Andrea Angotti: Thumbing her nose briefly, Andy begins to slip through the crowd. Charasmatic she is not. Forceful might be a better adjective. Sensual fits too. Plus there's something vaguely intimidating in the way she handles her powerful, lushly curved body.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She finally gets to the back wall, and she hops up about 4 feet to catch a fire escape ladder with her hands. She pulls herself up with very little difficulty, and stands there above the crowd and looks around with a confident grin.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Alert: 8,8,6,9,

Judas: ((This scene open for some Spitfire or is it a closed scene?))

Andrea Angotti: Andy cants her head back and smirks up at Mary before taking up a position beneath the metal grating, one booted foot rising to rest against the wall as she pops the knuckles of her right hand one by one.

Andrea Angotti: ((Yay! Blondie-bear!))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((It's open. Illegal fight match in an abandoned playground.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks down at the much prettier girl beneath her. "Want up?" She asks nicely.

Andrea Angotti: "Sure," she says, giving a jump to catch the bar and pulling to haul herself up.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She stands aside to give the girl the room she needs.

Andrea Angotti: Andy holds up a hand to Mary, waiting to catch the other girl's palm before pulling herself the rest of the way up.

Spitfire: A1983 G-series van pulls up down the street from the actual fight. So he was a little late, just his style, he heard on the grapevine about this little get together. He opens the door and of course obscene lyrics come from the van ".... Rebels throw your fists in the air, bitches throw your tits in the air..." He lands with a clank and thud. Door shut and locked as he makes his way towards the playground that manic grin on his face, fists clenching.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes the girl's hand and helps her up the rest of the way. "You're the chica from the strip club. Wet clothes and all that, right?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yup. Andy Angotti," she says, releasing Mary's hand after a quick shake before she settles back against the wall, watching the fighters.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She settles beside her, watching the fight as well. "This is a long way from the Bronx. You're travellin'."

Andrea Angotti: She chuckles. "I get around. Much as I can anyway," she says, glancing at the other. "Stay in one place too long or too often and shit gets complicated."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Sometimes it's best to just stay in one and place and settle things. Finish what you started, and all that. Hey, you work in Brooklyn?"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((nix the extra and*))

Andrea Angotti: "Naw. I'm the day bouncer at Wyld Nights," she says with a wicked grin as she leans over the railing to whoop at the brawlers. "CRUSH HIS FUCKING NUTS!" A pause as she glances over her shoulder at Mary. "Its great. Guys come in thinking I'm headlining when they see me and then I get to kick their asses if they get out of line."

Spitfire: He makes his way to the crowds, first line get barged through as that energy he creates almost spreads around as some look to him and a few recognising even and just nodding there head before looking back to the fight placing hands on disgruntled freinds to try and stop them from making a big mistake. Boots stomp and chains clank as he makes his way to the front of the crowds and the fight.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Too bad. Hey, if you want to get some extra spending money I could hook you up to dance at some places around here. Do like you did at that joint last night and you'll be rich in a few nights." She glances over at Spitfire, who is really hard to miss. "Oh, this'll be interesting."

Andrea Angotti: "I don't dance. Not really." She chuckles. "I'm just good at making almost anything look like sex." Grinning she leans forward again and wolf whistles at Spitfire. "Blondie-bear!"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She blinks at Andrea with a grin, "You know him?"

Andrea Angotti: "I've met him a couple times," she says, chuckling.

Spitfire: One arm hangs by his side the other cups his belt buckle most of his weight resting on one leg as his head and eyes stay on the fight, he doesn't shout or yell just watching, a crack of a grin on his face as he turns to the guy next to him "Tell me its winner stays the fuck on?" That grin widens.

Spitfire: d10: Per & Alert: 7,7,9,7,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Heh. Now that man gets around. His woman is a real bitch, though."

Andrea Angotti: She shrugs. "No clue. Ain't met her. Doubt it would matter if I did."

Spitfire: He looks up and back straight to Andrea, a scowl at the Blondie-bear, he notices Mary next to her and just nods to the both of them before looking back to the fight. All business apparently, even no complementary 'Hey Horse fucker'.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She grunts, watching Spitfire get worked up. "Why's that?"

Andrea Angotti: "Cause she got rough with me and I'd kick her ass." She grins.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary looks Andy up and down with a grin. "You tough?"

Andrea Angotti: She arches a brow and then flexes those rather impressive muscles.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Impressive. Hey, maybe you can teach me a few things." She grins, looking down at the fight from overtop the crowd. "I'm trying to get good."

Surly: *white hair with purple horizontal stripes. fishnet minidress worn over a pair of black shiny panties and electric tape making Xs over her nipples. black Docs, a black top hat, and a thin spiked collar and chain belt. and she's walking a big black 'dog', who's wearing a spiked collar, on a chain. she does, of course, have on her gloves and those heavy silver rings of hers* ((PB2, Gall, Recognize Garou, App 4, and if there's anything else ya want to know about how she looks, just PM me. *L*))

Joshua [lupus]: ((http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/Josh3.jpg)) *His collar is spiky. His tags jingly. Yes, the bigbad wolf-dog is here. He is a sleek creature, but large. His coat is jet black, and perhaps, a bit shaggy. Yellowed eyes stare back behind a long muzzle filled with sharp teeth. A scar starts, interrupting thick fur, from one end of his throat to the other. His ears are floppy, as if they have been tugged on too much. Around his neck, a black collar that nearly blends into his fur were it not for the up to date rabies tag, and the name tag with the letter J on it and a current address.*

Andrea Angotti: "I love lifting. Its a rush and bouncing's a kick ass workout," she says, leaning against Mary briefly before turning her eyes back to the fighters.

Spitfire: He looks back to the women.... this must be Mary gig. He grins grabbing the guy next to him and forcing him to his knees as he puts one foot on the guys back and uses it to push himself up with as he leaps up. ((BP Dex))

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 2,8,2,

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Athletics: 2,1,3,8,5,6,9,5,

Andrea Angotti: She whistles to Surly. Hard to miss the woman, even in a crowd. "Surly!"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Alertness: 9,2,4,3,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She follows the woman's gaze. "Holy shit, what is that?"

