rooftop poker.

[Maddox] He tips his head up toward the sky, reaching up with his right hand to pluck the cigarette from behind his ear, and squints. There's a nod, and a slight shrug, Yeah, I guess it is a nice night. Then he looks down again at the pair, particularly Mac.

"Bride to be?" he asks, his voice carrying vestiges of London. Dark eyes pass over her, head to toe and back up again, checking her out in a manner just shy of a leer. "My condolences, luv. And I am a bit, yeah. Name's Maddox." A pause, and he squints upward, almost a grimace. "Not like that Angelina brat."

Lowering himself to the ground, he stretches long legs, settles, and lights up. Taking a deep drag first, he blows a plume from the corner of his mouth. "Which one's that?" he asks, nodding toward the book in question.

[Mac] "Back to Boston." She says to Michael, the whiskey brought to her lips for another sip before she shifts her positioning to keep both men in her line of sight. The pipe smoking Fianna refers to her as the bride to be and she just smiles lazily: a story for another time, perhaps.

"Nice to meet you Maddox." She doesn't extend her hand or make an effort to move where she's lounging so comfortably on the fake turf grass. "It's Lanark: A Life in Four Books by Alasdair Gray. He's a Scotsman." Mac reaches down into her bag and takes the opportunity to remove a Black from it's pack and her lighter. She too lights up, the smell of the clove sweet and strong.

[Owen DeTerizzi] [hold on. Growing slightly larger breasts.]

[Michael Carroll] He looks around their gathering, his grin broadening as they each indulge in their own version of the same vice. "Have t' change the name from th' Midnight Gardening Society t' the Rooftop Cancer Club. We should be ashamed o' ourselves."

If he is ashamed, it does not stop him from puffing away steadily on the pipe. The glass of scotch is nearly finished, not that anyone up here should be surprised. Stereotypes exist for a reason after all. "Before y' run off t' get hitched you'll have t' have yourself a proper party. I'm sure our other Tribemates would be happy for any reason t' drink heavily and celebrate. Have y' had th' chance t' meet Patrick yet?"

[Maddox] [didn't you just go DOWN in boob size?]

[Wendy Berber] {I may have stayed the same. -.-}

[Wendy Berber] *There's a tripping of nervous footsteps up the stairs, and grossly thin fingers curl around the door like something out of a horror flick. The door swinging open to reveal - aw. Not a fomori. Its a disgustingly thin girl in cokebottle glasses and attire that she must have stolen from a give away bin. In an old folks home. In the fifties. Ugly purple wool skirt, swinging just below the knee of her ridiculously long chicken legs. A white blouse that's too short in the sleeve and too broad in the shoulder, sagging off of her like a cheap flour sack and emphasizing her sallow skin and - dear god her height. Six feet if she's an inch.

Scuffed mary-janes shuffle across the concrete slab near the door, Wendy surveying the garden, book clutched to a markedly unimpressive chest. People were here. One she knew. Sorta. Everyone is offered the fleeting quirk of an awkward smile, hand raising in barest hello, as though any grand movement might see the limb snatched of at the elbow. *

Uh. H-hey.. Can, Is it ok-k-k-kay if I s-sit? And.. read m-maybe?

[Ramona Adams] "You better runnn ruuuu-uuun runnn ruuuuuun ruuuuuun-"

There is nothing good about Ramona's singing voice. She should sound a lot, lot sexier than she does, but she has the kind of half singing voice that is either intentionally bad or she has stuff to do. She tromps up the stairs. Up, up, and up further still. The female has changed into a pair of shorts again and a halter top because, let's face it, Ramona can't seem to keep her clothes on in the best of days. She's made a good bit of contacts with tops like that. Apparently, though, the lady with the wild hair and black (void-riddled) eyes has a bit of sense

Because she's bringing a jacket, too. And it's off to the roof.

"Heeeeey, I wantedtoknowiftherewasworkIcoulddooooooo?" Ramona likes digging in the dirt.

[Maddox] "I know," he says, to Mac first. "I read, what was it. A History Maker, few months ago. I've heard a bit about that one, you'll have to tell me how you like it."

He takes another drag, the cherry burning brightly in the semi-darkness before fading to a barely glowing ember once again. "Ah, Patrick. Good lad," he says, perhaps unexpectedly given the nature of the young man in question. "I think I've almost got him convince to be a banjo playing bear." A lie, a complete and utter fabrication, or so his tone says.

