking off down the street.

Aerin Thomas: Pulling away from Ethan as he does so.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan sags, sinking into the booth with a soft whimper. He flicks wide, liquid blue eyes to Alice.

Alice Newcomb: Lets out a long slow breath when he storms out, her 'nice guy' vision of him slighty tarnished. Christ, for a minute there she thought he was gonna pull a Homer Simpson and choke her like she was Bart.

Alice Newcomb: Blinks at Ethan, not sure what to say.

Ethan Anderson : "Please go back to the hotel...He put you there for a reason. You'll be safe there," he says softly.

Aerin Thomas: ((Gone. *Hugs* Will be on DT streets, if anyone follows, not that I expect anyone to. Poor Alice. *G*))

Alice Newcomb: ((*L* Alice isn't gonna follow him!))

DOWNTOWN STREETS

Aerin Thomas: Slamming his way out of the cafe, he stalks down the street, his body tense, teeth gritted. How fucking stupid do you have to be? He shakes his head, making his way down the block. He's not moving to the side...people are getting out of his way, or getting run over. With his Rage so close, it's probably not a problem.

Aerin Thomas: He stops at the end of the block, looking left and then right, across the street, and scowls as he realizes...Ethan. Goddess dammit. He yanks his cigarettes out of his pocket and pulls one, putting it in his mouth and raising a lighter to his lips. It's about now that he realizes how much his hand is shaking, as he has to focus and hold his hand steady to get the cigarette lit.

Aerin Thomas: I talked to the vampires! The blood-sucking fiends apologized to me, and of course I belive anything nasty enough to beat the shit out of my serial killer cousin-slash-bodyguard! He shakes his head in furious disbelief, tkaing a deep drag of cigarette smoke, exhaling it through his nose in angry twin darts.

Aerin Thomas: He paces back and forth, sneering. Stupid... fucking... why? Why does he have to be the person to want to save everyone? His thoughts go back to a recent conversation, about him and his happiness. He shakes his head, taking another drag of smoke.

Aerin Thomas: He keeps his eyes on the cafe as he smokes. He's not leaving Ethan alone. Not with that retard and her boyfriend.

Ethan Anderson: The kin presses outside, shaking and sidesteps, leaning back against the wall of the building and pressing his hand to his mouth to swallow the low, keening sound.

Snyde: "Hey you" *he yells at Ethan* "Ethan or whatever your name is"

Ethan Anderson: And then more yelling...

Ethan Anderson: d10: wp: 9,4,5,1,

Aerin Thomas: He blinks. Oh, shit. His lips purse, anger fading some, and he starts moving to Ethan with quick steps, quickly turning into a jogging...feeling guilty.

Ethan Anderson: The kin breaks, sob escaping from his throat as he slides down to the cold sidewalk, his braid snagging against the wall.

Aerin Thomas: Eyes narrow as he sees Snyde. He continues his jog, straight toward Ethan. His stance is now protective, watching Snyde as he approaches.

Snyde: *Snyde stares at Ethan and Aerin* "You need to watch who you threaten Ethan, she hasnt done a damn thing to you"

Aerin Thomas: "Get the FUCK away from him!" He moves to interpose himself between Snyde and Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: "Do I l....l-..." He closes his eyes, doubling over his knees. "Do I l-l-l...loook like I could follow through?"

Snyde: *He looks at Aerin* "Im not going to hurt him, I just want him to understand that thats not cool" *he says calmly watching the two of them*

Aerin Thomas: "SHUT. UP." He scowls at Snyde. "You have no clue what's going on, so shut your mouth, turn the FUCK around, and walk the FUCK away."

Snyde: *he shakes his head* "Allright then, next time I wont be civil" *he says as he turns to walk back into the cafe*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan huddles on the ground, sobbing softly, his face craddled against his knees.

Aerin Thomas: "Next time, I'll rip your spine out. And that's a fucking promise." He sneers at Snyde, and turns away from him.