Andrea Angotti: "My friend," she says, swinging off the fire escape. She slides down the ladder, her feet on the outside of the rungs and hits the ground with a grunt. Weaving through the crowd, Andy makes her way towards Surly.

Spitfire: He lands one foot on one guys shoulders as he almost crumples to the floor but not before he leaps to the next one then with one final leap hands grab the fire escape balcony that there on as he pulls himself up looking between the two women "Hows Shit!" That manic grin all over his face.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She grins back down at Spitfire. "Shit's great, man, look around!"

Spitfire: ((Anyone need DD just pm me, Fame 2 by the way))

Surly: *looks around, thinking she heard her name over the hooting and hollering, cold blue eyes narrowing*

Spitfire: He pulls himself up so he is sitting on the railing "Shit is looking up." He grins watching where Andy runs off to....ah her. He grins again "Seems you pulled out all the stops, this shit is banging!"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Fucking right. This is the first event of the season, so I wanted it to be killer."

Joshua [lupus]: d10: per+alert: 9,3,2,1,9,

Andrea Angotti: "Surly," she says again, lifting a taped hand briefly. And then her eyes flick to Josh and she just stops walking to swallow hard, eyes widening as they settle on the dog.

Joshua [lupus]: *It's busy, but he does note a bit. He sniffs at the air, and sneezes as someone's cigarette smoke hits his too sensitive nose.*

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks up at Andy, and he lets out a soft, choked whuf.*

Surly: *smirks a bit* call this fighting, do they...*mutters*

Spitfire: "A killer...." He looks back to the fight "Not with these fucking pussy's. You need some real sport down there..."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "This is raw, man. They ain't got too much time to practice working at the 7-11 or whatever." She looks over the crowd proudly.

Andrea Angotti: "Yup. They do. Its lame, huh," she asks Surly, barely taking her eyes off the dog as she drops into a crouch and extends a hand. "C'mere, baby."

Surly: huh? *blinks around--that WAS her name. and smirks at Andy* home gym chick. you find one you like? meet, uh, J. *nods toward Josh*

Joshua [lupus]: *He plods on over, ears twisting forward, flopped over. He doesn't seem to mind the pettins at all. He does look back to Surly. The smell of violence, though... He would like to get in the ring.*

Kenny: What might be a man in old looking black pants, combat boots, and a old navy black overcoat wanders up. The collar is pulled up to cover much of his face and a cap is drapped on his head to futher obscure his appearance. He moves along towards the crowd casually enough but his hands are tucked into his pockets.

Andrea Angotti: Andy pets J with a slight grin as she glances up at Surly. "He's beautiful," she says, voice smokey and husky - definitely not the voice most women would use because of a dog. "And uh. No. Not yet."

Spitfire: He shakes his head "Now I thought it be better than some retarded fight club shit...but it's still better than a night in front of the TV" He takes a big sniff of the air "Nothing like that smell of copper in the early evening."

Surly: *nods and shrugs* i think i could take both of the currents on. maybe both at once. but it wouldn't be fair--i do this shit for a living and i don't think they do, really. what's up, Andy?

Andrea Angotti: "Not much, Surly. I thought I'd check it out and then got here and realized I'd probably kill some poor mother fucker."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Teri got ahold of me. I don't like her." She says as she leans back against the brick wall.

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks up, his ears flopping back. In an almost longing gaze. A choked whine, as he looks to the ring. He wants to fight tooooooo, dammit.*

Spitfire: "I heard." He smirks and shrugs "Alot of people I know don't get on with each other, big fucking deal" Eyes on the fight below

Andrea Angotti: "Sorry, babe. You can't play," she says, scratching Josh luxuriously.

Joshua [lupus]: ((The diff just drops to 4.))

Kenny: Kenny moves through the crowd some and looks around a bit, or so he seems to be as he walks about.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "She started telling me what to do and giving me advice I didn't want. Do I really have to go through her to work this deal between us?"

Surly: *smirks, following Josh closer to Andy* he's a decent kinda g--dog. they got a sale going on over at Avery's Sports. *smirks at Andy* ditto. i'd have to take 'em on in groups to even get a decent challenge. he could probably take half these guys on with three paws hobbled, right, J? *Smirks at the dog. and actually gives his handquarters a rough pat*

Joshua [lupus]: d10: per+alert: 2,3,6,8,3,

Surly: *notes the...homeless guy kinda dude and frowns slightly, wondering why he's there at this shindig*

Joshua [lupus]: *He barks in agreement with Surly. It's true, after all.*

Andrea Angotti: Andy chuckles softly at Josh and stands, leaning against his shoulder, her fingers playing lazily with his ears.

Spitfire: "No." eyes still towards the fight "I make my own calls in whatever I do."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Good. She was all, do this or else, and I was all, uh I don't know you." She rolls her eyes girlishly.

Joshua [lupus]: *He pauses, and his nose lowers, to the ground, to attempt to follow the scent.*

Spitfire: "Shame you didn't see eye to eye, hell I don't see eye to eye with her. But she is currently mine, and I like you protect whats mine, you hear me?"

Andrea Angotti: "Whatcha got, hon," she asks the dog, glancing around.

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 4,9,3,

Surly: *eyes Josh* no sniffing crotches, J, or i boot you in the head. *snickers at herself*

Andrea Angotti: And sees nothing but people. She sighs.

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back up to her, and grumbles something, before pressing his nose back to the ground.*

Andrea Angotti: "Oh...He can sniff crotch all he likes," Andy says, chuckling.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She laughs a bit, lightly. "Don't worry. I get violent if I got a reason. Hey! You think about the deal any more?"

Spitfire: He shakes his head at the fight shouting out to the fighters "Come on you pussy fuckers, remember if it doesn't hurt it doesn't fucking count, now get fucking hurting each other cocknockers!"

