Opening
(17:09:16) WWMC: Thanks to the hard work of the officers and prospects, the Wasteland Warriors MC clubhouse had finally come together! For the first time in the three weeks the club had been in Basin City, the large parking lot that filled the space between the warehouse building and the street where bikes and cars were slowly trickling in was alive with activity. An oversized cast iron barbecue sat closest to the clubhouse facing the open space, manned by the two prospects who already had it smoking and filling the air with the welcoming scents of various kinds of freshly procured steaks, burgers, and hot dogs. A table was set beside the beast covered with a black and gold table cloth and all the possible accoutrements one would need for their barbecued delights@along with a mysteriously placed zucchini pizza whose benefactor was one of the club@s nearest and dearest sassy little brothers who wouldn@t be able to make it for the festivities. The scent wafting through the air was [c]
(17:09:32) WWMC: the initial welcome to arriving guests along with the boisterous sounds of bluesy guitar and the rich, soulful voice of a local musician the club hired to entertain the masses. It wouldn't have been a proper outlaw event without beer! A sort of make shift beer garden was set up on the other side of the giant barbecue, run by a certain buxom lady who also happened to be the remaining founder's beloved niece. Patch holders who@d been working since the break of dawn to prepare the spacious parking lot were hustling about, setting up the last minute touches in the various booths covered with pop ups that offered the reprieve of shade for their anticipated visitors. There was one for the raffle, signified by a large black and gold banner, a table covered in tickets and a metal cage spinner ready for takers, one for club support gear that was littered with various shirts hanging from coat hangers from the frame of the pop ups, and another that had tables set up in the [c]
(17:09:51) WWMC: shape of a horse shoe, covered with display boxes filled with various silver rings suited to the taste of the biker community. Don@t worry ladies, there are a couple boxes set up in there with more delicate jewelry too! Nearest to the clubhouse, off toward the recessed side of the parking lot area where various motorcycles were parked, a large slick looking silver trailer was set up with a decorative sign boasting an invitation to come in and get tattooed by none other than the club's favorite tattoo artist. Curious civilians were already filtering in and mingling with club members who were ready and rearing to greet the locals populating their new home. [d]
(17:09:32) WWMC: the initial welcome to arriving guests along with the boisterous sounds of bluesy guitar and the rich, soulful voice of a local musician the club hired to entertain the masses. It wouldn't have been a proper outlaw event without beer! A sort of make shift beer garden was set up on the other side of the giant barbecue, run by a certain buxom lady who also happened to be the remaining founder's beloved niece. Patch holders who@d been working since the break of dawn to prepare the spacious parking lot were hustling about, setting up the last minute touches in the various booths covered with pop ups that offered the reprieve of shade for their anticipated visitors. There was one for the raffle, signified by a large black and gold banner, a table covered in tickets and a metal cage spinner ready for takers, one for club support gear that was littered with various shirts hanging from coat hangers from the frame of the pop ups, and another that had tables set up in the [c]
(17:09:51) WWMC: shape of a horse shoe, covered with display boxes filled with various silver rings suited to the taste of the biker community. Don@t worry ladies, there are a couple boxes set up in there with more delicate jewelry too! Nearest to the clubhouse, off toward the recessed side of the parking lot area where various motorcycles were parked, a large slick looking silver trailer was set up with a decorative sign boasting an invitation to come in and get tattooed by none other than the club's favorite tattoo artist. Curious civilians were already filtering in and mingling with club members who were ready and rearing to greet the locals populating their new home. [d]
Post Order: JR Porter, Ephram, Dililah, Gracey, Ruana, Crowli, Miss Bartender, Maryana, Chloe Grace
1st Round
(17:17:03) JR Porter: JR had taken a break once he was happy with the way things were setting up in order to ride over to his sister's place and scoop her up for the event. The outlaw was anxious to get things going, so the second Dillie had her helmet on and her arms secured around his midsection, he was flipping up his kickstand and peeling away from the curb. JR had been riding long enough to know his limits and while it might have been to the chagrin of his sister, the SA was making quick work of the ride back. There was no hesitation in splitting lane or weaving through traffic in order to get back to the clubhouse in a timely fashion. It probably didn't help that JR had never bothered with a sissy bar, not wanting to give any woman an excuse to get too comfortable back there. Unfortunately this left Dillie to the mercy of momentum and jarring speed bumps which likely had her clinging to him in order not to slide back on or fly off of the brick of a seat he had back there. The [c]
(17:17:44) JR Porter: thunderous roar exuding from his Screaming Eagle pipes announced his arrival as the Warrior officer pulled into parking lot. Cold blues seemed to lose a bit of their chill at the sight of the beginnings of a crowd wandering around the clubhouse parking lot. That slick black Dyna Street Bob FXDB with chrome accents and the club's patch painted on the sides of the gas tank made easy work of threading past the back sides of the booths to avoid foot traffic in order to park in the recessed section of the lot along side the club house. Once he killed the motor, he removed his skid lid helmet, allowing Dillie to hop of before dropping the kick stand and dismounting. If his younger sibling didn't kill him first for riding like a maniac, the burly blonde biker would drop his helmet on the highest hand grip on his handlebars and amble out toward the clearing between the surrounding booths, scanning the crowd to note all the familiar faces of his chosen family. He nodded to each of them [c]
(17:18:04) JR Porter: respectively offering a knowing smirk at how this had all come together. A lot of fucking hard work, that's how. JR glanced back over his shoulder to grin at Dililah, the first genuine form of mirth that had graced his sun weathered features since the massacre..."Check it out," he murmured, almost like a kid seeing Disneyland for the first time if his voice hadn't been so deep and gravelly. As his gaze swept over the event, he noted Gracey's trailer, smirking inwardly at the nostalgia that came with it. He'd have to stop by and snag her for an appointment later on down the line for Pop's memorial tattoo. But for now, he'd be honoring P's request to mingle and make friends. JR looked to be wearing nothing short of the usual, heavy leather cut that seemed tattered enough to have belonged to someone twice his age, a soft patch t-shirt fitted underneath it. Black boot cut 501 Levi's were fitted but loose enough to allow him to sit comfortably on that beloved Dyna he [c]
(17:19:47) JR Porter: affectionately referred to as 'Freya'. Beat up black Thorogoods donned his feet, classic riding boots favored by those who also did hard labor for a living. His mop of dishwater blonde was pulled back into a low ponytail, not so much for the sake of fashion but for the function of keeping his hair from ending up in knots as the wind blew through it on the road. Shit tone of silver rings, tattoos from head to toe, resting bitch face. Yep. Same old JR. [d]
(17:21:59) Ephram's brows lifted as he eyed Hipster's handiwork, pressing in on the top of the burger. "You bought... turkey...burgers..." He said hesitantly, eyeing the prospect with a frown. "They're healthier! Less fat!" The prospect said enthusiastically, holding up the plate. "No no... I get that, but a little..." He eyed the look on the kid's face, stifling a laugh at the utter worry he saw there. His head turned at the raucous sound of Fuse's bike, head turning to regard the approach of the club's very own Sgt at Arms and offering up a lopsided grin. Giving the prospect a distracted glance, he muttered "Fine... make a batch... maybe the health nuts'll be big fans." He reached out to clasp the kids shoulder roughly, in enough of a spirited mood to react favorably toward him before he turned and strolled across the lot toward JR, winding through the growing crowd toward where the bikes were lined up. [c]
(17:22:42) Ephram. A passing glance was afforded to a scantily clad woman along the way before he reached both his brother and Dillie as they walked in through the crowd. His hand extended, meaning to clasp with JR's own in a half-hug before turning toward Dillie and opening his arms for an affectionate embrace toward the woman he saw as something of a sister. "Hey hon. How's it going?" He asked discreetly against her ear, sympathy written on his features as he stepped back to study her features questioningly. He'd not really seen much of her since they'd arrived in town, his own fault...that distance he'd gotten into the habit of putting between himself and loved ones still something of an affliction, growing pains for himself and the club he'd have to get over soon but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. [c]
(17:23:05) Ephram. Gesturing toward the lot and the preparations that had gone into the set up, he eyed JR. "Everything good, SA?" he asked with impish sarcasm, making light of their difficulties in this transitional period. The heavy leather of his cut settled over the black soft patch, a t-shirt with the club's insignia on it, otherwise clad in a pair of loose fit jeans, the chain of his wallet swaying against the heavy set of keys on his hip. The ensemble was complete with several heavy rings upon his knuckles and a pair of scuffed motorcycle boots. [f]
(17:29:52) Dililah. Over the past few weeks, Dililah had started to feel herself drag. She hadn't been sleeping and she's been running around like crazy. Trying to find a job isn't easy, especially in a town that's riddled with corruption and hate. The people here are much more persistent than back in Nevada when it comes to hitting on someone. She's had to drag a prospect with her to places if JR, Eph, or one of the others she trusted were busy in order to feel like she wasn't about to be bombarded by men who thought her to be an easy target. But none of that was important right now. It's the day of the BBQ and Dililah had to make sure she looked her best. A little bit of foundation under her eyes to hide the dark circles from her lack of sleep, and wearing a pair of leather pants and sporting the MC's logo on a black tank top, she made sure to grab her leather jacket as well for the ride. Riding to the event together, Dililah was almost excited and also sort of nervous as to (c)
(17:30:00) Dililah. what kind of attention their little gathering might bring. This city isn't a forgiving place and honestly, from what she reads about? There's a lot of territory issues. But there's one thing running through her head right now, and that's how much she wishes Swick were here. That he could enjoy the get together. But alas, the fool got himself locked up and she'll always be mad that he lied to her about 'being out of town'. That doesn't mean she hates him, though. Either way, right now, she tried to give her very best smile and look like everything was right as rain. Makeup done all nice and fancy and when JR picked her up, she didn't even have the energy to scold him for his driving. Despite the fact that she got a little jerky on the bike, she knew how to hold herself steady. Lots of practice... Once they pulled up to the place, she looked around at it in amazement before letting her eyes linger out towards the rest of the docks. It's one hell of a day for a BBQ. (c)
(17:30:05) Dililah. "Looks pretty nice!" She laughed, overhearing the conversation about turkey burgers. "Who the fuck cares about being healthy today?" She laughed, giving a rather disapproving look towards the prospect. Ephram's warm embrace was met with her own. He's easily one of the only other important persons in her life and someone she has the pleasure to call family, "It's going, and you? I feel like I haven't seen you in a century." That laugh was given, before turning towards JR, "I think with Jameson's driving and turkey burgers, I might be sick later though." Her nose scrunched up in a playful smirk and wink towards her brother. All fun and games right now! (d)
(17:32:10) Gracey had been sleeping in the shop during the time she was setting it up. Which had happened to be the majority of this week. Having just gotten her loan through in order to move her brother's historical parlors contents and licensing just in time to coincide with the movement of WWMC to Basin City. It worked out, and his work with the club, being his most favorite work would in time have begun to become sweet Gracey's biggest priority. She was doing everything she could to show support, as if in some way the spirits of her brother and the club's other fallen would be happy to see it. All there was to do was to continue that work and Grace promised to do so. And she would, that meant finessing this community with her artwork to garner a good view of the club, today apparently. Even without restful sleep she would find herself pulling up to the festivities, the artificial growling roar of her bike cutting through the air in what felt like unison with the others'. >>
(17:32:29) Gracey made no show about pulling in, though it was much bigger than she was, she handled the monster as if it were so smooth and sly as a bitch bike. Thights held tight and each turn was taken with a caress of expertise and respect down the path of the club. As the sound quieted, she'd pitch her kickstand downwhen finding a stop near the other bikes. Hopping off, she'd remove her helmet and shake loose those pink curls. Hand would move now to pat the beast of a fathead she'd ridden in today. It wasn't her primary, or even her little blue bike. This big monster of a ride belonged to her brother, and even if the lithe nature of her frame looked odd upon it, she thought it deserved to be here. "Told you." She'd say to a handlebar, placing a kiss on the chrome there before shifting to stand and shed away her road leather. >>
(17:34:45) Gracey Stepping into the trailer that she'd rigged up the night prior, Gracey would change into her spanky new SUPPORT WWMC tank, tugging it down over bust and to finally rest over hips before red boots kicked the small door open. A chair was planted in front of the trailer. But for now? The vampire needed a beer. After all, someone with a shiner like that on their right eye, no matter how sparkly their makeup is..deserves a fucking beer. Despite all of that, and despite her exhaustion, the heat, her makeup beat for the gods and an impeding work day of what she could presume might be tattooing infinity symbols and semicolons upon the general public, Gracey Mack was in good spirits when she was making her way across the party to the beer garden<E>
(17:36:40) Ruana wasn't exactly sure what to expect; when was the last time she'd even been to a social event that wasn't work related? Man, this was going to be interesting. She'd heard about the barbecue from Ly, her friend urging her to actually get out an go. The events from yesterday had her moving a little more cautiously, the woman opting to walk to the clubhouse rather than Uber. She wasn't up for being in a moving vehicle. Besides being in pain, she was still also mildly hungover. She chose to dress relatively casually for the day- she donned her favorite shirt with a pair of mildly ripped skinny jeans. She finished the outfit off with her mid ankle, gray chucks; nothing fancy, but hey... at least she was comfortable. Her long, blonde locks were pulled back into a viking style braid, a few pieces of simple silver pieces of hair jewlery woven in. It didn't take her long to reach the clubhouse, baby blues searching the crowd for a farmilar face. (c)
(17:39:22) Ruana spotted JR first, the Valkyrie waiting until she caught his eye before offering him a small, friendly wave. Her eyes didn't stay on him long, though, Runa looking for one person in particular; Ly. She knew it'd be hard to spot the girl through the crowds... afterall she was about as tall as a hobbit. Shinies caught her eye- the silver rings that had been put on display. She wandered over to the cases, the Valkyrie momentarily distracted by all the different designs. Poor thing had the attention span of a squirrel sometimes. (e)
(17:45:20) Crowli couldn't help himself. A fucking barbecue with a bunch of people who shared his taste in a ride? Fuck. Yes. Not to mention, Crowley half-hopes that Grimm comes and starts trouble for setting up in his territory. But he's not going there with the intention to start shit. Granted, that's typically what happens, but he'll behave for today. He likes to scope out those around him before making the brunt assumption that everyone is weaker than him. The hound noticed the group in the city a week or two prior and had his thoughts on them. Thoughts to start and make trouble but he didn't have the time with work and whatnot. You would think someone who works for the police department would have morals but Crowley is only in that line of work to help gain intel for Brae and work closely with the other mobs and gangs in the city. They help him out, and in return, he pardons them from their crime to what extent he could. Corruption at it's finest, ladies and gentleman. Crowley (c)
(17:46:03) Crowli. is everything that's fucking wrong with this city. The hound's own bike is quite the interesting contraption. It's almost a mix between a few different types to form one massive beast. Taking the turn in a reckless fashion, he had come up behind Delilah and JR right when they turned into the dock parking lot, parking his bike himself and removing his helmet. Crowley's attire was simple. Faded, dark grey jeans, black t-shirt on with a leather jacket on over that. The removal of the helmet allowed that red hair of his to show, hanging the helmet on the handle bars. "Oi, nice ridin' my friend." That slick, irish accent rolled off the hellhound's tongue, giving props where it's due towards JR. Crowley, himself, rides in a rather reckless fashion but that's because he has zero thoughts on fear itself. Getting off the bike, Crowley's orange hues stared at those coming in, if only to catch a glimpse of someone he'd hoped to show. Nope. No luck. Fuck it. (d)
(18:06:46) Miss Bartender was short but wasn't far from the food. There she was getting some of the prospects to help her set up all the liquor she had gotten her little hands on. Most of them were Kegs and lucky for everyone she brought taps that would just plug right into them. One by one she got the taps into the kegs a few of them she was fighting with only to glare at the men who nicely tried to help. But her bark and bite was pretty bad. Bright blue eyes glared at them as sweetly as she could only to get them to bring out the coolers so they could have a wide selection to choose from. That short woman with silver hair made her way to the grill only to look at the food that was being made. Eyes rolling only to shake her head "Hipster you will die a sad sad boy" teasing him a bit only to inspect everything on how it was going. Of course she was going to nit pick over the beer and food. It was her thing. But soon enough the spit fire moved back to the beer only to pour the first beer.>>
(18:09:04) Miss Bartender>She was showing off her skill on how she held the cup keeping an eye on the head. Bringing the cup to her lips only to look around seeing the faces she knew well enough. Then with that she went to pouring three cups of beer. Leaving the booth with Wild Card's hands to watch till she got back. Holding up the beer to JR and Eph only to smile at them. "It looks amazing." Then looking to Dililah and holding up a beer for her. "It is good to see you as well " after all they all grew up together. Tattoos once again covered in pants and a tank top. Her boots gave her some height so she wasn't that short. Though she did need to go back to her bike to grab something. <
(18:12:51) Maryana made it. Honestly, she wouldn't miss it - how could she? Free food and beer? One didn't have to ask her twice. With her fingers shoved within the front pockets of her ripped jeans. Attire wasn't anything fancy ; a simple white tank with an unbuttoned flannel shirt. She turned the corner and entered the parking lot that was filled with black and gold; like human versions of bees. Everyone was buzzing around and in that moment, she felt... a tad out of place. Everyone seemed to know everyone. And then there was Mary who didn't know anyone - aside from Eph who she helped out and JR whom towed her beloved Greta to their shop. Rocking back and forth on her heel to the balls, she'd allow her deep blues scan each individual, attempting to catch the one person she knew and whom invited her to this shindig. Upon spotting Eph near the bikes, she smirked and made her way towards the bikes, scooping up a beer in passing as she did, digging into one of the coolers to grab a random one. [c]
(18:13:03) Maryana "So, this is where the popular kids are." Mary piped up, glancing between JR, Dillie and Eph with a smirk, before gesturing towards the bikes, "I was referring to these beauts, by the way. Fuck you guys." The woman would state, gesturing her hand towards the three but with a playful smirk gracing her lips. She was only kidding around and figured it was the best way to break the ice than to just stand there awkwardly while sipping her beer. Hated awkward silence - she had to fill it with something, whether it be a joke, or make an observation. Speaking of which - she'd bring the beer to her lips, taking a sip, before gesturing around towards the massive crowd that gathered. "Quite the turn out. Impressed and here I was growing concerned you guys couldn't pull it off." Mary would say casually, but again in a lighthearted tone. [e]
(18:15:26) Chloe Grace had made her way off of a bus earlier that day and had been wandering around. She had fled from her home country, and sought refuge here despite the rumors and ill news about the city. Oh well, she'd find a way to survive. She had before right? New place, new start. Silvery hues denoted blindness of the woman, but her methodical steps suggested otherwise. As if she could see where she was going. But then Chloe did have one of those long canes someone blind used. This city was pretty crouded, so she saw fit to prepare beforehand. >>
(18:15:35) Chloe Grace Wearing special earplugs designed for vampires, it would keep the noise pollution to her sensitive ears to tolerable levels. Being in crowded places wasn't something she was new to after all! Carrying a large bag, it held whatever clothes she had been able to throw in before hurriedly fleeing her home earlier the previous day. Clad in a simple black shirt, pants, and black scarf - she would hardly stand out if not for some of the jewelry the woman wore. Thankfully though the scarf covered up to the bridge of her nose, as well as concealing that silver blonde hair of hers. The shoes on her feet were currently sandals. The high heeled boots were in her bag. Moving around the city, she began to follow a crowd pf people seemingly headed into a bar of sorts. Lots of people! Oh boy. >>
(18:15:43) Chloe Grace. The 5'7" woman moved about silently and entered into the building. Now was as good as any to start looking around for a job and place to stay if she could manage it. Walking up to one of the walls though after finding a suitable spot, she would first listen to the banter of chatter, gauge them for a little bit before engaging into a possible conversation. After all, she was a stranger to this place! It wouldn't do to stir up trouble in a foreign place without knowing everything about it. Chloe takes her time listening to those within the bar for the time being. In the meantime, she could smell good food being cooked as well as a lot of beer apparently. Not that she minded. It seemed there was a lot of people here. << - mistake corrected, event outside
(17:17:44) JR Porter: thunderous roar exuding from his Screaming Eagle pipes announced his arrival as the Warrior officer pulled into parking lot. Cold blues seemed to lose a bit of their chill at the sight of the beginnings of a crowd wandering around the clubhouse parking lot. That slick black Dyna Street Bob FXDB with chrome accents and the club's patch painted on the sides of the gas tank made easy work of threading past the back sides of the booths to avoid foot traffic in order to park in the recessed section of the lot along side the club house. Once he killed the motor, he removed his skid lid helmet, allowing Dillie to hop of before dropping the kick stand and dismounting. If his younger sibling didn't kill him first for riding like a maniac, the burly blonde biker would drop his helmet on the highest hand grip on his handlebars and amble out toward the clearing between the surrounding booths, scanning the crowd to note all the familiar faces of his chosen family. He nodded to each of them [c]
(17:18:04) JR Porter: respectively offering a knowing smirk at how this had all come together. A lot of fucking hard work, that's how. JR glanced back over his shoulder to grin at Dililah, the first genuine form of mirth that had graced his sun weathered features since the massacre..."Check it out," he murmured, almost like a kid seeing Disneyland for the first time if his voice hadn't been so deep and gravelly. As his gaze swept over the event, he noted Gracey's trailer, smirking inwardly at the nostalgia that came with it. He'd have to stop by and snag her for an appointment later on down the line for Pop's memorial tattoo. But for now, he'd be honoring P's request to mingle and make friends. JR looked to be wearing nothing short of the usual, heavy leather cut that seemed tattered enough to have belonged to someone twice his age, a soft patch t-shirt fitted underneath it. Black boot cut 501 Levi's were fitted but loose enough to allow him to sit comfortably on that beloved Dyna he [c]
(17:19:47) JR Porter: affectionately referred to as 'Freya'. Beat up black Thorogoods donned his feet, classic riding boots favored by those who also did hard labor for a living. His mop of dishwater blonde was pulled back into a low ponytail, not so much for the sake of fashion but for the function of keeping his hair from ending up in knots as the wind blew through it on the road. Shit tone of silver rings, tattoos from head to toe, resting bitch face. Yep. Same old JR. [d]
(17:21:59) Ephram's brows lifted as he eyed Hipster's handiwork, pressing in on the top of the burger. "You bought... turkey...burgers..." He said hesitantly, eyeing the prospect with a frown. "They're healthier! Less fat!" The prospect said enthusiastically, holding up the plate. "No no... I get that, but a little..." He eyed the look on the kid's face, stifling a laugh at the utter worry he saw there. His head turned at the raucous sound of Fuse's bike, head turning to regard the approach of the club's very own Sgt at Arms and offering up a lopsided grin. Giving the prospect a distracted glance, he muttered "Fine... make a batch... maybe the health nuts'll be big fans." He reached out to clasp the kids shoulder roughly, in enough of a spirited mood to react favorably toward him before he turned and strolled across the lot toward JR, winding through the growing crowd toward where the bikes were lined up. [c]