Two more ladies join the party. Maddox twists around to see the new arrivals, then twists around back to look at Michael, smirking around his cigarette. "I'll rock paper scissors you for her," a nod of his head toward Mac, "and the girl in the halter."

[Mac] "I'll throw a party for leaving, but we can hold off on the pre-nuptial celebration." Her smile edges wider as she fixes her eyes on Michael's face. She alternates between the clove and the tumbler of whiskey. Wendy is asking for a place to sit and read and Mac smiles at the thin woman, her demeanour pleasant. With the clove stuck between her lips she starts to gather up her belongings: the book is slipped into her bag followed by the tall bottle of aged Highland scotch whiskey.

She misses Maddox's reference of Rock Paper Scissors as she's busy gathering her belongings. "I've not met Patrick..." She says as if suddenly remembering the question. When she stands up her jeans fall low on a slender waist and curved hips, her long sleeved shirt settles just at her waist and accentuates what's there to accentuate.

"I love his works..." This she says to Maddox. "He's a brillant author."

[Michael Carroll] "I should give y' his number. He speaks for th' Tribe and it's kin here in th' city. Might be useful t' meet him before long. Just in case." The rooftop is filling up rapidly. First Wendy sneaks and stumbles her way up. Then, in sharp contrast, Ramona announces her arrival for an entire three flights of stairs before actually appearing. Maddox offers a game of RPS, and Michaels chuckle is drowned in the glass of scotch he now finishes. "Y' can have all three o' 'em, if y' think y' can handle it. I'm a married man."

He holds up his left hand, allowing the plain gold band to glint under the moonlight. Then he gestures the pair of newly arrived women over. "Come join th' gathering, right now we're workin' on gettin' a good drunk. Then we'll be puttin' together the fake pond that's in a thousand pieces under that tarp."

[Ramona Adams] "Booze and construction? Fuck yeah!"

Ramona trots over, which makes her eattings jingle- they look like a series of silvery, shiny, shiny, coins and baubles and doo-dads and what-have-you. They more than likely match whatever belly button ring she has in. The cowboy boots click as she walks; Ramona lives life like she's writing the lyrics for Ke$ha.

"This isn't like a fuckin' jigsaw puzzle though, is it? I suck at those."

[Wendy Berber] *Someone was singing. Offkey, but better than Wendy could sing, surely. The bookworm scuttles to be out of the way, well to the side as Maddox divvies up who gets the attractive females. Head ducked, fingers tracing along the spine of her beloved book, she misses Mac's welcoming smile, her shoulders creeping upwards as her head lowers. Step one to being invisible. Make yourself small. Ink blue eyes flick between the pair of long haired beauties, and she feels smaller already. Then those magnified eyeballs land on the book Mac's shoving away, sparking with interest as the nerd moves to try and take a seat on a bundle of PVC piping nearby - To mixed success.*

Th-th- um. Th-thank you.

*It seems like something should follow that. A wiggle of fingers in hello. No. As soon as she does it she realizes how... gross ... her fingers are, and hastily tucks them under her skirt. Which looks like she's grabbing her bum. They change course again, and finally she's just clutching her book like its a life preserver. Knees knocking together in an attempt at modesty as she squeaks.*

Um. I'm W-Wendy.

[Maddox] Mac rises, and Maddox lifts his head to follow the movement, his eyes flicking briefly over to Michael again when he says he's married. Then the Ragabash gets his full attention, and sympathy. Marriage, apparently, is not high on this guy's list of priorities. "I can more than handle three ladies at once, thank you very much."

Looking up to Wendy, he pats the ground beside him invitingly. "You don't happen to have a deck've cards on yeh, do ye, luv?"

[Mac] The reading glasses on her face are black framed and big in size. They make her features seem smaller, more petite than they really are. She's standing up, folding her plaid blanket up into a small and compact shape that she can carry easily. Wendy sits. Ramona breaks through the door singing and she slips her bag over her shoulder and looks at the faces almost all of which she doesn't know.

"Michael." She says firmly with a sound nod of her head. "It is, as always, a true pleasure. I'll see you before I leave?" It said more as a question than a firm, decided idea or thought. He was a Garou, he could be dead by this time tomorrow night.

Amber eyes drop down to Maddox and she hears [finally] his comment on handling three [3!] ladies at once. It twists the spread of her generous, wide mouth into a sardonic smile, her expression lit with mirth. "That's an awful lot to handle, Maddox. You might want to re-think that." The Fiann is offered a wink before she starts to leave: steps paused momentarily as she turns back to Michael.