Snyde: "idiot" *he says more to himself, so much anger for such a stupid little dispute he thinks to himself as he pushes the door to the cafe open*

Aerin Thomas: "Keep pushing, fuckstick," he mutters, looking down to Ethan. His anger is quickly fading, not having someone to be mad at in front of him. He drops to a croach, looking at the young man. "Ethan...I'm sorry, hon, I didn't mean to...fuck..." He reaches out and draws the other to him, hugging him.

Ethan Anderson: "J-j-josh," he murmurs, curling his arms around Aerin's neck and clinging to him, his face pressing into the curve between throat and shoulder.

Aerin Thomas: He blinks, frowning. "Josh? What about Josh?"

Ethan Anderson: "In the cafe," he whispers, struggling for breath for a moment. "I bumped into him and I apologized and he went o-off on me because of Ita...because we're breaking her heart...He said I should leave..>he called me selfish it just...It hurt. And its true."

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to the cafe, lip curling. "Is he still in there?"

Ethan Anderson: He nods mutely, his face still pressed to Aerin's neck.

Aerin Thomas: He looks back to Ethan and leans down, forcing himself calm for a moment as he nuzzles the other gently. "Are you okay here for a moment?"

Ethan Anderson: "Not if you're going in there," he says softly. "I'm coming to." He sighs and runs his fingers through Aerin's ponytail, pulling back, his eyes sad...afraid. "I told you I wouldn't leave."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, looking to the door. "All right. I'm just going to talk, okay? No violence. Not this time. This is his last chance."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and wipes at his eyes. "I feel like a f-fool." He sighs. "I love you."

Aerin Thomas: "I love you, too. Ignore whatever he said." He kisses Ethan briefly, then helps him up and heads toward the door. "Stay behind me, all right."

Aerin Thomas: ((Add a ?))

Ethan Anderson: He nods. "Okay." He sets his hand on Aerin's back and follows him inside.

DOWNTOWN CAFE

Snyde: *he pushes the door open and shakes his head a bit before walking over to sit back down with Alice* "You need some new freinds"

Alice Newcomb: "A man after my own heart," she says, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "You got a girlfriend?"

Alice Newcomb: Snyde> "Ya think?"

Joshua Coil: *He nods.* Yeah. Good girl, too. *He smiles at that. Ahh yes, the eternally repressed romantic. He clears his throat. Dammit, ruined a perfectly good pissed off mood.*

Snyde: *He looks at Josh* "hey the names Snyde" *he says as he offers the man his hand*

Joshua Coil: *He takes that hand, no real fear or lack of strength.* Joshua.

Alice Newcomb: Smiles at Josh when he says that.

Alice Newcomb: "I'm Alice." Offers her hand too.

Joshua Coil: *He takes that hand too, and nods, perhaps a bit protective of his throat, the scar across his neck quite prevalent.*

Snyde: "So Joshua, you know those to have alot of anger issues over what is a simple fucking dispute" *he says with a sigh as he pulls his coke down under the table and slips his flask out adding a little somthing extra to it*

Alice Newcomb: She doesn't stare at the scar or anything, just smiles and shakes his hand. In fact, when she drew his portrait way back when, she left the scar out.

Joshua Coil: There is nothing SIMPLE about that fucking dispute, *he says, and drinks his vanilla latte. A scowl forming on his face.*

Alice Newcomb: Kicks a chair out for Josh, as her food FINALLY arrives.

Joshua Coil: *And he sits down. No food ordered on his part. His addiction is being fed.*

Snyde: "well there ws between the one we just had, I told the stuttery one that he shouldnt threaten people and then the other one threatened to rip my spine out" *he says with a smirk* "Sometimes I just love New York"

Alice Newcomb: Likely the wait staff was huddled behind the counter while Aerin pitched a bitch at her.

Joshua Coil: He probably would, *he says with a shrug.* The stuttery one is rather useless, and selfish. But I guarded her while you were gone.

Alice Newcomb: Snyde> "You threatened Aerin's boyfriend in front of him?" Rolling her eyes.

Alice Newcomb: So much for going back to the hotel now. She's toast. And she picks up a piece of toast from her plate and chomps it.

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs.* Aerin's whore deserves to be insulted.

Alice Newcomb: "Aerin's whore might have friends with brass knuckles," she says sensibly, dipping into the poached eggs.