(17:22:42) Ephram. A passing glance was afforded to a scantily clad woman along the way before he reached both his brother and Dillie as they walked in through the crowd. His hand extended, meaning to clasp with JR's own in a half-hug before turning toward Dillie and opening his arms for an affectionate embrace toward the woman he saw as something of a sister. "Hey hon. How's it going?" He asked discreetly against her ear, sympathy written on his features as he stepped back to study her features questioningly. He'd not really seen much of her since they'd arrived in town, his own fault...that distance he'd gotten into the habit of putting between himself and loved ones still something of an affliction, growing pains for himself and the club he'd have to get over soon but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. [c]
(17:23:05) Ephram. Gesturing toward the lot and the preparations that had gone into the set up, he eyed JR. "Everything good, SA?" he asked with impish sarcasm, making light of their difficulties in this transitional period. The heavy leather of his cut settled over the black soft patch, a t-shirt with the club's insignia on it, otherwise clad in a pair of loose fit jeans, the chain of his wallet swaying against the heavy set of keys on his hip. The ensemble was complete with several heavy rings upon his knuckles and a pair of scuffed motorcycle boots. [f]
(17:29:52) Dililah. Over the past few weeks, Dililah had started to feel herself drag. She hadn't been sleeping and she's been running around like crazy. Trying to find a job isn't easy, especially in a town that's riddled with corruption and hate. The people here are much more persistent than back in Nevada when it comes to hitting on someone. She's had to drag a prospect with her to places if JR, Eph, or one of the others she trusted were busy in order to feel like she wasn't about to be bombarded by men who thought her to be an easy target. But none of that was important right now. It's the day of the BBQ and Dililah had to make sure she looked her best. A little bit of foundation under her eyes to hide the dark circles from her lack of sleep, and wearing a pair of leather pants and sporting the MC's logo on a black tank top, she made sure to grab her leather jacket as well for the ride. Riding to the event together, Dililah was almost excited and also sort of nervous as to (c)
(17:30:00) Dililah. what kind of attention their little gathering might bring. This city isn't a forgiving place and honestly, from what she reads about? There's a lot of territory issues. But there's one thing running through her head right now, and that's how much she wishes Swick were here. That he could enjoy the get together. But alas, the fool got himself locked up and she'll always be mad that he lied to her about 'being out of town'. That doesn't mean she hates him, though. Either way, right now, she tried to give her very best smile and look like everything was right as rain. Makeup done all nice and fancy and when JR picked her up, she didn't even have the energy to scold him for his driving. Despite the fact that she got a little jerky on the bike, she knew how to hold herself steady. Lots of practice... Once they pulled up to the place, she looked around at it in amazement before letting her eyes linger out towards the rest of the docks. It's one hell of a day for a BBQ. (c)
(17:30:05) Dililah. "Looks pretty nice!" She laughed, overhearing the conversation about turkey burgers. "Who the fuck cares about being healthy today?" She laughed, giving a rather disapproving look towards the prospect. Ephram's warm embrace was met with her own. He's easily one of the only other important persons in her life and someone she has the pleasure to call family, "It's going, and you? I feel like I haven't seen you in a century." That laugh was given, before turning towards JR, "I think with Jameson's driving and turkey burgers, I might be sick later though." Her nose scrunched up in a playful smirk and wink towards her brother. All fun and games right now! (d)
(17:32:10) Gracey had been sleeping in the shop during the time she was setting it up. Which had happened to be the majority of this week. Having just gotten her loan through in order to move her brother's historical parlors contents and licensing just in time to coincide with the movement of WWMC to Basin City. It worked out, and his work with the club, being his most favorite work would in time have begun to become sweet Gracey's biggest priority. She was doing everything she could to show support, as if in some way the spirits of her brother and the club's other fallen would be happy to see it. All there was to do was to continue that work and Grace promised to do so. And she would, that meant finessing this community with her artwork to garner a good view of the club, today apparently. Even without restful sleep she would find herself pulling up to the festivities, the artificial growling roar of her bike cutting through the air in what felt like unison with the others'. >>
(17:32:29) Gracey made no show about pulling in, though it was much bigger than she was, she handled the monster as if it were so smooth and sly as a bitch bike. Thights held tight and each turn was taken with a caress of expertise and respect down the path of the club. As the sound quieted, she'd pitch her kickstand downwhen finding a stop near the other bikes. Hopping off, she'd remove her helmet and shake loose those pink curls. Hand would move now to pat the beast of a fathead she'd ridden in today. It wasn't her primary, or even her little blue bike. This big monster of a ride belonged to her brother, and even if the lithe nature of her frame looked odd upon it, she thought it deserved to be here. "Told you." She'd say to a handlebar, placing a kiss on the chrome there before shifting to stand and shed away her road leather. >>
(17:34:45) Gracey Stepping into the trailer that she'd rigged up the night prior, Gracey would change into her spanky new SUPPORT WWMC tank, tugging it down over bust and to finally rest over hips before red boots kicked the small door open. A chair was planted in front of the trailer. But for now? The vampire needed a beer. After all, someone with a shiner like that on their right eye, no matter how sparkly their makeup is..deserves a fucking beer. Despite all of that, and despite her exhaustion, the heat, her makeup beat for the gods and an impeding work day of what she could presume might be tattooing infinity symbols and semicolons upon the general public, Gracey Mack was in good spirits when she was making her way across the party to the beer garden<E>
(17:36:40) Ruana wasn't exactly sure what to expect; when was the last time she'd even been to a social event that wasn't work related? Man, this was going to be interesting. She'd heard about the barbecue from Ly, her friend urging her to actually get out an go. The events from yesterday had her moving a little more cautiously, the woman opting to walk to the clubhouse rather than Uber. She wasn't up for being in a moving vehicle. Besides being in pain, she was still also mildly hungover. She chose to dress relatively casually for the day- she donned her favorite shirt with a pair of mildly ripped skinny jeans. She finished the outfit off with her mid ankle, gray chucks; nothing fancy, but hey... at least she was comfortable. Her long, blonde locks were pulled back into a viking style braid, a few pieces of simple silver pieces of hair jewlery woven in. It didn't take her long to reach the clubhouse, baby blues searching the crowd for a farmilar face. (c)
(17:39:22) Ruana spotted JR first, the Valkyrie waiting until she caught his eye before offering him a small, friendly wave. Her eyes didn't stay on him long, though, Runa looking for one person in particular; Ly. She knew it'd be hard to spot the girl through the crowds... afterall she was about as tall as a hobbit. Shinies caught her eye- the silver rings that had been put on display. She wandered over to the cases, the Valkyrie momentarily distracted by all the different designs. Poor thing had the attention span of a squirrel sometimes. (e)
(17:45:20) Crowli couldn't help himself. A fucking barbecue with a bunch of people who shared his taste in a ride? Fuck. Yes. Not to mention, Crowley half-hopes that Grimm comes and starts trouble for setting up in his territory. But he's not going there with the intention to start shit. Granted, that's typically what happens, but he'll behave for today. He likes to scope out those around him before making the brunt assumption that everyone is weaker than him. The hound noticed the group in the city a week or two prior and had his thoughts on them. Thoughts to start and make trouble but he didn't have the time with work and whatnot. You would think someone who works for the police department would have morals but Crowley is only in that line of work to help gain intel for Brae and work closely with the other mobs and gangs in the city. They help him out, and in return, he pardons them from their crime to what extent he could. Corruption at it's finest, ladies and gentleman. Crowley (c)
(17:46:03) Crowli. is everything that's fucking wrong with this city. The hound's own bike is quite the interesting contraption. It's almost a mix between a few different types to form one massive beast. Taking the turn in a reckless fashion, he had come up behind Delilah and JR right when they turned into the dock parking lot, parking his bike himself and removing his helmet. Crowley's attire was simple. Faded, dark grey jeans, black t-shirt on with a leather jacket on over that. The removal of the helmet allowed that red hair of his to show, hanging the helmet on the handle bars. "Oi, nice ridin' my friend." That slick, irish accent rolled off the hellhound's tongue, giving props where it's due towards JR. Crowley, himself, rides in a rather reckless fashion but that's because he has zero thoughts on fear itself. Getting off the bike, Crowley's orange hues stared at those coming in, if only to catch a glimpse of someone he'd hoped to show. Nope. No luck. Fuck it. (d)
(18:06:46) Miss Bartender was short but wasn't far from the food. There she was getting some of the prospects to help her set up all the liquor she had gotten her little hands on. Most of them were Kegs and lucky for everyone she brought taps that would just plug right into them. One by one she got the taps into the kegs a few of them she was fighting with only to glare at the men who nicely tried to help. But her bark and bite was pretty bad. Bright blue eyes glared at them as sweetly as she could only to get them to bring out the coolers so they could have a wide selection to choose from. That short woman with silver hair made her way to the grill only to look at the food that was being made. Eyes rolling only to shake her head "Hipster you will die a sad sad boy" teasing him a bit only to inspect everything on how it was going. Of course she was going to nit pick over the beer and food. It was her thing. But soon enough the spit fire moved back to the beer only to pour the first beer.>>
(18:09:04) Miss Bartender>She was showing off her skill on how she held the cup keeping an eye on the head. Bringing the cup to her lips only to look around seeing the faces she knew well enough. Then with that she went to pouring three cups of beer. Leaving the booth with Wild Card's hands to watch till she got back. Holding up the beer to JR and Eph only to smile at them. "It looks amazing." Then looking to Dililah and holding up a beer for her. "It is good to see you as well " after all they all grew up together. Tattoos once again covered in pants and a tank top. Her boots gave her some height so she wasn't that short. Though she did need to go back to her bike to grab something. <
(18:12:51) Maryana made it. Honestly, she wouldn't miss it - how could she? Free food and beer? One didn't have to ask her twice. With her fingers shoved within the front pockets of her ripped jeans. Attire wasn't anything fancy ; a simple white tank with an unbuttoned flannel shirt. She turned the corner and entered the parking lot that was filled with black and gold; like human versions of bees. Everyone was buzzing around and in that moment, she felt... a tad out of place. Everyone seemed to know everyone. And then there was Mary who didn't know anyone - aside from Eph who she helped out and JR whom towed her beloved Greta to their shop. Rocking back and forth on her heel to the balls, she'd allow her deep blues scan each individual, attempting to catch the one person she knew and whom invited her to this shindig. Upon spotting Eph near the bikes, she smirked and made her way towards the bikes, scooping up a beer in passing as she did, digging into one of the coolers to grab a random one. [c]
(18:13:03) Maryana "So, this is where the popular kids are." Mary piped up, glancing between JR, Dillie and Eph with a smirk, before gesturing towards the bikes, "I was referring to these beauts, by the way. Fuck you guys." The woman would state, gesturing her hand towards the three but with a playful smirk gracing her lips. She was only kidding around and figured it was the best way to break the ice than to just stand there awkwardly while sipping her beer. Hated awkward silence - she had to fill it with something, whether it be a joke, or make an observation. Speaking of which - she'd bring the beer to her lips, taking a sip, before gesturing around towards the massive crowd that gathered. "Quite the turn out. Impressed and here I was growing concerned you guys couldn't pull it off." Mary would say casually, but again in a lighthearted tone. [e]
(18:15:26) Chloe Grace had made her way off of a bus earlier that day and had been wandering around. She had fled from her home country, and sought refuge here despite the rumors and ill news about the city. Oh well, she'd find a way to survive. She had before right? New place, new start. Silvery hues denoted blindness of the woman, but her methodical steps suggested otherwise. As if she could see where she was going. But then Chloe did have one of those long canes someone blind used. This city was pretty crouded, so she saw fit to prepare beforehand. >>
(18:15:35) Chloe Grace Wearing special earplugs designed for vampires, it would keep the noise pollution to her sensitive ears to tolerable levels. Being in crowded places wasn't something she was new to after all! Carrying a large bag, it held whatever clothes she had been able to throw in before hurriedly fleeing her home earlier the previous day. Clad in a simple black shirt, pants, and black scarf - she would hardly stand out if not for some of the jewelry the woman wore. Thankfully though the scarf covered up to the bridge of her nose, as well as concealing that silver blonde hair of hers. The shoes on her feet were currently sandals. The high heeled boots were in her bag. Moving around the city, she began to follow a crowd pf people seemingly headed into a bar of sorts. Lots of people! Oh boy. >>
(18:15:43) Chloe Grace. The 5'7" woman moved about silently and entered into the building. Now was as good as any to start looking around for a job and place to stay if she could manage it. Walking up to one of the walls though after finding a suitable spot, she would first listen to the banter of chatter, gauge them for a little bit before engaging into a possible conversation. After all, she was a stranger to this place! It wouldn't do to stir up trouble in a foreign place without knowing everything about it. Chloe takes her time listening to those within the bar for the time being. In the meantime, she could smell good food being cooked as well as a lot of beer apparently. Not that she minded. It seemed there was a lot of people here. << - mistake corrected, event outside
2nd Round
(18:27:13) JR Porter's grin only widened at the sight of his old friend and new club president as he weaved through the crowd to meet them, chuckling beneath his breath and ambling forward to lean in for the shake and a firm pat on his brother's back before straightening out. JR eyed Ephram sidelong as he gestured and ribbed him somewhat for his approval. The SA squinted somewhat, suppressing a smirk as he looked over the slowly growing crowd with a look of deliberation. He had to bite back a sardonic comment about how things might have looked better if they were back in Calaveras but it wasn't all that difficult considering he was pleasantly surprised by the turnout. He relented after a moment with a huff of laughter and reached to pat Eph on the back with the loft of a thick brow. "Brother, you kiddin' me? This is great, not bad for your first event as P," J drawled. "Though you better get that prospect in line, he's draggin' ass" he ribbed in reference to Hipster, though clearly [c]
(18:27:28) JR Porter: it was total bullshit. That kid poured all his blood, sweat and tears into getting this event going. He glanced over at Dillie with some amusement at her comment, looking back towards Eph as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a rough squeeze. "Yeah but she's a trooper, lucky she didn't fly off like a paper bag the way I hauled ass getting back here," he crooned, releasing her to let her get things going with raffle duties. Shock blues scanned out toward the street again curiously as he heard another bike arrive, squinting against the glaring light of the sun reflecting off shiny chrome. Ah yes, there she was, that shock of pink gave her away. He smirked inwardly at the sight of Gracey dismounting the bike, though he was at too great a distance to fully notice the shiner she was sporting. His gaze lingered on her a moment before overlooking the crowd again. In his scan over a sea of various faces, he caught the viking woman's gaze which had already [c]
(18:27:36) JR Porter: seemed to have found him. Lylla's friend, right? Yeah...He hoped he was getting that right. He offered a tight lipped smile, nod, and a wave before his attention was stolen by the brash call of a foreign voice behind him. The brute whipped his head over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, searching for the face that coincided with the voice as his shoulders tensed. JR looked the man over with a stern, distant glance before easing up on the SA duties a bit and nodding in response. "Thanks," he responded vaguely, pivoting around momentarily to approach him and leaning in to offer his hand in greeting. "JR, what's your name, man?" JR inquired with the loft of a brow, his voice low and gravelly as if the man had smoked one too many cigarettes in his life. This guy's energy felt uncomfortably familiar, but likely because he came from the same place as the creature the club was indentured to...SA duties in full effect already. His attention drew away only a moment as [c]
(18:27:44) JR Porter: Lylla appeared in typical Lylla fashion, piping up and offering him a beer. A smirk threatened the corner of his lips as he took the cup from her hand and held it up to inspect it. Pale enough? Yeah sure. "Thanks, Sis," he murmured, raising it slightly at her before bringing it to his lips. As per usual, the damn thing soaked the fringes of his mustache but it didn't seem to bother him at this point. He glanced over at Crow and jutted his chin towards the beer garden, "beer's on us, enjoy yourself," he murmured congenially enough by JR standards...Though he'd be keeping tabs. JR pivoted back toward where Eph and Dillie had been standing at the sound of a familiar and boisterous female voice that had announced herself to the group. He eyed Eph a moment with quiet inquisition and scanned the crowd with some strain of concern for a certain old man who might or might not have made it out that day. Oh boy. Though he recovered quickly and smirked at Mary, releasing a [c]
(18:27:53) JR Porter: mirthful huff of laughter at her brazen ribbing. He got a kick out of that kind of fire she was spitting. "Hey there, how's Greta?" He greeted, promptly asking after her poor chopper as if he harbored genuine concern for the state of it. "You givin' her the love and attention she deserves" A thick brow lofted expectantly as lifted his beer to his lips, eyeing her impishly over the rim of that plastic cup. [d]
(18:49:12) Ephram eyed him inquisitively as his brother gave a quick look around at the festivities. "Well, seems like people know how to have a good time." A mockingly scolding look was given back to Hip, before nodding with a bit of well placed approval. As music suddenly took to sound over the speakers, his head turned momentarily before he grinned at Dillie's quip toward the prospect before moving into that hug, speaking a little louder over the volume as they broke away. "I'm good, and yeah, I know... I gotta get out more." He said with exaggerated apology. He glanced toward JR with a small knowing smile before laughing. "We got some prime beef too," he said, smirking despite himself before continuing. "Hes just... being a concerned mama." He grinned, glancing back once more at the prospect who'd gone into flipping the burgers. He nodded once more as Dillie moved away, gaze lifting as Gracey arrived, eyeing up the bike she rode in on with some measure of appreciation. [c]
(18:49:44) Ephram. Trying to catch her eye with a wave of welcome only failed when the vampire's attention was stolen by the need to imbibe in a beer, lowering his hand. His gaze leveled upon the redhead who'd shown up with a quick, distracted glance before turning toward Lylla as she approached, lofting a brow at her dig toward Hipster who only smirked with good natured humor. "Lets hope not, Ms. Lylla." He said with a respectful smile, casting his eyes down at the burger he was flipping almost shyly before she'd wandered off back to her bike. "Thanks Lyl" Ephram called after her. Mary's arrival had his attention shifting over, nodding to her as she approached with an amiable smile before her jab had him biting back a laugh. "Look who decided to show up?" He started in, before JR went about asking toward Greta's state and he quieted before Mary asked them a question and he lofted a brow. [c]
(18:50:04) Ephram. "Yeah, I don't think we knew what to expect either... already sent the other prospect on a grocery run just to make sure we've got enough for everybody." He took a moment to glance toward yet another unfamiliar face in Chloe, narrowing his vision on the haze of the aura that surrounded her before glancing back toward Mary and nod, walking toward the coolers to procure himself a beer and popping it open to take a long drink before rejoining the remaining two. [f] - mistake editted ooc mention, Lyl gave Eph beer
(18:55:29) Dililah couldn't help but laugh at JR, shaking her head and rolling her eyes with a grin. "Like you would have let it happen, anyway." She played back before Di's attention had taken towards Crowley, giving him a once over before taking in his bike. Interesting.. She didn't really say much, but acknowledge his existence. She's too busy taking in the sights, herself and greeting her other brother form another mother. "I think you did a damn good job." She smirked up at Eph and let a little one slip in the prospect's direction. Most of the prospects don't fuck with Dililah. Not unless they wanna get harassed by the small woman but today, she's merely being playful. Glancing over towards Grace, she smiled and waved, "Grace, lovely!" She waved her over, and if she obliged, a hug would be given to the girl. Lord, it's been a while since she's seen the tattoo artist! "What happened to your eye?" she asked curiously before looking over at Ly, who brought her a nice cold beer. (c)
(18:55:36) Dililah. Taking it with a smile, Dililah smirked, "Thank you! It's good to see you, too, doll. And how are you two girls?" She hugged Lylla in greeting as well. Mary came over and joined them and Di had to laugh, "Nah, they're not the cool kids," She brought a hand to her mouth to project her voice a bit, "All the cool kids, come get your fucking raffle tickets!!" She yelled, holding her beer up in a sort of 'cheers' mannerism. Walking towards the small booth that had been set up, she picked up a roll of tickets, taking a swig of her beer and beginning to hand out the tickets, advising how to fill them and out how to win the prizes. Greeting Chloe, Di handed her a ticket, "There you are, darlin'. Th'name's Dililah and you?" God forbid she doesn't remember this girl.. Unfortunately, there's too many people affiliated with the MC for her to remember other people's friends. (d)
(19:01:29) Gracey knew a few of the people in attendance. Some of which since they had been small ankle biting little shits. Some, she'd known since before they became antiques. But that was always Grace, she minded her damn business until spoken to most of the time. Leaning on the makeshift table where the booze was, she'd ask W.C. for one which would be swiftly handed to her. "That for your eye, Gracey?" "No it's for your ass, don't worry now, it's a party. I was ugly before all of this." She would tease, snapping her cap into a nearby can with a clink of metal on glass. The vampire's brown eyes gazed about the attendance and for the first tiem in a long time, she smiled. Happy to see her extended family in a good place this afternoon.>>
(19:01:56) Gracey It was then that the vampire would make her way to Ephram, uncaring about if she was cutting in. Because here they were family, and family isn't family if they totally respect your privacy. "You thought I wasn't coming, Dinnya?" Head tilt, rosey curls falling over her shoulder as she raised a brow, that commoner, cockney accent of hers filling the air. No matter how long she'd been here in the states, what was stuck, was stuck. But it seemed she herself was never stuck in one place too long because Dililah was calling after her. "Hello bird!" Grace would make her way over and wrap unleathered arms around Dililah warmly, placing a kiss in the short woman's hair. Grace was exceptionally warm for a dead lady it seemed. Letting go, her unbeerdened hand would move to her eye which was though covered in makeup, a shining reddish purple. "Ah run into some trouble with a couple of fellows who don't like vampires when I was setting up the shop. I'm going to assume that's what it was. >>
(19:03:20) Gracey"But, best behavior and all.." Gracey said, due to the presence in the city just beginning. That best behavior thing was a measure of respect for the club, her business brandishing a nice piece of art in the window boasting support was good reason for her not to become violent. Oh, the measure of restraint that the woman showed was a superb thing. But, Gracey shrugged, still smiling enough to reveal one broken fang. "I'll heal up, and I'll tell later. For now, happy party, eh?" It seemed Dilly was off to sell tickets, and so after a moment the vampire would make her way over to purchase a few quietly, taking her ticket butts and stuffing them into her bra before heading herself over to sit in the chair near her tattoo trailer. "COME GET COLORED ON!" The colorful haired woman would holler.<E>
(19:08:14) Ruana wasn't one to stand still for very long. Soon enough she spotted the liquor, Runa already headed in that direction. That was when she spotted Ly, an award winning grin taking over her features. "How you feeling today?" There was no way she wasn't hungover as well- if she wasn't Runa was going to be salty as hell. "Also, is this stuff you've brewed yourself?!" She hoped so- she was itching to try some of it. She shifted her weight so that she could put it on her good side, hers coming up so that she could lean on the counter. "This is really nice," she commented mildly. She moved over so that she was standing off to the side and turned so that her back was to Ly, her elbows propping up on the counter once more. She could still turn her head to look at her friend, which she would as soon as the woman started speaking to her. She was surprised by how comfortable the atmosphere was; while she didn't really know anyone, she still didn't feel awkward. It was refreshing, >