"Do you want to keep the whiskey?" She asks.

[Wendy Berber] In.. In my room? If - d-do you want me to g-get them?

*The kin responds immediately, prompted by the faint prickle of rage running like ambient noise through the background. Her mind snaps to the cards in her suitcase. They have flowers on them... but maybe that wouldn't matter. Kin-already half rising on Mac's heels. Quick to hop to, though her book slides off her lap and lands half buried in sod.*

[Michael Carroll] "I've got m' own, Mac. Be in touch, we'll drink until Maddox can find a way t' talk y' out o' the wedding." He lifts his empty glass in farewell to the departing Kin, then realizes...it is empty. There's a quick shuffle as he digs through his beloved lunchbox and retrieves his own bottle. Once more the tumbler is filled, and a crisis is averted.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] There's enough open air on the roof that a crossing of the Gauntlet is not so immediately palpable here. Air displaces, but there's no characteristic pressure on the ears, no sense of an entity suddenly filling what was once empty air. Just Lukas, slipping across the Gauntlet, cinching shut a small leather bag full of tiny clinking talismans as he goes.

The moon is nearing full again, though. They can feel that: the rage rolling across the rooftop like a miasma, heavier than air and far more poisonous. He looks about, mildly curious -- such a collection on the roof tonight.

[Maddox] [what's up with the Berbs? empatchee]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Maddox] Tipping his head up to Mac, he grins at her. "What, exactly, do you think I'm plannin' to do with you birds?" he asks, affecting wounded pride. What do you people take me for?

The pretty, bred, and supposedly attached woman is not the only one up on the roof, however. There's the little bit trashy one he worked with in this garden not all that long ago, for one. And the appallingly thin girl with the over-large glasses. Who, apparently, intends on getting a deck of cards right the hell now. Maddox looks up at her, dark eyes hooded.

Though it's to Michael again that he speaks, his voice quietly distracted. "She doesn't need to be drunk for me to walk 'er out of a wedding, mate. You there, what'd you say your name was?" This to Wendy. The Adren is felt before he's seen, his Rage reaching them first.

[Mac] For a woman who skirts the edge of their world and lingers more [fills it up and flourishes in it] in the world of man, she's surrounded by a collection of Garou who's Rage is a living thing with a pulse all its own. She's smiling at Michael and dropping her eyes toward Maddox at the pipe smoking Fiann's comment on being talked well and clear of marriage.

"Is that right?" Her attention is slow to shift away from both of the Fianna. She can feel Lukas' Rage like a furnace blowing on high at her back. A hand lifts and she tugs out the elastic band from her hair, freeing the thick mane of pale brown and dark blonde locks to spill down her back. Her spine straightens and her chin lifts and for a brief moment she reconsiders leaving because the spot next to Michael looks pretty good.

Her eyes shift around her until she finds the source of her irritation: Lukas. Gaze averted she draws in a deep, lung filling breath of air and smiles tightly.

"I'll call you." This said to the married Fianna as she turns to go.

[Ramona Adams] She looks from Wendy- the tall, thin thing with the gawdawful-and-slightly-endearing nervousness- to the other peopel gathered and...

And...

whatever Ramona was doing finds itself with a hard reset button because rage comes across the roof top like a low-grade poison. It's the smell of natural gas. It's tension, it's the warning that she either needs to watch her damned mouth or find a damn-

Oh... right... this is a roof top. Ramona gets a look off the edge of the roof, or at least glances that way. Yeah, she thinks, I could make it. Her hands go to her hips and she looks back at the group.

"Eh?"

[Wendy Berber] W-W-wendy?

*Her name is offered tentatively, as though it might offend, or somehow be the wrong answer. Her book left in the dirt for now as she freezes, an approach of gut twisting anger washing over her and threatening to squeeze her heart into inaction... She'd been more confident a year ago. She'd been growing a backbone. She'd existed in a house with Soledad, and Marrick and Deitrich Burke without dissolving into a puddle of urine. She'd been at a Bonfire in proximity of Silence - she'd served meat!

Now she ducks her head and plucks at her fingertips, skin twitching like she's shaking off flies.*

[Michael Carroll] The arrival of Lukas changes the very atmosphere on the roof. Gravity seems to increase for the Fianna, as he very slowly rises from his seat. Whether out of respect for the Adren or pure discomfort in the prescence of such palpable Rage is hard to discern. But the odds are high that it's an even mix. His response to Mac is mumbled distractedly. "Do that. I'll be expectin' it."