Joshua Coil: You think I can't fight?

Snyde: "i didnt threaten him I just told him that it wasnt polite to threaten others" *he says with a smile*

Alice Newcomb: "No, I was actually selfishly thinking of myself. Ethan threatens me, Snyde threatens Ethan, Aerin threatens Snyde... then it circles around and escalates. Ethan pays someone to kick my ass... yadda yadda. YOU I'm sure can take care of yourself."

Joshua Coil: I can protect anyone around me too.

Aerin Thomas: The door opens, and in Aerin steps. He looks calmer...now, he's just angry, not about to commit mass murder. He looks around the cafe, eyes locking on Joshua. "Joshua. A word." That wasn't a request, though it's at least said calmly.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over.* No, *he says calmly.*

Joshua Coil: *He frowns slightly, and mouths the word.* No. No words. You've used them up. *Yes, he certainly likes the feel of that. No no no...*

Alice Newcomb: "Thanks. Unfortunately the shit usually hits the fan when no one is around to lend a hand, and I can't afford to pay for more than one bodyguard. Besides.." And she looks at Josh. "Why would you protect me? You don't even know me."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan follows quietly, his eyes red but dry, one hand resting lightly ont he small of Aerin's back.

Alice Newcomb: Looks over as Aerin walks back in. Oh boy.

Aerin Thomas: "Yes." He nods a little. "You need something cleared up for you." A sllight tilt of his head, meeting the other's gaze. The intent in his eyes clear. Submit.

Snyde: *Snyde looks at the two of them as they come back in Jesus New Yorks seem to thrive on beating each other*

Alice Newcomb: Suddenly she sees a correlation between Aerin with Ethan and Spitfire with Teri. Why the hell does everyone's damned lover want a piece of her?

Joshua Coil: *And the growl escapes from his throat.* No. No. No no no. No. En. Oh. What fucking part of that do you not get, Jer... Aerin? You have lost ALL rights to my respect, underscored, starred, stamped in triplicate. You may have rank among our company, but you do not have my respect. You will NEVER have my understanding. You can explain it all you like, waste your fucking breath on your whore. Not me.

Ethan Anderson: His eyes widen at being called a whore and he bites his lips, cheeks turning red.

Aerin Thomas: "Joshua..." He says it very slowly. "I don't want your respect. It has nothing to do with that. I don't want you to like me, or respect me. I don't care what you think of me. But you're acting on old information, and you need to learn the new information. Before you do something stupid."

Alice Newcomb: Ethan> "Why don't you threaten him too?" Jerking a thumb at Joshua.

Snyde: *Snyde sits there just watching*

Joshua Coil: What, like cheating on a person who adores me? No, I leave the stupid to you.

Ethan Anderson: He glances at Alice. "I'm just tired of seeing Aerin hurt. I'm tired of seeing him pissed off," he says tiredly. Then he sighs and gestures at his petite 5'2" frame. "I was angry...I wouldn't have done anything."

Aerin Thomas: Teeth gritted. One can almost smell the smoke of sheer force of will burning away. "Get your self-righteousness out of the way for one fucking second, Coil, and listen to the words I'm saying."

Snyde: *Snyde looks at the man and shakes his head before sitting back to watch again a bit amused by all of this*

Alice Newcomb: Scowls at Ethan. She is so sick of being threatened by people. "It occur to you that I might do something? Like hire someone ta kick your ass first?" Rolling her eyes. Hell, she could probably kick his ass without help.

Joshua Coil: Like hell. *He stands, eyes cold.* Don't waste your breath. I hate you. You've joined the ranks of telemarketers, politicians, and Britney Spears. Unlike you... I won't make threats. Just promises. If I see you again, and you say a single word... I'll kill you.

Ethan Anderson: He shrugs tiredly at Alice and sighs, laying his forehead against Aerin's back.

Aerin Thomas: "Now, then." Yeah, he actually means that. And he doesn't look to be budging from the doorway.

Alice Newcomb: Blinks up at Josh as he issues a death threat. Another damned crazy. Is she just a magnet for them?