(19:08:24) Ruana: >actually. She caught sight of the makeshift tattoo shop, the Valk raising a well manicured eyebrow. "Hey, if I get my first tattoo, will you hold my hand?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Ly- she was joking.. for the most part. Dililah was offered a warm smile when she appeared next to Ly, "Hey there. We're alright." She had no idea whether or not Dililah was talking to her in particular or not, but eh. Too late to backtrack now! And then there was the announcement for raffle tickets that had her perking some. "I'll take ten." She waited to hear a total before she dug around in her wallet to fork the cash over. Grace's bellowed words had her attention briefly flickering over to the tattoo rig once more; she was probably going to get one before the night was over. (e)
(19:15:21) Crowli found the newbies of the city exhilarating. New people to fuck with and he could tell that they have no idea what kind of shit they've just stepped into by coming to this city but they'll soon learn, no doubt. Crowley took JR's hand with a grin, "Crowley. Nice set up you got goin' for ya here." Those amber-golden eyes of his staked the place out, trying to figure out who's part of the MC and who are just here for the free booze and drinks. Whether this is invite-only or not, Crowley didn't really give a shit. It's not his first rodeo crashing parties and he had only heard about it in passing. The hound was headed this way to do some business with Grimm anyhow. Crowley's own aura is a mixture of colors. Reds, oranges and black. A mixture of ancient powers at play, gifted by Satan below so it's a bit different from most hellhounds. He's not almighty and powerful, but enough to give off an uncomfortable vibe. Lighting up a cigarette, he took a drag and let his eyes (c)
(19:15:33) Crowli. fall upon JR once more, "How long ago did you guys come into town?" he questioned. Looking over at Dililah, who's announcement had been made drew a grin, "Sister I take it? You two look similar." It didn't have anything to do with the fact that he could smell it. The offer of free beer struck home with him, "Aye, don't mind if I do. Thanks." Taking a beer from where ever offered, he'd take a sip. "Damn, this is come good shit." He looked at Lylla, "Where does one get this shit?" Once Dililah made her rounds over towards him, he pulled out a couple hundred bucks and handed it to her and took his tickets in exchange. Way to flaunt your money, Crowley. But hey, he's all about supporting a local MC. There's not one around here anymore that has such strong bonds like he can tell this one might have. They might prove to be tricky in scaring out of town. (d)
(19:29:31) Miss Bartender smiled to JR "Of course Goldie locks." that man taught her a lot of things, but for one they were siblings in the end. Eph was her late sister's husband so to her, she needed to take care of the guy when he needed a shoulder. Ly was happy to be back with the group no matter what was going on. Though a few faces were missing and it made her sad. Ollie told her what happened to Swick and she honestly was excited to see him back. Of course she missed her best male friend ever. Then again she figured if he was around the keg's would have special wraps hand knitted for them. "I missed you so much sweetie. We need to catch up" Speaking to Dililah only to also buy a good amount of tickets. But it wasn't just her flaunting money, oops. Looking to the man and Runa as she walked back to the make shift bar she cocked her head trying to figure out which brew they were drinking. "I have that hidden..I don't think it is ready." But soon enough with the man she never met before >
(19:29:53) Miss Bartender>words rolling around she took Runa's cup and sipped at it. Seemed her secret brew was out and ready to mingle. "I still don't think it is done" Handing it back to Runa only to hug her friend tightly "Thank you for coming. " But the man had her attention now. "That sir was brewed by me. So I guess when I get my bar finished at my place." her hand was extended to him "My name is Lylla" those bright blue eyes moved on him taking in his manor in every way only for her to speak back to Runa. "Yes as long I might as well. It seems you met drunk me last night." it was a blessing she didn't have a hangover. <
(19:32:16) Maryana held her hands up, nodding once. "Of course I did. You said free beers. Just admit it, you're excited to see me." She playfully poked fun at Eph, but she was surprised he'd assume that she wouldn't have shown up. Another sip was had from her beer, licking her lower lip before she'd nod. "Absolutely. I take care of her better than I take care of myself." Greta was her baby and her way of escaping the city on the drop of a dime if she needed to. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Goldielocks." Mary would assure JR with a playful nickname, reusing Lylla's. That playful smirk was hidden behind that beer, silencing her chuckle by taking a sip. Nodding, she would shift her gaze towards Dillie who spoke, tossing in her voice in the conversation. "Of course not. The bikes are the show stoppers. These two are just the models." [c]
(19:32:37) Maryana stated gesturing with an index finger between Eph and JR. Lifting her hand, she'd stifle the smallest of burps, again nodding as she'd sweep her gaze on the crowd. "Definitely. You guys should really think of being party planners." A broad grin would grow, giving the two a side glance, before holding her hand up into the air above her head, "I'll snag a ticket!" Mary would call over to Dillie. Just one ticket. She felt the odds were in her favor. Free hand would shove down within the pockets that really weren't pockets to pull out a few wrinkled and bundled up ones. "How much?" Once a total was given, Mary would hand the cash. "Sorry...Accidentally washed them. At least they smell good, right?" Smirk. But when the tickets were exhanged, she'd shove them into the same pocket she had the wrinkled money in. "What are these tickets for?" [c]
(19:33:11) Maryana would ask, looking between JR and Eph, assuming Dillie went off to sell more tickets. But before her question would be answered, her attention was quickly diverted towards another shouting over the music to announce tattoos? Oh fuck yes. Mary didn't head over just yet... In stead, she was counting how much money she had in her head, biting her lower lip slightly in thought. As much as she wanted a tattoo, she wasn't even sure if she could afford it. As she was finishing off her first beer, her attention fell upon Crowley, recognizing him immediately. Eyes slowly narrowed, before she would then turn her attention towards Eph and JR with a serious expression, stepping closer to the both of them, "Hey.. That guy over there?" She'd gesture with her beer, towards Crowley who was now chatting up Lylla. [c]
(19:34:03) Maryana "He's a fucking cop." How did she know? She lived on the streets. "He let me off when I was loitering." Her tone was quiet, but felt that the two needed to know. "Just thought you guys should know..." [e]
(19:45:19) Chloe Grace stayed close to the wall simply listening while outside. Based on the movements of those here, it seemed to be a celebration of some kind. She could feel eyes briefly on her, but at the moment could not place where it was coming from before it seemed to fade. Chloe's aura, if one were to observe, stretched a little outward before suddenly wrapping itself so close to her form it nearly disappeared. All of this of course, she remained unaware of. Seeing auras wasn't her gift. Seeing one's essence, on the other hand, was. >>
(19:45:25) Chloe Grace stayed quiet to listen and "people watch" through her vision. Judging by the smell of those around, and that some of the people looked brighter then others in terms of essence, there were a mixure of races here. Some living, some undead, and others of different species most likely. The vampire had been around long enough to know there were more races then humans thought possible. Unsure of what all to expect, she focuses a little on the many conversations going on, picking up on them one at a time. >>
(19:45:32) Chloe Grace. The noise pollution of the city made this harder on her, but at least it was tolerable thanks to the earplugs she was wearing. Hearing a woman's voice though, her attention went from observing and listening to solely focusing on the one speaking to her. An introduction, name given, Chloe nodded. Silvery hues turned towards Dililah. Speaking, Chloe's thick Egyptian accent came from her mouth once a hand moved up to push down the black scarf enough for her to speak. "Pleasure to meet you, Dililah. I'm Chloe Grace. I'm actually looking for a place to stay, and find a job if possible." When offered to buy a ticket, the woman moved the same hand about an inside pocket. Pulling out just enough for a single ticket and making the exchange. >>
(19:45:42) Chloe Grace afterwards she situated the scarf better after realizing a strand of silvery blonde hair had gotten loose. If there was light outside, then light gilded tanned skin would be showing. A gold septum was also clearly visible now that the scarf had been moved down when she went to speak. A light smile tugged sultry lips upwards into a gentle smile. Though her mouth stayed closed just in case. Fangs and all! Lifting her head slightly, she heard a woman's voice calling over about tattoos. That would be lovely! But for the moment, she could wait until she got a paying job before getting one. <<
(18:27:13) JR Porter's grin only widened at the sight of his old friend and new club president as he weaved through the crowd to meet them, chuckling beneath his breath and ambling forward to lean in for the shake and a firm pat on his brother's back before straightening out. JR eyed Ephram sidelong as he gestured and ribbed him somewhat for his approval. The SA squinted somewhat, suppressing a smirk as he looked over the slowly growing crowd with a look of deliberation. He had to bite back a sardonic comment about how things might have looked better if they were back in Calaveras but it wasn't all that difficult considering he was pleasantly surprised by the turnout. He relented after a moment with a huff of laughter and reached to pat Eph on the back with the loft of a thick brow. "Brother, you kiddin' me? This is great, not bad for your first event as P," J drawled. "Though you better get that prospect in line, he's draggin' ass" he ribbed in reference to Hipster, though clearly [c]
(18:27:28) JR Porter: it was total bullshit. That kid poured all his blood, sweat and tears into getting this event going. He glanced over at Dillie with some amusement at her comment, looking back towards Eph as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a rough squeeze. "Yeah but she's a trooper, lucky she didn't fly off like a paper bag the way I hauled ass getting back here," he crooned, releasing her to let her get things going with raffle duties. Shock blues scanned out toward the street again curiously as he heard another bike arrive, squinting against the glaring light of the sun reflecting off shiny chrome. Ah yes, there she was, that shock of pink gave her away. He smirked inwardly at the sight of Gracey dismounting the bike, though he was at too great a distance to fully notice the shiner she was sporting. His gaze lingered on her a moment before overlooking the crowd again. In his scan over a sea of various faces, he caught the viking woman's gaze which had already [c]
(18:27:36) JR Porter: seemed to have found him. Lylla's friend, right? Yeah...He hoped he was getting that right. He offered a tight lipped smile, nod, and a wave before his attention was stolen by the brash call of a foreign voice behind him. The brute whipped his head over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, searching for the face that coincided with the voice as his shoulders tensed. JR looked the man over with a stern, distant glance before easing up on the SA duties a bit and nodding in response. "Thanks," he responded vaguely, pivoting around momentarily to approach him and leaning in to offer his hand in greeting. "JR, what's your name, man?" JR inquired with the loft of a brow, his voice low and gravelly as if the man had smoked one too many cigarettes in his life. This guy's energy felt uncomfortably familiar, but likely because he came from the same place as the creature the club was indentured to...SA duties in full effect already. His attention drew away only a moment as [c]
(18:27:44) JR Porter: Lylla appeared in typical Lylla fashion, piping up and offering him a beer. A smirk threatened the corner of his lips as he took the cup from her hand and held it up to inspect it. Pale enough? Yeah sure. "Thanks, Sis," he murmured, raising it slightly at her before bringing it to his lips. As per usual, the damn thing soaked the fringes of his mustache but it didn't seem to bother him at this point. He glanced over at Crow and jutted his chin towards the beer garden, "beer's on us, enjoy yourself," he murmured congenially enough by JR standards...Though he'd be keeping tabs. JR pivoted back toward where Eph and Dillie had been standing at the sound of a familiar and boisterous female voice that had announced herself to the group. He eyed Eph a moment with quiet inquisition and scanned the crowd with some strain of concern for a certain old man who might or might not have made it out that day. Oh boy. Though he recovered quickly and smirked at Mary, releasing a [c]
(18:27:53) JR Porter: mirthful huff of laughter at her brazen ribbing. He got a kick out of that kind of fire she was spitting. "Hey there, how's Greta?" He greeted, promptly asking after her poor chopper as if he harbored genuine concern for the state of it. "You givin' her the love and attention she deserves" A thick brow lofted expectantly as lifted his beer to his lips, eyeing her impishly over the rim of that plastic cup. [d]
(18:49:12) Ephram eyed him inquisitively as his brother gave a quick look around at the festivities. "Well, seems like people know how to have a good time." A mockingly scolding look was given back to Hip, before nodding with a bit of well placed approval. As music suddenly took to sound over the speakers, his head turned momentarily before he grinned at Dillie's quip toward the prospect before moving into that hug, speaking a little louder over the volume as they broke away. "I'm good, and yeah, I know... I gotta get out more." He said with exaggerated apology. He glanced toward JR with a small knowing smile before laughing. "We got some prime beef too," he said, smirking despite himself before continuing. "Hes just... being a concerned mama." He grinned, glancing back once more at the prospect who'd gone into flipping the burgers. He nodded once more as Dillie moved away, gaze lifting as Gracey arrived, eyeing up the bike she rode in on with some measure of appreciation. [c]
(18:49:44) Ephram. Trying to catch her eye with a wave of welcome only failed when the vampire's attention was stolen by the need to imbibe in a beer, lowering his hand. His gaze leveled upon the redhead who'd shown up with a quick, distracted glance before turning toward Lylla as she approached, lofting a brow at her dig toward Hipster who only smirked with good natured humor. "Lets hope not, Ms. Lylla." He said with a respectful smile, casting his eyes down at the burger he was flipping almost shyly before she'd wandered off back to her bike. "Thanks Lyl" Ephram called after her. Mary's arrival had his attention shifting over, nodding to her as she approached with an amiable smile before her jab had him biting back a laugh. "Look who decided to show up?" He started in, before JR went about asking toward Greta's state and he quieted before Mary asked them a question and he lofted a brow. [c]
(18:50:04) Ephram. "Yeah, I don't think we knew what to expect either... already sent the other prospect on a grocery run just to make sure we've got enough for everybody." He took a moment to glance toward yet another unfamiliar face in Chloe, narrowing his vision on the haze of the aura that surrounded her before glancing back toward Mary and nod, walking toward the coolers to procure himself a beer and popping it open to take a long drink before rejoining the remaining two. [f] - mistake editted ooc mention, Lyl gave Eph beer
(18:55:29) Dililah couldn't help but laugh at JR, shaking her head and rolling her eyes with a grin. "Like you would have let it happen, anyway." She played back before Di's attention had taken towards Crowley, giving him a once over before taking in his bike. Interesting.. She didn't really say much, but acknowledge his existence. She's too busy taking in the sights, herself and greeting her other brother form another mother. "I think you did a damn good job." She smirked up at Eph and let a little one slip in the prospect's direction. Most of the prospects don't fuck with Dililah. Not unless they wanna get harassed by the small woman but today, she's merely being playful. Glancing over towards Grace, she smiled and waved, "Grace, lovely!" She waved her over, and if she obliged, a hug would be given to the girl. Lord, it's been a while since she's seen the tattoo artist! "What happened to your eye?" she asked curiously before looking over at Ly, who brought her a nice cold beer. (c)
(18:55:36) Dililah. Taking it with a smile, Dililah smirked, "Thank you! It's good to see you, too, doll. And how are you two girls?" She hugged Lylla in greeting as well. Mary came over and joined them and Di had to laugh, "Nah, they're not the cool kids," She brought a hand to her mouth to project her voice a bit, "All the cool kids, come get your fucking raffle tickets!!" She yelled, holding her beer up in a sort of 'cheers' mannerism. Walking towards the small booth that had been set up, she picked up a roll of tickets, taking a swig of her beer and beginning to hand out the tickets, advising how to fill them and out how to win the prizes. Greeting Chloe, Di handed her a ticket, "There you are, darlin'. Th'name's Dililah and you?" God forbid she doesn't remember this girl.. Unfortunately, there's too many people affiliated with the MC for her to remember other people's friends. (d)
(19:01:29) Gracey knew a few of the people in attendance. Some of which since they had been small ankle biting little shits. Some, she'd known since before they became antiques. But that was always Grace, she minded her damn business until spoken to most of the time. Leaning on the makeshift table where the booze was, she'd ask W.C. for one which would be swiftly handed to her. "That for your eye, Gracey?" "No it's for your ass, don't worry now, it's a party. I was ugly before all of this." She would tease, snapping her cap into a nearby can with a clink of metal on glass. The vampire's brown eyes gazed about the attendance and for the first tiem in a long time, she smiled. Happy to see her extended family in a good place this afternoon.>>
(19:01:56) Gracey It was then that the vampire would make her way to Ephram, uncaring about if she was cutting in. Because here they were family, and family isn't family if they totally respect your privacy. "You thought I wasn't coming, Dinnya?" Head tilt, rosey curls falling over her shoulder as she raised a brow, that commoner, cockney accent of hers filling the air. No matter how long she'd been here in the states, what was stuck, was stuck. But it seemed she herself was never stuck in one place too long because Dililah was calling after her. "Hello bird!" Grace would make her way over and wrap unleathered arms around Dililah warmly, placing a kiss in the short woman's hair. Grace was exceptionally warm for a dead lady it seemed. Letting go, her unbeerdened hand would move to her eye which was though covered in makeup, a shining reddish purple. "Ah run into some trouble with a couple of fellows who don't like vampires when I was setting up the shop. I'm going to assume that's what it was. >>
(19:03:20) Gracey"But, best behavior and all.." Gracey said, due to the presence in the city just beginning. That best behavior thing was a measure of respect for the club, her business brandishing a nice piece of art in the window boasting support was good reason for her not to become violent. Oh, the measure of restraint that the woman showed was a superb thing. But, Gracey shrugged, still smiling enough to reveal one broken fang. "I'll heal up, and I'll tell later. For now, happy party, eh?" It seemed Dilly was off to sell tickets, and so after a moment the vampire would make her way over to purchase a few quietly, taking her ticket butts and stuffing them into her bra before heading herself over to sit in the chair near her tattoo trailer. "COME GET COLORED ON!" The colorful haired woman would holler.<E>
(19:08:14) Ruana wasn't one to stand still for very long. Soon enough she spotted the liquor, Runa already headed in that direction. That was when she spotted Ly, an award winning grin taking over her features. "How you feeling today?" There was no way she wasn't hungover as well- if she wasn't Runa was going to be salty as hell. "Also, is this stuff you've brewed yourself?!" She hoped so- she was itching to try some of it. She shifted her weight so that she could put it on her good side, hers coming up so that she could lean on the counter. "This is really nice," she commented mildly. She moved over so that she was standing off to the side and turned so that her back was to Ly, her elbows propping up on the counter once more. She could still turn her head to look at her friend, which she would as soon as the woman started speaking to her. She was surprised by how comfortable the atmosphere was; while she didn't really know anyone, she still didn't feel awkward. It was refreshing, >
(19:08:24) Ruana: >actually. She caught sight of the makeshift tattoo shop, the Valk raising a well manicured eyebrow. "Hey, if I get my first tattoo, will you hold my hand?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Ly- she was joking.. for the most part. Dililah was offered a warm smile when she appeared next to Ly, "Hey there. We're alright." She had no idea whether or not Dililah was talking to her in particular or not, but eh. Too late to backtrack now! And then there was the announcement for raffle tickets that had her perking some. "I'll take ten." She waited to hear a total before she dug around in her wallet to fork the cash over. Grace's bellowed words had her attention briefly flickering over to the tattoo rig once more; she was probably going to get one before the night was over. (e)
(19:15:21) Crowli found the newbies of the city exhilarating. New people to fuck with and he could tell that they have no idea what kind of shit they've just stepped into by coming to this city but they'll soon learn, no doubt. Crowley took JR's hand with a grin, "Crowley. Nice set up you got goin' for ya here." Those amber-golden eyes of his staked the place out, trying to figure out who's part of the MC and who are just here for the free booze and drinks. Whether this is invite-only or not, Crowley didn't really give a shit. It's not his first rodeo crashing parties and he had only heard about it in passing. The hound was headed this way to do some business with Grimm anyhow. Crowley's own aura is a mixture of colors. Reds, oranges and black. A mixture of ancient powers at play, gifted by Satan below so it's a bit different from most hellhounds. He's not almighty and powerful, but enough to give off an uncomfortable vibe. Lighting up a cigarette, he took a drag and let his eyes (c)
(19:15:33) Crowli. fall upon JR once more, "How long ago did you guys come into town?" he questioned. Looking over at Dililah, who's announcement had been made drew a grin, "Sister I take it? You two look similar." It didn't have anything to do with the fact that he could smell it. The offer of free beer struck home with him, "Aye, don't mind if I do. Thanks." Taking a beer from where ever offered, he'd take a sip. "Damn, this is come good shit." He looked at Lylla, "Where does one get this shit?" Once Dililah made her rounds over towards him, he pulled out a couple hundred bucks and handed it to her and took his tickets in exchange. Way to flaunt your money, Crowley. But hey, he's all about supporting a local MC. There's not one around here anymore that has such strong bonds like he can tell this one might have. They might prove to be tricky in scaring out of town. (d)
(19:29:31) Miss Bartender smiled to JR "Of course Goldie locks." that man taught her a lot of things, but for one they were siblings in the end. Eph was her late sister's husband so to her, she needed to take care of the guy when he needed a shoulder. Ly was happy to be back with the group no matter what was going on. Though a few faces were missing and it made her sad. Ollie told her what happened to Swick and she honestly was excited to see him back. Of course she missed her best male friend ever. Then again she figured if he was around the keg's would have special wraps hand knitted for them. "I missed you so much sweetie. We need to catch up" Speaking to Dililah only to also buy a good amount of tickets. But it wasn't just her flaunting money, oops. Looking to the man and Runa as she walked back to the make shift bar she cocked her head trying to figure out which brew they were drinking. "I have that hidden..I don't think it is ready." But soon enough with the man she never met before >
(19:29:53) Miss Bartender>words rolling around she took Runa's cup and sipped at it. Seemed her secret brew was out and ready to mingle. "I still don't think it is done" Handing it back to Runa only to hug her friend tightly "Thank you for coming. " But the man had her attention now. "That sir was brewed by me. So I guess when I get my bar finished at my place." her hand was extended to him "My name is Lylla" those bright blue eyes moved on him taking in his manor in every way only for her to speak back to Runa. "Yes as long I might as well. It seems you met drunk me last night." it was a blessing she didn't have a hangover. <
(19:32:16) Maryana held her hands up, nodding once. "Of course I did. You said free beers. Just admit it, you're excited to see me." She playfully poked fun at Eph, but she was surprised he'd assume that she wouldn't have shown up. Another sip was had from her beer, licking her lower lip before she'd nod. "Absolutely. I take care of her better than I take care of myself." Greta was her baby and her way of escaping the city on the drop of a dime if she needed to. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Goldielocks." Mary would assure JR with a playful nickname, reusing Lylla's. That playful smirk was hidden behind that beer, silencing her chuckle by taking a sip. Nodding, she would shift her gaze towards Dillie who spoke, tossing in her voice in the conversation. "Of course not. The bikes are the show stoppers. These two are just the models." [c]
(19:32:37) Maryana stated gesturing with an index finger between Eph and JR. Lifting her hand, she'd stifle the smallest of burps, again nodding as she'd sweep her gaze on the crowd. "Definitely. You guys should really think of being party planners." A broad grin would grow, giving the two a side glance, before holding her hand up into the air above her head, "I'll snag a ticket!" Mary would call over to Dillie. Just one ticket. She felt the odds were in her favor. Free hand would shove down within the pockets that really weren't pockets to pull out a few wrinkled and bundled up ones. "How much?" Once a total was given, Mary would hand the cash. "Sorry...Accidentally washed them. At least they smell good, right?" Smirk. But when the tickets were exhanged, she'd shove them into the same pocket she had the wrinkled money in. "What are these tickets for?" [c]
(19:33:11) Maryana would ask, looking between JR and Eph, assuming Dillie went off to sell more tickets. But before her question would be answered, her attention was quickly diverted towards another shouting over the music to announce tattoos? Oh fuck yes. Mary didn't head over just yet... In stead, she was counting how much money she had in her head, biting her lower lip slightly in thought. As much as she wanted a tattoo, she wasn't even sure if she could afford it. As she was finishing off her first beer, her attention fell upon Crowley, recognizing him immediately. Eyes slowly narrowed, before she would then turn her attention towards Eph and JR with a serious expression, stepping closer to the both of them, "Hey.. That guy over there?" She'd gesture with her beer, towards Crowley who was now chatting up Lylla. [c]