Surly: *snorts at Adny* not my crotch, he can't. i keep a no-crotch-sniffing zone around my bits.

Spitfire: "Yeah, mulling it over, shit going down on that side of the fence, seeing where it lies before I give you an answer"

Joshua [lupus]: *He too watches the wandering man. He looks back to Surly, and back to the leash.*

Kenny: And Kenny the homeless looking bump makes his way and settles on a good vantage point that keeps him in the area of the group talking.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She frowns, "What side? I ain't heard anything."

Surly: *eyes the dog. one can almsot hear the rusty wheels creaking as they turn in her noggin. unclips the leash* eh, anyone he bites here probably deserves it. no pissing on me, either.

Andrea Angotti: Snorting Andy fingers the catch on the underside of Josh's collar, glancing down at him with an arched brow.

Andrea Angotti: Then she grins as SUrly does what she'd been about to do.

Spitfire: Homeless wandering man, street fight, not really so out of place so Spits eye goes right over him. "Really...you sure your plugged in to fucking FM Mary?" A half turn and a raise of that piereced eyebrow

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back up, at the girl holding his collar. Spiky collar. Still he at least remains steady, not yanking. He COULD, after all.*

Andrea Angotti: She lets go, scratching the underside of Josh's chin briefly before she starts towards the fighters, her body settling into an easy stance.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I told you I ain't big with those guys. Most of them prolly never even heard my name. I'm probably not even on the list at their parties."

Surly: *eyes Josh, then glances after Andy, an eyebrow raised in question*

Spitfire: "Still, I know whats going on...figured you'd be on the up and fucking up,. they are the ones nicking your fucking profits."

Joshua [lupus]: *He is just sniffing around, really. His ears perk forward, in the homeless man's direction. He pads carefully.*

Andrea Angotti: Cracking her neck she slips up behind one of the big lugs and sweeps his feet out from under him with a bright grin as he goes down swearing. Its called...a distraction.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Yeah, and for that I hate them so much that they could die. Wait. Why are you concerned about this? Why do you even care?"

Surly: *heads along with Josh, looking around the area*

Spitfire: "When making a fucking deal, it is always, and I mean ALWAYS good fucking sense to know the play on those who would be fucked in case you get fucked."

Kenny: He shuffles some to shift his position, head turned towards Surly and then over to Andrea a bit. Not seeming to be paying the fight, or anyone else any mind whatso ever.

Andrea Angotti: She takes a fist to the gut from the fallen man's opponent, air rushing from her lungs as she stumbles. Her booted foot comes down awkwardly on the fallen man's thigh and she goes down, laughing breathlessly.

Surly: *eyes the homeless dude sourly, lovely face just as friendly and warm as midwinter in Antarctica*

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back to the fight, then, perhaps concerned. He grunts. Then back to the man.*

Spitfire: "Wooo, Go Andy, save some of that shit for me dog fucker!" He cheers for her

Surly: *shakes her head at Andy* uh, you're supposed to ~duck~ that....

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Fuck, man! So you're just sitting around to see what happens?" She sighs, and sticks her hands in her coat pockets. "Shit goes down all the time over there, I heard. Best to just leave it be, and stick to your own business."

Andrea Angotti: She grins and brings both her feet up into the man's groin, kicking with all the strength in her long legs before she rolls off of the other man and up to her feet. Perspiration beads along her brow and she wipes her arm across her forehead before moving in a slow circle, watching the men as the second one gets back on his feet.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Why don't you fight her next?" She suggests quietly to Spitfire.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He slips into the building and looks around, grinning a little bit as he does. After a rough day yesterday, he needed a little relaxation. He slips his way through the crowd, shouldering past people as he makes his way to a spot where he can see the fight. Dressed, as always, in his suit, the man looks a bit out of place in here...but his demeanor is perfectly comfortable amongst the crowd. ((PM if DD needed))

Spitfire: "am not fucking sitting around, if I was I wouldn't know all the shit I know, I can't just call the guy up and ask for a fucking meeting, am over the fucking fence, plus he might be moved out with the lastest power play in which case is it not best I take out the fucker who is replacing his ass and..oh yeah would be picking up his fucking tab on your ass." He clicks his fingers "Stay on the fucking ball Mary"

Spitfire -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((DD me please))

Kenny: The homeless man rolls his shoulders some and slowly makes his way closer to Surly while everyone is paying attention to Andrea. A few of those around him make some unkind remarks but he just ignores them.

Andrea Angotti: She ducks a punch from one man and slams her black taped fist into his jaw before turning to kick the second man. Its artless but effective - the girl knows how to use her body to her advantage.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Spitfire: Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Surly: *folds her arms over her chest with a little smirk, watching Andy. glancing down to Josh on occasion*

Joshua [lupus]: *His nails click on the gravel, jingly tags. He watches the homelessman for the moment. Divided. Fight. Man. fight...*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Okay, I can see you ain't gunna do it. I'll find someone else." She crosses her arms bitterly.

Spitfire -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Nice DD *s*))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 5,1,8,2,

Surly: *absently cracks her neck* humph. i wanna play, too. *grumbles*

Spitfire: "Screw you Mary!" He shakes his head "Am not, and will not be a bitch and working for you now I can see you will make me the bitch!"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He pushes his way up to the front, arms folded over his chest, and watches the fight.

Andrea Angotti: Feint...Swing. Duck. She spins and kicks one man in the ass while curling her fingers in the other's shirt and dragging him close. At first it looks like she's going to kiss him and then, suddenly, there's a crack and a grunt of pain as she slams her forehead into his nose, slicking them both with a sudden gush of blood.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I wouldn't have made you nothing, man. You can do whatever the hell you want. I just need this done sooner than what you're ready for."

Surly: *laughs* good one, chickie! *glances toward homeless guy again, then gives Josh a pat on the shoulder* damn, i wanna play.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: A blink. The look on his face one of surprise, as he sees Andy in the middle of the fight area. The man tenses a little, watching the fight very closely now.