Joshua Coil: *He growls.* Out of my WAY. *He moves for the door.*

Ethan Anderson: "Aerin..." He blinks, head lifting as the other pushes Josh. "Baby don't..."

Aerin Thomas: "No. Ethan, get the fuck out of the way." He stands resolute. "You talk to me, Coil, or YOU'RE the person who hurts Ita. Not me."

Alice Newcomb: Shakes her head no at Aerin, trying to warn him off.

Ethan Anderson: He steps aside, obeying unhappily, his eyes on Aerin, wide and worried.

Snyde: *Snyde finally stands up* "allright now nobody needs to kill anyone" *he says with a sigh as he watches them*

Joshua Coil: d10: Init: 5,

Alice Newcomb: Picks up her coffee and moves to a table further from the impending disaster.

Joshua Coil: ((13))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Initiative plus six: 2,

Aerin Thomas: ((Umm. 8.))

Joshua Coil: d10: Dex+brawl: 10,2,8,1,2,9,8,

Aerin Thomas: ((As Joshua won Initative, Aerin cannot react and dodge. Damage.))

Joshua Coil: d10: Damage: 4,1,4,6,2,4,5,

Joshua Coil: *He snarls, and snaps his fist back. The punch seems dead on, but doesn't QUITE contact Aerin's gut.*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan sits down heavily as Josh throws the first punch, his eyes flicking between the two.

Aerin Thomas: And the man, while tensing, doesn't react. He merely stands in the way. If Joshua wants to do this, he's going to assault a man, one of his own people, who will not fight back.

Joshua Coil: *It doesn't seem to stop him. Raging, nearly, his lip curled.* Out of my fucking WAY.

Snyde: *Snyde moves to sit down closer to Alice whispering to her*

Joshua Coil: d10: Dex+brawl: 9,5,7,3,8,5,2,

Joshua Coil: d10: Damage: 9,2,3,3,3,10,

Joshua Coil: *Again, with the gut, and he curls his lip.*

Alice Newcomb: Whispers back to Snyde, eyes on the brawl.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Soak: 3,4,

Ethan Anderson: "Fight back," he whispers before pressing his lips into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut.

Aerin Thomas: That one does something, doubling the man over. He staggers back, against the door...and then straightens himself. "If you would listen for five seconds, you'd understand," he says, wheezing a little.

Snyde: *Snyde stands up* "Look this has gone just about far enough, the guy your hitting is an ass, but jesus why beat the hell out of him here of all places"

Joshua Coil: That you're a whore and don't give a shit about her? I understand THAT, *he snaps, and doesn't seem to stop.*

Joshua Coil: d10: Dex+brawl: 3,9,8,3,2,5,6,

Alice Newcomb: What the hell? Aerin's just gonna take it? This is the guy that offered to protect her?

Joshua Coil: d10: Damage: 5,9,7,10,5,2,

Alice Newcomb: Tugs Snyde back down.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Soak: 2,8,

Aerin Thomas: Another punch, knocked back into the door. "The plan has changed," he says through gritted teeth. "She said it was okay. She's fucking Joe, for Christ's sake!"

Alice Newcomb: Hell, he can't even protect himself!

Joshua Coil: *He pauses, and his jaw tightens.* You're lying. She wouldn't fucking DO that...

Ethan Anderson: His eyes widen at that and he lays his head back against the wall, biting his lips, his eyes on Aerin.

Alice Newcomb: Joe?!

Alice Newcomb: Well, that's just great. This Ita person will probably be next in line to want to kick her ass.

Aerin Thomas: "I'm not," he says, forcing himself upright. "Jesus, man. She's been involved with him for months. I've known about it...and I stayed monogamous until two months ago."

Joshua Coil: *He shakes his head.* You people... you people are fucked up. There's something WRONG with you. All of you, I ... *He scowls.* Move. Please.

Alice Newcomb: She is so never gonna fuck anyone.

Ethan Anderson: He bites his lips and sighs, lowering his eyes as he draws one knee up onto the booth with him.

Snyde: *Snyde just shakes his head all of this because people cant keep there dicks to themselves*

Aerin Thomas: "Fine." He sets his jaw. "You don't understand, you don't want to...fine. This is what happens when you act without listening." He steps aside, for Joshua to leave. "You know I didn't want to hurt her."

