nikodemus.

[Danicka Musil] Transit is in one of the rougher areas of Chicago. The train ride to get there is nervewracking, the club itself is carved out of the interior of a warehouse, and despite the brick and concrete the place is made of, the bass almost seems to make the walls shudder. It's not a place you go alone -- most clubs aren't, truth be told.

Danicka is not here alone. Danicka is with a group of graduate students and upperclassmen, most of them dressed in their Saturday Night Finest. For the majority of the group -- including Danicka -- that means jeans and flashy tops, heels on pedicured feet.

She's dancing with a guy from her history class. He's a business major.

Because of course he is.

[Genevra de Provence] Genevra had had a long day, and needed a night off to relieve her stress. Much like home, she would hit a club once in awhile to do just that.

Arriving in a green satin one shoulder dress straight off Paris' runways, she came inside and went straight to the bar.

((Yes she is wearing the pillowcase! HA!))

[Theron Locke] Theron had returned from SoCal earlier in the day, so had spent the day unpacking and in quiet contemplation. Things had gone as he pretty much expected them too, not that he was upset by that fact. The decision he and Anezka had reached was probably the best for both of them. The loss of their relationship however still weighed heavy on his heart.

He had gotten a call from Lukas inviting him out, he hadn't much felt like it but ended up resigning himself to it. Dressing in a white t-shirt and semi-formal suit. He headed to his car and headed in the direction Lukas had provided him.

Stepping into the club, his eyes searched the throng of club goers. Not initially seeing anymore he recognised, he headed towards the bar where he ordered a drink.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Not really the sort of place to have a Serious Discussion, this. At least, not if you were human and relatively unworried about eavesdroppers. Lukas is not, however, human. He's also tired of the scenery around the Brotherhood and the Caern. And this particular club has semiprivate booths around its periphery, far enough from the wall of bass that it's possible to be heard. If you shout, anyway.

Nikodemus receives word by way of note, email or cell phone: an address. Appended: Meet @ 11pm?

Lukas arrives a few minutes after Theron does, parking down the street in a pay lot that has a night attendant. The line outside is relatively short. It's early. It's a school night. The Shadow Lord doesn't enter immediately, though the proximity of his packmate is a tangible presence in his mind. He waits outside for Nikodemus to arrive, his coat collar turned up against the wind.

[Nikodemus Arslanovic] He has been waiting outside for an hour. Most of the clubs patrons would hurry in as quickly as possible, seeking shelter from the cold Chicago night. Neither the weather nor the "dangerous" locale are of any real concern to Nikodemus. The chill air is an inconvenience at best, and he certainly considers himself among the most dangerous things in the area.

The only other dangerous thing he is aware of has just arrived. Nikodemus approaches the Shadow Lord Elder with a slow enough gait to ensure he is spotted. Once the distance is closed, he offers a small bow of his head. Imperceptible to any but the one it is intended for. There is no spoken greeting. Instead he silently awaits direction.

[Danicka Musil] The blonde surrounded by people between two and four years her junior does not have the supernatural sense of one's closest companions that Theron and Lukas have for each other. She does not have the ability to sniff out her own kind amidst the throng as the Garou do, picking up on the breeding of kinfolk with senses both mundane and extraordinary. What she has, however, is an attention to her surroundings so ingrained in her that she notes changes without even trying, without -- sometimes -- wanting to.

Danicka notices nothing. Genevre is at the bar; Danicka is not. Lukas is outside and Theron is just inside the door; Danicka is in the middle of the dancefloor.

Eventually, however, the song she's dancing to ends and another one comes on, and not one that compels her to move to it. She pushes her hair off her face, sweating slightly, and disentangles herself from dance partner and classmates to half-walk, half-dance her way to the bar. She's dressed in a pair of nearly-black jeans that are tight enough to be almost painted on, zippers up the ankles, the seams at the hips fashioned to look like lightning bolts. Her top -- red, shiny, silk -- barely covers her shoulders and drapes low in front, revealing a deep V of fair skin between small breasts.

She gets a bottle of water and opens it immediately, taking a long drink and a deep breath.