(19:34:03) Maryana "He's a fucking cop." How did she know? She lived on the streets. "He let me off when I was loitering." Her tone was quiet, but felt that the two needed to know. "Just thought you guys should know..." [e]
(19:45:19) Chloe Grace stayed close to the wall simply listening while outside. Based on the movements of those here, it seemed to be a celebration of some kind. She could feel eyes briefly on her, but at the moment could not place where it was coming from before it seemed to fade. Chloe's aura, if one were to observe, stretched a little outward before suddenly wrapping itself so close to her form it nearly disappeared. All of this of course, she remained unaware of. Seeing auras wasn't her gift. Seeing one's essence, on the other hand, was. >>
(19:45:25) Chloe Grace stayed quiet to listen and "people watch" through her vision. Judging by the smell of those around, and that some of the people looked brighter then others in terms of essence, there were a mixure of races here. Some living, some undead, and others of different species most likely. The vampire had been around long enough to know there were more races then humans thought possible. Unsure of what all to expect, she focuses a little on the many conversations going on, picking up on them one at a time. >>
(19:45:32) Chloe Grace. The noise pollution of the city made this harder on her, but at least it was tolerable thanks to the earplugs she was wearing. Hearing a woman's voice though, her attention went from observing and listening to solely focusing on the one speaking to her. An introduction, name given, Chloe nodded. Silvery hues turned towards Dililah. Speaking, Chloe's thick Egyptian accent came from her mouth once a hand moved up to push down the black scarf enough for her to speak. "Pleasure to meet you, Dililah. I'm Chloe Grace. I'm actually looking for a place to stay, and find a job if possible." When offered to buy a ticket, the woman moved the same hand about an inside pocket. Pulling out just enough for a single ticket and making the exchange. >>
(19:45:42) Chloe Grace afterwards she situated the scarf better after realizing a strand of silvery blonde hair had gotten loose. If there was light outside, then light gilded tanned skin would be showing. A gold septum was also clearly visible now that the scarf had been moved down when she went to speak. A light smile tugged sultry lips upwards into a gentle smile. Though her mouth stayed closed just in case. Fangs and all! Lifting her head slightly, she heard a woman's voice calling over about tattoos. That would be lovely! But for the moment, she could wait until she got a paying job before getting one. <<
3rd Round
(20:04:47) JR Porter nodded emphatically in response to Eph's observation of the crowd, offering a shit eating grin over to Hip who already looked to be weary. "Fuckin' turkey burgers..." he huffed with humored incredulity "we did not pick the wrong road name for that kid." JR eyed Eph sidelong as he mentioned the heftier options on the menu and he nodded decidedly. "Damn right we do I told him to pick that shit up specifically," the brute informed his friend with a toothy grin. He let loose another huff of laughter and shrugged a bit when Dillie asserted that he wouldn't let her fly off. "Ehh," he almost looked to be deliberating as he fought back a damnable smirk, letting his gaze fall to her once more "depends on whether or not ya piss me off, Dil," he waggled his brows, instantly tensing his gut as if he expected to get punched shortly after he opened his mouth. Soon after, he found himself getting sidetracked by the newcomer and the beer from Lylla. He snorted softly at the [c]
(20:04:54) JR Porter: nickname she tossed his way and looked her over "you're lucky you're family, kid," he crooned playfully. JR then nodded to Crow when he complimented their set up, swigging his beer as he looked him over with a calculating gaze. "Thanks man," he replied again, craning his gaze over his shoulder to take in the milling crowd that seemed to be mixing well enough on their own. The SA looked a bit distracted at the sound of a familiar sound of a cockney accent exchanging greetings with the family that stood behind him. He resisted the urge to swing around and to say hello and engage her regarding some personal business he wanted to pass her way. But first things first, with that newly placed officer's ring fused with the flesh and bone of his finger, he had to do his job. He wrangled his attention back towards Crow and regarded him with a guarded curiosity when he asked how long they'd been in town and JR canted his head, feigning casualness in the form of a shrug. "Eh, [c]
(20:05:03) JR Porter: not long," he replied vaguely, glancing over his shoulder at Eph. It wasn't until the man mentioned his sister that his attention whipped back to him. Cold blues narrowed on him, brows furrowing slightly as his jaw worked subtly with the grit of his teeth. "Yeah. That's my sister." He responded curtly, arching a brow as if to suss out how that might have mattered. Maybe the guy was just making small talk, but he was asking a lot of questions that struck a chord with a man that wasn't given the road name 'Fuse' for no good reason. So of course when he returned to the small crowd he called family he clasped a hand on Eph's shoulder, leaning in with the favor of loud music making his statement inaudible to anyone but the two of them. "Watch that fuckin' guy," he grumbled with hints of agitation simmering at the edges of his tone, "he's askin' a lot of questions." The tension seemed to carry through the rest of his conversation with the group, though he did his best [c]
(20:05:10) JR Porter: at Eph's request to remain social, arching a brow at how friendly he and Mary had gotten based solely off of her banter with him. Though when she set her sights back on him, he snerk, rolling his eyes at the nickname she carried over from Lylla with a shake of his head. "I'll keep worrying till you can ride her without needing the club's help to keep her runnin'" he volleyed back with a shit eating grin. "Prospects are our errand boys, not mechanics," he crooned playfully. He huffed with amusement when she wagged her finger between he and Eph and the suggestion that came with it, taking another drink of his slowly dwindling beer and glancing over at Dillie when Mary asked about the tickets. "Oh, club support gear, custom work from the silver smith, couple other things, all cool shit," he informed her before he was sidetracked by her narrowed gaze on the same man he had his eye on. His attention drew back to her and he arched his brows, glancing back at Eph with a [c]
(20:05:17) JR Porter: look of wary concern. He'd already warned Eph about him, at least he knew now that he had the instinct necessary for the officer position he wasn't certain he was ready for. "Shit...Good lookin' out, Mary," he murmured low with a quick nod of appreciation. Well, if he was a cop, not much they could do about it, but at least they knew they needed to watch their step. JR shot a pained glance toward Grace's trailer before glancing back at Eph for any sign that there was shit that needed to be done. But he knew well enough that they'd likely just keep it business as usual. Still, the man's questions about Dililah had him shook, so he leaned into Eph again to murmur "I'mma go say hello t'Gracey, keep an eye on Dillie for me." With that, the brute weaved through the crowd, head and shoulders over some before he slowed his saunter before the old friend he'd been itching to say hello to since she got there. Silver laden hands lofted to wing out as he tilted his head at the [c]
(20:05:26) JR Porter: mouthy vampire with a crooked grin settled across his mug. "Look at what the cat dragged in," he chaffed, the warmth in his tone clearly conveying that he was happy as a pig in shit to see her.[d]
(20:22:53) Ephram glanced over as the siblings exchanged a bit of playful banter before offering Dillie a warm smile as she gave to supportive commentary. @Aw shucks, Dil...gonna make me cry.@ He drawled in a childish tone, before Grace@s approach had him turning his head. @Well, I just assumed you had better things to do than spend your time among the rabble, darlin@.@ He winked before taking a drink of his beer as she made her way over to embrace Dillie, chuckling beneath his breath. Mention of the altercation had his brows lifting, a tick of a frown spreading across his lips. @Hey Grace... make sure you talk to me later when things die down, will ya?@ He called, giving her a pointed look before she could head off. The look of concern remained for a moment, eyeing JR momentarily as if the two could silently agree that something would have to be done about it only to find him with his back turned. [c]
(20:24:31) Ephram. When he returned from his conversation with the newcomer, Eph did his best not to look the red head@s way, nodding in understanding at what he@d said. It was Mary that he decided to focus on for now, they needed this to go smoothly, this introduction to the city in order to give LEOs@ a running battle with the locals over the MC@s true intentions... a better face meant more support, and more support meant cops would have a harder time making their lives difficult. After all they were just "club" of motorcycle enthusiasts weren't they? [c]
(20:25:14) Ephram. Eph chuffed. @More for Greta...glad we could get her running again.@ He said with some sincerity before grinning at the model comment, looking back toward JR incredulously, with a shake of his head. @Right, JR can head the bat mitzvahs and I can take the quinceaneras.@ He snorted. As she ambled off to grab a ticket, his gaze followed, eyebrow lilting upward, taking the moment to assess what was occurring between the one JR had warned about and Lylla. He couldn@t hear them at this distance but if the man got fresh with her, he didn@t doubt the club wouldn@t turn and run him off. With the atmosphere, enough patchholders were mulling around to ensure the girls were safe. Eph@s head turned once more at Mary@s approach, blinking at her before turning a suspicious glance in the ginger@s direction. @Oh good... Glad BC@s finest could make it.@ He said with a hint of sarcasm. [c]
(20:25:36) Ephram. They couldn't afford the trouble right now. Eph motioned toward Hipster waving him over and the prospect put down his tongs to jog his way. Leaning in close, he muttered something discreet into the prospects ear before the youth nodded and glanced toward Crowley. He then went and quietly made the rounds around the lot, leaning in on those closer to the club to say something along the lines of, "Watch your donuts, we got some red-headed company." Whether it was obvious or not, with each one spoken to, most would glance in Crowley's direction until the club was made aware to mind their ps and qs...[f]
(20:37:18) Dililah gave a playful glare a JR, letting a hand whip to hit his chest, "Yeah, okay. Asshole." Ah, the siblings and their playful spats.. Di grinned at Eph with a warm smile, "That's my intent." She played. However, Di felt a bit of frustration when she heard about what happened to Grace. She's just as much a hot head as her brother when it comes to that kind of disrespect. Narrowing her eyes, she looked over at JR to see how he's to react and almost in a silent plea of, 'We gotta do something about that.' But Grace insisted that they focus on the party at hand and nodded. Hugging the woman once more Di proceeded towards her duties of offering raffle tickets, "We'll catch up over a drink tomorrow, ladies!" she said to Grace and Lylla. Ruana had been graced with another bright smile and nodded, "Good! I'm glad to hear that." Di's question had been directed to anyone who had been listening, really. She's quite the welcoming person and didn't mind the friendship! She handed (c)
(20:37:28) Dililah. the girl 10 tickets as she requested, grinning with a wink, "Good luck, darlin'!" She shuffled off to the next one who requested a ticket - Mary. After giving her an amount, Di handed her an extra ticket than paid for, "Don't tell JR." She laughed, making sure she was loud enough for the man to hear, regardless. And if he looked at her, the most innocent grin would me plastered on her lips. He's the one who put her in charge of the tickets, yeah? Wandering over towards Lylla and Crowley, Di handed him a good amount of tickets for the money he spent and same with Lylla, "Well, aren't you two feeling generous. Good luck to you both." There was a feeling about Crowley she didn't like, she she didn't stick around too long. Chloe was offered that handshake among gathering her name, nodding, "Well, I believe there's a place on the North side that's hiring for full time shifts. I think they have a loft above it too, for someone to rent. A place called Maggie's." She (c)
(20:37:53) Dililah. extended what information she could and the only reason she knew about it was because Di had considered taking the loft before finding herself a nicer apartment close to the docks. "Enjoy the party!" She purred to Chloe, moseying off to greet the rest of the guests! (d)
(20:41:25) Gracey heard Ephram's concerns as she was walking to the trailer. Turning on heels to walk backwards she would salute him with two fingers and nod. Her wide smile was enough to convey that she was alright. She had to be. "Pinkie promise I planned on it. Go have fun." Grins and kisses were blown in an endearing way before she would pivot, face the right direction to continue her walk and gracefully plop her ass in that plastic chair. Gracey gave her toes a wriggle within the heated confines of her maroon riding boots, settling happy into her little chair outside of the trailer with a borrowed neon 'TATTOO' sign glowing off it's side to denote where that particular party favor could be sussed to in the midst of this. Not one for crowds, Grace figured that anyone who wanted to see her knew where she could be found after all. >>
(20:41:35) Gracey took a sip of her beer, a tune hummed contrasting the music that was playing. Was it 'Moon River'? Hard telling with the eclectic eternal's taste in music. The haven of her chair was one off the gravel, but free of mosquitos and a little more quiet than the main party. Gracey was more than content to sip her beer here and enjoy the sounds of the crickets off the beaten path. But here came JR, bounding down the small hill to her with his arms thrown up. If she hadn't recently had her ass kicked, it would have been characteristic of her to run and jump on him. The thought was there. But for the first time, Gracey acted her age and sat in her chair. It was a strangely uncomfortable sight to any who truly knew the vampire. "Look at the soup catcher on you, eh!?" Her voice conveyed the same kind of bright joy that she'd always harbored, even if she for the moment was stationary.>>
(20:42:17) Gracey would rise once JR got closer and stand to greet him. "Let's see it then, C'mon." Holding up her hand, the vampire would wriggle her fingers. She wanted to see his ring. If he did show her, she'd take his hand by the fingertips and examine the piece closely. "Jee-ee-sus, don't go holding my hand any time soon, tosser. Yow!" Well, naturally things of her type had a deep aversion to silver and all of it's byproducts. "Come here then." Rolling her eyes and giving a playful groan, she'd beam that busted fang smile to him before closing her arms over her old friend in a tight squeeze. "Not too hard, please." Hug awkwardly completed, Grace would nod to the trailer. "Get yourself a chair, talk with a little old lady?" Grace wouldn't move to sit yet however, instead she would take JR in for a moment longer. Seeing him made her miss..everything that was gone. Though her eyes would soften briefly, they'd reprise with the same joyful strength theyd held prior. <E>
(20:41:25) Gracey heard Ephram's concerns as she was walking to the trailer. Turning on heels to walk backwards she would salute him with two fingers and nod. Her wide smile was enough to convey that she was alright. She had to be. "Pinkie promise I planned on it. Go have fun." Grins and kisses were blown in an endearing way before she would pivot, face the right direction to continue her walk and gracefully plop her ass in that plastic chair. Gracey gave her toes a wriggle within the heated confines of her maroon riding boots, settling happy into her little chair outside of the trailer with a borrowed neon 'TATTOO' sign glowing off it's side to denote where that particular party favor could be sussed to in the midst of this. Not one for crowds, Grace figured that anyone who wanted to see her knew where she could be found after all. >>
(20:41:35) Gracey took a sip of her beer, a tune hummed contrasting the music that was playing. Was it 'Moon River'? Hard telling with the eclectic eternal's taste in music. The haven of her chair was one off the gravel, but free of mosquitos and a little more quiet than the main party. Gracey was more than content to sip her beer here and enjoy the sounds of the crickets off the beaten path. But here came JR, bounding down the small hill to her with his arms thrown up. If she hadn't recently had her ass kicked, it would have been characteristic of her to run and jump on him. The thought was there. But for the first time, Gracey acted her age and sat in her chair. It was a strangely uncomfortable sight to any who truly knew the vampire. "Look at the soup catcher on you, eh!?" Her voice conveyed the same kind of bright joy that she'd always harbored, even if she for the moment was stationary.>>
(20:42:17) Gracey would rise once JR got closer and stand to greet him. "Let's see it then, C'mon." Holding up her hand, the vampire would wriggle her fingers. She wanted to see his ring. If he did show her, she'd take his hand by the fingertips and examine the piece closely. "Jee-ee-sus, don't go holding my hand any time soon, tosser. Yow!" Well, naturally things of her type had a deep aversion to silver and all of it's byproducts. "Come here then." Rolling her eyes and giving a playful groan, she'd beam that busted fang smile to him before closing her arms over her old friend in a tight squeeze. "Not too hard, please." Hug awkwardly completed, Grace would nod to the trailer. "Get yourself a chair, talk with a little old lady?" Grace wouldn't move to sit yet however, instead she would take JR in for a moment longer. Seeing him made her miss..everything that was gone. Though her eyes would soften briefly, they'd reprise with the same joyful strength theyd held prior. <E>
(20:46:46) Ruana grinned at Ly, "It's really good." She took her cup back, the contents soon emptied. She slid it non-nonchalantly back to Lyl so that it could be filled once more, her eyes wandering over to Crowley. Hm. He was...a curious little thing. She decided to wander once her drink was refilled, the woman finally deciding to head towards Grace. Why not? "Hey Ly.. if you decide to kick back and stop working.. come with me." Even if she chose not to wander with Runa, she'd still end up gravitating back towards her friend. She arrived at Gracey's setup at about the same time as JR, Runa flashing a smile. "Hello again," she said pleasantly. Her Swedish like accent was heavier than ever; the beer probably didn't help that much. She would wait for Gracey and JR to interact before she stepped in and said anything; she was never one to interrupt, her eyes politely adverting to.. well, anything. As soon as there was a lull in conversation, she finally chimed in, her eyes trained on >
(20:47:03) Ruana > Gracey. "So... are you doing just little things here and there or are you up for a big piece?" She knew a lot of times artists at events often liked to keep their options open and didn't like to commit to things that were intricate or lengthy when it came to time. She clearly wasn't wanting some piddly little semi-colon or eternity symbol that much was for sure. She pulled her cellphone out from her pocket and fiddled with it for a few moments. "I was thinking of something like this but with a bit of your flair in it." (e)
(20:51:33) Crowli was more interested in the booze than he was anything else. But his ears listened out for anything that might have caught his attention. A hound can hear shit from a mile away if they paid close enough attention. Taking another sip of that beer, he nodded to Lylla, "Damn, girl. Maybe I should hit you up some time to buy a case." Surely, Marra might enjoy some new stuff in the house than what he usually keeps in their shared fridge. Crowley tried not to be overly flirty like he typically is, and just before he could, he heard that familiar voice. Mary. Ah, he only ran into her once, but with a fiery attitude like her own, how could he forget? Listening to her speak to JR and Ephram, he likely missed anything Lylla or the other girl might've said. Even though he's a bit away from the two men and Mary, he heard what she said. Jig is up! Not that he was even hiding it. Crowley doesn't ever take his job as a cop seriously. Hell, it's amazing he still fucking has his (c)
(20:52:03) Crowli. badge with the shit he puts the department through. "Be right back, ladies." He cooed to them, wandering back over to the group, "Mary! Good to see you." His Irish accent adding a bit of whit to his statement. "Stayin' out of trouble, are ya?" He laughed, shaking his head. The shit-eating grin on his face made it very clear that he's well aware that they probably know now. "Aye, it's true. I'm a cop." He started, shoving a hand in his pockets, "But I'm not wearing a badge right now. I'm the least of your worries. Oh and uh... A hound hears all..." He grinned, letting his amber eyes flash a demonic red before sauntering off. Yeah, hell hounds have great ears and he intended to make shit known without really causing too much ruckus. He may be a hound, but he highly doubted causing problems when there's a shit ton of people against him, here. CSSO might be a problem for them. But that's if they think of the MC as a high enough risk. But either way, Crowley didn't (c)
(20:52:16) Crowli. bother going into detail, nor did he think now is the appropriate time to talk business. That can wait for another day. He's out here just wanting to have fun at the moment. He turned back to glance towards Dillie, marking her as the likely weakness should things get nasty. Though, part of him didn't think it would. A party is a party and no one wants to be the reason for shit to go south. Unless they stopped him, Crowley would move towards another crowd of people. His questions he asked were simply to stake the place out and get a feel for the type of people they were. His intuition wasn't wrong though, he could safely assume. They played shit pretty low key though, and it has him curious. (d) -EXIT
(21:03:57) Miss Bartender: SKIP - AFK, Permission to NPC Until Back
(21:06:53) Maryana grinned, holding her hands up in a defensive manner when JR spat back, "Hey now. You guys offered. Not me." She'd state before snorting, "Clearly." Mary would quip, sweeping her gaze towards the Prospects that were running around, making sure all was working smoothly while the others shmoozed citizens. Quickly, she shook her head, pointing at Eph when he mocked her idea of party planning. "Hey now. Don't knock it until you try it. You could be amazing." She'd tease, looking towards JR with a slight nod, hand lifting to give the SA a small salute. Mary watched JR disappear within the crowd, her attention would drift towards the one she warned JR and Eph about, watching him closely while Eph whispered a few choice of words in one of his prospects ear. [c]
(21:07:03) Maryana finished up the beer, she'd toss the empyt can into the nearst trash, only to raise her eyebrows when her name was called out and saw Crowley heading her direction. "Officer Banger's and Mash! Couldn't get enough of me, huh?" She'd call back to him in sarcastic tone, but feigning the happiness to see him. "Never." She'd shake her head once, with a smirk. But she couldn't help but roll her eyes, when we called her out on outing him as a cop and him making note of him being a hound. "Yeah? Good to know.." She'd state, but waited until he was far away enough to mutter purposefully, "Ass." Did he hear that? She hoped he did. Smirking to herself, before she'd clear her throat and lift her attention towards Eph. "I'm going to go get a beer, do you need another?" [c]
(21:07:13) Maryana would ask, gesturing towards the closet cooler, before gesturing back towards Eph with a quirked eyebrow. [e]
(21:21:27) Chloe Grace smiled a little more as Dililah offered her information about a place that was hiring for shifts. A place with a loft even! Nodding, Chloe thanked the woman and smiled happily. Now she would need to locate the place. But first, what was the point of coming to a new place if not to try to get to know the locals? Chloe decided to stay and watch. At least until the party was over, then she would possibly make her way to this Maggie that Dililah had spoken off. Holding onto the ticket she had purchased, the hand tucked it away for now. "Thank you Dililah." >>
(21:21:33) Chloe Grace turned her head towards a random drunkard that approached her. It was easy to tell he was drunk based off the scent. And if that wasn't obvious, his words were heavily slurred. It must be nice to be able to get so drunk easily! Chloe smiled a bit and seemed intent on letting him wander about. Except he didn't. The man went to ask her directly about going back to his place and romping with him. Of course she declined. >>
(21:21:39) Chloe Grace. But the drunkard didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. Something she was swift in realizing. Reaching up to stroke his cheek lightly before her palm was against his skin, she spoke in a soothing tone. Truthfully? Chloe siphoned the emotion of desire from him, replacing it with one of wanting nothing to do with her instead. When her hand was removed, the man was stumbling away none the wiser about what had just happened. It was a good thing she fed recently. This ability was at it's strongest so long as her health was maintained. >>
(21:21:46) Chloe Grace turned back around to continue "people watching" or to further engage in discussion with Dililah if she came back. If not, she Chloe would simply stay for now and watch. At least until she heard the one called Crowley seemed to be going around asking questions. Chloe wasn't in a mood to be answering personal questions right then and there, so she avoided him getting too close by "wandering" around. Physically she was blind, yes that was true. But what most might not know is that she did "see". Weaving around the crowded outside, she found herself a little closer to the trailer where JR, Gracey, and Ruana. Oops! >>
(21:21:53) Chloe Grace. Realizing where she was heading though, Chloe stopped and turned around around only to stop again when the so-called cop seemed to be leaving off somewhere. What a relief! Blinking, she carefully makes her way towards the table with the beers. Staying alert as possible given she's new here. Smiling lightly, she managed to get an unopened can of beer and pops it open to take a sip from it. Not what she's used to, but it'll do! Next she goes about finding a spot to stand where it's not in anyone's way. Or at least she hopes not anyways! This could be a long night. <<
(20:04:47) JR Porter nodded emphatically in response to Eph's observation of the crowd, offering a shit eating grin over to Hip who already looked to be weary. "Fuckin' turkey burgers..." he huffed with humored incredulity "we did not pick the wrong road name for that kid." JR eyed Eph sidelong as he mentioned the heftier options on the menu and he nodded decidedly. "Damn right we do I told him to pick that shit up specifically," the brute informed his friend with a toothy grin. He let loose another huff of laughter and shrugged a bit when Dillie asserted that he wouldn't let her fly off. "Ehh," he almost looked to be deliberating as he fought back a damnable smirk, letting his gaze fall to her once more "depends on whether or not ya piss me off, Dil," he waggled his brows, instantly tensing his gut as if he expected to get punched shortly after he opened his mouth. Soon after, he found himself getting sidetracked by the newcomer and the beer from Lylla. He snorted softly at the [c]