Joshua Coil: That's NOT why I need you to move, asshole, *he snaps.* and not meaning to... and doing so are two entirely different things... aren't they. All of you. fucked up. *He slips through the door, and out to the streets.*

Joshua Coil: d10: Rage: 8,4,9,3,5,

Aerin Thomas: He leans back against the wall of the diner, wincing a little bit. Well, this was going to go well.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan stands slowly, eyes flicking after Josh before he moves towards Aerin, reaching out to touch him...He lets his hand fall though before contact is made.

Joshua Coil: *And he makes it out without ripping everyone IN the place a new one.*

Alice Newcomb: Looks over at Aerin. And he called her retarded?!

Snyde: *Snyde gets up and moves over to Aerin* "Do you need some help getting home buddy?"

Aerin Thomas: "No, I'll be fine." He looks at Snyde for a long moment, before tearing his gaze away, looking at Alice a moment, then finally Ethan. "I'm okay. I really am. I wasn't going to fight him...he's one of the good guys."

Alice Newcomb: Sighs.

Alice Newcomb: Good guys? She gives Aerin a suspicious look. He seems to know an awful lot.

Ethan Anderson: "But he was gonna fight you," Ethan says softly, reaching up to brush his knuckles across Aerin's cheek.

Snyde: *He nods to Aerin* "allright then you be safe dont get involved in anymore random beatings today I think you have had your quota"

Aerin Thomas: He snickers a little at Snyde's comment. "You'd be surprised." He looks at Ethan and nods. "Yes, he was. But a beating on my part is less harmful then what he would have done otherwise. I wouldn't have done anything permanent unless I fought back."

Alice Newcomb: Eases a marker from her back pocket and draws something on the back of her hand, focusing.

Alice Newcomb: d10: arete: 5,4,

Alice Newcomb: (awareness)

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: She's taking a peek at Aerin's spirit.

Ethan Anderson: He nods and sighs, laying his forehead against Aerin's shoulder.

Snyde: d10: per+aware: 1,9,4,10,8,6,

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: ((You know what you see when you see a Garou? She saw it. *S*))

Alice Newcomb: Her eyes widen slightly. Oh... shit...

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, taking a deep breath, and then opens his eyes. A little frown as he sees Alice's expression. Fuck. NOW what?

Snyde: *Snyde turns towards Alice a disaproveing look in his eyes*

Ethan Anderson: He nuzzles his face against Aerin's shoulder for a minute and then straightens.

Alice Newcomb: Quickly stuffs her pen into her back pocket and licks her fingers, rubbing the ink off the back of her hand.

Aerin Thomas: "Alice?" He raises an eyebrow to her. "What's up?"

Alice Newcomb: "Nothing. Come on Snyde, you said you'd help me pack."

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

Alice Newcomb: Heading quickly for the door.

Snyde: *Snyde nods and gives a wave to Aerin* "Stay safe buddy" *as he follows Alice out*

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: Seems she's a little scared of him.

Ethan Anderson: He sighs and frowns, glancing towards Alice.

Ethan Anderson: d10: per emp: 1,1,10,1,5,8,

Raven -> Aerin Thomas: ((Is uh, Adrian not allowed out of the hotel yet? *G* Because he's getting *very* restless.))

Ethan Anderson: And the sudden, blinding headache from having been crying wipes whatever thoughts he'd had right out of his head. He makes a soft sound and presses his fingers against his eyes.

Aerin Thomas: ((Guys, hold up. Aerin is still RIGHT by the door.))

Alice Newcomb: ((Oh! dlp heading for the door then. She's just nervously looking around for another exit.))

Raven -> Aerin Thomas: ((0op, sorry for interrupting, looks like stuff going on. He'll stay in the hotel.))

Snyde: *he looks at the door* "mind if we get by you buddy?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks at Alice. "Alice...wait just a moment. Please. Can I talk to you? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

Alice Newcomb: Looks wide eyed at Aerin, rolling her lips, and nods.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan touches Aerin's hand gently, squeezing his fingers before letting go.

