July 17, 2004.07.17.04. - at the pub [cliona-percy-melissa-cooper][claddaugh irish pub]
(cliona)
Where else would you expect to find an Irish lass in the early evenings? That's right, her favorite pub. After having left Caleb off to make some phone calls and such, tentatively making his way back to the world of the living, after patrols, after checking in here and there, she's now where she prefers to be. Curled up in 'her' booth in the back of the seating area, near enough to the bar that she can call for refills whenever she wants one.Which, you know, is often. She -is- Irish, after all.
She's got a book in front of her, her bottomless pint, and a plate of cheese fries she's working her way through. Curled up sideways on the booth seat, her pack behind her back as a pillow, her two-toned hair sliding over her shoulders, providing a red and black curtain over her features. Tank top, jeans, well-worn boots, and she looks the way she always does. Comfortable, content, though the wolf within her skin tugs to be let loose under crescent moon.
Her moon.
Her birthright.
Her…. voice lifted in call for a refill. "ey Mac, I'm parched o're here! ye tryin t'kill me o'thirst?" And an unrepentant grin as he throws his towel at her, but sends another one over with the waitress her next time around.
(james)
the idea of the "Pub" originated as a hub of Irish communities
where folks could gather at the end of the day
and spend some time with both friends and family.... it's a good enough excuse for James
evening's close to drawing dusky hues across the sky
and one guttermutt's drug himself in at the end of a hard day's work
knowing the Pub's owner he's in good enough company
full force of Ahroun's Rage swelling before him even on a sliver moon
directing him towards the less-occupied end of the bar"Beer. Burg'r."
about all he says to the 'tender after flopping down onto a stool
pack slung beneath the run holding up battered Corcoran's
just because his Tribe's renowned for endless treks across a city
doesn't mean it doesn't feel damned good to just sit for awhile
home territory's just across the way - he can take a break(cliona)
She chuckles at something the waitress says as she leaves her beer there for the Irish lass, and upon lifting it, she sees the entrance of the raggedy man taking the seat at the less populated end of the bar - conveniently the end nearest her. Funny how that usually happens - though her rage isn't as high as some, it is high enough to keep her in her own company if she wishes it.She watches him a moment, then with an easy smile. "Ey mac? Put his on me tab, will ye?" Friendly little thing that she is. Only when he turns around to see who or why, does she wave him over, offering the more comfortable booth seat across the way from her for his occupancy. "ye look like ye could use a wee rest on something more then wood and rungs…" the explanation.
(james)
"Y'r makin' a habit a savin' my ass."chuckled when the Bone Gnawer accepts her invitation
sliding to make himself more than comfortable in the padded booth
"Though dunna if ev'n th' beer'll save ya fr' me."apologetically waved at the state of his own affairs
it may only be 75 degrees out - but it feels far warmer
especially given the guttermutt's obviously recent dismissal from work
sweat-glued grime covering the length of arms revealed by wifebeater(cliona)
She just grins and arches a slim red brow. "Well, tis such a foine ass t'be saving, dinna ye think? Wouldnae do it otherwise…"unrepentant grin (been hanging around with Butta too long girl..) before she waves away the rest of the comment. "Bah, I'm th'only lass in a pack o'lads, ye think I canna handle a little bit o'evidence o'a hard days work? I swear, th'boys o'mine will be th'death o'me. Toss in th'beer breath and second hand cigarette smoke and tis a good thing I've natural ability to resist th'toxins, including th'smelly arses."
Even through the complaints, of course, it's more then clear she adores her boys, her pack, and holds an affectionate pride for those she's chosen to call brothers. A feeling she knows he understands as well.
She closes her book and tucks it away. "So what kind o'work has ye so dishelved t'day, lad…" yes, just because he's older then her, does not preclude the natural 'lad' at the end. She calls Sandman the same, and he's an old man at 30 to her wee 17.
(james)
a brow lifts at the unrepetant grin
but at the end - James just ends up chuckling again
low growl rumbling out of his chest
seemingly enough to shake his dreads with the laughter
head rocking back and forth really what does the job
"Workin' at a ware'ouse 'day." thumb hooks back over a shoulder towards the direction he supposedly came "Been slingin' stock, feed, 'n...." a pause, one for the waitress to drop of burger and beer, one for a theatric sniff of dirty forarm - so dirty, it almos obscures the inks patterning inner flesh "..... Green Thumb Fert'lizer."(cliona)
A nod of thanks to the waitress, and she lifts her pint in toast and tosses a few healthy swallows back. Doesn't drink like she's 17 either. Drinks like she's Irish dammit, and someone has to make sure the boys are drank under the table now and again. Keeps them honest, and behaving.Nose wrinkles as she lets pale gaze slide over him and the dirt, then back up to meet his gaze with a grin. "Makes a lass glad she 'as her own income and dinnae have t'worry about doing such things as slinging shite about a warehouse…. Not that I havenae done me fair share o'that too. Looks much better on yeself then it would on me fair skin." Goes so far as to pose a bit, flicking her hair back over her shoulder - though they don't get more natural then she is, really. No makeup, no primping, just down home fresh from a shower scented girl.