Spitfire: Well Andy's kicking ass so he takes his eye of the fight for a fleeting moment to look at Mary "Like the song says ‘And when the revolution comes, please son…take my rifle and take my guns, a single bullet loaded in each one’…meaning we can talk again when there out, till then don't shit on me and I won't shit on you, understand? I don't work to no time frame but my own."

Andrea Angotti: Laughing, she gives the injured man a push towards his friend and wipes his blood from her face, shaking it from her fingers. Its enough of a distraction for the other man to catch the belt of her pants and haul her off balance. Surprise flits across her face as she struggles to bring her foot down on his instep and her elbow into his jaw.

Kenny: The homeless man is drawing ever close, only a few people now seperate him from Surly and she can even see a hint of his pale features hidden beneath the brim of his coat. The eyes though are shrouded in shadow. The head tilts though to see just what the other pretty is doing and the head tilts slightly.

Surly: *shakes her head slightly* keep one eye shut when you do the forehead thing so you still got an eye to see out of later! *advises the woman*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I get that. Same back at ya though, cause shit doesn't stop cause you're taking a fucking break. Life goes on, boyo." She's watching him closely, recognizing the fact that he may attack her. She really didn't want to die.

Surly: *eyes the homeless guy and scowls* what? no handouts here.

Joshua [lupus]: *He growls, his hackles raising, remaining... oddly protective of Surly.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: No smile, no enjoyment of the fight. He's staring at the combatants, eyes narrowed, tensed and ready to move if necessary. His arms drop from his chest, to rest at his sides.

Andrea Angotti: "Thanks," she grunts, curling her arms around the man's neck and one foot around his leg as she hurls herself forward, throwing him over her shoulder. She's moving again before he comes up to his feet, putting a bit of distance between them, her smile bright.

Spitfire: "Welcome to the Spitfire Zone!" He sticks his pierced tongue out with that manic gleam "am not stopping, just busy with my own shit, don't fucking get your tight ass thong in a fucking twist because Spits won't play out with you, like I always say, you want something done right...so it yourself!"

Kenny: And finally the man looks down at the dog, before a deep sounding chuckle escapes from the man. "I don't want a hand out." the voice finally says. Even gravely and dry sounding it is hard to miss the tone. "So whose a Cheese Dick now?"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes a cautious step toward him. "I'm not pushing you Honest. Hey, why don't you go fight. You seem tense, hun, and it could do you good."

Surly: *her scowl deepens* oh, so you gone from being a drag queen to being a bum. *shakes her head* you have got to be the world's biggest loser, Dickcheese.

Andrea Angotti: She circles slowly. A kiss is blown Frankie's way as she takes a fist to the gut and another to the chin, sending her sprawling, blood spilling from her lip where she's bitten it.

Spitfire: "You offering? Them down there like cattle to the slaughter!" Swinging one leg over the balcony railling to rest on her side of it.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He's oblivious to anything else right now, it would seem, his attention wholly focused on Andy and her fight.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Try not to kill anyone, but go have fun. Andy is killing my idea of sportsmanship. She might as well fight someone that can take her."

KF: ((*has no idea what's going on in the scene but cheers Spitfire on anyway!*))

Joshua [lupus]: *He keeps up the choked sounding growl, the fur on his neck standing straight up.*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((Mary organized a little illegal stret fight. Uh, it grew.))

Spitfire: ((LOL thanks KF! *s*))

Andrea Angotti: She pushes back up to her feet and shakes her head, tongue flicking against her split lip as she shakes out her fists. Spitting, she rushes the guy head on, startling the fuck out of him with a rather nice impression of Xena's war cry. Her knee connects with his groin and she grabs the back of his head, driving him down onto her knee.

Kenny: "I just wanted to blend in with the scum." he says through a dry sounding voice. "Cute dog you have there."

Spitfire: He looks down then back to Mary "Guess where finished here, and she did break the rules but hell, we'll see eh." He looks down and leaps from the balcony to the crowd below

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods a little bit in acknowledgment of the brief attention thrown his way by Andy, but that's it. Too busy watching the fight to be too warm.

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Athletics: 8,2,8,9,6,2,4,6,

Surly: *snorts* you mean you wanted to wear clothes that fit you. *ignores the dog comment. look shim up and down* the look suits you. *sneers*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She steps to the railing, looking down among the crowd to trace Spitfire's path. She's mildly concerned about the lives around her, and hopes no one gets permamently hurt. Might give her a bad rep.

Spitfire: He lands on a guys shoulders perfectly balanced, and as he begins to collapse under his weight he leaps to the next one then leaps a final time landing in the 'self proclaimed ring'.

Andrea Angotti: Andy grins and makes her way towards Frankie, pausing long enough to spit blood into the sand. "Hey, baby."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His eyes narrow as Spitfire leaps into the so-called ring, and he steps forward, moving over the railing and into it as well. The fight isn't over yet, and this is NOT turning into a three-on-one.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She watches Andy, knowing that if she left the ring as the champion, the fight was over. She couldn't have that. The girl had to lose first. Oh crap.

Kenny: "Ah, a fashion jab from the woman who thinks black ducktape makes for an appropriate top." and he chuckles again. "So I understand that young girl you are helping is looking for her departed parents. How... touching."

Spitfire: He stands shouldeds flexed "Hey Andy...where the fuck you going....winner stays on, you interupted....broke the rules but came out king of the hill...time to go a few rounds with the Spitfire!"

Joshua [lupus]: d10: per+alert: 4,5,2,7,9,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She watches Spitfire, hoping the guy could save the match.

Andrea Angotti: "Love you," she says softly to Frankie before rolling her broad shoulders and moving back into the ring with a sigh.