Aerin Thomas: He gestures throughout the cafe. "Pick a table...your choice. Unless you'd rather talk somewhere else."

Alice Newcomb: "Alone?" Glancing at Ethan and Snyde, uncertain if he wants them to hear.

Aerin Thomas: "I think it would be best." He nods. "Your friend can stay nearby, within view. But this should be discussed privately."

Snyde: *Snyde looks at Alice* "Are you okay with this? because if not dont feel as if you have to"

Alice Newcomb: Nods and moves to a table on the other side of the cafe.

Alice Newcomb: "It's okay, Snyde."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan slips back into the booth he'd just left, curling himself in the corner with a sigh.

Snyde: *Snyde nods to her as he moves to sit down across from Ethan* "Do you smoke buddy?"

Ethan Anderson: He shakes his head. "No, but go ahead," he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, looking to Ethan with a comforting smile before following Alice to the table in question, taking a seat.

Alice Newcomb: Takes a few slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know she knows. She just has to play it cool.

Ethan Anderson: He returns Aerin's smile, his own soft and adoring.

Snyde: *Snyde smiles at the man across from him* "Wonder what he wants to talk with her about?"

Alice Newcomb: Fidgets with her ring, twisting it on her finger.

Ethan Anderson: He shrugs slightly. "I don't know. He cares about her though...He just wants her safe," he says, glancing at Snyde with a small, shy smile.

Aerin Thomas: He leans over to start talking to her in quiet tones. Voice calm, motions easy. Apparently, getting one's ass kicked does a lot to calm someone.

Snyde: "Yea so do I" *he says with a sigh*

Ethan Anderson: "I'm sorry you had to see that m-m...mess with mr. Coil."

Snyde: "No hard feelings allright buddy" *he says as he extends his hand to the man* "I just didnt like the fact that you threatened her"

Ethan Anderson: He snorts softly and shakes Snyde's hand firmly. "I didn't mean to. Not really. I'm j-j..Just scared. There's a lot going on."

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: "Alice...I apologize for everything that went down today. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and some of that exploded today. You weren't meant to see that...it's my personal life, and I let it affect me. Believe me when I say, I truly do care about your well-being, and I want to help you be safe from the things after you." His voice calm, comforting. Dead honest, too. ((Cha+Exp coming))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Charisma+Express-WP: 2,3,8,2,

Snyde: *he shakes his hand* "its allright, its just she has had alot of threats come her way recently and one more wasnt what she needed right now"

Ethan Anderson: "Sh-she needs to get away from Adrian," he says softly.

Snyde: "Why?" *he says looking very curious*

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: "What exactly is after me?" Looking up at him, sure that he knows.

Ethan Anderson: He shakes his head with a sigh. "C-cause he's dangerous and i-if he cares about her then he's pro...probably even more dangerous to her."

Snyde: "Why is he dangerous, there always has to be a reason and not just he is" *he says watching the man across from him intently*

Ethan Anderson: "He's a r-rapist and a murderer," he says softly, biting his lip. "He w-was my friend but...I d-don-n...don't want to see anyone get hurt."

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He purses his lips. He had to tell her something at this point. "Vampires, Alice. Vampires are after you and Adrian."

Snyde: "A what?" *says Snyde his eyes going very narrow*

Ethan Anderson: "He's on parole."

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: Masassa! Scowls. "All three of them are vampires?" Odd she seems to accept this rather than look at him like he's crazy.

Snyde: *Snyde looks at the man* "Guess ill have to have a talk with him"

Ethan Anderson: "Let him a-alone for now. Aerin's dealing with him."

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He raises a bit of a brow at her sudden acceptance, but nods. Adrian had to have told her, then. "Teri and Spitfire, I know, yes. I'm not sure about the third...who was it?"

Snyde: "We will see who gets to him first" *he says looking at the man across from him*

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: "Felisa was the other one. Look... I don't know what to do about them, but I can't hide forever in a hotel. They seem to have decided they don't want trouble, though. So that's good."

Ethan Anderson: He sighs and rubs at his eyes. "P-please...Its important."