(20:04:54) JR Porter: nickname she tossed his way and looked her over "you're lucky you're family, kid," he crooned playfully. JR then nodded to Crow when he complimented their set up, swigging his beer as he looked him over with a calculating gaze. "Thanks man," he replied again, craning his gaze over his shoulder to take in the milling crowd that seemed to be mixing well enough on their own. The SA looked a bit distracted at the sound of a familiar sound of a cockney accent exchanging greetings with the family that stood behind him. He resisted the urge to swing around and to say hello and engage her regarding some personal business he wanted to pass her way. But first things first, with that newly placed officer's ring fused with the flesh and bone of his finger, he had to do his job. He wrangled his attention back towards Crow and regarded him with a guarded curiosity when he asked how long they'd been in town and JR canted his head, feigning casualness in the form of a shrug. "Eh, [c]
(20:05:03) JR Porter: not long," he replied vaguely, glancing over his shoulder at Eph. It wasn't until the man mentioned his sister that his attention whipped back to him. Cold blues narrowed on him, brows furrowing slightly as his jaw worked subtly with the grit of his teeth. "Yeah. That's my sister." He responded curtly, arching a brow as if to suss out how that might have mattered. Maybe the guy was just making small talk, but he was asking a lot of questions that struck a chord with a man that wasn't given the road name 'Fuse' for no good reason. So of course when he returned to the small crowd he called family he clasped a hand on Eph's shoulder, leaning in with the favor of loud music making his statement inaudible to anyone but the two of them. "Watch that fuckin' guy," he grumbled with hints of agitation simmering at the edges of his tone, "he's askin' a lot of questions." The tension seemed to carry through the rest of his conversation with the group, though he did his best [c]
(20:05:10) JR Porter: at Eph's request to remain social, arching a brow at how friendly he and Mary had gotten based solely off of her banter with him. Though when she set her sights back on him, he snerk, rolling his eyes at the nickname she carried over from Lylla with a shake of his head. "I'll keep worrying till you can ride her without needing the club's help to keep her runnin'" he volleyed back with a shit eating grin. "Prospects are our errand boys, not mechanics," he crooned playfully. He huffed with amusement when she wagged her finger between he and Eph and the suggestion that came with it, taking another drink of his slowly dwindling beer and glancing over at Dillie when Mary asked about the tickets. "Oh, club support gear, custom work from the silver smith, couple other things, all cool shit," he informed her before he was sidetracked by her narrowed gaze on the same man he had his eye on. His attention drew back to her and he arched his brows, glancing back at Eph with a [c]
(20:05:17) JR Porter: look of wary concern. He'd already warned Eph about him, at least he knew now that he had the instinct necessary for the officer position he wasn't certain he was ready for. "Shit...Good lookin' out, Mary," he murmured low with a quick nod of appreciation. Well, if he was a cop, not much they could do about it, but at least they knew they needed to watch their step. JR shot a pained glance toward Grace's trailer before glancing back at Eph for any sign that there was shit that needed to be done. But he knew well enough that they'd likely just keep it business as usual. Still, the man's questions about Dililah had him shook, so he leaned into Eph again to murmur "I'mma go say hello t'Gracey, keep an eye on Dillie for me." With that, the brute weaved through the crowd, head and shoulders over some before he slowed his saunter before the old friend he'd been itching to say hello to since she got there. Silver laden hands lofted to wing out as he tilted his head at the [c]
(20:05:26) JR Porter: mouthy vampire with a crooked grin settled across his mug. "Look at what the cat dragged in," he chaffed, the warmth in his tone clearly conveying that he was happy as a pig in shit to see her.[d]
(20:22:53) Ephram glanced over as the siblings exchanged a bit of playful banter before offering Dillie a warm smile as she gave to supportive commentary. @Aw shucks, Dil...gonna make me cry.@ He drawled in a childish tone, before Grace@s approach had him turning his head. @Well, I just assumed you had better things to do than spend your time among the rabble, darlin@.@ He winked before taking a drink of his beer as she made her way over to embrace Dillie, chuckling beneath his breath. Mention of the altercation had his brows lifting, a tick of a frown spreading across his lips. @Hey Grace... make sure you talk to me later when things die down, will ya?@ He called, giving her a pointed look before she could head off. The look of concern remained for a moment, eyeing JR momentarily as if the two could silently agree that something would have to be done about it only to find him with his back turned. [c]
(20:24:31) Ephram. When he returned from his conversation with the newcomer, Eph did his best not to look the red head@s way, nodding in understanding at what he@d said. It was Mary that he decided to focus on for now, they needed this to go smoothly, this introduction to the city in order to give LEOs@ a running battle with the locals over the MC@s true intentions... a better face meant more support, and more support meant cops would have a harder time making their lives difficult. After all they were just "club" of motorcycle enthusiasts weren't they? [c]
(20:25:14) Ephram. Eph chuffed. @More for Greta...glad we could get her running again.@ He said with some sincerity before grinning at the model comment, looking back toward JR incredulously, with a shake of his head. @Right, JR can head the bat mitzvahs and I can take the quinceaneras.@ He snorted. As she ambled off to grab a ticket, his gaze followed, eyebrow lilting upward, taking the moment to assess what was occurring between the one JR had warned about and Lylla. He couldn@t hear them at this distance but if the man got fresh with her, he didn@t doubt the club wouldn@t turn and run him off. With the atmosphere, enough patchholders were mulling around to ensure the girls were safe. Eph@s head turned once more at Mary@s approach, blinking at her before turning a suspicious glance in the ginger@s direction. @Oh good... Glad BC@s finest could make it.@ He said with a hint of sarcasm. [c]
(20:25:36) Ephram. They couldn't afford the trouble right now. Eph motioned toward Hipster waving him over and the prospect put down his tongs to jog his way. Leaning in close, he muttered something discreet into the prospects ear before the youth nodded and glanced toward Crowley. He then went and quietly made the rounds around the lot, leaning in on those closer to the club to say something along the lines of, "Watch your donuts, we got some red-headed company." Whether it was obvious or not, with each one spoken to, most would glance in Crowley's direction until the club was made aware to mind their ps and qs...[f]
(20:37:18) Dililah gave a playful glare a JR, letting a hand whip to hit his chest, "Yeah, okay. Asshole." Ah, the siblings and their playful spats.. Di grinned at Eph with a warm smile, "That's my intent." She played. However, Di felt a bit of frustration when she heard about what happened to Grace. She's just as much a hot head as her brother when it comes to that kind of disrespect. Narrowing her eyes, she looked over at JR to see how he's to react and almost in a silent plea of, 'We gotta do something about that.' But Grace insisted that they focus on the party at hand and nodded. Hugging the woman once more Di proceeded towards her duties of offering raffle tickets, "We'll catch up over a drink tomorrow, ladies!" she said to Grace and Lylla. Ruana had been graced with another bright smile and nodded, "Good! I'm glad to hear that." Di's question had been directed to anyone who had been listening, really. She's quite the welcoming person and didn't mind the friendship! She handed (c)
(20:37:28) Dililah. the girl 10 tickets as she requested, grinning with a wink, "Good luck, darlin'!" She shuffled off to the next one who requested a ticket - Mary. After giving her an amount, Di handed her an extra ticket than paid for, "Don't tell JR." She laughed, making sure she was loud enough for the man to hear, regardless. And if he looked at her, the most innocent grin would me plastered on her lips. He's the one who put her in charge of the tickets, yeah? Wandering over towards Lylla and Crowley, Di handed him a good amount of tickets for the money he spent and same with Lylla, "Well, aren't you two feeling generous. Good luck to you both." There was a feeling about Crowley she didn't like, she she didn't stick around too long. Chloe was offered that handshake among gathering her name, nodding, "Well, I believe there's a place on the North side that's hiring for full time shifts. I think they have a loft above it too, for someone to rent. A place called Maggie's." She (c)
(20:37:53) Dililah. extended what information she could and the only reason she knew about it was because Di had considered taking the loft before finding herself a nicer apartment close to the docks. "Enjoy the party!" She purred to Chloe, moseying off to greet the rest of the guests! (d)
(20:41:25) Gracey heard Ephram's concerns as she was walking to the trailer. Turning on heels to walk backwards she would salute him with two fingers and nod. Her wide smile was enough to convey that she was alright. She had to be. "Pinkie promise I planned on it. Go have fun." Grins and kisses were blown in an endearing way before she would pivot, face the right direction to continue her walk and gracefully plop her ass in that plastic chair. Gracey gave her toes a wriggle within the heated confines of her maroon riding boots, settling happy into her little chair outside of the trailer with a borrowed neon 'TATTOO' sign glowing off it's side to denote where that particular party favor could be sussed to in the midst of this. Not one for crowds, Grace figured that anyone who wanted to see her knew where she could be found after all. >>
(20:41:35) Gracey took a sip of her beer, a tune hummed contrasting the music that was playing. Was it 'Moon River'? Hard telling with the eclectic eternal's taste in music. The haven of her chair was one off the gravel, but free of mosquitos and a little more quiet than the main party. Gracey was more than content to sip her beer here and enjoy the sounds of the crickets off the beaten path. But here came JR, bounding down the small hill to her with his arms thrown up. If she hadn't recently had her ass kicked, it would have been characteristic of her to run and jump on him. The thought was there. But for the first time, Gracey acted her age and sat in her chair. It was a strangely uncomfortable sight to any who truly knew the vampire. "Look at the soup catcher on you, eh!?" Her voice conveyed the same kind of bright joy that she'd always harbored, even if she for the moment was stationary.>>
(20:42:17) Gracey would rise once JR got closer and stand to greet him. "Let's see it then, C'mon." Holding up her hand, the vampire would wriggle her fingers. She wanted to see his ring. If he did show her, she'd take his hand by the fingertips and examine the piece closely. "Jee-ee-sus, don't go holding my hand any time soon, tosser. Yow!" Well, naturally things of her type had a deep aversion to silver and all of it's byproducts. "Come here then." Rolling her eyes and giving a playful groan, she'd beam that busted fang smile to him before closing her arms over her old friend in a tight squeeze. "Not too hard, please." Hug awkwardly completed, Grace would nod to the trailer. "Get yourself a chair, talk with a little old lady?" Grace wouldn't move to sit yet however, instead she would take JR in for a moment longer. Seeing him made her miss..everything that was gone. Though her eyes would soften briefly, they'd reprise with the same joyful strength theyd held prior. <E>
(20:41:25) Gracey heard Ephram's concerns as she was walking to the trailer. Turning on heels to walk backwards she would salute him with two fingers and nod. Her wide smile was enough to convey that she was alright. She had to be. "Pinkie promise I planned on it. Go have fun." Grins and kisses were blown in an endearing way before she would pivot, face the right direction to continue her walk and gracefully plop her ass in that plastic chair. Gracey gave her toes a wriggle within the heated confines of her maroon riding boots, settling happy into her little chair outside of the trailer with a borrowed neon 'TATTOO' sign glowing off it's side to denote where that particular party favor could be sussed to in the midst of this. Not one for crowds, Grace figured that anyone who wanted to see her knew where she could be found after all. >>
(20:41:35) Gracey took a sip of her beer, a tune hummed contrasting the music that was playing. Was it 'Moon River'? Hard telling with the eclectic eternal's taste in music. The haven of her chair was one off the gravel, but free of mosquitos and a little more quiet than the main party. Gracey was more than content to sip her beer here and enjoy the sounds of the crickets off the beaten path. But here came JR, bounding down the small hill to her with his arms thrown up. If she hadn't recently had her ass kicked, it would have been characteristic of her to run and jump on him. The thought was there. But for the first time, Gracey acted her age and sat in her chair. It was a strangely uncomfortable sight to any who truly knew the vampire. "Look at the soup catcher on you, eh!?" Her voice conveyed the same kind of bright joy that she'd always harbored, even if she for the moment was stationary.>>
(20:42:17) Gracey would rise once JR got closer and stand to greet him. "Let's see it then, C'mon." Holding up her hand, the vampire would wriggle her fingers. She wanted to see his ring. If he did show her, she'd take his hand by the fingertips and examine the piece closely. "Jee-ee-sus, don't go holding my hand any time soon, tosser. Yow!" Well, naturally things of her type had a deep aversion to silver and all of it's byproducts. "Come here then." Rolling her eyes and giving a playful groan, she'd beam that busted fang smile to him before closing her arms over her old friend in a tight squeeze. "Not too hard, please." Hug awkwardly completed, Grace would nod to the trailer. "Get yourself a chair, talk with a little old lady?" Grace wouldn't move to sit yet however, instead she would take JR in for a moment longer. Seeing him made her miss..everything that was gone. Though her eyes would soften briefly, they'd reprise with the same joyful strength theyd held prior. <E>
(20:46:46) Ruana grinned at Ly, "It's really good." She took her cup back, the contents soon emptied. She slid it non-nonchalantly back to Lyl so that it could be filled once more, her eyes wandering over to Crowley. Hm. He was...a curious little thing. She decided to wander once her drink was refilled, the woman finally deciding to head towards Grace. Why not? "Hey Ly.. if you decide to kick back and stop working.. come with me." Even if she chose not to wander with Runa, she'd still end up gravitating back towards her friend. She arrived at Gracey's setup at about the same time as JR, Runa flashing a smile. "Hello again," she said pleasantly. Her Swedish like accent was heavier than ever; the beer probably didn't help that much. She would wait for Gracey and JR to interact before she stepped in and said anything; she was never one to interrupt, her eyes politely adverting to.. well, anything. As soon as there was a lull in conversation, she finally chimed in, her eyes trained on >
(20:47:03) Ruana > Gracey. "So... are you doing just little things here and there or are you up for a big piece?" She knew a lot of times artists at events often liked to keep their options open and didn't like to commit to things that were intricate or lengthy when it came to time. She clearly wasn't wanting some piddly little semi-colon or eternity symbol that much was for sure. She pulled her cellphone out from her pocket and fiddled with it for a few moments. "I was thinking of something like this but with a bit of your flair in it." (e)
(20:51:33) Crowli was more interested in the booze than he was anything else. But his ears listened out for anything that might have caught his attention. A hound can hear shit from a mile away if they paid close enough attention. Taking another sip of that beer, he nodded to Lylla, "Damn, girl. Maybe I should hit you up some time to buy a case." Surely, Marra might enjoy some new stuff in the house than what he usually keeps in their shared fridge. Crowley tried not to be overly flirty like he typically is, and just before he could, he heard that familiar voice. Mary. Ah, he only ran into her once, but with a fiery attitude like her own, how could he forget? Listening to her speak to JR and Ephram, he likely missed anything Lylla or the other girl might've said. Even though he's a bit away from the two men and Mary, he heard what she said. Jig is up! Not that he was even hiding it. Crowley doesn't ever take his job as a cop seriously. Hell, it's amazing he still fucking has his (c)
(20:52:03) Crowli. badge with the shit he puts the department through. "Be right back, ladies." He cooed to them, wandering back over to the group, "Mary! Good to see you." His Irish accent adding a bit of whit to his statement. "Stayin' out of trouble, are ya?" He laughed, shaking his head. The shit-eating grin on his face made it very clear that he's well aware that they probably know now. "Aye, it's true. I'm a cop." He started, shoving a hand in his pockets, "But I'm not wearing a badge right now. I'm the least of your worries. Oh and uh... A hound hears all..." He grinned, letting his amber eyes flash a demonic red before sauntering off. Yeah, hell hounds have great ears and he intended to make shit known without really causing too much ruckus. He may be a hound, but he highly doubted causing problems when there's a shit ton of people against him, here. CSSO might be a problem for them. But that's if they think of the MC as a high enough risk. But either way, Crowley didn't (c)
(20:52:16) Crowli. bother going into detail, nor did he think now is the appropriate time to talk business. That can wait for another day. He's out here just wanting to have fun at the moment. He turned back to glance towards Dillie, marking her as the likely weakness should things get nasty. Though, part of him didn't think it would. A party is a party and no one wants to be the reason for shit to go south. Unless they stopped him, Crowley would move towards another crowd of people. His questions he asked were simply to stake the place out and get a feel for the type of people they were. His intuition wasn't wrong though, he could safely assume. They played shit pretty low key though, and it has him curious. (d) -EXIT
(21:03:57) Miss Bartender: SKIP - AFK, Permission to NPC Until Back
(21:06:53) Maryana grinned, holding her hands up in a defensive manner when JR spat back, "Hey now. You guys offered. Not me." She'd state before snorting, "Clearly." Mary would quip, sweeping her gaze towards the Prospects that were running around, making sure all was working smoothly while the others shmoozed citizens. Quickly, she shook her head, pointing at Eph when he mocked her idea of party planning. "Hey now. Don't knock it until you try it. You could be amazing." She'd tease, looking towards JR with a slight nod, hand lifting to give the SA a small salute. Mary watched JR disappear within the crowd, her attention would drift towards the one she warned JR and Eph about, watching him closely while Eph whispered a few choice of words in one of his prospects ear. [c]
(21:07:03) Maryana finished up the beer, she'd toss the empyt can into the nearst trash, only to raise her eyebrows when her name was called out and saw Crowley heading her direction. "Officer Banger's and Mash! Couldn't get enough of me, huh?" She'd call back to him in sarcastic tone, but feigning the happiness to see him. "Never." She'd shake her head once, with a smirk. But she couldn't help but roll her eyes, when we called her out on outing him as a cop and him making note of him being a hound. "Yeah? Good to know.." She'd state, but waited until he was far away enough to mutter purposefully, "Ass." Did he hear that? She hoped he did. Smirking to herself, before she'd clear her throat and lift her attention towards Eph. "I'm going to go get a beer, do you need another?" [c]
(21:07:13) Maryana would ask, gesturing towards the closet cooler, before gesturing back towards Eph with a quirked eyebrow. [e]
(21:21:27) Chloe Grace smiled a little more as Dililah offered her information about a place that was hiring for shifts. A place with a loft even! Nodding, Chloe thanked the woman and smiled happily. Now she would need to locate the place. But first, what was the point of coming to a new place if not to try to get to know the locals? Chloe decided to stay and watch. At least until the party was over, then she would possibly make her way to this Maggie that Dililah had spoken off. Holding onto the ticket she had purchased, the hand tucked it away for now. "Thank you Dililah." >>
(21:21:33) Chloe Grace turned her head towards a random drunkard that approached her. It was easy to tell he was drunk based off the scent. And if that wasn't obvious, his words were heavily slurred. It must be nice to be able to get so drunk easily! Chloe smiled a bit and seemed intent on letting him wander about. Except he didn't. The man went to ask her directly about going back to his place and romping with him. Of course she declined. >>
(21:21:39) Chloe Grace. But the drunkard didn't seem to want to take no for an answer. Something she was swift in realizing. Reaching up to stroke his cheek lightly before her palm was against his skin, she spoke in a soothing tone. Truthfully? Chloe siphoned the emotion of desire from him, replacing it with one of wanting nothing to do with her instead. When her hand was removed, the man was stumbling away none the wiser about what had just happened. It was a good thing she fed recently. This ability was at it's strongest so long as her health was maintained. >>
(21:21:46) Chloe Grace turned back around to continue "people watching" or to further engage in discussion with Dililah if she came back. If not, she Chloe would simply stay for now and watch. At least until she heard the one called Crowley seemed to be going around asking questions. Chloe wasn't in a mood to be answering personal questions right then and there, so she avoided him getting too close by "wandering" around. Physically she was blind, yes that was true. But what most might not know is that she did "see". Weaving around the crowded outside, she found herself a little closer to the trailer where JR, Gracey, and Ruana. Oops! >>
(21:21:53) Chloe Grace. Realizing where she was heading though, Chloe stopped and turned around around only to stop again when the so-called cop seemed to be leaving off somewhere. What a relief! Blinking, she carefully makes her way towards the table with the beers. Staying alert as possible given she's new here. Smiling lightly, she managed to get an unopened can of beer and pops it open to take a sip from it. Not what she's used to, but it'll do! Next she goes about finding a spot to stand where it's not in anyone's way. Or at least she hopes not anyways! This could be a long night. <<
4th Round
(21:30:32) JR Porter continued on with the banter amongst their new acquaintances, scoffing through laughter at Mary's assertion that the club had offered their help. Well, he didn't know anything about that. All he knew was that Eph called about a tow and he'd gone to help him out. He glanced at Eph dubiously and shot her a grin, shrugging broad shoulders before the subject grew more tense. It was good to know at least that they had an ally in Mary. After that he was off to see Grace. JR couldn't help but chuckle at that eclectic foreign verbiage that Grace never failed to utilize as he approached, warmth clear and present on those typically dour features that seemed only reserved for the nearest and dearest these days. "Man, you are a sight for sore eyes, Grace," he crooned with an earnest smile. He'd almost forgotten how long it'd been since he'd seen her until she mentioned his beard, having grown it over the course of time and he had to bite back a bit of regret that it'd been [c]
(21:30:39) JR Porter: so long. He quirked a brow at the fact that she remained seated, fully expecting a trademarked tacklehug from the vampire and soon he let his hands fall to his sides and took to ambling forward to bridge the gap between them. He regarded her with a momentary questioning look when she asked to see 'it', forgetting altogether for a second there that he donned the ring his father once wore. The realization had that shit eating grin faltering a bit. He'd done a helluva lot of work shoving aside any possible reminder of the sour business regarding the death of old Judge. Still, he swallowed down the bullshit feelings and managed to keep at least a soft smirk present on his lips before holding out his hand and letting his gaze fall furtively on her features as she looked it over. Her response and nostalgic antics had an amused grin returning to reveal pearly whites and he snickered taking his turned to waggle his fingers menacingly in her direction. "It aint love if it [c]
(21:30:47) JR Porter: don't hurt, Gracey," he crooned impishly. It was only when she beckoned him in for a hug that he caught a glimpse of her broken tooth and the bruising on her face and his features fell to a grimace just in time for her to wrap her arms around him. The discovery had his reaction delayed but after a tick, he let his own arms circle around her waste to gingerly embrace her. He wasted little time pulling back, the palms of calloused hands cradling either shoulder, disallowing whatever she said next and even that softened expression which made him long the days when hadn't been so fucked up. His features were wrought with concern, blue eyes narrowed and thick brows knitted as he looked her over. "Shit Grace what the fuck happened?" He growled, his tone strained with the rise of agitation that skimmed the surface of possible (probable) rage. "Who did this shit to you? I'll fuckin' k-" JR stopped short as he realized they had company, shifting his gaze over toward Rua and [c]
(21:30:56) JR Porter: quickly evening out his tone and straightening his posture with a half hearted grin. Eph said keep it fun right? Right...JR blew out a sigh and rolled his shoulders to loosen it up a bit as he spoke. "Hey there, glad you could make it out," he attempted amiability through the strain of agitation. Grit and grin, JR, grit and grin. "She's a killer artist, check her shit out," the brute went on to vouch for the skill of his old friend who he'd side eye with a look of genuine concern.[d]
(21:46:09)Ephram let that smile remain until Dillie turned to speak with Gracey, waiting till the girls were parting ways before interjecting with the request for a conversation later. It would have to come to a vote, but sure as shit none of them would let that shit slide in terms of their friend@s wellbeing. People here would learn to respect the skull and it@s associates or find their way on their shitlist, which wasn@t a list anyone wanted their name to end up on. He nodded as she ambled away, forcing a tight lipped smile, before staring after for a moment. The look JR afforded him had him shifting his gaze downward briefly, appropriately having eaten his fair share of crow over what had occured that night when the big guy seemed to let it go once more, causing Eph to look after him as he moved away, smirking as Mary continued joking about the party planning. [c]