Joshua [lupus]: *One of his hears swivels towards the ring, and he shakes his head. Just... great. It is clear that he wants to go fight Andy's competitor. the girl is injured enough as it is.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Hey, baby," he says to Andy as she comes up, giving her a brief smile. His eyes immediately turn to Spitfire, staring him down with a deadpan look.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary quickly climbs down the ladder, hangs from the bottem rung, and then drops to the ground. This was supposed to be a one on one matches only.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "No," he says, reaching out and grabbing her arm. "Fuck that. You ain't goin' up against him right now."

Surly: *smirks* yeah, i dressed up tonight. *and gives him an evil sort of grin* i have a funny feeling you'll be getting more than you bargained for if you try to play with that one. she's got more than me around her.

Andrea Angotti: She blinks. "I gotta, Frankie. I broke the rules, baby," she says, stumbling back as he grabs her arm.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She starts to shift through the crowd, rushing to get to the ring. The girl had to stay in, and the others needed to get out.

Spitfire: He cracks his neck from side to side. "Your good, but if I was in World War II they'd call me Spitfire, gang rules, winner stays on, not sure why you got involved but bad business then to walk away, says quits if you have to much."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I don't care about the fuckin' rules," he says to her. "It ain't happenin'."

Kenny: He chuckles again, glancing to the confusion beginning near the 'ring' and then back to Surly once more and seems to consider her words. "She's not much to play with." he finally says.

Andrea Angotti: "Frankie, if we try and walk now, all these bangers are gonna come down on us," she says softly.

Spitfire: "I'll tell you what, I'll let you call me blondie-bear if you win." He grins then looks to 'Frankie' "Hey, the girl wanted to fight, she has to see it out."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "And if they wanna fuck with a Giardini, they'll pay the god damn price."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She runs up to the large and heavily muscled ref, who's been talking up some girl along the sidelines. "Get in there and pull those guys out. They're done. Make sure the winner stays in. Do your fucking job." The crowd is getting a little unruly, the ultra-violent gang bangers starting to become upset.

Andrea Angotti: She frowns then and jerks her arm out of Frankies. "I started this, Frankie, because I fucking wanted to. And I'm gonna finish it. I love you but you ain't got no fucking right to tell me what the fuck, to do!"

Surly: *smirks* spoken like a true coward, you limp-dicked twatlicker.

Kenny: "You wish to see her end up like all the rest?" he asks with a quirky grin visible on his pale chin.

Spitfire: He rolls his eyes and waits for the domestic to be over

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I ain't tellin' ya what to do," he says with a scowl. "I'm askin' ya. Yer beat up. An' this dumbfuck's takin' advantage of it, to seem like a big fuckin' man." His eyes hit Spitfire, glaring.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The ref pushes the girl from his lap, and starts to walk over toward the poor guys face down in the sand. Mary starts to walk toward Andy looking a bit upset.

Spitfire: He shakes his head "not at all....who ever you are, I was looking for a fight anyhow, girl was far tougher than the others, she started it, so shut the fuck up and back the fuck up."

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back to Kenny, and it is settled. His growl is vibrating.*

Andrea Angotti: "No babe. He's doing what he needs to do. There's rules on the streets, baby. Just like there are in the Family," she says softly. "I gotta finish this. And I ain't that beat up. Angelo's done me worse, trust me," she says, moving into the sand.

Surly: she won't. *smirks* you found your favorite little toy yet, Dickcheese? once you're back in hell where you belong, i think i'll have it made into paperclips for the local women's shelter.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The guys are dragged out of the sand pit by the large muscled referee two at a time.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I'm Frankie fuckin' Giardini, ya dumbshit," he says, knowing the Mafia name should hold some weight with the gangbangers. "An' you don't tell me shit about what to do." He glares at Andy. "An' don't YOU fuckin' tell me the rules on the streets. I know 'em a shitload better then you do." He is SO not moving out of the ring.

Andrea Angotti: She frowns majorly as Frankie suddenly gets all Italian macho on her. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"

Spitfire: "You fucked a Giardini....is that a suit?" He laughs

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary walks up to the group at the sidelines. "Hey, Frankie is it? Can I speak with you for a minute. It'll be short, I promise." She frowns over at Andy, who should damn well know better.

Kenny: "No, I have not retrieved it yet. How do you pray tell expect to send me back?" he says with an amused sound in his voice. It certainly becoming more clear now that he's been speaking more.

Joshua [lupus]: *Dammit. He can always interfere if things get too rough.*

Andrea Angotti: She frowns apologetically at Mary, sighing as she rolls her shoulders and tries to bounce some of the tension out of her shoulders.

Surly: *just gives him a wicked grin* oh, but i'd hate to spoil the surpirse for you, twatlicker.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Why don't I take this suitcoat off, ya punk, and I'll show you fucked." He glares a hole right through Spitfire, before looking at Mary. "You can talk to me right here. An' there ain't shit happenin' in this ring 'till we're done."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She calls out to some people in gang colours nearby. "Hey, come here. This guy is pulling shit and I need him gone."

Spitfire: Hey Frankie, thoust must give to receive, you gave me shit I give it back, if you can't take it don't give it cocknocker." He shakes his head and looks to Andy "Hey babe, talk to me, what the fucks going on?"

Spitfire: ((Add a " before Frankie))

Andrea Angotti: "Don't you fuckin' dare, Mary," Andy says, eyes going wide. "Seriously." Panic hits her face as she glances to Mary. And its rather obvious she ain't afraid FOR Frankie.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Char + Leadership: 3,9,7,6,10,6,2,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Specialty: 6,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks over at Andy with an expression that says, What?

Andrea Angotti: "My man's a little upset at the thought of me getting back in the ring," she says with a sigh, turning big blue eyes on Spit. "He forgets that I can take care of myself some time. Italian machismo, you dig?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He scowls at Mary as she calls in the gangbangers. "Don't be makin' that mistake...ya were about ta be civil. Keep it that way."

Jerry's Crew: *The small but menacing group rounds a corner, marching almost in step with one another*

Andrea Angotti: "Mary if you don't want peeps getting fucked up beyond belief, call off your pit bulls," Andy says, glancing at her.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods toward Andy, "Don't worry. I'm just trying to get this thing underway again. Get ready to go up against Spitfire." She glances over at Frankie. "Then get out of the ring. She fights until she loses, or until there's no one left. That's how this works."