The Kinfolk look like they're about to scatter. Not a promising indication of the direction of this party. He sighs and takes down a mouthful of liquor before addressing the Shadow Lord. "Evening, Rhya. Can we interest y' in a drink?"

[Ramona Adams] This is where the problem lies. Ramona looks at Lukas, gives him a once over, and notes the finer features- the fact that he's tall, and dark, and handsome, and probably could crush a small car with his fist. He's a study in contrast- darks and lights and rage. Now, that being said, Ramona inhales deeply, looks at the gathering and the tarp and...

Ramona reaches up to take off one of her earrings.

"C'mon, we should play poker or some shit when Wendy comes back," she tries out the name. Determines she likes it just fine.

[Maddox] He rises, the motion not at all graceful, but slow and jerky and labored. This is not a Garou in the best of physical conditions. He's tall and thin (though not as thin as Wendy), can lug a singular bag of sod from the first floor to the third with the occasional stop, but that's about it.

So he gets to his feet, and the beautiful Fianna woman has her attention on the married man. That little nugget gets pocketed away, likely to be forgotten before the night is through, but maybe he'll get lucky. Rage roils and burns across the rooftop, its affect on the kinfolk palpable. Maddox, gallant knight in rusted armor, bends to retrieve a book from the dirt, tips his chin up at Wendy. Smirks.

"Wendy, luv, go get those cards for us, will you?" The book his held out to her. An offering of escape, cloaked in haughty smarm.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Of that entire convocation - two lovely kinswomen, one Fianna that looks a bit like a headbreaker and another that looks like the unfortunate headbreak-ee - it's curiously Wendy's attention that draws Lukas's most.

"Wendy, is it?" He's coming at them now, abandoning his original plan of going downstairs, getting the car, and driving over to the Loft to do whatever it is he does there. "Wendy Berber. I remember you. Is Boy back too?

"And -- thanks, I'll be glad to have a drink. What are you all having?"

[Mac] [thanks for the scene boys and girls!]

[Wendy Berber] Oh. Um. Ok. Kay. th-thanks. I ean - uh

*The book is taken. Hastily. Snatched is a better word. Kinfolk turning to make her retreat, eyes lifting to see - ... Wyrmbreaker. The fount of all that sudden anger. A nod of her head silently, booked turned over in her painfully breakable fingers as she finds it suddenly hard to breath.

Is Boy back too?

She's like a marionette whose strings have been cut. Spine curved, arms floppy, neck bent. Meloncholy as she shakes her head. Blinks hard behind cokebottle specs that have been taped and glued so many times its hard to tell they were blue rimmed once. Voice thin as she croaks.*

N-no. Um. Rh-rhya.

No B-boy.

[Maddox] The Lord that crossed onto the rooftop is, obviously and without a shadow of a doubt, someone incredibly important. There's the breeding for one thing. There's the Rage, for another. There's the carriage of high rank, too.

And yet, when he asks quite politely after some connection of Wendy's, and the girl shuts down like an automaton with its power supply yanked out, he quirks a brow at the Adren. Shaking his head slightly, he tsks, and he plucks the book back from Wendy's nerveless fingers before she can drop it in the dirt again.

"Look what you've done, Rhya." Deadpan. "Did Mac happen to leave the whiskey?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "I see."

There's always an awkward silence after something like that. What more is there to say? Is he dead? Did he leave you? Weren't you pregnant? -- impossibly impolite. Lukas fills dead air by pulling out a chair. Or a crate, or a bench, or whatever they might be sitting on.

"Well," this after he's situated, "welcome back, all the same." To the others then -- "I've seen some of you at the moot, I think, but we haven't really been introduced. I'm Lukáš. Room 2."

[Wendy Berber] *Lips licked nervously, response purely animal for several seconds. her book is taken. She doesn't notice, even if it is one of her rarer texts on ectoplasmic generation. Instead the shaggy haired kin nods once more, and once Lukas focusses elsewhere, murmurs a meek and stuttering thank you, before stumbling towards the door. Cards? Someone had mentioned cards. She rubs beneath her glasses and disappears gracelessly.*

[Ramona Adams] People are talking! Oh thank god!