(percival knight)
The Outback sport rounds the corner and slows looking for a parkingspace on the street of the pub. Humming softly to himself along with the beat of Maroon 5s new song he spots one and whips the little car into the spot. Nodding gently he opens the door and steps out. A bit of a strech and covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawns. Looking around he moves to the curb. Hopping up and heading for the pub itself.Dressed today in jeans, hiking boots, a blue teeshirt under an open plaid shirt of green and matching blue. His glasses adorn a calm peaceful face and over blue eyes.
Getting to the door he pulls it open and steps inside. The tingle in the base of his skull alerting him to the presence of one of the Flight. Eyes quest looking for them.
(james)
around a burger that's already..... gone... the Fostern cracks a smile
polite enough to swallow the final bite before laughing"Ah, see howwit is wi' ya." slugging back a good portion of the beer - he may not be Irish, but he's a fuckin' Eagle "Say I'm good 'nuff a save, but then o'ly look good cov'r'n dust'n grime'n who know' what else."
(cliona)
Gaze slides over to the door and grin slides warmer for a moment, meeting Percy's gaze and nodding hellow before looking back to James and waving a hand his way. Head tilts, and she's clearly thinking…. remembering.. attempting too anyway, before with a little furrowed brow. "Now, tha'begs th'question, o'course… have I ever seen ye when ye not covered in some sort o'goo or another…" The last she saved him he'd been covered in his own intestines…. then she nods. "Ah, wait - ye were covered in hocky pads o'me boy Butta's once… I retract th'insinuation."good natured grin, as she sits up a bit, knowing Percy is headed this way, and well better to close her in then to attempt to close a Fullmoon in.
(percy)
Looking around he spots her, smiles softly to himself and heads that way. One hand coming up to first push up his glasses then run though his normal brown hair.
Percival didn't really come across as a furry monster. Not much at all. His presence didn't cause humans to cower and retreat all the time. HIs manner was rather docile and calm. People that worked with him always said that they worked better with him around. He had some sort of unspoken synergy that helped to bind groups together. Maybe it was his words. Not too many but those spoken with a gentle lit that didn't seem to need to threaten. His size wasn't what one would expect in a massive hulking monster either. 5'8" in homid he was a bit on the short side for males and just about the same height if an inch or two higher than mose females.
Crossing the pub he pauses and holds up a hand to one of the normal wenches. Smiles and murmers to her and nods to the table where Cliona sits. A grin and he nods to her again exchanging some flirtation or pleasentry. Which ever the waitress goes off beaming and Percival walks on up to the table and slips in beside Cliona. A nod to her, Pack before all, and then a nod to the elder Gnawer. He waits, junior man on the pole. Don't speak unless you're spoken too and all but low and behold if the smiling waitress doesnt return with a refill for James and Cliona, even if theirs are full, and a Mikes Hard Lime for Percy.(james)
brows lift in concert towards mane of heavy dreads
tempted to fling a ketchup slathered fry at the comment
but then... that's waste of a good french fry
so he's slashed a crooked grin, instead"'leas' I think 'nuff a get dress up f'r yeh."
odd, the combination of accents here
each cutting out wordparts in their own special way
chin lifts up Eagle style in greeting Percy
frygrease wiped off fingers before calloused hand is offered in shake"James."
(cliona)
She laughs and nods. "Aye. I'd do th'same but ye know…" pause, dramatically, of course. She may not be a songster, but the ability is innate in all Irish. "I was convinced once, t'show off me legs in a wee little skirt here at th'pub, and even me resisting toxins couldnae save me arse - enough drinks flowin t'get even me plastered!"She grins at Percy and tsks, seeing his hard lime. "This one… he's new, ye see, he canna even drink decently yet… Tis me lad Percy. Percy, th'BG elder." and the rest she leaves up to her boy.
*percy)
Percy smiles at the offered hand and shakes it with is own. Though noone would think it to look at him the guy did have strong hands. Hands that regularly worked out with a staff. The callouses wern't hard and brittle like a steel worker or hard manuel labor but more the soft stength that came though maintained villigance and dedication to a martial art form. His smile is friendly and guinue as he shakes the elders hand. Seemingly unfettered by James' appearance or words."Percival Knight. Nice to make your aquataince."
A bit of a smile to Cliona and he takes his Mikes and twists off the cap. Looks at it and flips it to her with a "PING" sound. Inside it reads "Want a tickel?" A bit of a chuckel from young percy and he leans back.
"Long day..."(james)
"Hangin' 'roun' you?" smirked as the Gnawer drains more of his own beer "No doubt'll learn a drink right quick."(cliona)
She whimpers, playfully, as she's pinged with the bottle cap, chuckling as she nods. "Aye, most do. Even ye beta couldnae keep up wit'me…" What fun it is to be Irish, really.She then slides her gaze to Percy, and brow arches slowly. "Oh really… ye lass bring home more friends again?" Oh. so. innocent.
(and if ye believe that….)
(percy)
"I drink." Said with a bit of a grin in his defence. There was some alcohol in Mikes. He wasn't exactly sure how much, but it was there. Probably.