Kenny: He chuckles again. "I doubt you have the brain power to piece together what to do next." and his attention shifts to the ring again.

Spitfire: Honestly, Spitfire grows ever more disappointed with each second. He looks about the crowds and they obvious share it with him, this had become a farce, a real farce...He shakes his head picking up his coat again "What a fucking crock of shit, well you did real good Andy I wanted to go a few rounds like, let you have you fun, not sure why you jumped them but that want right" He shrugs though not really that bothered "but am not about to wait like a fucking shit on a stick for you guys to have a domestic, maybe next time after you take the bitch home." He winks to her that grin returning

Surly: *smirks again* you're too stupid, Dickcheese. you think i'm working alone. *shakes her head*

Andrea Angotti: She shrugs at Spitfire and sighs, moving closer to him, her body falling into a ready stance.

Joshua [lupus]: d10: per+alert: 6,6,9,3,4,

Joshua [lupus]: *His head raises, and he sniffs the air. He looks back to the ring, though, worried.*

Kenny: "Might as well be, you seem pretty alone right now. And what good is Charles? He never could say no to me... what do you think he would do if I showed up on his door step? And if you hadn't guessed... I'm not working alone either."

Jerry's Crew: *They're moving toward the ring in almost perfect unison, heavy boots thudding in time on the pavement*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "You know what..." He looks from Mary to Andrea, glaring at her for a long moment. "Fine. You take yer fuckin' licks, Andy. I ain't gonna get in yer fuckin' way of pickin' up some damn brains." He looks at Spitfire and mutters something in Italian. It sounds pretty condescending, whatever it was, before he gets out of the ring to watch with a stone-faced expression.

Spitfire: The coat is dropped back down again as he takes on a boxers stance "Say uncle if it gets to much" He winks at her like it was all a game to him

Surly: we know you aren't, idiot. *smirks* PB's not likely to get back into your clutches, either.

Joshua [lupus]: *His eyes widen, and he RUNS towards the ring.*

Andrea Angotti: She doesn't say anything to Frankie but her blue eyes cloud and her jaw sets, lips pressing together in a thin line.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Andrea Angotti: He muttered "You're a dead fucking man, bitch. You just don't know it."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks at her watch. "Thank you Frankie." The crowds are settling, checking out and cheering on the group coming up. She moves off to talk with Jerry's crew, to make sure that guy didn't get a chance to pull shit like that again. The fight was getting ready to go again, and that improved everyone's mood.

Joshua [lupus]: d10: dex+ath: 6,6,3,3,4,6,3,5,

Andrea Angotti: "Lets just do this, Spitfire," she mutters, voice tight as she curls her hands into loose fists.

Kenny: "PB's?" he actually asks the woman.

Surly: *snickers* seems i'm not the only one low on brain power.

Spitfire: "Lets do this babe, lose yourself in the moment." Those brown eyes of his focusing on just her, his body moving up close with amazing grace, muscle that though not massive are perfectly formed on him, a few scars to mare his otherwise pale skin with just a hint of something darker, more exotic in his heritage as he nods to her request and throws a right for her stomach, no messing from the man.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Alertness: 6,1,3,2,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 3,5,9,7,

Jerry's Crew: *The men push their way to Frankie with very little effort, forming a semi-circle behind and beside him to watch the fight*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sees the dog running for the ring, and moves to stand in the animal's way. No one is getting involved in this fight.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She thanks Jerry warmly, and then moves off to watch over the ring again from the sidelines.

Andrea Angotti: Andy snorts and turns in the direction of the punch so it glances off her side. She keeps moving until she's behind the blond, foot slashing for his ankles.

Joshua [lupus]: *The dog moves ot the side of the ring, his hackles raised, to watch the small crew of men there. No one is getting in the way.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He seems perfectly fine with being surrounded. He's not getting involved.

Spitfire: He stumbles forward but not down, but only really a grunt from the man as he spins around his elbow out to catch her in the face as she is behind him, feet spinning

Kenny: "Can never tell what your rattled mind will come up with next." he says to her and starts to back away. "It was SOOooo good to see you in the flesh." he says to her with a teasing smirk on his lips.

Andrea Angotti: Her head snaps back, blood gushing from her nose as she stumbles. Shaking her head she throws a quick jab for his chin with her right hand, left hand coming in low towards his side for a kidney punch.

Surly: *rolls her eyes* don't worry, Dickcheese. we'll see you again soon.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smiles in relief as the fight continues, and the crowd roars as the two go at it. They're both obviously good fighters, so this should be a good match.

Joshua [lupus]: *He is padding around, the scent of blood driving him nuts. Should have come here in homid. He'd have an excuse. He was a GOOD dog, dammit.*

Kenny: "I am counting on it." he calls after her as he finally turns his back on her and makes his way through the crowd and away as things get started up again.

Spitfire: Mary asked him to be careful and to be honest he generally was, people dying was never good for him...unless there were in his way...or pissed him off.... or...well okay a few did die but this wasn't going to be one of them. He takes it on the chin head thrown upwards as his gets hit in the kidney's and it is a good blow...he is suddenly glad they don't work as he shakes his head "Damn woman, good fucking shot.... counter strike" As he steps into her, hands brought up into his chest as he delivers a couple of jabs to her chest...boxer style

Andrea Angotti: She sees the blows coming and throws herself to the sand, bringing a foot up into his groin with enough power to make a man squeek but not enough to squish things badly.

Surly: *keeps an eye on him, sidelong, as he disappears. not allowing herself to lose the smirk until he's out of view*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Oh..." She winces at the latest low blow.

Joshua [lupus]: *And the dog whines.*

Spitfire: He takes it...and steps back hand moving down to them and a seconf passes as he blinks almost rearranging them with one hand as he stares down at her....it didn't seem to phase him really the HARD bastard "My turn" As he brings his boot down for her crotch.