(21:46:30) Ephram. It was Crowley@s approach that had green eyes settling a stare upon the cop, and it was clear for a blink there was little but disdain there as the hound greeting Mary, until he@d forced a more genial expression when his attention turned to Ephram, his chin lifting in subtle defiance and that smile growing more smug as he lofted a brow at the flash of red in those eyes. @Just making sure everyone has a good time... Have yourself a pleasant evening, officer@ He called after him, sounding as insincere as he could manage, his gaze narrowing after him. His thumb ran along the blackened surface of his ring, tensing briefly as a vision of writhing screaming bodies with blackened flesh and gaunt, twisted faces assaulted his mind@s eye, causing him to sway briefly, grasping at Mary@s shoulder, appearing somewhat dazed for a moment before he swallowed and released her. [c]
(21:46:47) Ephram gave her a sidelong glance, clearing his throat in turn and nodding as he regarded the somewhat empty beer. @Yeah, sure...thanks...@ He muttered distractedly, glancing back up in effort to spot the hound once more but finding he@d disappeared. [f]
(22:02:06) Dililah nodded to Chloe with a smile before going back off to the rest of the crowd. It didn't take Dililah long to really figure out who was interested in the raffles and who wasn't. Nor did it take her long to make a round around the whole area before she took a break. The money she'd collected was placed into a small till with a lock on it for safe keeping. Her phone started to ring and she glanced at it, answering almost immediately. Fuck. An interview at such an early hour and she's partying tonight? Well, whatever. She'll make it. Wandering back over towards Mary and Eph, Dililah wrapped an arm lazily over Mary's shoulder, watching as Crowley moved off, "So that tool's a cop, huh?" She glanced between Eph and Mary. She shrugged, "Well, whatever. I got your backs with my fancy law degree and all." She winked to the two of them. Miss big shot who studied long ass hours and nights, hanging around the boys a lot but with her nose in a book. Dililah worked fucking hard (c)
(22:02:14) Dililah. on her degree, despite the back lash dear old dad had against it. But if anyone actually knows Dillie, they know she would never turn her back on family and use what she's learned to fight for them. After Swick got put away, it made her study harder in hopes that when he gets out? If he does some stupid shit like allowing himself to take the fall again, she'd be able to help. With a girl like her, who likes to argue, there no doubt she'll be one hell of a fucking leader. As Mary wandered off to get more beer, Dillie crossed her arms over her chest and smiled to Eph, "So, turns out I have an early morning interview I should probably prepare for. You think one of the prospects could give me a ride home? I've locked the money up in a til in the club house." She purred, not wanting to trouble him from leaving the party he'd worked hard to plan. "I think JR is a little pre-occupied." (d)
(22:06:26) Gracey was overjoyed to see JR, to say the least. She hadn't seen much of anyone since everything had happened. In some ways, it had been too painful for Gracey to see those faces. Even if the hurt behind them was invisible. SHE knew it was there, and it pained her even moreso. After all, she had a great deal of love for these people. But now his hands were on her shoulders and he was asking questions about the thing that makeup and sugary smiles couldn't conceal from people who knew better. "Nothing too much, some guys tossed the shop and gave me a hard time because of the fangs. I was going to tell you. I promise." Hands would move to his vest and smooth it down over his collarbones in a soothing way as if to serenade his rage with an unsaid hush, by way of preening him like a baby bird. It also would afford the closeness that a matter like this requires in public, when it's going to be talked about. >>
(22:06:40) Gracey "I have a lot of colors and support prop in my shop. I did the right thing, JR. You know I did. Just think..with the move, and the party..wouldn't look good if I stuck up for myself... Or if anyone else did just yet." Those eyes would cut up to him and give him the most serious, but gentle conveyance of assurance. Grace's gaze almost dared him to argue her on it. It was strategic, her waiting. Not that Gracey couldn't handle herself, but she also knew a great deal about poising and politics because of Jeremiah. If only she were a man. However, the gentleness of her feminine trappings was hard to deny as would finish smoothing down the vest on a friend who looked scary as hell to most and give it a pat. "I'm fine. I just have to eat, then I'll be right as rain. For now, don't worry. Have fun, It's a party." Brow raised, and he probably knew the stubborn cockney talking vamp would hush any reservations of rage that dared to surface. >>
(22:07:14) Gracey Sensing the approach of another, she would give him one more reassuring look before turning to face the new arrival. Graceys brown eyes shifted and laid themselves upon Ruana. Her smile returned, though failed to reveal her fangs to a stranger. Most especially considering that one of them had been snapped off in a fight. In fact, it was partly due to the fact that she knew seeing it again might piss JR off even more. No thanks. "Ah, this is sort of like when you go to a shop on friday the 13th, I have this small sheet of flash I'm doing here tonight for thirty dollars a pop." Small hands would gesture to a sleeved piece of paper which bore some modernized, traditional tattoo flash which was on the side of the trailer. That was much more fun than an ice cream truck! Affording her friend another glance, she would mime a smile with her finger. 'It's okay' But it seemed the woman had a phone, so her eyes trained to it while Ruana showed her the images that she had in mind. >>
(22:07:59) Gracey Nodding as she looked at it, and even carefully took the woman's phone if allowed in order to zoom in, Grace would squint and nod. Handing her phone back she would smile, pulling a card from her back pocket and giving it to Ruana. "That's quite lovely. I wish I could do this today. But, since I'd have to measure, and consult and all that lot with somethin' like this, It's best you pop by the shop sometime. I'll give you a little discount since you asked me here." Best biker behavior indeed. Her cockney accent wasn't so harsh that it made her hard to understand, thankfully. And the vampire was even kind enough to have focused on the clarity of her words. What a doll. A thoughtful nod, it was obvious that she was interested. "Just give me a call or stop in sometime, I'll take some measurements, we'll talk about placement and get the ball rolling then, peach." Taking a drink of her beer, she was sad knowing it was empty now. "Aw hell, when did they start makin' these so small?">>
(22:08:05) Gracey's focus went back to JR. "Here we go, my portfolio is walking all around here." She would say to Ruana, gesturing to the tattoos on the man next to her as if he was a prize on the price is right. Gently taking his wrist she'd turn his arm and showcase the half sleeve of a desert there, and even show Runa his hand tats. They were all done with a softness, but deepened by the unrelenting darkness of those black lines where they were needed. That half sleeve alone could tell of many hours of concentration and patience expended. "Pretty good, eh?" Smiling, she'd let loose of JR. "You're actually due soon for some work, ain't you then?" The vampire would shrug and toss her bottle into a nearby trash can. "I don't think anyone is feeling tattoos tonight, so I'm wondering if I could get another beer..."<E>
(22:16:33) Ruana could cut the tension running through JR with a knife. She simply canted her head at him and nodded when he said she was a great artist. "I would imagine so!" She had a feeling she wouldn't have been invited if she weren't. She leaned forward to get a good look at JR's tattoos while they were put on display. "Pretty good is selling yourself short, luv. These are incredible." Yep, Gracey was doing her first tattoo; she was sold. "I'll stop by Monday and put a deposit down." She wanted Gracey to know she was absolutely serious about booking her. She took her phone back, her hand offered first to Gracey for a shake and then to JR. "It was nice seeing you again," was said to JR, and to Gracey, "And it was lovely meeting you. My name is Runa, by the way." She really was terrible at introductions. "I'll let you two catch up; I think it's about time I head out." She was hurting- that's what it really came down to. She sauntered back towards Ly, "Hey, would you mind >
(22:16:45) Ruana>taking me home?" She could use the rest, really. Since she didn't know anyone she didn't really need to stop and say goodbye, though she did smile at anyone who caught her eye as she was leaving. It was a tired smile, but a smile none-the-less. (e)
(22:18:23) Maryana slowly shook her head, muttering a few incoherent words, before she'd finally speak up, "Always so damn nosy.." She'd say, glancing in the direction of where the hound left, before looking back up at Eph when she suddenly felt his hand upon her shoulder. Instinctively, she'd reach up one of hers to curl her fingers around his forearm. "Hey.. You alright?" Mary asked quietly as her eyebrows furrowed with concern, allowing her gaze to search his form as if she could see what could haved ailed him. Her hand would fall from his arm as his lifted and fell from her shoulder. Again she nodded, but this time it was slow in movements, giving Eph a narrowed glance. "Alright. I'll be right back.." Voice trailed off, "Try not stumble when I'm gone. " Mary would gest, but before she could leave, she'd feel an arm draped over her shoulder, looking over to whom the arm belonged to, she smirked and nodded. "Mhmm. Not the sharpest fucking tool either.." She'd state but with a slight eyeroll. [c]
(22:18:43) Maryana "Ok, I'll be right back." She'd repeat, stepping out from underneath Dillie's arm smirk before disappearing within the crowd to obtain two beers, hooking her index around one and her middle finger around the other. On her way back towards Eph, she took a detour to obtain two hotdogs that were held within the palm of her free hand. "Excuse me. Move. If I drop these, heads will fucking roll." Mary would state outloud to others who were in her way and making it a struggle to return to Eph without dropping either the beer or the hotdogs. Finally arriving, she would sigh before extending both arms out towards Eph. "Here and take a hotdog. Figured you'd need it. Can't have you fall and scratch up your money maker." She'd state biting back a grin, before side glancing towards Dillie. [e]
(22:24:52) Miss Bartender EXIT - Took Ruana home - comes back to clean up at the end.
(22:33:59) Chloe Grace stayed parked nearby the wall and out of the way, sipping on the can of beer she had managed to snag up. So many locals! Once or twice she had move in order to get out of a drunken person's way as they stumbled about. A soft smile tugged at the very corners of sultry lips, but no more then that. Keeping an ear out towards the one called Gracey, Chloe made a mental note while listening to the woman going on about her work while apparently using JR's arm as a means to show off her artwork. >>
(22:34:06) Chloe Grace Not that Chloe could see. But from what her vision could avail the woman, she could only really just listen while seeing their body's essence moving around. Turning her head in time, there were sounds of sirens in the distance. Where those were headed she didn't know. But by instinct the vampire had already begun to move a little. Nervous? Hardly. But if those sirens headed this way, she'd be out of sight within seconds at least. >>
(22:34:13) Chloe Grace. Caution was something of a forced habit by now. In this new spot, she was now closer towards the trailer then last time. But at least there seemed to be hiding places behind the buildings nearby! Blind woman roaming about in a city? None would notice! Maybe. Things could be different then what she was used to. Once settled where she was again, Chloe took to listening to the crowd again. Granted, it looked like it was beginning to die down some. Taking a moment to focus, she didn't feel the sun's rays. So it couldn't be daylight, right? Maybe it was nighttime and the crowd was dying down in order to go to sleep? Entirely possible. Another sip of the beer was taken while she kept to herself for the moment. <<
(21:30:32) JR Porter continued on with the banter amongst their new acquaintances, scoffing through laughter at Mary's assertion that the club had offered their help. Well, he didn't know anything about that. All he knew was that Eph called about a tow and he'd gone to help him out. He glanced at Eph dubiously and shot her a grin, shrugging broad shoulders before the subject grew more tense. It was good to know at least that they had an ally in Mary. After that he was off to see Grace. JR couldn't help but chuckle at that eclectic foreign verbiage that Grace never failed to utilize as he approached, warmth clear and present on those typically dour features that seemed only reserved for the nearest and dearest these days. "Man, you are a sight for sore eyes, Grace," he crooned with an earnest smile. He'd almost forgotten how long it'd been since he'd seen her until she mentioned his beard, having grown it over the course of time and he had to bite back a bit of regret that it'd been [c]
(21:30:39) JR Porter: so long. He quirked a brow at the fact that she remained seated, fully expecting a trademarked tacklehug from the vampire and soon he let his hands fall to his sides and took to ambling forward to bridge the gap between them. He regarded her with a momentary questioning look when she asked to see 'it', forgetting altogether for a second there that he donned the ring his father once wore. The realization had that shit eating grin faltering a bit. He'd done a helluva lot of work shoving aside any possible reminder of the sour business regarding the death of old Judge. Still, he swallowed down the bullshit feelings and managed to keep at least a soft smirk present on his lips before holding out his hand and letting his gaze fall furtively on her features as she looked it over. Her response and nostalgic antics had an amused grin returning to reveal pearly whites and he snickered taking his turned to waggle his fingers menacingly in her direction. "It aint love if it [c]
(21:30:47) JR Porter: don't hurt, Gracey," he crooned impishly. It was only when she beckoned him in for a hug that he caught a glimpse of her broken tooth and the bruising on her face and his features fell to a grimace just in time for her to wrap her arms around him. The discovery had his reaction delayed but after a tick, he let his own arms circle around her waste to gingerly embrace her. He wasted little time pulling back, the palms of calloused hands cradling either shoulder, disallowing whatever she said next and even that softened expression which made him long the days when hadn't been so fucked up. His features were wrought with concern, blue eyes narrowed and thick brows knitted as he looked her over. "Shit Grace what the fuck happened?" He growled, his tone strained with the rise of agitation that skimmed the surface of possible (probable) rage. "Who did this shit to you? I'll fuckin' k-" JR stopped short as he realized they had company, shifting his gaze over toward Rua and [c]
(21:30:56) JR Porter: quickly evening out his tone and straightening his posture with a half hearted grin. Eph said keep it fun right? Right...JR blew out a sigh and rolled his shoulders to loosen it up a bit as he spoke. "Hey there, glad you could make it out," he attempted amiability through the strain of agitation. Grit and grin, JR, grit and grin. "She's a killer artist, check her shit out," the brute went on to vouch for the skill of his old friend who he'd side eye with a look of genuine concern.[d]
(21:46:09)Ephram let that smile remain until Dillie turned to speak with Gracey, waiting till the girls were parting ways before interjecting with the request for a conversation later. It would have to come to a vote, but sure as shit none of them would let that shit slide in terms of their friend@s wellbeing. People here would learn to respect the skull and it@s associates or find their way on their shitlist, which wasn@t a list anyone wanted their name to end up on. He nodded as she ambled away, forcing a tight lipped smile, before staring after for a moment. The look JR afforded him had him shifting his gaze downward briefly, appropriately having eaten his fair share of crow over what had occured that night when the big guy seemed to let it go once more, causing Eph to look after him as he moved away, smirking as Mary continued joking about the party planning. [c]
(21:46:30) Ephram. It was Crowley@s approach that had green eyes settling a stare upon the cop, and it was clear for a blink there was little but disdain there as the hound greeting Mary, until he@d forced a more genial expression when his attention turned to Ephram, his chin lifting in subtle defiance and that smile growing more smug as he lofted a brow at the flash of red in those eyes. @Just making sure everyone has a good time... Have yourself a pleasant evening, officer@ He called after him, sounding as insincere as he could manage, his gaze narrowing after him. His thumb ran along the blackened surface of his ring, tensing briefly as a vision of writhing screaming bodies with blackened flesh and gaunt, twisted faces assaulted his mind@s eye, causing him to sway briefly, grasping at Mary@s shoulder, appearing somewhat dazed for a moment before he swallowed and released her. [c]
(21:46:47) Ephram gave her a sidelong glance, clearing his throat in turn and nodding as he regarded the somewhat empty beer. @Yeah, sure...thanks...@ He muttered distractedly, glancing back up in effort to spot the hound once more but finding he@d disappeared. [f]
(22:02:06) Dililah nodded to Chloe with a smile before going back off to the rest of the crowd. It didn't take Dililah long to really figure out who was interested in the raffles and who wasn't. Nor did it take her long to make a round around the whole area before she took a break. The money she'd collected was placed into a small till with a lock on it for safe keeping. Her phone started to ring and she glanced at it, answering almost immediately. Fuck. An interview at such an early hour and she's partying tonight? Well, whatever. She'll make it. Wandering back over towards Mary and Eph, Dililah wrapped an arm lazily over Mary's shoulder, watching as Crowley moved off, "So that tool's a cop, huh?" She glanced between Eph and Mary. She shrugged, "Well, whatever. I got your backs with my fancy law degree and all." She winked to the two of them. Miss big shot who studied long ass hours and nights, hanging around the boys a lot but with her nose in a book. Dililah worked fucking hard (c)
(22:02:14) Dililah. on her degree, despite the back lash dear old dad had against it. But if anyone actually knows Dillie, they know she would never turn her back on family and use what she's learned to fight for them. After Swick got put away, it made her study harder in hopes that when he gets out? If he does some stupid shit like allowing himself to take the fall again, she'd be able to help. With a girl like her, who likes to argue, there no doubt she'll be one hell of a fucking leader. As Mary wandered off to get more beer, Dillie crossed her arms over her chest and smiled to Eph, "So, turns out I have an early morning interview I should probably prepare for. You think one of the prospects could give me a ride home? I've locked the money up in a til in the club house." She purred, not wanting to trouble him from leaving the party he'd worked hard to plan. "I think JR is a little pre-occupied." (d)
(22:06:26) Gracey was overjoyed to see JR, to say the least. She hadn't seen much of anyone since everything had happened. In some ways, it had been too painful for Gracey to see those faces. Even if the hurt behind them was invisible. SHE knew it was there, and it pained her even moreso. After all, she had a great deal of love for these people. But now his hands were on her shoulders and he was asking questions about the thing that makeup and sugary smiles couldn't conceal from people who knew better. "Nothing too much, some guys tossed the shop and gave me a hard time because of the fangs. I was going to tell you. I promise." Hands would move to his vest and smooth it down over his collarbones in a soothing way as if to serenade his rage with an unsaid hush, by way of preening him like a baby bird. It also would afford the closeness that a matter like this requires in public, when it's going to be talked about. >>
(22:06:40) Gracey "I have a lot of colors and support prop in my shop. I did the right thing, JR. You know I did. Just think..with the move, and the party..wouldn't look good if I stuck up for myself... Or if anyone else did just yet." Those eyes would cut up to him and give him the most serious, but gentle conveyance of assurance. Grace's gaze almost dared him to argue her on it. It was strategic, her waiting. Not that Gracey couldn't handle herself, but she also knew a great deal about poising and politics because of Jeremiah. If only she were a man. However, the gentleness of her feminine trappings was hard to deny as would finish smoothing down the vest on a friend who looked scary as hell to most and give it a pat. "I'm fine. I just have to eat, then I'll be right as rain. For now, don't worry. Have fun, It's a party." Brow raised, and he probably knew the stubborn cockney talking vamp would hush any reservations of rage that dared to surface. >>
(22:07:14) Gracey Sensing the approach of another, she would give him one more reassuring look before turning to face the new arrival. Graceys brown eyes shifted and laid themselves upon Ruana. Her smile returned, though failed to reveal her fangs to a stranger. Most especially considering that one of them had been snapped off in a fight. In fact, it was partly due to the fact that she knew seeing it again might piss JR off even more. No thanks. "Ah, this is sort of like when you go to a shop on friday the 13th, I have this small sheet of flash I'm doing here tonight for thirty dollars a pop." Small hands would gesture to a sleeved piece of paper which bore some modernized, traditional tattoo flash which was on the side of the trailer. That was much more fun than an ice cream truck! Affording her friend another glance, she would mime a smile with her finger. 'It's okay' But it seemed the woman had a phone, so her eyes trained to it while Ruana showed her the images that she had in mind. >>
(22:07:59) Gracey Nodding as she looked at it, and even carefully took the woman's phone if allowed in order to zoom in, Grace would squint and nod. Handing her phone back she would smile, pulling a card from her back pocket and giving it to Ruana. "That's quite lovely. I wish I could do this today. But, since I'd have to measure, and consult and all that lot with somethin' like this, It's best you pop by the shop sometime. I'll give you a little discount since you asked me here." Best biker behavior indeed. Her cockney accent wasn't so harsh that it made her hard to understand, thankfully. And the vampire was even kind enough to have focused on the clarity of her words. What a doll. A thoughtful nod, it was obvious that she was interested. "Just give me a call or stop in sometime, I'll take some measurements, we'll talk about placement and get the ball rolling then, peach." Taking a drink of her beer, she was sad knowing it was empty now. "Aw hell, when did they start makin' these so small?">>
(22:08:05) Gracey's focus went back to JR. "Here we go, my portfolio is walking all around here." She would say to Ruana, gesturing to the tattoos on the man next to her as if he was a prize on the price is right. Gently taking his wrist she'd turn his arm and showcase the half sleeve of a desert there, and even show Runa his hand tats. They were all done with a softness, but deepened by the unrelenting darkness of those black lines where they were needed. That half sleeve alone could tell of many hours of concentration and patience expended. "Pretty good, eh?" Smiling, she'd let loose of JR. "You're actually due soon for some work, ain't you then?" The vampire would shrug and toss her bottle into a nearby trash can. "I don't think anyone is feeling tattoos tonight, so I'm wondering if I could get another beer..."<E>
(22:16:33) Ruana could cut the tension running through JR with a knife. She simply canted her head at him and nodded when he said she was a great artist. "I would imagine so!" She had a feeling she wouldn't have been invited if she weren't. She leaned forward to get a good look at JR's tattoos while they were put on display. "Pretty good is selling yourself short, luv. These are incredible." Yep, Gracey was doing her first tattoo; she was sold. "I'll stop by Monday and put a deposit down." She wanted Gracey to know she was absolutely serious about booking her. She took her phone back, her hand offered first to Gracey for a shake and then to JR. "It was nice seeing you again," was said to JR, and to Gracey, "And it was lovely meeting you. My name is Runa, by the way." She really was terrible at introductions. "I'll let you two catch up; I think it's about time I head out." She was hurting- that's what it really came down to. She sauntered back towards Ly, "Hey, would you mind >
(22:16:45) Ruana>taking me home?" She could use the rest, really. Since she didn't know anyone she didn't really need to stop and say goodbye, though she did smile at anyone who caught her eye as she was leaving. It was a tired smile, but a smile none-the-less. (e)
(22:18:23) Maryana slowly shook her head, muttering a few incoherent words, before she'd finally speak up, "Always so damn nosy.." She'd say, glancing in the direction of where the hound left, before looking back up at Eph when she suddenly felt his hand upon her shoulder. Instinctively, she'd reach up one of hers to curl her fingers around his forearm. "Hey.. You alright?" Mary asked quietly as her eyebrows furrowed with concern, allowing her gaze to search his form as if she could see what could haved ailed him. Her hand would fall from his arm as his lifted and fell from her shoulder. Again she nodded, but this time it was slow in movements, giving Eph a narrowed glance. "Alright. I'll be right back.." Voice trailed off, "Try not stumble when I'm gone. " Mary would gest, but before she could leave, she'd feel an arm draped over her shoulder, looking over to whom the arm belonged to, she smirked and nodded. "Mhmm. Not the sharpest fucking tool either.." She'd state but with a slight eyeroll. [c]
(22:18:43) Maryana "Ok, I'll be right back." She'd repeat, stepping out from underneath Dillie's arm smirk before disappearing within the crowd to obtain two beers, hooking her index around one and her middle finger around the other. On her way back towards Eph, she took a detour to obtain two hotdogs that were held within the palm of her free hand. "Excuse me. Move. If I drop these, heads will fucking roll." Mary would state outloud to others who were in her way and making it a struggle to return to Eph without dropping either the beer or the hotdogs. Finally arriving, she would sigh before extending both arms out towards Eph. "Here and take a hotdog. Figured you'd need it. Can't have you fall and scratch up your money maker." She'd state biting back a grin, before side glancing towards Dillie. [e]
(22:24:52) Miss Bartender EXIT - Took Ruana home - comes back to clean up at the end.