Then Cliona's words hit and it's like she flipped a switch. He instantly goes red and blushes to high heaven. His eyes look tothe lable of his drink and he murmers something close to "she's moving in..."(james)
a brow lifts
Cliona comments. Percival blushes.
oh, most certainly a brow lifts"Which one?"
oh. so. innocent.
the guttermutt can keep up, too
attention blessedly turning to the Irish Lass
chuckling another low rumblygrowl"Yeh? Deck'r ain' known a be th' bes' drink'r've th' Eagles."
(cliona)
"Aye, ye drink pisswater with a wee bit o'lime tossed in. Tis nae drinkin lad!" and then he blushes, and she lifts her pint and takes a swallow…..juuuuuuuuust as James comments, and she near spits her beer out with a laugh, barely saving it with a swallow (we shall not waste beer! Rule number one!) before she dissolves in laughter and waits for Percy to pull his patented bang his head on the table move…. "Oi lad, tis a good question that… which one indeed.. or maybe… both…?"
(percival)
Looking up to James he smiles sheepishly "Well, um.. both actually."
Looking to Cliona he shrugs and takes a sip of the Hard Lime.
Looking back to Cliona and nodding with a bit of wide eyes. "Their idea...."(james)
it's the Ahroun's turn to laugh
shaking his head again before draining the last of this round beer"Wi' tha' a brag 'bout..... dunn think he gotta worry 'bout braggin' rights 'roun' drinkin'."
(cliona)
She just laughs and nudges Percy, sighing dramatically. "And meself such a loyal lass. I could 'ave me a few ye know – but instead I'll be all alone in me big ole house and big ole bed, with nae one, let alone TWO lads t'keep me company…."She winks at James, and chuckles, nodding. "at least I've me drink t'drown me sorrows in."
(percy)
"Well it's not like I went looking to have a bevy or anything. I was fine with one and I went to her place one night and she had a "surprise" for me and well.. "
He shrugs and sips his drink.
"I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth."
A bit of a smile, blush starting to fade just a little.(james)
"I woul'n' be c'mplanin', kid." then the lanky Ahroun stretches to clink empty glass against Cliona's, seemingly familiar with her tale "I'd drink a tha'. But...."aw, fuggit
he doesn't have that far to stumble back into home territory
nodding at the waitress for just... one more
one won't kill him
probably(cliona)
She taps James's glass with her own, and drinks enough swallows for both of them, waving over another refill for herself as well. It won't kill her, most certainly, but she doesn't resist the tease. "Dinna worry lad, I'll see ye make it home unmolested…" winks, and then stretches. "Dinnae blame ye percy – and I apologize for pulling ye out from under'em just t'shove me wee guts back in where th'belong again…"(percy)
"Oh I'm not. My girl is an EMT and um.. her girl is a Massage theropist. It's a very... healing atmosphere."
A repressed grin.
"How are the both of you?"
Looking over Cliona for wounds. SHe would know, feel more likly, he was none too pleased about the kidnnaping spirit quest thing. The normally Docile Percival got a bit riled on that one. "Mmmmm well I explained it to Meli, Danni slept though it and.. well we don't tell her about my.. other job."(james)
"Tired. 'n in need've a show'r."polite yet crooked smile working for an apology
fresh off the warehouse block - James is no rose
something more like a fading fuscia, just smelling worse
winking at Cliona when the third beer arrives
and yes, he's gonna get harder to decipher here real quick(cliona)
She chuckles and nods, before rolling her eyes at Percy's easily recognizable look. "I be foine lad, jus' foine. Ye patched me up well, and I was only questin for 24 hours or so… dinna get hurt, I did what th'spirits asked me too and I'm all in one piece, honest!"tsks, and offers james a long suffering look. "th'forget I am an Alpha, even if I am a wee lass…" Though it's teasing as she murmurs over the totem phone. ~I'm foine, honest. Nae a thing wrong with meself now… I know ye wasnae happy, neither was I.. but th'spirits, th'work mysteriously, ye know?~
(percy)
"I didn't forget. I'm just kinda picky about my alpha up and being snatched with out a "Do you mind muchly" From the snatchers."
Sippinghis Mikes Hard lime he's only about a third though the bottle. A nod to James. "Not the same kinda work I'm sure but I've been at work all day too. I'm a bit drained."
Picking at the lable of his beverage he speaks back across the totem link. Just doing what I'd expect you to do for me if I just up and dissapeared, boss.
(james)
"S'why I get off easy bein' Eagle' PR - dunn need th' stress a bein' Alpha. BeeGee Eld'r's bad 'nuff." there's a smug smirk in response, head tipping towards Percy's last remark "Yeh? Where you work, kid?"given the more than apparent slur and notch in his jawline
it's probably assumption that it's far easier for the guttermutt to say "kid"
than decipherably repronounce anyone's actual name(cliona)
Aye lad, and ye know I would, too, dinna ye now. She chuckles and pats Percy's hand, before stretching slightly, and grins. "But twas right peaceful when th'dropped me off along th'waves and th'smells o'home… and Caleb – if'n I wasnae a kept women, and he wasnae full blood b'side, I'da brought him back t'life with a wee bit more then a rough n tumble brawl.."un. re. pent. ant. grin.