And then she sees Genevre. Her lips curl into a half-smile.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] They haven't met, these two. They know of one another's presence through word-of-mouth, and perhaps the occasional glimpse at the Caern or the Brotherhood. Blood tells, though, and Lukas has little doubt who Nikodemus is.

Leaning against the brick wall of the warehouse-turned-club, Lukas straightens up as Nikodemus approaches. The Ahroun is black-haired; his overcoat, which is wool, is also black or close enough not to matter. His heritage is as much in his face as his blood, his cheekbones wide and high, eyes clear and pale.

He holds out his hand, which is bare. Not cold enough for gloves yet. "Nikodemus. Thanks for coming out." If Nikodemus offers his hand, he grips the other's forearm, free hand coming up to clap lightly at the shoulder. Then he tips his head at the club's entrance line. "Let's talk inside."

[Genevra de Provence] A Cosmo is ordered and taken. She takes a sip as she turns around to lean back on the bar. And, as always, everything she wears is in perfect order. Her hair, her makeup, the dress she wears matched perfectly with the heels.

She eyes the crowd, the music blaring around her, the hundreds of voices trying to speak over the music.

Then came a familiar face. Danicka. Danny's half smile is met with a half tilt of Genevre's head. A light lift of her glass to the Lord kin in greeting.

[Nikodemus Arslanovic] "No need for thanks. I'm glad to have the opportunity to speak with you." He returns Lukas' forearm grip firmly, then follows him into the club. Nikodemus doesn't hide his distaste for the atmosphere of the nightclub, or the humans that inhabit it. The slight frown and upturned nose suggest he detects an odor he won't be able to clear out of his nostrils any time soon.

[Theron Locke] His fingers wrapping a tumbler glass filled with scotch and coke, he turned back to watch the throng of people dance and move to the music. He took a brief look at his watch, hmm Lukas should be here soon.

As his eyes returned to surveying the nightclub , his eyes eventually caught sight of Danicka looking particularly attractive all done up for a night on the town. She was currently speaking to a dark haired female he didn't know. Somewhat curious he headed in Danicka's direction, not interrupting her current conversation but just letting her know that he was around.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] On the other hand, Lukas seems rather at ease in the mire of humanity. He shows his ID patiently at the door; lets the bouncer go through the motions of patting him down for weaponry; pays his cover just inside; checks his coat with the girl behind the counter. The check tab goes into his wallet, which goes into the back pocket of his jeans. His shirt is a button-up, untucked, some pale indiscriminate color that reflects that hue of the lighting system inside.

When Nikodemus comes up behind him after passing through the doorcheck himself, Lukas lifts his chin toward Theron at the bar.

"My packmate, Theron Locke, a Theurge. Our tribe. I asked him to join us here." Lukas's pale eyes track ahead of Theron; there's a pause. His tone is ever so faintly different when he adds, "And Dani&+269;ka Musil, my mate. Genevre de Provence too, over there -- kin to the Fangs. That's de Provence as in Calvin de Provence, one of their higher-ranking wolves."

Lukas steps down from the entryway, then. The crowds shy away from his rage. Getting across the dance floor is not a difficult task.

"I'll be upfront about this, Nikodemus," he says as he walks. "I asked you to meet me here to discuss matters of pack. Have you got one?"

[Nikodemus Arslanovic] Nikodemus stays at Lukas' shoulder, matching his pace as they converse. His light eyes move across Theron, Danicka and Genevre as the Elder Lord points them out. When the Fangs' heritage is mentioned, he arches a brow and nods. "I've heard the name."


He shakes his head in response to the question, watching the humans part to allow he and (more accurately) his Tribesmate passage. The Galliard takes a certain satisfaction in how easily the apes are herded. The corner of his mouth turns upward in smirk before he answers. "I do not. And I have to admit, not having a pack to hunt with is making me edgy. I was very short with my own mate earlier today."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (sorry so slow, guys, at werk!)

"You're from the old lands, aren't you?" Lukas glances at Nikodemus as they near the others. "Serbia, I seem to remember hearing? The Unbroken might not be much like the packs you're used to. We're a mixed group, for one. Two Lords, two Fangs and a Glass Walker. And we're more concerned about the big picture than individual power and titles.

"If you think you can get used to that, though, you should run with us for a while. See if you fit in."