(22:33:59) Chloe Grace stayed parked nearby the wall and out of the way, sipping on the can of beer she had managed to snag up. So many locals! Once or twice she had move in order to get out of a drunken person's way as they stumbled about. A soft smile tugged at the very corners of sultry lips, but no more then that. Keeping an ear out towards the one called Gracey, Chloe made a mental note while listening to the woman going on about her work while apparently using JR's arm as a means to show off her artwork. >>
(22:34:06) Chloe Grace Not that Chloe could see. But from what her vision could avail the woman, she could only really just listen while seeing their body's essence moving around. Turning her head in time, there were sounds of sirens in the distance. Where those were headed she didn't know. But by instinct the vampire had already begun to move a little. Nervous? Hardly. But if those sirens headed this way, she'd be out of sight within seconds at least. >>
(22:34:13) Chloe Grace. Caution was something of a forced habit by now. In this new spot, she was now closer towards the trailer then last time. But at least there seemed to be hiding places behind the buildings nearby! Blind woman roaming about in a city? None would notice! Maybe. Things could be different then what she was used to. Once settled where she was again, Chloe took to listening to the crowd again. Granted, it looked like it was beginning to die down some. Taking a moment to focus, she didn't feel the sun's rays. So it couldn't be daylight, right? Maybe it was nighttime and the crowd was dying down in order to go to sleep? Entirely possible. Another sip of the beer was taken while she kept to herself for the moment. <<
5th Round
(22:58:23) JR Porter stared at Grace with searching eyes as he awaited her response to his onslaught of heated questioning and the hard edge of his gaze wouldn't soften even as her hands first came to smooth over his vest in an attempt to sooth him. Her words promise did nothing to assuage the intensity of anger toward whatever sorry bastard laid hands on her, though as she continued talking that cursed sense to him in a velvety tone that felt so damn nostalgic, his expression finally started to soften. Even JR's temper was no match for Grace's ability to summon logic with a touch of finesse. Ultimately, despite the fact that it still had him seeing red that she'd been harmed in any capacity, he knew that she was more than capable of handling herself. If she'd been manhandled this way, it had been because she allowed it. The realization made his stomach turn, though she'd been right that retaliating would only cause trouble the club couldn't afford to deal with right now, it was a [c]
(22:58:32) JR Porter: bitter pill to swallow that she hadn't done so for the sake of the club. This was the only part of club life that ever gave him pause, the backlash it caused for the people around them. Grace's ordeal was a harsher echo of having to rip Dillie from her life back home and it was no easier for him to deal with. He drew in a breath and let go of a sigh out of his nose, his nostrils flaring before Runa appeared and had him straightening up his act. He nodded reluctantly toward Grace as she took a moment to reassure him before returning to regard Runa as warmly as he could muster. It wasn't that he wasn't happy she was there, in fact, he was grateful to all who had taken time out of their day to be there, it was just that the brute was just no good at compartmentalizing the shitshow that was his life at the moment. He remained respectful and attentive as the two exchanged a conversation about tattoos, only in that moment of silence realizing that he'd lost his beer [c]
(22:58:42) JR Porter: somewhere along the way. Oh well, it was nearly gone anyway. He was about to excuse himself to fill up again when Grace grabbed hold of him to use part of his body as a personal portfolio. He tensed and lofted his brows at first, only to ease himself upon the realization of what what was happening and a small smirk touched his lips. He glanced over at Runa, letting his softened gaze find Grace as the reference to old tattoo work had him thinking about the countless hours he'd spent in the chair that was once Jeremiah's and now Grace's. It was a nice trip down memory lane, one that irked him less than others. His attention turned back to Runa when she indicated that she planned on getting work done and he nodded encouragingly. "You won't regret it, believe me," he murmured. He looked a bit surprised and almost regretful when Runa eluded to taking her leave, taking her hand and shaking it with a short nod and a smile. "It was good seein' ya darlin', glad you could [c]
(22:58:50) JR Porter: make it out," he drawled warmly enough. Leave it to Grace and the memories she brought with her to soften up this hard ass. JR's attention turned back to the vampire as she discarded her empty beer and made mention of getting another. "Yeah I could use another myself," he muttered distractedly as his gaze shifted idly over the dwindling crowd. He watched Mary wandering toward Eph with a couple of hot dogs and noted another pale, quiet lone figure idling by herself with the quirk of his brow before glancing back at Grace attentively. "Looks like everybody's callin' it quits early tonight..." he remarked with a soft click of his tongue. At least it sounded like Dililah had some moderate success with the raffle, Reap would be happy to hear that. He glanced at Grace with an impish expression, the kind that indicated he was about to say something stupid and he regarded her with a crooked smirk. "Looks like ya left your cane at home today, Sweetness, need a hand?" he [c]
(22:59:04) JR Porter: drawled offering her the crook of his oversized arm and a waggle of brows. It was unclear whether he was calling her old or crippled but at least he was taking a stab at humor after all the doom and gloom he'd exuded earler...Right?[d]
(23:22:14) Ephram glanced toward her with an apologetic smile. @Pork doesn@t agree with me, I guess.@ He muttered, his features smoothing out to assure her he was fine before nodding. @Thanks...@ He called after her. Eph glanced toward the girls distractedly. @Yeah, I feel like we@re living out a damn Beastie Boys song.@ He said irritably. @Expected one of em to show up, no reason we can@t find friends in low places though.@ He mused thoughtfully, though there was an edge of uncertainty to his tone. He only turned again when Dillie approached and made inquiry toward a ride home, his lips parting to answer when JR@s voice caused him to turn, still slightly shaken as the other man made his approach. He smirked, glancing back toward Dillie, @Yeah, no problem.@ He motioned for Hipster once more and then to the other prospect, gesturing toward the grill for takeover. c
(23:23:15) Ephram eyed Dillie once more, @Hey take care alright? Shoot JR a text so we know you got back safe, and be sure and let us know if Cam there gives you any trouble.@ He sincerely doubted it, Cam seemed like a good kid, maybe a little too soft at times, but undoubtedly loyal. He@d offer another quick hug good bye if she@d take it. As Mary returned, his head lifted, smirking at the attitude afforded by the woman as she made her way back before taking the food and the beer she offered. @Thanks...@ He murmured, for the first time realizing that beyond the breakfast sandwich he@d scarfed down earlier in the morning, he hadn@t eaten all day. Some days forgetting to eat at all what with the mess around them and the grief driven depression that seemed a common theme within the club. Taking a bite, he shot Grace a look as he chewed and swallowed, lifting a brow. @No takers, huh?@ He asked, tilting his head. [f]
(23:30:20) Dililah didn't really think Hispter would try anything with Dillie. Not after they've seen how much alike she is with JR. Their tempers are easily one of the scariest things to witness within the club. But she wouldn't have it any other way, if she's honest with herself. Dililah smiled and nodded, moving to give Eph a hug. As she drew back, she smirked, "You boys better stay out of trouble! Mary, don't let them give you shit!" Di laughed, shaking her head. On her way, towards the prospect's bike, she threw on her helmet and waited to take off for her leave. Once she got there, a group text had been sent to both, Eph and JR, saying she made it hope and to have fun for the rest of the night! -EXIT
(23:32:41) Gracey clapped, giving a little wiggle of her body and a small jump in excitement when Ruana mentioned a deposit. Clearly, there was too much happy in the woman's frame to be wholly contained. "Ah! Fantastic!" Beaming, within reason thanks to her injuries, the vampire would bnod to her. Shaking the woman's hand with a gentle, yet firm grip she would let go. "I'm Grace Mack, it's a pleasure, Runa. I'll see you soon." As the woman took her leave, the vampire returned her attentions now to JR, nodding in agreement about the people filtering out and also in relation to the beer being a good idea. Staring off into the distance for a moment and she would think briefly about a few memories until it came to pass that he was looking at her again. With that face. The expression she knew meant he was about to get himself into trouble naturally.>>
(23:33:07) Gracey turned to face JR, and raised a brow almost daring him to open his big ass mouth. Hers fell open. Instantly. If she had a walker, she'd beat his ass with it. Calmly, Gracey would wrap a gentle arm around the one offered to her, patting the top of his arm with her hand. "Good on you, helping a little old lady like me cross the parking lot." Gentle, sweet steps were taken with the bar as a destination in mind for their leisurely, sweet little stroll down the gravel and memory lane. Swift, ninja reflex kicking in meant her hand would move, and in one movement, her thumb and forefinger would grab hold of his left nipple and twist hard. "Fuckin' tosser! I'm not that old! Take it baaaahack." She was laughing so hard that tears threatened to well in her stormy eyes, but still she had a supreme vice like grip on the nip until she deemed it acceptable to let go. >>
(23:34:27) Gracey released him just as she took off running, laughing her ass off all the way to the bar. Enjoy your bruised nipple, JR. Gracey would spy Ephram now, and walk slowly as if she was on her best behavior this entire time. Clearing her throat, she would order another beer from the bartender and whistle in the most chalant, non chalant way possible. She didn't do anything, she was very serious and professional.<E>
(23:52:35) Maryana flashed Dillie a smile with a slight bob of her head, "Nice meeting ya." She'd say, but figured this wouldn't be the last time the two would meet. Not that she'd complain. Snorting, she couldn't help but laugh, "Oh believe me, they won't." Mary would say, smirking towards Dillie, before giving a small finger wave of her index finger as the rest of them were gripping her beer. Falling silent, she'd take a few bites of the hotdog that was in a bun, washing it down with a few sips of beer. However the shriek of a voice caught her attention, looking over towards Gracey and JR... with her fingers pinching his nipple. The sight had Mary laughing. "Ohhh shit! Careful, Pantine over there may like it!" Mary would call over to the two, before stifling the the bubbling laughter with another sip of her beer. "Ooh Careful, Eph. She's up to something." Even though it seemed as if she wasn't up to anything. [c]
(23:52:48) Maryana - But that nonchalant demeanor she was expressing caused her to be wary of Grace with a smirk. Just then the vibration of her phone could be felt in her backpocket. Placing the half eaten hotdog between her teeth carefully, she'd pull out the phone, flipping it open - yeah that's right. This gal had a flip phone. The text message was read, before she closed the phone down with a snap. "I gotta go." Mary would say, after the hotdog was transferred back to her hand. "Gotta cover a shift. Yay me." Oh yes, she was thrilled. "Had fun. Thanks for the beer." Mary would say, finishing her second before tossing it into the trash. "I'll see you around, Eph." Taking a few steps backwards smirking over to him, she'd turn towards JR, holding her arm up to give him a wave. "See ya, JR." With that, she proceeded to head out of that parking lot to make her way back towards the laundromat by foot, enjoying that hotdog along the way. [e]
(00:05:24) Chloe Grace heard the commotion from Grace and JR. It made Chloe smile ever so slightly. Funny antics among friends no doubt. The words coming from the woman called Mary, had Chloe's smile widening just slightly more. Seemed the locals here might be alright after all despite what she'd been hearing. Maybe. She wouldn't assume anything this quickly though. Best to stay alert. After finishing up her drink, and listening to more people leaving, the vampire eventually began to weave carefully back towards where the beer was being served. >>
(00:05:33) Chloe Grace. The large pack she was still carrying was heavier then it looked, but it didn't seem to bother the woman any. With the cane weaving back and forth upon the ground, she made sure each step wouldn't be misplaced. Falling on her ass? No thanks! Besides, there were a few breakables in her pack! There seemed to be three main people left, aside from what she could figure were either locals, friends, family, or visitors like herself. Finding her way back though, it was easier to listen to the conversations at least. With one hand she located an unopened can of beer, and was about to move off again but paused when one of two people seemed to blocking her way unintentionally. >>
(00:05:42) Chloe Grace. But the way she stopped, it would probably have looked like she could see the people there and had stopped before bumping into them. Chloe stepped around them carefully while keeping an ear out for the sirens she had heard earlier. Though with the crowd as small as it was becoming...she doubted the party would be lasting too much longer. Quitely she pondered where to wander off to after this? The earlier mention of Maggie's was certainly something worth exploring. But would they be open at this hour? Hm. <<
(22:58:23) JR Porter stared at Grace with searching eyes as he awaited her response to his onslaught of heated questioning and the hard edge of his gaze wouldn't soften even as her hands first came to smooth over his vest in an attempt to sooth him. Her words promise did nothing to assuage the intensity of anger toward whatever sorry bastard laid hands on her, though as she continued talking that cursed sense to him in a velvety tone that felt so damn nostalgic, his expression finally started to soften. Even JR's temper was no match for Grace's ability to summon logic with a touch of finesse. Ultimately, despite the fact that it still had him seeing red that she'd been harmed in any capacity, he knew that she was more than capable of handling herself. If she'd been manhandled this way, it had been because she allowed it. The realization made his stomach turn, though she'd been right that retaliating would only cause trouble the club couldn't afford to deal with right now, it was a [c]
(22:58:32) JR Porter: bitter pill to swallow that she hadn't done so for the sake of the club. This was the only part of club life that ever gave him pause, the backlash it caused for the people around them. Grace's ordeal was a harsher echo of having to rip Dillie from her life back home and it was no easier for him to deal with. He drew in a breath and let go of a sigh out of his nose, his nostrils flaring before Runa appeared and had him straightening up his act. He nodded reluctantly toward Grace as she took a moment to reassure him before returning to regard Runa as warmly as he could muster. It wasn't that he wasn't happy she was there, in fact, he was grateful to all who had taken time out of their day to be there, it was just that the brute was just no good at compartmentalizing the shitshow that was his life at the moment. He remained respectful and attentive as the two exchanged a conversation about tattoos, only in that moment of silence realizing that he'd lost his beer [c]
(22:58:42) JR Porter: somewhere along the way. Oh well, it was nearly gone anyway. He was about to excuse himself to fill up again when Grace grabbed hold of him to use part of his body as a personal portfolio. He tensed and lofted his brows at first, only to ease himself upon the realization of what what was happening and a small smirk touched his lips. He glanced over at Runa, letting his softened gaze find Grace as the reference to old tattoo work had him thinking about the countless hours he'd spent in the chair that was once Jeremiah's and now Grace's. It was a nice trip down memory lane, one that irked him less than others. His attention turned back to Runa when she indicated that she planned on getting work done and he nodded encouragingly. "You won't regret it, believe me," he murmured. He looked a bit surprised and almost regretful when Runa eluded to taking her leave, taking her hand and shaking it with a short nod and a smile. "It was good seein' ya darlin', glad you could [c]
(22:58:50) JR Porter: make it out," he drawled warmly enough. Leave it to Grace and the memories she brought with her to soften up this hard ass. JR's attention turned back to the vampire as she discarded her empty beer and made mention of getting another. "Yeah I could use another myself," he muttered distractedly as his gaze shifted idly over the dwindling crowd. He watched Mary wandering toward Eph with a couple of hot dogs and noted another pale, quiet lone figure idling by herself with the quirk of his brow before glancing back at Grace attentively. "Looks like everybody's callin' it quits early tonight..." he remarked with a soft click of his tongue. At least it sounded like Dililah had some moderate success with the raffle, Reap would be happy to hear that. He glanced at Grace with an impish expression, the kind that indicated he was about to say something stupid and he regarded her with a crooked smirk. "Looks like ya left your cane at home today, Sweetness, need a hand?" he [c]
(22:59:04) JR Porter: drawled offering her the crook of his oversized arm and a waggle of brows. It was unclear whether he was calling her old or crippled but at least he was taking a stab at humor after all the doom and gloom he'd exuded earler...Right?[d]
(23:22:14) Ephram glanced toward her with an apologetic smile. @Pork doesn@t agree with me, I guess.@ He muttered, his features smoothing out to assure her he was fine before nodding. @Thanks...@ He called after her. Eph glanced toward the girls distractedly. @Yeah, I feel like we@re living out a damn Beastie Boys song.@ He said irritably. @Expected one of em to show up, no reason we can@t find friends in low places though.@ He mused thoughtfully, though there was an edge of uncertainty to his tone. He only turned again when Dillie approached and made inquiry toward a ride home, his lips parting to answer when JR@s voice caused him to turn, still slightly shaken as the other man made his approach. He smirked, glancing back toward Dillie, @Yeah, no problem.@ He motioned for Hipster once more and then to the other prospect, gesturing toward the grill for takeover. c
(23:23:15) Ephram eyed Dillie once more, @Hey take care alright? Shoot JR a text so we know you got back safe, and be sure and let us know if Cam there gives you any trouble.@ He sincerely doubted it, Cam seemed like a good kid, maybe a little too soft at times, but undoubtedly loyal. He@d offer another quick hug good bye if she@d take it. As Mary returned, his head lifted, smirking at the attitude afforded by the woman as she made her way back before taking the food and the beer she offered. @Thanks...@ He murmured, for the first time realizing that beyond the breakfast sandwich he@d scarfed down earlier in the morning, he hadn@t eaten all day. Some days forgetting to eat at all what with the mess around them and the grief driven depression that seemed a common theme within the club. Taking a bite, he shot Grace a look as he chewed and swallowed, lifting a brow. @No takers, huh?@ He asked, tilting his head. [f]
(23:30:20) Dililah didn't really think Hispter would try anything with Dillie. Not after they've seen how much alike she is with JR. Their tempers are easily one of the scariest things to witness within the club. But she wouldn't have it any other way, if she's honest with herself. Dililah smiled and nodded, moving to give Eph a hug. As she drew back, she smirked, "You boys better stay out of trouble! Mary, don't let them give you shit!" Di laughed, shaking her head. On her way, towards the prospect's bike, she threw on her helmet and waited to take off for her leave. Once she got there, a group text had been sent to both, Eph and JR, saying she made it hope and to have fun for the rest of the night! -EXIT
(23:32:41) Gracey clapped, giving a little wiggle of her body and a small jump in excitement when Ruana mentioned a deposit. Clearly, there was too much happy in the woman's frame to be wholly contained. "Ah! Fantastic!" Beaming, within reason thanks to her injuries, the vampire would bnod to her. Shaking the woman's hand with a gentle, yet firm grip she would let go. "I'm Grace Mack, it's a pleasure, Runa. I'll see you soon." As the woman took her leave, the vampire returned her attentions now to JR, nodding in agreement about the people filtering out and also in relation to the beer being a good idea. Staring off into the distance for a moment and she would think briefly about a few memories until it came to pass that he was looking at her again. With that face. The expression she knew meant he was about to get himself into trouble naturally.>>
(23:33:07) Gracey turned to face JR, and raised a brow almost daring him to open his big ass mouth. Hers fell open. Instantly. If she had a walker, she'd beat his ass with it. Calmly, Gracey would wrap a gentle arm around the one offered to her, patting the top of his arm with her hand. "Good on you, helping a little old lady like me cross the parking lot." Gentle, sweet steps were taken with the bar as a destination in mind for their leisurely, sweet little stroll down the gravel and memory lane. Swift, ninja reflex kicking in meant her hand would move, and in one movement, her thumb and forefinger would grab hold of his left nipple and twist hard. "Fuckin' tosser! I'm not that old! Take it baaaahack." She was laughing so hard that tears threatened to well in her stormy eyes, but still she had a supreme vice like grip on the nip until she deemed it acceptable to let go. >>
(23:34:27) Gracey released him just as she took off running, laughing her ass off all the way to the bar. Enjoy your bruised nipple, JR. Gracey would spy Ephram now, and walk slowly as if she was on her best behavior this entire time. Clearing her throat, she would order another beer from the bartender and whistle in the most chalant, non chalant way possible. She didn't do anything, she was very serious and professional.<E>
(23:52:35) Maryana flashed Dillie a smile with a slight bob of her head, "Nice meeting ya." She'd say, but figured this wouldn't be the last time the two would meet. Not that she'd complain. Snorting, she couldn't help but laugh, "Oh believe me, they won't." Mary would say, smirking towards Dillie, before giving a small finger wave of her index finger as the rest of them were gripping her beer. Falling silent, she'd take a few bites of the hotdog that was in a bun, washing it down with a few sips of beer. However the shriek of a voice caught her attention, looking over towards Gracey and JR... with her fingers pinching his nipple. The sight had Mary laughing. "Ohhh shit! Careful, Pantine over there may like it!" Mary would call over to the two, before stifling the the bubbling laughter with another sip of her beer. "Ooh Careful, Eph. She's up to something." Even though it seemed as if she wasn't up to anything. [c]
(23:52:48) Maryana - But that nonchalant demeanor she was expressing caused her to be wary of Grace with a smirk. Just then the vibration of her phone could be felt in her backpocket. Placing the half eaten hotdog between her teeth carefully, she'd pull out the phone, flipping it open - yeah that's right. This gal had a flip phone. The text message was read, before she closed the phone down with a snap. "I gotta go." Mary would say, after the hotdog was transferred back to her hand. "Gotta cover a shift. Yay me." Oh yes, she was thrilled. "Had fun. Thanks for the beer." Mary would say, finishing her second before tossing it into the trash. "I'll see you around, Eph." Taking a few steps backwards smirking over to him, she'd turn towards JR, holding her arm up to give him a wave. "See ya, JR." With that, she proceeded to head out of that parking lot to make her way back towards the laundromat by foot, enjoying that hotdog along the way. [e]
(00:05:24) Chloe Grace heard the commotion from Grace and JR. It made Chloe smile ever so slightly. Funny antics among friends no doubt. The words coming from the woman called Mary, had Chloe's smile widening just slightly more. Seemed the locals here might be alright after all despite what she'd been hearing. Maybe. She wouldn't assume anything this quickly though. Best to stay alert. After finishing up her drink, and listening to more people leaving, the vampire eventually began to weave carefully back towards where the beer was being served. >>
(00:05:33) Chloe Grace. The large pack she was still carrying was heavier then it looked, but it didn't seem to bother the woman any. With the cane weaving back and forth upon the ground, she made sure each step wouldn't be misplaced. Falling on her ass? No thanks! Besides, there were a few breakables in her pack! There seemed to be three main people left, aside from what she could figure were either locals, friends, family, or visitors like herself. Finding her way back though, it was easier to listen to the conversations at least. With one hand she located an unopened can of beer, and was about to move off again but paused when one of two people seemed to blocking her way unintentionally. >>
(00:05:42) Chloe Grace. But the way she stopped, it would probably have looked like she could see the people there and had stopped before bumping into them. Chloe stepped around them carefully while keeping an ear out for the sirens she had heard earlier. Though with the crowd as small as it was becoming...she doubted the party would be lasting too much longer. Quitely she pondered where to wander off to after this? The earlier mention of Maggie's was certainly something worth exploring. But would they be open at this hour? Hm. <<
6th Round
(00:09:29) JR Porter knew the second her mouth dropped open that he'd stepped in it, he just didn't quite know how badly yet. However as she wrapped her arm around his and responded, his features skewed with a bit with confusion...I mean it wasn't unlike Grace to refer to the age difference between herself and various members of the club but he didn't see how it had anything to do with him ribbing at her for being a cripple. Of course he hadn't clarified and he was about to feel the burn of what happened when one communicated poorly. He lofted a brow at her and let his gaze fall ahead of them, contemplating a moment and realizing that he'd never addressed her on the subject of why he'd sought her out so urgently earlier on in the day and he turned his head to speak just in time to witness the swift and sudden torture of the nerve endings connected to his nearest nipple. "Hey soOOH FUCK!" he started speaking, his tone taking a sharp uphill climb in pitch as he hunched forward in [c]