She chuckles and nods to James. "Aye, but twas a matter o'someone needin t'do it. Though how I get meself stuck in council situations as second to me elder – and me beta! – I'll nae figure out. Th'lad will be th'death o'me f'sure… me arse is numb with all th'sittin listenin to th'squabblin with nothing e're getting' done…"
(percy)
"I'm head Counselor at a Shelter here in the city run by me and my kin. We look after abused ladies, children and the like. Specificly I'm a trama and grief counselor."Looking over as Cliona speaks. Blink.. blink. A covert glance to James to see if he caught that. Looking back to Cliona and nods slowly like he understood that first bit.
"How'd that turn out. One of your people found me after the meeting bleedin' like a stuck pig"
(James)
"Yeh.... 'n how a two a Eagle's fullbloods got on th' Council I'll nev'r know'r un'erstand." dreads shift over a shrug lifting ashen scarred shoulders "Moot's bad 'nuff a what we gotta sit through, dunn think eith'r've us made it throguh las' nigh'."he's heard... references to what happened
but that's about the extent of his involvement
nodding up as Percy's explanation unfolds"S'a good job a do."
(melissa branagan)
*she pushes into the tavern, her wide velvet dark eyes sweeping around as her hands splay over her slender hips, her white frilly tank top looking prestine against her dusky gold skin as it gleams with a healthy sheen under the dim light, her long gold nd brown hair spilling down her shoulders in freshly washed wave,, the soft fringe of bang helping to complement her velvet brown eyes and her sculpted features, her lips swept with shimmering pink lipgloss, her matching white skirt brushing her shapely thighs, her legs lithe and lightly muscled, a pair of white strappy sandles weaving up over her slender calves, her clutch purse gripped in her slender hand, looking around, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her expression almost nervous*(cliona)
Shakes her head. "almost 'ad me a brawl meself curbin th'bleedin one's mouth at th'moot. Mary Stewart, tis th'lass ye talking about, aye Percy? She had nae business bein there, other then t'observe. Th'constant bickering nae drove me right up a wall. And then she all but RUINED a bunch o'beer, jumpin into th'brawl th'broke out. Kin ye imagine? Th'kind of Fianna risks th'beer???"Tsks and chuckles at James. "I'd only been there t'observe if'n I'ad me wish. Dinna know Santiago, but th'McCanns, as foolish as th'are, be Tribemates. Tis th'least I could o'done. Instead, I 'ad t'pass judgement on it all. Tis a messed up business Percy, be glad ye wasnae there."
(percy)
"I find great pleasure in helping those that need it."
A sip of the hard lime.
"Yes that'd be she. Sort of a creepy one, was bragging up how she'd been there and spoke and stuff. Asked why I didn't come. I told her I knew my place and wouldn't speak at such a meeting least my elder thought I was challenging."
A nod to the glad he wasn't there part.
"I was at the Koi Pond, we've attracted some little Dragonflies already."
A cock of the head and a sniff of the air. Slowly his eyes turn to the open door as Meli enters and he smiles gently. Standing he nods to the table, a bit of an excusion and starts across the pub towards Meli.(melissa)
*she spots him, her slender bare arm raising to wave, the smile blossoming over her features like the sun breaking through the clouds, moving through the crowd to meet him halfway*
(james)
"Th' fuck kin'a Fianna risk' beer??"James. Stares.
bewildered allright
doing his duty to nullify such effects
draining a damned good portion of his own
(oooh yeh, Jamey-boy's feeling it, allright)
shaking his head with another trademark lopsided grin"Me'n th' boys've haddit in'n out with Fianna in th' pas'. Maybe bes' we wun't there."
(percy)
Stepping up to Meli his arms slip around her narrow hips and he smiles leaning to kiss her. She's only an inch shorter than he and with him being a relitivly not tall male and her being a not short female, they look to be the same height.
A nod to her and he smiles. "You ready to... meet some more like me?"(cliona)
She chuckles as Percy jumps up to head over toward Melissa. Maybe she's here for…. breakfast. Again. She just nods to james, her attention returning to him, easy grin well at home across her face. She's not feeling the effects quite yet – other then the pleasant little warmth sliding through her. Of course, there's no telling how many pints she had before James arrived to join her, either."Aye, probably it was. Th'get – th' new blacksmith John methinks his name is, and th'Silent one, they were there for ye lad Decker. Th'silent one was composed, and spoke – well, wrote – pretty well, made a lot o'sense, but th'other, John. Th'boy has a temper worth o'th'Irish, he does, and finally couldna keep his mouth shut any longer. I turned me back for two seconds and th'brawl broke out and th'Guardians played bouncers. T'was a shameful moment it was…"
Curious, she looks at him, and chuckles. "Ye dinna say – here in town? Me lads nae causes ye grief are they?"