Kenny: Doesn't take too long for Doc Kenny to make his way from sight, off on some new little errand or something.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He doesn't wince when Andy gets punched...doesn't look away when Spitfire goes for his jabs. The only thing that can be seen is the increasing hardness in his gaze every time the fight goes against the woman.

Andrea Angotti: Her eyes widen and she knocks his foot aside with one of hers before crab crawling out of reach and teetering up onto her feet, dropping into a ready stance again, her nose bleeding freely. She coughs and chokes, gagging on it as it spills down her throat.

Spitfire: He takes the moment to rearrage them again, with a bit of an 'Oooo' look to his face "Good blow, damn it, my guard is getting sloppy." His hands curl back up into fists

Surly: *and once he does, she turns a face filled with blank fury onto the ring*

Andrea Angotti: She spits and tries to clear her throat before t he blood makes her vomit and moves towards him, throwing a punch at his face.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Her eyes scan the crowd slowly, making sure everything was in order.

Spitfire: He moves so fast as he goes to block this one as she finds her momentum stopped, his left hand curled around her punch as he brings his right arm and fist back...

Joshua [lupus]: *And he growls, again, leaning forward, ears pricked forward. Ready to lunge.*

Andrea Angotti: She blinks, eyes widening as she brings her knee up into his groin again. If he lands that oncoming punch she's going to go down and she knows it. Oddly, she doesn't look scared, just stunned.

Spitfire: He takes her blow right o the groin, and it shows on the poor bastards face as his eyes bluge just a little but he just grits his teeth and he commits to the blow and finishes that punch off...you can't make an omelttle without breakign a few eggs.

Andrea Angotti: Her head snaps back again with an almost audible crack. Pretty blue eyes roll back in her head and she drumples to the sand, chin and shirt bloody, her nose probably in need of packing.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks around for anyone else willing to step into the ring.

Surly: *shakes herself out of it a bit and moves toward Andy, flashing Spitfire a glower and a curled lip. oh, and her favorite wave. the one with the extended middle finger*

Andrea Angotti: ((drumples=crumples...obviously))

Joshua [lupus]: *He seems perfectly willing to run into the ring to sniff at the girl.*

Spitfire: He steps back when she falls feeling his testicles with a hand....one...two...thre...just kidding. He then looks at her form "Damn girl, you were tough." He looks around for Mary "Think she needs some medical attention." He looks at the dog and Surly...god did she have a fucking fan club...wait a minute course she would, she is a porn star...he thought he'd seen that dog before.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Sorry, guys...got distracted.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She walks into the ring and nods to Spitfire. "She's got friends. Don't worry." She reaches to grab his arm to lift up as the champion. No one wanted to fight the guy after that show.

Joshua [lupus]: *The dog does not seem pleased at all with Spits, though. Still... he watches Andy carefully until someone CAN get there to help her. Such a good dog.*

Surly: *eyes Spitfire* sometime we need to go a couple of rounds. *kneels beside Andy to check for the extent of the damage*

Andrea Angotti: ((Sokay hon. *Smiles innocently*)) Andy moans and pushes Josh's nose away from her. "J...Fuck me," she mutters, curling fingers in his black hair before she starts to gag, rolling to her side to hawk blood from her throat.

Joshua [lupus]: *He huffs idly, and looks back to Surly.*

Spitfire: He lets Mary raise his arm as he sticks that pierced tongue out to the crowd that manic look on his face

Surly: *shakes her head again and assists Andy by holding back the woman's hair. and trying to keep her from drowning in her blood or something.*

Andrea Angotti: "Don't think its broke," she mumbles at Surly. She grins and then moans in pain. "Oww..."

Spitfire: He then pulls it down and looks down to Andy "You did real good Andy, am impressed." He then looks to Surly "Anytime, be proud of the girl, she fought like a solider." He winks and picks up his jacket “Finished what she started, can say any fucking fairer than that.”

Mary Margaret St. Michael: As she holds his arm up she calls out, "The Champion of the Bloody Ring, the first event of the year, is the Spitfire!" She then looks down at Andy as well, seeming impressed.

Surly: you need to work on your defense. time to get up. you game? *grasps Andy's arm, but waits to start hauling on her for the OK*

Joshua [lupus]: *He grunts at Andy, as if scolding.*

Andrea Angotti: Between Josh's sturdy back and Surly's grip on her arm, Andy hauls herself to her feet, swaying a bit. She swipes her hand over her mouth to clear away the blood. "Damnit. Gonna have to get tested again."

Surly: *smirks at Spitfire* she still needs to work on her defense. get out of here and get some rest. you'll need it when we have a go.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The crowd cheers wildly, and then starts to disperse to go collect their bets and pay their debts. The people begin to disolve back to the holes from which they came.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He hasn't moved throughout the entire thing, just continuing to star at the ring. When Andy is up and seems okay, he turns to move toward the exit with a pointed look toward the dog.

Surly: *nods shortly* yeah, you are. *smirks* only drawback to a rowdy brawl. *absently pats Josh's head roughly*

Joshua [lupus]: *Frankie too gets a grunt, but he moves by Andy's side.*

Andrea Angotti: She sighs as Frankie leaves and her smile wilts. "Guess I'm not goin' home tonight," she mutters. "Good fight, Blondie-bear."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She watches them move off, and then starts to walk toward the little group of people that helped her organize the event. Aftermath details.

Spitfire: "Hey, am good to dance whenever baby, just leave me a pm." He winks at surly as he slips his jacket on. A nod to Mary as he heads for the crowds and they part as he does, none willing to get in his way "Welcome to the Spitfire Zone!" He throws his head back and laughs, even spinning around as he walks...what a fucking night! He loved it.

Surly: *wrinkles her nose* that sex shit stuff? *shudders* ew.

Joshua [lupus]: *Sex shit stuff? That just leaves a horrible image in his mind. He shudders.*

Andrea Angotti: "Naw. Mostly just that sleeping shit." She sighs and pulls her t-shirt off, using it to wipe her face as clean as she can. No bra beneath, instead her breasts are bound tightly.