(00:09:39) JR Porter: protest, though by the time she'd started barking out demands for takebacksies he was already cackling through the pain. "WHAT?! I was talkin' about th-AH FUCK," he cried through the laughter and before he could respond further she he'd abandoned him and fled for the bar. He took a moment there to gain his bearings, partially because his fuckin' nipple was on fire and partially because he couldn't stop laughing. He straightened out his posture with a hand over his poor nip, rubbing it gingerly as he blew out a sigh and wiped the humor induced moister from the corner of his eye before ambling forward. "Jesus fuck, Gracey I'm into kinky shit but at least buy me dinner first," he crooned, the edges of his words still shaky with that kind of laughter that sounded a lot like you were about to cry. He reached the beer garden along side Grace in time to eye her sidelong with a squinted gaze, a smirk threatening the corners of his lips before he snorted into a final bout [c]
(00:09:47) JR Porter: of laughter. "Alright I deserved that...But I wasn't callin' ya old I was callin' ya crippled," he continued in a tone as if he knew he was digging himself in deeper but he really couldn't help it. He was actually having FUN after weeks of misery and really anything was better than the anguish he sunk into when things went quiet. Unfortunately he hadn't heard Mary over the sound of his own cries of pain thanks to the vampiric super strength vice grip Grace had employed upon him, but he was able to catch her goodbye. He'd regard her with a mirthful grin bolstered by the genuine good time he seemed to be finally having, something that might have been foreign to her but it was there all the same. "Thanks for comin' out Mary, ride safe," he called out with a short wave of his hand. He blew out one last sigh and shifted his attention to the prospect behind the bar. "Pale ale, Balast Point," he ordered. He knew they had it because he made sure Hipster confirmed that he'd [c]
(00:12:02) JR Porter: picked it up earlier that day, pain in the ass that he was. That cold gaze drifted across to Eph who was looking a little worse for wear and that more familiar look of concern evened out weathered features. "You alright, P?" he asked with a short nod, "pig didn't give you any trouble did he?" When his beer arrived, he plucked it up by the neck and glanced down at Grace. The brute nudged her shoulder gently with his own and rubbed his nipple with a feigned doleful expression before he dropped the act, chuckling as he took a swig of ale and eyed Eph again questioningly.[d]
(00:39:32) Ephram gave a wry grin as Dillie took her leave, @No promises.@ The boisterous vampire was given a brief glance, spotting both of them as JR cursed above the crowd. He found himself staring after them with a distant sort of look in his eye. This was real, a moment of reprieve from the ever present grief and he was glad for it. Perhaps there was more to this gathering than just trying to make nice with the civilians. It seemed JR was actually enjoying himself. His gaze moved back toward Grace eyeing her as Mary voiced a warning, nearly choking on his second bite of the hot dog as another nickname was tossed JR@s way. @Tramp@ certainly had its pitfalls but JR sure attracted a load of colorful nicknames. He took a long drink of his beer to clear his throat before glancing back toward Mary as she retrieved her phone, smirking at the somewhat comical sight of her with a mouthful of hotdog. He nodded through another bite as she said her goodbye, mumbling with his own mouthful. [c]
(00:39:45) Ephram. @Chree ugh.@ He said unintelligibly until he@d swallowed down that last bite and lofted a brow, hitting his chest with a balled fist and clearing his throat. @Yeah, see you again soon.@ He said. Very presidential... He downed the last of his beer, brushing off his hands before shrugging at JR@s question. @I@m good, nothing I couldn@t deal with.@ Eph assured him, though the look he gave him would certainly say he@d fill him in later, though it wasn@t as if the cop hadn@t flaunted his position around for all to see anyhow. It was more so the effect the bastard had him... and the general demeanor of the officer that had him slightly wary. At least the stoic ones were easier to read, predictable..this one seemed far less so. He glanced over to survey the thinning crowd, wondering if perhaps the outburst of the police officer had anything to do with it before leaning up on the bar as he slid his empty across it. [c]
(00:41:10) Ephram. His gaze momentarily drew to the blind woman making her rounds, once more taking stock of her aura along with a few of the others bustling around the crowd. He wasn't sure if it was the ring or this place, but he'd never thought Calaveras was quite this populated with creepy crawlies.[f]
(00:48:44) Gracey cackled the whole way as she led JR by his titty to the bar pretty much, her face red from the fun of it all. But Mary's call of being careful had Grace snorting in reply with a nod. Once she released however, he demanded that she do the gentlemanly thing and buy him dinner. Grace held up a finger, and even opened her mouth as if she were about to speak but promptly fucking closed it. Her face was red for more than laughter now. Shaking her head, she wasn't going to touch the comment in her head with a ten foot pole. Sitting at the bar, her can of miller lite would be dropped off and Grace would open it, taking a long drink from it's contents. "I'm not that crippled, I'm just ugly and snaggletoothed for now, okay?" Shaking her head, grace looked to her beer and snickered. "I'll have a go at hunting later, and after that I'll be the most beautiful bird at the policeman's ball." >>
(00:48:57) Gracey Eyebrow wriggle was given in pairing with a grin which showcased the temporary snaggle. Sure, feeding would heal her eye, but that fang was going to take quite awhile yet. "Goodbye!" She would wave to Mary, and set back onto her beer, wondering just where she was going to farm her dinner from after this. Finishing her beer, Grace would return the shoulder bump to JR, Happy that he was happy for a moment, and shift her gaze then onto Ephram. "I am..re..heally fucking spent, as much as I love you both, I should be going. I'll call soon, and let you know about the erm, the thing." Nodding in the direction of the blind woman, she didn't want to detail her assault. "JR knows, anyway." Grace said to Ephram. She wondered briefly about sleeping in her trailer here on the property, but wouldn't ask it. Even if she didn't feel safe at the shop after all that.>>
(00:49:37) Gracey Took in a breath and stretched. "Yeah I need to eat and get to bed." Hugs were foregone this time around, Grace didn't hug when she was hungry. Not people that she loved, anyway. The vampire stood and walked toward her bike backward, almost as if she wanted to look at those boys longer. There was most assuredly a pride there in her lingering gaze upon them. She knew that they would be just fine. Men like them always were, no matter what the odds, resilient. Hopping on the huge son of a bitch bike that Jeremiah had left her, it was a matter of seconds before the thing blazed and roared to life with it's defiant battlecry. She really needed to get something to eat, and catch a nap. Today had been a draining one. She'd be back for the trailer in the morning, but for now? Snacks.<E>
(01:04:16) Chloe Grace edged closer slightly towards the bar as more people seemed to be filtering out. With her vision she could note Ephram momentarily looking her way, but said and did nothing. Not being one to start a conversation, at least not usually. But in a place that was foreign? She'd need directions before long. So talking to someone was, as much as she didn't want to admit it, unavoidable. The aura surrounding her seemed to flush slightly before retreating back. Visible sign of her hesitation? Maybe. Still though, she wouldn't know it was doing this. >>
(01:04:21) Chloe Grace. Listening to the bantering back and forth, could see Grace looking into her direction, but whether it was herself the woman was nodding to or towards someone else at the time, Chloe wouldn't know. Instead the woman gave a kindly smile towards Grace. Though soon it became apparent that the artist was leaving in favor for doing something else. She listened as the woman said her goodnights and left on one of the motorcycles. >>
(01:04:28) Chloe Grace. Must be nice to see the vehicle. Such a thing was beyond her type of vision. Using her cane, she found her way back towards the bar again once her latest can of beer had been emptied. It was now or never. Leaning a hand forward, she moved those fingers to locate an empty seat and sat down. Then faced towards JR and Ephram's directions. Whichever answered would be fine. She had managed to gather enough information so far. "Thanks for the free beer. By chance, do you know this Maggie? Dililah mentioned the name." <<
(00:09:29) JR Porter knew the second her mouth dropped open that he'd stepped in it, he just didn't quite know how badly yet. However as she wrapped her arm around his and responded, his features skewed with a bit with confusion...I mean it wasn't unlike Grace to refer to the age difference between herself and various members of the club but he didn't see how it had anything to do with him ribbing at her for being a cripple. Of course he hadn't clarified and he was about to feel the burn of what happened when one communicated poorly. He lofted a brow at her and let his gaze fall ahead of them, contemplating a moment and realizing that he'd never addressed her on the subject of why he'd sought her out so urgently earlier on in the day and he turned his head to speak just in time to witness the swift and sudden torture of the nerve endings connected to his nearest nipple. "Hey soOOH FUCK!" he started speaking, his tone taking a sharp uphill climb in pitch as he hunched forward in [c]
(00:09:39) JR Porter: protest, though by the time she'd started barking out demands for takebacksies he was already cackling through the pain. "WHAT?! I was talkin' about th-AH FUCK," he cried through the laughter and before he could respond further she he'd abandoned him and fled for the bar. He took a moment there to gain his bearings, partially because his fuckin' nipple was on fire and partially because he couldn't stop laughing. He straightened out his posture with a hand over his poor nip, rubbing it gingerly as he blew out a sigh and wiped the humor induced moister from the corner of his eye before ambling forward. "Jesus fuck, Gracey I'm into kinky shit but at least buy me dinner first," he crooned, the edges of his words still shaky with that kind of laughter that sounded a lot like you were about to cry. He reached the beer garden along side Grace in time to eye her sidelong with a squinted gaze, a smirk threatening the corners of his lips before he snorted into a final bout [c]
(00:09:47) JR Porter: of laughter. "Alright I deserved that...But I wasn't callin' ya old I was callin' ya crippled," he continued in a tone as if he knew he was digging himself in deeper but he really couldn't help it. He was actually having FUN after weeks of misery and really anything was better than the anguish he sunk into when things went quiet. Unfortunately he hadn't heard Mary over the sound of his own cries of pain thanks to the vampiric super strength vice grip Grace had employed upon him, but he was able to catch her goodbye. He'd regard her with a mirthful grin bolstered by the genuine good time he seemed to be finally having, something that might have been foreign to her but it was there all the same. "Thanks for comin' out Mary, ride safe," he called out with a short wave of his hand. He blew out one last sigh and shifted his attention to the prospect behind the bar. "Pale ale, Balast Point," he ordered. He knew they had it because he made sure Hipster confirmed that he'd [c]
(00:12:02) JR Porter: picked it up earlier that day, pain in the ass that he was. That cold gaze drifted across to Eph who was looking a little worse for wear and that more familiar look of concern evened out weathered features. "You alright, P?" he asked with a short nod, "pig didn't give you any trouble did he?" When his beer arrived, he plucked it up by the neck and glanced down at Grace. The brute nudged her shoulder gently with his own and rubbed his nipple with a feigned doleful expression before he dropped the act, chuckling as he took a swig of ale and eyed Eph again questioningly.[d]
(00:39:32) Ephram gave a wry grin as Dillie took her leave, @No promises.@ The boisterous vampire was given a brief glance, spotting both of them as JR cursed above the crowd. He found himself staring after them with a distant sort of look in his eye. This was real, a moment of reprieve from the ever present grief and he was glad for it. Perhaps there was more to this gathering than just trying to make nice with the civilians. It seemed JR was actually enjoying himself. His gaze moved back toward Grace eyeing her as Mary voiced a warning, nearly choking on his second bite of the hot dog as another nickname was tossed JR@s way. @Tramp@ certainly had its pitfalls but JR sure attracted a load of colorful nicknames. He took a long drink of his beer to clear his throat before glancing back toward Mary as she retrieved her phone, smirking at the somewhat comical sight of her with a mouthful of hotdog. He nodded through another bite as she said her goodbye, mumbling with his own mouthful. [c]
(00:39:45) Ephram. @Chree ugh.@ He said unintelligibly until he@d swallowed down that last bite and lofted a brow, hitting his chest with a balled fist and clearing his throat. @Yeah, see you again soon.@ He said. Very presidential... He downed the last of his beer, brushing off his hands before shrugging at JR@s question. @I@m good, nothing I couldn@t deal with.@ Eph assured him, though the look he gave him would certainly say he@d fill him in later, though it wasn@t as if the cop hadn@t flaunted his position around for all to see anyhow. It was more so the effect the bastard had him... and the general demeanor of the officer that had him slightly wary. At least the stoic ones were easier to read, predictable..this one seemed far less so. He glanced over to survey the thinning crowd, wondering if perhaps the outburst of the police officer had anything to do with it before leaning up on the bar as he slid his empty across it. [c]
(00:41:10) Ephram. His gaze momentarily drew to the blind woman making her rounds, once more taking stock of her aura along with a few of the others bustling around the crowd. He wasn't sure if it was the ring or this place, but he'd never thought Calaveras was quite this populated with creepy crawlies.[f]
(00:48:44) Gracey cackled the whole way as she led JR by his titty to the bar pretty much, her face red from the fun of it all. But Mary's call of being careful had Grace snorting in reply with a nod. Once she released however, he demanded that she do the gentlemanly thing and buy him dinner. Grace held up a finger, and even opened her mouth as if she were about to speak but promptly fucking closed it. Her face was red for more than laughter now. Shaking her head, she wasn't going to touch the comment in her head with a ten foot pole. Sitting at the bar, her can of miller lite would be dropped off and Grace would open it, taking a long drink from it's contents. "I'm not that crippled, I'm just ugly and snaggletoothed for now, okay?" Shaking her head, grace looked to her beer and snickered. "I'll have a go at hunting later, and after that I'll be the most beautiful bird at the policeman's ball." >>
(00:48:57) Gracey Eyebrow wriggle was given in pairing with a grin which showcased the temporary snaggle. Sure, feeding would heal her eye, but that fang was going to take quite awhile yet. "Goodbye!" She would wave to Mary, and set back onto her beer, wondering just where she was going to farm her dinner from after this. Finishing her beer, Grace would return the shoulder bump to JR, Happy that he was happy for a moment, and shift her gaze then onto Ephram. "I am..re..heally fucking spent, as much as I love you both, I should be going. I'll call soon, and let you know about the erm, the thing." Nodding in the direction of the blind woman, she didn't want to detail her assault. "JR knows, anyway." Grace said to Ephram. She wondered briefly about sleeping in her trailer here on the property, but wouldn't ask it. Even if she didn't feel safe at the shop after all that.>>
(00:49:37) Gracey Took in a breath and stretched. "Yeah I need to eat and get to bed." Hugs were foregone this time around, Grace didn't hug when she was hungry. Not people that she loved, anyway. The vampire stood and walked toward her bike backward, almost as if she wanted to look at those boys longer. There was most assuredly a pride there in her lingering gaze upon them. She knew that they would be just fine. Men like them always were, no matter what the odds, resilient. Hopping on the huge son of a bitch bike that Jeremiah had left her, it was a matter of seconds before the thing blazed and roared to life with it's defiant battlecry. She really needed to get something to eat, and catch a nap. Today had been a draining one. She'd be back for the trailer in the morning, but for now? Snacks.<E>
(01:04:16) Chloe Grace edged closer slightly towards the bar as more people seemed to be filtering out. With her vision she could note Ephram momentarily looking her way, but said and did nothing. Not being one to start a conversation, at least not usually. But in a place that was foreign? She'd need directions before long. So talking to someone was, as much as she didn't want to admit it, unavoidable. The aura surrounding her seemed to flush slightly before retreating back. Visible sign of her hesitation? Maybe. Still though, she wouldn't know it was doing this. >>
(01:04:21) Chloe Grace. Listening to the bantering back and forth, could see Grace looking into her direction, but whether it was herself the woman was nodding to or towards someone else at the time, Chloe wouldn't know. Instead the woman gave a kindly smile towards Grace. Though soon it became apparent that the artist was leaving in favor for doing something else. She listened as the woman said her goodnights and left on one of the motorcycles. >>
(01:04:28) Chloe Grace. Must be nice to see the vehicle. Such a thing was beyond her type of vision. Using her cane, she found her way back towards the bar again once her latest can of beer had been emptied. It was now or never. Leaning a hand forward, she moved those fingers to locate an empty seat and sat down. Then faced towards JR and Ephram's directions. Whichever answered would be fine. She had managed to gather enough information so far. "Thanks for the free beer. By chance, do you know this Maggie? Dililah mentioned the name." <<
7th Round
(01:32:15) JR Porter glanced at Eph solemnly as he replied. His expression was unreadable and while he'd picked up on the knowing look that suggested they'd talk later, he still sensed the clear difference in the way he'd regarded the people around him versus his brothers in arms. There was a disconnect, and for a while he understood that maybe it was the way the club reminded him of Izzie but the longer time went on, the more he wondered if there was something else. After all, his friendship with JR had long preceded him even meeting Izzie. There was undeniably resentment there and perhaps deep down, some hurt feelings he'd never admit to, but either way he nodded to indicate he understood. JR grinned and waggled his brows defiantly at the spitfire of a vamp at his side as for once, Gracey was at a loss for words in response to his antics. But soon and regrettably she was off, and just as JR was starting to loosen up. There was no disguising the mild disappointment at her departure [c]
(01:32:24) JR Porter: and his gaze lingered on her a moment with a faint smirk as she backpedaled away from them. He lifted his beer to his lips, holding the bottle loosely by the neck as he took a swig and shook his head slightly. The sensation of forgetting his troubles even momentarily was an addicting one. His gaze narrowed into the blank space in front of him for a moment as if he were deep in thought before he lifted it to settle on Eph. It was as if he were about to say something when the quiet vampire who'd been moving about pretty much on her own the whole night came to settle on a seat near his vicinity. The stool creaked as he shifted his weight to turn and regard her thoughtfully, lofting a brow with genuine confusion at her question. "Our pleasure, darlin'," he started, though his tone seemed distracted in trying to search his mind to place the name she was asking after. A moment passed before he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure who that is," he replied earnestly, [c]
(01:32:35) JR Porter: glancing over at Eph questioningly. He knew most of Dillie's friends, not only because he was overbearingly protective but because most of her friends were also his.[d]
(02:09:30) You say, "The blank expression had Ephram's brow lofting but he brushed it off, figuring it was more fallout from the scenario with Mary, keeping himself from letting go of the sigh that he very much so wanted to express. It would take time for him to get used to this. There was far less of an eye on him when he'd simply patch holder, and yeah, he'd pulled back but the first six months, most had understood. He'd thrown himself into the life with his brothers, and maybe he'd spent more time around the clubhouse which had distracted some from the empty seat at family dinners or celebrations that didn't congregate around the MC's club house, but they'd seen him at least...superficially...have a good time. This convincing act of amiability draining but necessary at social gatherings and he'd been genuinely happy to see JR having a good time. Grace distracted though, pushing up from her seat as he listened to the two of them volly back and forth. c"
(02:09:53) Ephram. He'd meant it when he'd said he'd wanted to speak with her on her issues with outsiders but he certainly couldn't hold her there until the end of everything to speak privately, more worried about ears on them now after the intrusion of the hellhound than he'd been before. He nodded. "Real soon, Grace." He mumbled pointedly before watching her go and forcing a more encouraging smile as she trekked backwards toward her bike, "Be safe." He called after, his tone more forceful than he'd meant it to come off before waving over his shoulder as the roar of her bike filled the air and she was off. He turned just in time to watch whatever words JR had planned to say die on his tongue, his brow quirking before his head turned to eye the woman who'd pulled up beside his fair-haired brother. He nodded to support JR's hospitality before shaking his head at the questioning look JR shot over toward him. "We're uh, kind of new to town? Don't know anybody here named Maggie." c
(02:10:03) Ephram explained.
(03:00:00) Chloe Grace's sensitive ears picked up the creaks of the stool. Thankfully the special earplugs worked! Or else it would have sounded like nails running across a chalkboard! Only a hundred times worse. One of the drawbacks to having a heightened sense of hearing? Noise pollution and high pitched sounds. She did her hardest not to cringe hearing that stool. Not even a flinch! Hearing that neither one knew about this Maggie, and that they were new here like herself, well...that doesn't deter her! "That's okay. I'm sure I'll find out whomever she - or he, is." A shrug of her shoulders. Were there men named Maggie? Not that'd she'd heard of. But you never knew! "So we're all new to this place then. My name is Chloe. Perhaps we'll be seeing each other more?" It never hurt to make new connections in a foreign place. At least try to get along with locals whether old or new. Right?
-RP STOPPED HERE, OOCLY. Both hosts were pretty tired.-
(01:32:24) JR Porter: and his gaze lingered on her a moment with a faint smirk as she backpedaled away from them. He lifted his beer to his lips, holding the bottle loosely by the neck as he took a swig and shook his head slightly. The sensation of forgetting his troubles even momentarily was an addicting one. His gaze narrowed into the blank space in front of him for a moment as if he were deep in thought before he lifted it to settle on Eph. It was as if he were about to say something when the quiet vampire who'd been moving about pretty much on her own the whole night came to settle on a seat near his vicinity. The stool creaked as he shifted his weight to turn and regard her thoughtfully, lofting a brow with genuine confusion at her question. "Our pleasure, darlin'," he started, though his tone seemed distracted in trying to search his mind to place the name she was asking after. A moment passed before he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure who that is," he replied earnestly, [c]
(01:32:35) JR Porter: glancing over at Eph questioningly. He knew most of Dillie's friends, not only because he was overbearingly protective but because most of her friends were also his.[d]
(02:09:30) You say, "The blank expression had Ephram's brow lofting but he brushed it off, figuring it was more fallout from the scenario with Mary, keeping himself from letting go of the sigh that he very much so wanted to express. It would take time for him to get used to this. There was far less of an eye on him when he'd simply patch holder, and yeah, he'd pulled back but the first six months, most had understood. He'd thrown himself into the life with his brothers, and maybe he'd spent more time around the clubhouse which had distracted some from the empty seat at family dinners or celebrations that didn't congregate around the MC's club house, but they'd seen him at least...superficially...have a good time. This convincing act of amiability draining but necessary at social gatherings and he'd been genuinely happy to see JR having a good time. Grace distracted though, pushing up from her seat as he listened to the two of them volly back and forth. c"
(02:09:53) Ephram. He'd meant it when he'd said he'd wanted to speak with her on her issues with outsiders but he certainly couldn't hold her there until the end of everything to speak privately, more worried about ears on them now after the intrusion of the hellhound than he'd been before. He nodded. "Real soon, Grace." He mumbled pointedly before watching her go and forcing a more encouraging smile as she trekked backwards toward her bike, "Be safe." He called after, his tone more forceful than he'd meant it to come off before waving over his shoulder as the roar of her bike filled the air and she was off. He turned just in time to watch whatever words JR had planned to say die on his tongue, his brow quirking before his head turned to eye the woman who'd pulled up beside his fair-haired brother. He nodded to support JR's hospitality before shaking his head at the questioning look JR shot over toward him. "We're uh, kind of new to town? Don't know anybody here named Maggie." c
(02:10:03) Ephram explained.
(03:00:00) Chloe Grace's sensitive ears picked up the creaks of the stool. Thankfully the special earplugs worked! Or else it would have sounded like nails running across a chalkboard! Only a hundred times worse. One of the drawbacks to having a heightened sense of hearing? Noise pollution and high pitched sounds. She did her hardest not to cringe hearing that stool. Not even a flinch! Hearing that neither one knew about this Maggie, and that they were new here like herself, well...that doesn't deter her! "That's okay. I'm sure I'll find out whomever she - or he, is." A shrug of her shoulders. Were there men named Maggie? Not that'd she'd heard of. But you never knew! "So we're all new to this place then. My name is Chloe. Perhaps we'll be seeing each other more?" It never hurt to make new connections in a foreign place. At least try to get along with locals whether old or new. Right?
-RP STOPPED HERE, OOCLY. Both hosts were pretty tired.-
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