(melissa)
*she laughs softly against his lips as she peeks up at him timidly*I....I dunno....*her fingers tightening around his, standing up on tiptoes top peel over his shoulder from the direction she came*Did.....did youthink I was ready too?? *she looks down*I'm so nervous I think I am gonna hork....(percy)
"Well don't Hork, what ever that is, it doesn't sound good. I think you're ready. Just remember to be respectful. Direct eye contact can be thought a challenge. You don't have to bow or scrape but fixed stares might arouse anger, and just be yourself. You're a great girl."
A smile and he squeeses her hands.
"Two important people here for you to meet. Come on. I'll introduce you."(cooper jones)
Curious (and eager to ingest a new experience, always on the lookout for more knowledge), the young Gnawer steps into the pub; it's not the first time she's been in such a place - or likely to be the last - despite her obviously tender age. Dressed in much more her usual style (though tonight she lets her form show a bit; she looks older when she appears to have a shape, after all), she's unremarkable at best, until one notices that Rage, kept under such tight control but definitely there. The girl doesn't know what brought her path this way tonight, or why she bothered to step in . . . but now, she stands in the doorway and looks around, assessing the situation before making a move. No one she knows - and of course she hadn't expected anyone - so after a bit she just makes her way to the room, subtly listening to snippets of conversation here and there. It's when she nears Cliona and James that she hears something that gives her pause, hazel eyes actually moving to take them in - she can feel Rage answering Rage, but she doesn't know from whom, or if its from both until she puts the pieces together. (They were at the moot.) Her hesitation and uncertainty are clear as she fidgets a bit with the hem of the shirt that suddenly feels uncomfortably tight, wishing she'd brough Kwesi or somebody (anybody familiar, any port in a storm) with her.(melissa)
Don't look them in the eye but be yourself....eek....*she looks up at him, her fear showing in her velvet dark eyes*I...I just don't want to get you in trouble.....(percy)
A warm smile for her and he shakes his head. "You wont. They've been hearing all about you. I brag on you alot."
A bit of a raised eyebrow when Cooper passes them and heads back towards the table. A mental tap on Cliona's mind to get her to look up and then he smiles to Meli and nods. "You gonna hork?"(meli)
*she shifts on her sandles, moving closer to him as she murmurs*no...I think I'll be OK....would they be too mad if I get a hard cider or something...?*she looks up at him from beneath the thick fringe of lashes*And I am as ready as I am gonna be....*her lips brush against his chin before looking over his shoulder again, waiting for him to take the lead, her gaze lowered*(percy)
"Mad? Oh no... they rag on me all the time for what I drink. they'll probably cheer you."
Smiling he runs a hand softly over her hair and nods turning to head back towards the table. Coming at a leasurly pace as Cooper is standing there now.(mel)
*she slips her arm around his waist, leaning her head upon his shoulder, her fingers curle in her purse as she lets him lead her over to the table, her hair spilling over his shoulder, her skirt whispering softly against her skin*(james)
his head shakes, offering a small smile"Nuh. Back'n Jersey. Any a y'r boys cause shit wi' me..... you'll hear 'bout it firs' 'r be pickin' up their pieces. But I'll keep a watch out for' this kid"
the rest of the phrase drifting off at Cooper's approach
Rage bouncing against Rage - and the BeeGee Ahroun's got his fair share
(the Fostern's a fucking predator, no matter how easy that smile)
brow lifting as his chin tips up in salutation(cliona)
She grins and nods then. "good, appreciate that, dinna I now.." And then here comes Cooper, and the mental thump to get her to look up. She arches a brow and nods to the girl. "Slainte, lass – 'elp ye?"Gaze shifts over her shoulder to check out Percy and Melissa, before sliding back to Cooper, waiting.
(cooper)
"Slainte. I just . . . 'eard a bit o' yer conversation . . ."
Blushing, awkward, adolescent . . . yet there's a kind of steel in her spine that says she won't take much, should someone start giving.
"Wasn' eavesdroppin', I swear. Jus' 'eard ye while I was walkin' . . . me name's Cooper . . ."
Tripping over her tounge, blushing darker and stopping, uncertain whether to continue the introduction here or not, despite the rage she feels emanating around her. There might be just humans here too, after all, and no good broadcasting private matters to the whole pub.(cliona)
She chuckles again, and nods. "Aye, ye did, did ye now… Cooper is it – what kin I do for ye lass?" She drains a few swallows of her pint before. "Cliona Murran's me name – tis me land round abouts here – and this is James, his boys run th'area across th'way. Behind ye there is me lad Percy, and his gell." Introductions – partially at any rate.There's a quick glance around and then. "If'n ye keep ye voice down a wee bit, lass, ye kin speak freely here."
(percy)
Percival walks up behind cooper. Instinctual pack tactics guiding his motions with out him really thinking of it. Flanking her easily. Unlike Cliona and James, Percival radiates NO RAGE at this moment. It's as if he were human.
A smile he gently strokes the small of Meli's back and waits.(cooper)
Not so well versed in pack tactics (she's fairly fresh to the world of Garou, after all, and not all that well trained), Cooper takes a half step back, allowing Percy to join his friends, offering a smile that's a mite shy to both him and Mel.
"Cooper Jones. An' I don' really 'ave any land, unless ye count me mam's apartment . . . I just kinda roam where the wind takes me."