Surly: ((*ROTFL!*)) *smirks at Spitfire and lets Andy use her for a brace*

Spitfire: "Well done Andy" he calls on one spin back to "Won't be fucking for a few days." He laughs

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He pushes past people toward the door, making his way to the exit. Not in a rush, but not lingering, either.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary disappears into the crowd. She needs to head that guy off before he leaves.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Stealth: 9,8,5,7,9,4,9,7,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: That guy being Frankie.

Andrea Angotti: She sighs, leaning on both Josh and Surly, her eyes tracking Frankie. Swallowing hard she blinks and quickly wipes at her face.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Pointeless Per+Alert: 8,6,8,3,

Surly: *tries not to shudder again. ew, emotions!!* so, where you going if you ain't going home? you aren't driving yourself. *yeah...that would be a firm sort of statement*

Andrea Angotti: She glances down at Josh, her expression hopeful.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He doesn't see the super-sneaky woman coming up on him. Too busy making his way to the exit, keeping an eye on the crowd around him.

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back up, his hears flopping back, to Andy.* ~ws~ You should have let me kick his ass.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Door and exit = ummm...parking lot?))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((Night!))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Later, Judas!))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I'm sorry for pulling you from the ring. If I didn't, the crowd woulda rioted, hey? But I'm still sorry. Are we good?" She's apologizing sincerely.

Surly: this Rey would be where? *arches a jet black brow at the woman, giving Josh a quizzical glance. he said something?*

Andrea Angotti: "She lives with my buddy Josh," she says with a sigh.

Joshua [lupus]: *He whuffs lightly, and then looks back to Surly.*

Andrea Angotti: She ruffles Josh's fur againa nd then sighs. "And J is gonna need a bath as I'm getting him all bloody."

Surly: and that would be....? *remarkably patient, for once* or do i toss you in the backseat and drive around the city until someplace looks good? *smirks a bit*

Joshua [lupus]: *He nods in agreement with that.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods to Mary. "It's cool. Was a tough spot. Next time, though, ya talk to me. Don't by tryin' to pull in yer gangbangers to do the business, awright?"

Surly: eh, that we can take care of later. *waves off J's bath requirements. she is SO not going to scrub him down herself....tilts her head at the dog curiolusly*

Andrea Angotti: She looks down at Josh and then up at Surly and then back to Josh, brow arching.

Andrea Angotti: And then she offers her slightly coppery smelling fingers To Josh's nose.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods, "Alright." And then she grins, "Your girl did alright. She's a tough one."

Joshua [lupus]: *He sniffs lightly, but snorts, looking back to Surly.*

Surly: *gives Josh a befuddled look*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He makes no response to that, just moves on to his Jetta. "If ya see 'er, tell 'er I'll be home."

Joshua [lupus]: *He grunts, and stretches, looking back to Andy. He slides away, giving the support to Surly.*

Andrea Angotti: "I have no honest idea where Rey lives...I was kinda asleep when we got there last night."

Joshua [lupus]: *And he starts to pad off in the direction of home. Shift, shower and shave.*

Surly: you can give directions, right? *blinks* come on, both of you. time to roll. besides, it's getting damn cold out here. *a harsh laugh* my nips are about to pop this tape off of them.

Andrea Angotti: She staggers and leans more heavily on Surly. "I think I have a piece of glass in my ass."

Surly: ((DLP)) humph. well, gimme directions somewhere when we get to the car. J, i want my spikes back. come on.

Andrea Angotti: "y'know what. I'm gonna call Demi. He can patch me up," she says with a sigh. "Just get me to myc ar."

Surly: don't ask me to get it out for you. *smirks*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Okay." She responds quickly, disappearing back into the shadows again. She needed to move quickly without getting too much damn attention from people thanking her for the good time, or cursing her cause they just lost a bunch of money.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Stealth: 8,4,10,8,9,5,8,8,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Specialty: 4,

Surly: no. i'm driving. *flatly* don't make me beat you down for it, either. you're not in the best condition right now. i'd be bored kicking your ass. *smirks*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He slips into his car, heading for home.

Andrea Angotti: She laughs slightly at that and shakes her head. "My phone's in my car, Surly. 'Sides I ain't leavin my hybrid here."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She quickly sets herself up to wait for Andy's group as they pass by.

Surly: *a heavy sigh* so, i drive your car, then come back for mine. yours is probably closer, anyway.

Andrea Angotti: "Aww, hell." She sighs, frowning and chewing her bloody lips. "Y'know what. Lets just take me home. I gotta talk to Frankie."

Surly: works for me. *nods shortly as they head out*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Andy Angotti?" She steps from around a corner as the group walks past her. "Are you okay, hun?"

Andrea Angotti: She blinks at Mary and nods. "I'll be fine once I get home and smooth things out with my man. Sorry if I fucked things up," she says to Mary.

Surly: *gives Mary a long, level look, eyes narrowing*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Mr Giardini said he'd wait for you at home... I hope I didn't mess anything up. I'm sorry if I did." She's very sincere. "Did you have a good time?"

Andrea Angotti: "You didn't fuck up. I did," she says heavily. "I suck at this serious relationship shit. And yeah. I did. Bloody nose and all. I had a blast."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She grins widely, "I'm glad. Have a good night." And she steps back to lean against the wall.

Andrea Angotti: "Lets get me home Surly. I'll pay for your cab to get you back ot your car," she says, digging her keys from her pocket.

Surly: works. *nods shortly, eyes lingering suspiciously on Mary**takes the keys* let's go.

Andrea Angotti: Andy climbs gingerly into the passanger side of her caqr and settles back.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: When they pass her, she backs away down the way they came and disappears into the shadows again like the frickin' ninja she is.

Surly: *and she gets into the driver's side and heads off, following whatever directions Andy gives her. ignoring the skirt riding up*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((Thanks for the scene guys!))