[Danicka Musil] Genevre acknowledges Danicka, and the Lord kinswoman returns the gesture with a lift of her plastic water bottle, turning away from the bar again. She sees Theron, but not Lukas and Nikodemus. Not at first, anyway. She is about to head back onto the dancefloor, back to the people she came here with, but thinks better of it and walks to the Theurge instead, meeting him halfway. She's breathing deeply but quickly from exertion, the smell of her different than that of the throng of mortals all around them.

Many Lords -- Garou and Kin alike -- show their breeding in appearances like Lukas's. Dark hair, pale eyes, ferocious visages with a regality that is more feral than the classic beauty of the Fangs. They bring to mind craggy mountains, chill winds, dark places and old memories.

He's been around Danicka before. He knows how she is different. How her blood seems so much more ancient than that, longlasting not because it is prepared for any siege but because it is quiet. Her spirit reminds him of the den one leaves to go to war, the cubs sleeping close together for warmth, the protected place that is that much more precious because it is secret.

She smiles at him. "Hello, Theron," she says, as warmly as old friends.

[Genevra de Provence] She watches Danny for a moment, watching the kin make her way to another. She looked the Garou over a moment with her deep blues, then looks back to the crowd, sipping at her cosmo drink. There is the lightest sway to her body with the music.

[Nikodemus Arslanovic] "Bosnia, actually." He breaks away from the conversation long enough to order a drink for himself, and Lukas should he want one. He pays with a twenty, and clearly has little grasp on the value of the dollar as he walks away from the bartender without retrieving his change. He would never intentionally tip the human.

"I'm very comfortable with the big picture. I am from a more...traditional Sept, that is true. But I was taught well. I am prepared to do anything it takes to serve Our Mother, and that includes leaving what I suppose would be called my 'comfort zone'." He grins at his new Alpha, raising his glass in a silent toast. "I'm honored by your invitation, and I accept. I won't disappoint you Lukas."

[Theron Locke] Theron returns the warm greeting "Evening Danicka", he always seemed to be at peace around his kinswoman. She was so much easier to be around than Anezka, but that may have also been more to do with him than his former lover.

Although he had been out of town for a Thanksgiving holiday, he didn't seem to the relaxed, well rested person one would associate with that. He seemed to be a little darker, withdrawn into the shadows around him.

"Enjoying the music tonight ?" making pleasant small talk "You haven't happened to have seen Lukas tonight?" he adds when there is enough of a lull in the music.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] As unused to the club scene as Niko seems to be, the drink Lukas orders will just look like toxic green waste to him. It's a kamikaze, though, and as the Galliard accepts the invite, Lukas grins -- suddenly, and with surprising brilliance -- and taps their glasses together. "Welcome," he says, simply. "Run with us for a week or two, and if there are no problems, we'll call Perun for you and make it official."

Then, "Come on. Let's go join the others."

[Jeff Pyeon] It's early, really, for a nightclub - unless this is the classy, jazz playing kind of nightclub, that one would most easily associate with most involved. Still, after a long day with a demanding client, what Jeff needs is a drink.

To that end, he wanders into the place playing music and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol (because these places always do) and heads for the bar. He's dressed smartly - dark suit, colored shirt, contrasting tie and excellent shoes - though the jacket is over his shoulder and the sleeves are rolled up.

There is not a drop of pure blood to be found.

There is, however, a need for a drink - and for that, he goes to the bar. Jameson, neat, he orders, and keep 'em coming. His credit card's given for the tab, and once he has a drink in hand, he turns to face the floor, to take stock of who's there.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (folks! i am going home. assume lukas leads niko over to the others and then ... gets a refill on his drink or something. i'll be back in 30-60! might be a little longer tonight cuz i'm gonna stop to get noms.)

[Danicka Musil] The comfort and ease of manner that Theron feels around Danicka may have more to do with the fact that Anezka was never, will never, be as good of a liar as Danicka is. He knows next to nothing about this woman, whose hair is as gold as Anezka's is dark, whose eyes are a murky and mottled green where the elder Kvasnicka sibling's are the same crystalline blue as her brother's. He doesn't know what she's like, or how Lukas might approve or disapprove of the amount of skin bared by her clothes, or whether she's allowed to be out in a place like this without her mate or not.