A little more certain now, though not much.
"James . . . do ye know a man named Tristan?"
A guess . . . James is a really common name, after all. But then, Garou are uncommon, and she's only heard of one James amongst them . . . so not such a risky guess, all in all.(mel)
*she shifts next to him, nuzzling closer to him, as if unable to get close enough to him, her head softly resting on his shoulder*(percy)
Gently he strokes the small of Meli's back reassuring her. Turning to murmer in her ear.(james)
the guttermutt nods, hand waving away the notion of formality
dreads falling over his shoulders through shift on the booth bench
offering Cooper a spot beside him as Percy returns for his on Cliona's side"Yeh." easy enough that crooked grin, though it does little to hide the animal inside.... unfortunately he doesn't have the same advantages Percy has to quell that constant barrage.... doing his best to reach past it in an offered hand calloused by hard labor to shake towards Cooper "Tris'n's me bro. 'm one've Eagle's boys. BeeGee top dawg."
(mel)
*she nods slowly to his words, her velvet dark eyes moving to the two sitting at the table and the one standing, her fingers curling into his side, scratching his side softly*(cliona)
There's a glance as Percy murmurs, then a nod as she waves them over. "Pull ye lass up a chair, Percy lad… Cooper, have yeself a sit – dinna mind him, 'e's mostly harmless." Easily grinned. It's hard not to be put at ease between her good natured banter, and Percy's calming influence, even with the tug of rage that pulls under Theurge moon."Can I get ye something t'drink?" to both Mel and Cooper.
(percy)
Nodding to his alpha he pulls a chair from another table and holding Meli's hand as she sits then sits himself. Smiling to the group. "May I introduce Melissa Branagan, EMT. Melissa this is Cliona Murran, James and Cooper"
Having just heard Cliona name the girl.
"Melissa is extreamly new... as in.... a week so.. yall don't scare her."
A soft smile offered. Calming and gentle, his words said in gest but an honest request
(cooper)
"I've 'eard o' you."
Shaking his hand easily, as well as returning the smile (still a bit shy - she's slow to warm to anyone, after all) as she takes the seat; she's not one to be intimidated by much of anything, really, even rage that's nearly palpable, a substance to be tasted, smelled, felt. Despite her tender years, there's something about her that makes her seem like she'd be more at home with her present company than a group of her peers . . . and it's not just the Rage.
"BeeGee Judge . . . or more of a lawyer, really."
So serious, so studious, so impeccably polite. Her mam taught her good manners, after all, and Cooper likes to make her mam proud.
"And it's a pleasure t' meet ye, Melissa."
This time her hand is offered towards the older woman, hazel eyes moving to study her for a moment before flicking back to James.(mel)
*she peeks up at then all, her thick dark lashes framing her deep velvet brown eyes, reaching to wave to them all*Hiya....*her lashes droop again, nibbling nervously on her lower lip, the close proximity to Jukebox and Cooper making her a little more nervous, but reaching out to take Coopers offered hand*PLeased to meet you too Cooper.....Cliona...James....*her gaze flicks to them as she says their names before her gaze drops again, not really quite comfortable with the shy role....but not wanting to piss too many people off*(james)
Don't scare her he says
it's enough to get the buzzed Ahroun to chuckle a bit
how can he not scare her?
thing out of legendary nightmares sitting right here at the local pub
enjoying a beer even if he looks like a filthy version of Rob Zombie after you add water
(and.... subtract at least half the singer's years)"Evenin', kid." chin tips in pack patented nod up to Melissa, shortening her name to omnipresent nick that's simpler for his slur and Yankee accent to clearly pronounce "Dunn mind ya spidey sense goin' off.... 's'jus' me."
street showman winking at the newly fledged kinswoman
doing his best to adhere to Percy's request
(funny that, a Fostern Elder submitting to another's request)
before attention strafes back to Cooper"Yeh.... what he say 'bout me?" the grin slashes crooked scythe "An'thin' in'erestin'?"
(cliona)
She watches Melissa the most, really, and chuckles softly. "Aye, lass. I've 'eard a lot about ye as well. Dinna worry so much about ceremony around meself, lass – I'm nae much for th'submissive roll others may prefer. Relax – I won't bite ye."A nod to Cooper as she finishes the introduction. "Spirit Talker here, o'th'Irish type, if'n it inna obvious. Alpha o'me lads, th'Dragon's Flight." Just for completions sake and all. "Me boy Percy there, tis a judge as well, o'th'Coggies. But we let 'im hang around regardless. He's cute when 'e blushes…" Grins over at Percy. Yeah – unrepentant.
(mel)
*she looks back up at Cliona, her smile widening....*You think he is cute when he blushes.....youshould see him when he.....*she trails off, looking up at Percy, her smile innocent...her gaze wicked*(percy)
As if on cue, he blushes when mentioned that he did. Taking Melissa's hand he looks to her and murmers. "The tribes I told you about. James is the leader of the Bone Gnawers here.. Cliona is my pack leader and one of the Fianna. Apperently Cooper is of the Bone Gnawers as well...."He blinks when Meli speaks and his shade goes from red, past crimson and nearly into plum.