She looks relieved, and her cowboy boots look decidedly less interesting at that moment because... well... there's some hot-and-scary-but-mostly-attractive dude talking. Ramona offers a hand and smiles. They're white. They're straight. She hasn't knocked one out yet.

"I'm Ramona," it's sing-songy. Iiiii'm Ra-monaaaa, "and. uh... I don't have a room yet? Talkin' to... oh god... okay, what'shername-Jenny! Yeah, talking to her about a room. So, right now, I'm Ramona of the Motel Six."

Ramona, stop talking. Done! Her attention swings to-

"And you're Maddox, right? Like Angelina Jolie's kid?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [WHO'S POSTING? *LOL*]

[Ramona Adams] [*LOL* I CAN POST AGAIN!]

[Maddox] [I'm sorry!]

[Ramona Adams] [stamina]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ramona Adams] She almost sneezes, but keeps it at bay.

[Adara Mires] She headed up to the roof in her search for a certain Adren. She had asked around if he was at the Brotherhood today and some had spotted him heading to the rooftop. So there she was, opening the door and stepping out. The yslim young woman was dressed in running shoes, jeans, a tank top with a hoodie over it. Her darl brown hair were left loose to fall past her shoulders. She had colors on her cheeks. The nightmares were gone and she had been working outside lately and it showed.

She smiled when she saw Lukas "Good evening Lukas"She say to him in a warm tone. She nodded to the others, none she had met yet "Good evening to you all as well"

[Maddox] Whether or not the whiskey was left behind by the other retreating Fianna, Wendy leaves before she can be offered a bolstering swing (or five) to straighten her spine and put a fire in her belly. She remembers the mention of cards and bolts like the wind. Maddox watches her go with raised brows, and looks down at her book. What divine providence was this? He'd just finished reading some trash novel picked up at a hotel gift shop in the last city he breezed through, generally a sign that it's time to move on. And now here's a reason for him to stay a while. He doesn't know a damn thing about ectoplasmic generation, but he intends to find out now.

Turning to those that remain, he looks at Ramona first. Huffs something vaguely irritated. "No. That kid's Maddox like me," he says around his cigarette.

To Lukas he says, "You sure know how to clear a room, mate. I'm Maddox. No permanent residence at the moment."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] In truth it's not really warm enough to be hanging out on rooftops drinking -- whatever. Lukas accepts a glass of whatever from whoever hands it to him, takes a sip, sets it down.

"Ramona," he repeats, "Maddox. So what are you people doing up here?" -- also, "Hey, Adara."

[Wendy Berber] [alright! assume Wendy brings back cards and flees just as promptly.}

[Adara Mires] She stopped beside Lukas "How have you been Rhya?'She ask, looknig at him. She had spent some time around the Shadow Lord, knew she could call him by his homid name but once in a while, she liked ot call him by this respectful title. She did respect him after all

"I was wondering if I could take Carter out, for good behavior, the time of an evening. I think it would do the man good. That is, if he has been behaving" She grin slightly at him then watch Ramonaand Maddox some before returning her attention to Lukas

[Ramona Adams] "Yep," she announces after surveying Adara (who is also lovely, lovely eye candy with rage [reaching critical mass pretty damned quick]) and Maddox and Lukas, "we are way too sober and not nearly naked enough to make this a legit party. Originally, I was comin' up here to work on the roof because apparently we have, like, a thousand piece friggin' pond to put in and it's under the tarp over there-"

she gestures-

"And I didn't even know that ponds did come in pieces but apparently you have to assemble this stuff. Last time I was up here, some dude who looked like Jesus was up here workin' and giving people directions."

It's accompanied by a big eh shrug. And she swings her attention back to Maddox.

"You realize if I get that reaction out of you every time I say it, I'm gonna have to do it more often," she grins at him. The left side of her mouth upturns more than the right, but there's no light in her eyes. There never is. Still, it seems innocent enough.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] If there was any doubt remaining that the darkhaired man that literally appeared out of thin air and came over to have a few drinks held some sort of rank or title in the Sept, it's gone now. He looks at Adara as she speaks; his express is benign enough, but neutral.

"Let's wait until after Friday's meeting to decide if Carter's been behaving or not. If he can get through that without exploding into insane rhetoric, I'll reconsider your request." A pause. Then, bluntly, "You've been spending a lot of time with my kinsman. Are you romantically interested?"

A glance at the startlingly pretty one with the loose tongue, then. He cracks a faint smile. "Oh, right. The rooftop garden. I was going to help lug things up, but looks like that's already done."