Snyde: "Very" *he says seriously*

Ethan Anderson: "Just let it go. He w-won't risk violating his parole...Just...k-keep her busy."

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He nods a little. "I don't intend for you to be in that hotel for long. Unlike Joshua, these people are very, very bad guys. Obviously. So I'm going to deal with them. For your sake, Adrian's, and everyone else. All right? I just..." He purses his lips. "I need you safe, okay, Alice? You're not dying on my watch."

Snyde: *He sits there silently*

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: Peers up at him with wide blue eyes. It's just weird to hear him say that, even weirder knowing he's a werewolf. "I won't go anywhere without Snyde or someone like him, with me." Hoping that satisfies the strangely compassionate werewolf. Apparently the movies never get anything right. But she's still buying garlic and sharpening some stakes.

Ethan Anderson: The blond drops his head back against the wall, eyes flicking to Aerin, lingering on him.

Aerin Thomas: He seems deep in conversation with Alice at the moment, speaking quietly to her.

Ethan Anderson: "We just need something to go right..."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Snyde, appraising him briefly, and then back to the girl.

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He sighs after looking back. "Frankly, the man seems like an idiot to me, but that's not my worst concern. The more people know, Alice, the more people that are in danger."

Snyde: *Snyde gives a smile to Aerin*

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: "He already knows. And when things settle down I'll have Adrian looking out for me too. And there's Joe."

Ethan Anderson: "So...What's with you and Alice? You t-t..two a couple?"

Snyde: "Im her friend and bodyguard" *he says calmly still thinking about how to best put the bullets in the back of Adrians head*

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: "Adrian is safe. Joe's not a problem. You're friend..." He frowns a little. "I don't know what to do there. But...just give me a day, two at the outside, okay?"

Ethan Anderson: He nods and lets his eyes close.

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: "Snyde can handle himself. He's gonna help me pack and get out of my old place. Soon as my stuffs in storage I'll head back to the hotel and stay a couple days while this blows over. Okay?"

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He sighs and nods. "All right. Just...promise me you'll be at the hotel? Please? Believe it or not, I will worry, all right?"

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: "I'll call you as soon as I get there. I promise."

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: "Thank you." He nods, and sighs. "I'm sorry, Alice, about all this. I'm trying to help. I really am."

Alice Newcomb -> Aerin Thomas: Puts her hand lightly on his arm, feeling a little surge of adrenalin. She's touching a werewolf! "I really do appreciate all you've done for me."

Ethan Anderson: "God I need a hit," he mumbles, his back starting to ache again as he eases his knees away from his chest.

Snyde: "A hit?" *he says looking at the man*

Aerin Thomas -> Alice Newcomb: He smiles and nods. "You're welcome." And he rises from the table.

Aerin Thomas: He rises to his feet from the table, turning to head back to the others.

Alice Newcomb: Slides out of her seat, following Aerin back to the others.

Ethan Anderson: He just shakes his head at Snyde. "Don't ask."

Snyde: *he sighs* "Hope it isnt drugs because that shit will kill you, and you seem like a nice enough fellow"

Aerin Thomas: "All right." A deep breath, then he nods. "Thanks for your patience," he says to Snyde, nodding to him. A look to Alice, smiling a little, before his eyes go back to Ethan. "Home?"

Alice Newcomb: Snyde> "You ready to go?"

Ethan Anderson: "Please," he murmurs, sliding with a wince from the booth.

Aerin Thomas: He nods and reaches out to take Ethan's hand. "C'mon, he says, leaning in to nuzzle Ethan's cheek, before he looks to Alice. "Be careful, okay?"

Ethan Anderson: He sighs, curling his fingers with Aerin's, relaxing visibly as the man nuzzles him.

Alice Newcomb: Looks at Ethan then Aerin. "I will be," she promises.

Snyde: *Snyde nods to Aerin* "Allright Kiddo lets go get you packed"

Ethan Anderson: He offers Alice a small smile. "I"m s-s...sorry for what I said."

Alice Newcomb: Ethan> "It's forgotten." Shrugs and moves to head out with Snyde.

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He nods, and turns to lead Ethan out.

Ethan Anderson: He settles in at Aerin's side, exiting with him.