(james)
oh.... James nearly spits out his swallow of beer hearing Mel's comment
(Don't waste it, Jamey-boy! Save the beer!)
finagling some way to swallow before all out laughing
sharp, this girl(cooper)
"Nay, jus' tha' ye're th' 'ead 'oncho (the colloquialism sounds odd in her Cockney accent . . . amusing to most, that juxtaposition) an' I should meet ye some time. An' tha' 'e'd 'elp me wit' tha' part if I needed it."
Truthful, though much of the wording was forgotten; at least she got the gist of the conversation right. And then Cliona's words draw her attention - she'd give more of an introduction, if she had more to give, of course. However, graduation wasn't that long ago, and she hadn't found that many of her own kind yet, really. And then the banter . . . she's still young, and she still blushes easily when conversation takes a turn for the bawdy, even if it's only her thought taking it there. The man is handsome, after all, if not exactly her type . . . eyes move down to the table then, watching her fingers play with a spare napkin as she tries to come up with something coherent to say. Though honestly, she likes this side of Mel better as well . . . that shy stuff only works if you actually are shy.
"Um . . ."
Distracted, fumbling.(mel)
*she looks around, her expression purely angelic, her velvet brown gaze meeting CLiona's*Was it something I said?(cooper)
Oh she just lauuuuuuughs as well, watching Percy's face change colors. "Oi,. lass, ye a keeper ye are. Percy! I like her. She kin come round anytime…" Not like she'd not have let her before, on Percy's request, but still, that was just too perfect…"Oh lass, tis exactly what ye said. Welcome to th'family." Still chuckling as she looks over to Cooper and just grins.
(mel)
*she cuddles next to Percy, looking up at him with a soft laugh, reaching up and pressing a kiss to his plum colored cheek, her thumb rubbing the shimmering pink print of her lips off his skin, murmuring to no one in particular*COuld I get a hard cider please/
(percy)
Sipping his Mikes slowly his head lowers to the table. Bang... bang... bang.... softly thumping aginst the wood. A groan escaping him. Ears still bright red. "They're like this all the time... I say something... it's off to the races...."
Bang.... bang.... bang...
"I'll get it for you Meli."
Standing he softly cups the back of her head, still glaring crimson and turns to go get the drink.(james)
somewhere in the laughter, James finds place to pout
downright sulking! to hear that's all that was said
it's seriously lost juuuust about at the time of a swallow that drains his third beer
far. far. too amused at poor Percy's plight"S'all? Dis'ppoin'ed in th' boy, Coop'r. Norm'lly he's spinnin' some sord'd tale 'bout me."
(cliona)
She arches a brow at James and leans closer. "sordid tales? ye been holdin out on me, lad! Do tell…." She drains her pint and calls after percy. "Get a lass a refill will ye lad? Parched, and near dyin I am…" Though, that could hardly be true with the empties littering the table, that she nonchalantly passes over to the next table over.How many –has- she had anyway? and she's not even close to legal from the looks of her.
(percy)
A raise of the hand as he makes it to the bar. Leaning there and nodding. Confering with the current bar wench. Getting Meli's hard cider, and a couple more guinness. Looking back to check on Meli(cooper)
"Tha's all . . . oh, an' tha' ye all came from out east . . . Jersey."
Which had been affirmed by the Elder's own words . . . not that she'd thought the kin was lying. And ah, all those bottles . . . the smell is kind of bugging Cooper, but she'd expected it when she'd walked in. It is a pub, after all . . . a dinged to hell tin of some kind of mints pulled from her pocket and offered around before she pops one into her own mouth, glad for the strong cinnamon smell and flavor. Her first wine had been only a few days ago, and the girl had never liked the smell of alcohol . . . though now, to fit in, she digs through her pocket and checks her stash. Two fifty in miscellaneous change . . . and what Melissa asked for doesn't sound too hideous.
"I'll 'ave th' same as Melissa, if ye don' mind."(james)
"Jers'y..... though I"m fra' Yawk, same'z Tris." mint taken as offered, then he waves away her count of change "Nuh, I"ll catchit 'f Cliona'll letcha drink'n her Pub."newly met, they are
and James almost three sheets to the wind
but he didn't miss the kid's waaaay younger than legal
and while he doesn't particularly care
(he offers Kemp beer, after all)
he won't let those habits gets the Fianna lass in trouble(cliona)
She waves away the money AND james' offer. "Tis on me tab, lass, dinna worry about it – and if'n ye'd like t'taste something, I'll let ye. However – ye have t'promise nae t'tell, and that if'n ye wish t'try and out drink someone some night ye'll be sure I'm there t'help ye if'n ye get into trouble, alright?"And with a wink, she nods, and adds her drink to Percy's order. Garou grow up fast. And as long as she's other practiced drinkers (ok. Cliona. james is well on his way goooooooooone.) to be sure she has or learns the control.
(mel)
*she plucks a mint as well, popping it in her mouth while she waits for her cider, looking over her shoulder to wave at Percy as he gets their drinks, lookng back to the young Cooper puts in her order as well....haviung seen more then once the effect of alcohol on a teenagers driving skills*Don't mean to be nosy....but no one is driving tonight...?