[Ramona Adams] [This is me not facepalming manip+sub]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] She nodded to him "That sounds fair. Beside I odn't need reasons, you're his Elder so I'll respect your decision either way" And she meant it. She wouldn't go against him, she wasn't stupid.

The second part of his comment made her chuckle "What? Me? Romantically interested in him? No, no way, not in a million years"She say, amused. "I care about the huy, I liek him. I lvoe hanging with him but that's all. You don't have to worry about him and I. He's absolutly not my type"

She smiled, looking Lukas. She did glance at Ramona after a moment hten back to the Adren.

[Maddox] As the only Fiann left up here, Maddox takes it upon himself to serve everyone the whiskey that was left behind, in Dixie cups because his player can't remember if anything was used and can't be bothered looking it up. They're passed around to kin and Garou alike, with the only care given propriety being that he serves himself last.

As answer to the question of why he's up here, though, he plucks the cigarette from his lips and brandishes it, as if this is answer enough.

He grins at Ramona. "You realize the more you do it, you'll actually be building up my immunity?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [that's too tempting. COUNTERROLL!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [what are you REALLY thinking?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] For the most part, Lukas's eyes are on Adara, weighing and considering. When the Fury's go to Ramona, so do his - a quick, incisive flick, then back.

"Well. For the record, I won't severing my kin from their tribe. I think you have strength and worth, though. If for whatever reason he should become your type and this should go beyond a simple friendship, I'd speak in your favor if you wanted to renounce your birth tribe and join Thunder.

"But that's all hypothetical. We'll see how Carter does on Friday, and I'll get back to you."

[Ramona Adams] This is Ramona's pokerface. It's flirty and she flicks her entirely too dark gaze over in Adara's direction. She might not be the most openly empathetic, or most perceptive creatures but... she does pick up on things.

"Well, if you've got your heart set on carrying things upstairs, you can haul my ass up here tomorrow or something, I don't know, could still use the help anyway," she says. Adara gets a second look, the corner of her mouth upturns a little more, and she continues on, attention and Maddox now, "and that just mean's I'll have to find another way to tweak your nerve. Which is a shame, because it means we're gonna be spending more time together."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [severing? sever. I KAN RITE GUD.]

[Maddox] [Ramooooona: epatchee]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ramona Adams] Yep. Alll that flirtatious bravado is doing only a halfway decent job of the fact that she halfway wants to cringe at the moment. This is her Tribal Elder she's talking to here and... well... she doesn't seem entirely certain what to do with him. Pay chiminage? Give him half her-

Aww, fuck. He's that Wyrmbreaker. He's got a mate. [Do you care? (Kind of) why? (Because she's important, too!) Good point, Ramona's inner monologue!] And? And? If you fuck up around him business tanks. Can't do your job under house arrest.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Maddox

[Adara Mires] She offered a bright smile to Lukas "I on't think it will be necessary Lukas, but I thank you for your consideration and you thinking I could be a member of your tribe. I'm proud of who Iam, of my tribe, of it's heritage and owuldn't change it for the world. Nor would I force someone to give up theirs for me."

She nodded to him "Still liek Isaid, I"m honored you think highly of me. And I'll wait after friday to see if you allow him to go out and enjoy a night out of the loft." She said genuily touched that he would think her worthy enough to be in his tribe. After all, shadow lords took only the best, don't they?

She noticed Ramona looknig at her and offer her a warm friendly smile back

[Maddox] If that is Ramona's poker face, Maddox needs to get her into a high stakes game, STAT. He'll be able to pay Jenny back for putting up with his comings and goings, might even cover some maintenance on the bike. She looks uncomfortable, but she's trying. At least she doesn't look like she's going to assume the fetal position and start fervently wishing that if she couldn't see the Garou, they wouldn't exist.

"How 'bout I give you another nerve to tweak full on?" he asks with a wink, before draining his Dixie cup. "Another round?"

[Ramona Adams] "I already told you I charge by the hour, Sugartits," she tells Maddox, and she even, gasp horror, winks at the Fiann, "but I can print you some coupons or something. We're in a recession, after all."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas nods to Adara. No need to elaborate, then. Heritage, history: she understood. He picks up his -- whatever it is, whiskey? -- and has a drink, then kicks out a chair for Adara.

"I'm not sure exactly what's going on here," he says, "but I think we're drinking and playing cards. Want to join us?"

[Adara Mires] She smiled to Maddox "Hi, I"m Adara" She say, offering her hand to him then to Ramona "And I'd lvoe a drink if you don't mind"She say to him in a friendly tone. She smiled ot the kin before she move to sit on the chair offered by Lukas

"Thank you" She said as she sits and grinned at him "Drinking? I'm good with that. Cards? I guess I could always learn" She says amused.

[Maddox] "To tweak my ulnar nerve?" he asks, brows lifted as he grabs up a folding chair. He shakes his head. "Everyone always jumps to the raunch conclusion." Adara offers her hand and for a brief moment, Maddox just stares at it. He's got a lit cigarette in one hand and an empty paper cup in the other. Freeing a hand by tucking that cigarette between his lips, he accepts her hand.

"Maddox. Cards and drink sound good to me. Ramona, did Wendy give you those cards?"

[Ramona Adams] "Well duh, most people don't know where the ulnar nerve is," she says. What she really says is what the fuck is an ulnar nerve and I'm still not sure if you're being suggestive or not but I'm probably going to go look that up later. She fishes the cards out that Wendy handed over.

"Aw, these are cute," the brunette remarks, and it' probably the first legitimately, openly genuine thing she's probably said all night. The lady (and we use the term loosely) hands the cards over at about the time her phone rings.

A beat.

A classic telephone ring.

Ramona waits and checks the phone. It's a pre-paid piece of crap. the female rolls her eyes, "ugh, raincheck, you guys. Duty calls."

she stands up and starts to adjust her jacket, "nice to meet you Adara, I'm Ramona, and I'lls ee you around... and Lukas? Uh, yeah, like, I'll probably need to talk to you... later... about-" the phone stops ringing.

"tribal stu-" the phone starts ringing again "-ughshutupalready. I'm sorry. I really have to take this."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Next time, then," Lukas replies to Ramona. Agreement, perhaps: yes. They'll need to talk about tribal stuff at some point.

He takes the cards from her, shuffling them once, then slipping them back into the pack to hand to Maddox.

"I was actually on my way out myself," he confesses. "Just finished making a big batch of talens and I'm pretty burnt. You should visit us at the Loft sometime. Both of you. Otherwise I'm sure I'll run into you here.

"Oh - before I forget," this, after he's already finished the last of his whiskey and stood, "if you don't have a place to stay, the BroHo's great. But be careful. The mob's been stirring up shit against us, and they're sending state inspectors in May. So don't leave anything compromising around. If you have other questions about BroHo defense," his hand drops briefly on Adara's shoulder, "she's the one you want to speak to."

[Maddox] There's talk of booze and cards, and then just as suddenly, it's over, cards put away, whiskey capped, everyone escaping the cool evening breeze.

"Ah yeah, I heard about that. Been kinda keeping an eye around that construction site," he says, looking up at Lukas and tapping his temple with his empty cup. Which he then looks at with confusion, crumples, and stuffs into his pocket. "I think something's coming through the Umbra. Gonna have a look tomorrow, I think. Want me to keep you posted?"

[Adara Mires] She smiles to Ramona "Pleasure to meet you. I'll see you around"

SHe look to LUkas "I'll stop by, to see you, your packmates and Carter. Even Alejandro, I think he's there right?" Well he's supposed to be when he's not travelling around in the Umbra, from what Gabriel said

"It was nice seeing you again Lukas. Have a good night" She then smiled to Maddox "Yes, the Brotherhood is quite a nice place to stay. The rooms are nice and hte food downstairs is delicious. Also the warm cider is quite a treat"

[Ramona Adams] (thanks for the scene, I need sleep!)

[Adara Mires] (night Mindy)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "I'd appreciate it," Lukas replies. "My phone number's [this], in case you don't find me in my room."

[Maddox] There's a grin for Adara, something knowing and cheeky. Maddox has been haunting the Brotherhood for a short while now, staying the night on whatever surface is available a couple nights a week. The rest of the time he's out, doing whatever it is he does when he's not here. Playing, most likely, trying to earn enough to move on or pay for a vice or two. The food is good, and the warm cider is a treat. And he considers it an especially good day when he gets the establishment's scarred proprietress to blush.

"Thanks," he says to Lukas before finishing off his cigarette. "Night." He's not long for the rooftop, either.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the RP, guys! sorry i'm ducking out, but wanna take a shower and stuff. *LOL*]