(percy)
Collecting the drinks on a bar try he grins and lifts them aloft. Heading back across the pub. Lifting the tray up and over a guy passing the other way. His color has gone almost totally back to normal now.
Getting to the table he sits down two hard ciders, two guinness' and then takes his seat. Still nursing his second half of the first Mikes hard lime.
Smiling to Meli he shakes his head. "Just me. This is my first, what was it Cli, "piss water"?"
He smiles, only halfway though ONE mikes hard lime.
(mel)
*her arm slipping around him, leaning against him with a soft sigh, picking up her bottle and taking a sip of the cider, wincing as the apple taste blends with the mint*Bleh....(cooper)
"O' course, I wouldn' tell anyone . . . me mam would like t' skin me if she found out, an' who else would I tell?"
Eyes widen as she feels Mel's eyes on her at the question . . . the other girl thinks she actually has a car? But an easy smile comes up to relieve worry.
"Nay, no' I. Jus' walkin', same way I got 'ere."
And then the drink is placed before her; the girl sniffs it tentatively before tasting it. Smells like apple-y beer, but she tries it anyway . . . and it isn't so bad as she'd imagined, though she certainly wouldn't drink it with any kind of regularity, any more than she would the wine Kwesi liked so much.
"Thank ye Cliona, Percy."
It's a cinnamon mint, so not really so bad with the apple, at least not to Cooper . . . it's probably what makes the stuff palatable to her.(james)
"Nuh, my terr'tory's 'cross the way there." thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the Riverfront proper "I'd be lucky a fig're out how a start a cah, righ' nah. Couple more'n Cliona may be fin'in' me curl' up 'hind'r bar."that... was English, wasn't it?
cause while Guinness may fill up a mortal man before getting him totally smashed
James is no mortal man
Gnawers have bottomless pits for stomachs
but...... not quite the alcohol tolerance(percy)
Percy chuckels at Melissa's reaction and holds out his hand for her mint with a grin.(mel)
You want I should spit it out into your hand, Percy....*she laughs, taking his hand and running her tongue playfully over his palm, nipping his skin before, chewing her cinnamon mint and swallowing*(cliona)
She groans in disgust and nods at Percy. "Aye, American Pisswater a'tha. Tis a terrible shame, it is.. ye'll 'ave t'learn t'drink proper else we be ashamed t'take ye out t'party wit'us!" tsks, even. The poor lone Coggie in a group of Fianna. He doesn't stand a chance.She laughs and shakes her head. "Nae drivin lass, though I wager I could be sober before ye blink if'n I need to." To James, an easy grin. "Ah, tis a cot in th'back if'n ye ave need. Lost count o'th'times I found me boy, Smilin Bren back there after only figurin his way to th'pub after beddin some willin lass…" the smile is fond, though tinged with a bit of sadness. She misses her boy – and his lass.
But it's gone, just as quickly as it was there.
(percy)
A repressed grin for Meli and he shrugs and then she nips him and he grins. Leaning aginst her he listens to the others as they speak. Trying his best to decyper, Irish, Cockny, and... yankee.
"I know I know. I'm just a buzzkill on your Guiness Appreciation Societys."
A look to Meli and totally dead pan. "Don't ask Cliona what she does in the mens room."(cliona)
Quickfire back. "was th'ladies, and dinna tell her how ye know…."(mel)
*she laughs, tossing a cheeky wink to Cliona*Oooh I can only DREAM.....(cooper)
Another sip of her drink, longer this time, feeling that odd warmth as it slides through her; this was different than anything she'd had before, and each pull from the bottle tasted better. Easy to sit, quietly watching as the banter flows around her, hazel eyes serious, studying each of her companious in turn. The conversation, of course, makes the youngest at the table blush, but as long as she's not expected to answer, she's alright. Bottomless pits for stomachs indeed . . . but this Gnawer has the tolerance of . . . of something with not much tolerance, and she's starting to feel the effects already, only half way through her first cider. The blush staining her cheeks becomes permenant, moving to her nose, forehead and chin as well, eyes going a little glassy and half lidded as she just listens, enjoying the experience, resolving to remember everything even as words and thoughts slip through cracks that she didn't know existed.(james)
"May take you'p 'n tha'." finger held up to make the point clear, before he tips back and finishes of the Guinness "If I git turn' 'roun' b'fore the bridge." which.... is an entirely possible scenario, though that finger goes to tap against his temple for those in the know "But f'r nah..... duty call"nodding his goodbyes and good to meetchas to those gathered
backpack pulled from beneath the table
and one Gnawer stepping over the back of the booth
and... generally.... making his way back to the doors and street beyond(cliona)
She grins at James and nods. "Aye, ye do that. We'll see ya agin soon, lad. watch ye back."She's still chuckling at Melissa – the perfect balance to Percy's extreme shyness, shaking her head as she tips her pint back for another long few swallows. Her feet take james's place on the bench across from her, contentedly melting down into a comfortable sprawl.
Posted by james at July 17, 2004 12:00 AM