But the way she talks to him, smiles at him, it seems like she knows him better than she would know a blood brother. She leans in to hear him better and nods, then shakes her head. "Is he here?" she asks, loudly -- because she has to.

He's not mistaking the smile that causes to blossom over her face.

[Genevra de Provence] Genevre finishes her drink, and orders another. She hands over a $50 to start a tab for her. Once she has her drink, she begins walking the room/crowd, and any garou she passes, her breeding just exudes from her (PB3). Her eyes are watching the people, the interactions going on, and so forth.

[Nikodemus Arslanovic] Though his mood is greatly improved by the opportunity that has just been presented, the Bosnian Lord manages to scowl at everyone who has not been pointed out by Lukas. The sounds and smells of the club cause him more discomfort than weeks in the wilderness of his homeland. Patrons continue to leave clear passage for him, making Transit tolerable for the moment.

When he is finally brought to meet the others Nikodemus is a model of good manners. He smiles to both Danicka and Theron throughout the introductions, then watches the Ahroun walk away on whatever task he has undertaken. Faced with small talk, he makes the simple choice and turns to Theron. "Are you a native to Chicago, or a transfer like myself?"

[Jeff Pyeon] ((Don't wait on me. I'll post further in when I see opportunity. =D I hope you weren't already!))

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (psst, do me a favor and put 'playtest' in your tag!)
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[Laila Frolich] Oh ok, sorry
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (sorry guys, on phone)

[Theron Locke] Theron nods in response to Danicka's question "Yeah he is supposed to be, he gave me a call and asked me to meet him here. Apparently there is some business to be discussed " not missing the smile at all.

It's then that his concentration is broken but the arrival of a stranger, putting two and two together, along with unmistakeable smell of seething rage, he comes to the conclusion that this must be the guy that Lukas mentioned on the phone "Nikodemus right ? I'm Theron... and no I'm not a native , originally a New Yorker but have moved around a lot since those days."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas makes a detour to the bar, getting a second kamikaze to chase the first. When he approaches the group, he comes up beside Danicka, nodding a hello to Genevre.

"Hey," he says, a general greeting, raising his voice above the thump of music. "Theron, Nikodemus is a Galliard. He'll be running with us for a week or two, and hopefully joining the pack."

[Danicka Musil] She's been pointed out by Lukas. She's been pointed out as one of their tribe, though Niko could tell that without being informed. Niko does not scowl at her, but Danicka quiets when he gets nearby all the same. She listens as Lukas arrives and tells them who he is, that he might be one of the Unbroken soon enough, and sips her water where before she all but gulped it.

[Danicka Musil] [Danicka's going to be quiet for awhile, here. Other scene went to Inits and I'm store-bound here in a bit!]

[Genevra de Provence] Genevre nods and smiles a touch to Lukas, raising her glass to him. She found her a nice little spot where she could watch the Lords as they interacted with each other, trying to get one of those lawyer readings off them.

[Theron Locke] Theron listens as the purpose of the impromptu meeting is finally explained "Ahh okay, sounds like a plan. " as he turns to Niko "Glad to have you along for the ride.".

It's only after this that Theron greets the female that was sitting with Danicka "So sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier. I'm Theron and you are ?"

[Genevra de Provence] Her voice is confident, with a strong french accent. "Genevre de Provence." She gave Theron a touch of a smile.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] ("hopefully joining the pack thereafter." -- is what it should read)

"Genevre is one of Kate's kinswoman," Lukas adds. "Genevre, this is my packmate, Theron."

Beside the slender blonde, Lukas's height and breadth of chest and shoulders seems all the more apparent. They're a handsome, if mismatched couple -- Danicka slim and golden; Lukas tall and swarthy. The Shadow Lord downs his second kamikaze, then reaches around Danicka to set it on the bar.

[Genevra de Provence] "So is this what the wolves of Chicago do when they are not fighting?" She took a sip of her cosmo.

[Theron Locke] With a smirk he responds to the Silver Fang "This and ...other... things if you listen to the rumor mill".

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Dear god." Lukas seems caught between wanting to know and not wanting to know. "What 'other things' are they talking about now?"

[Genevra de Provence] Her brow quirks a bit. "I'm not one who listens to rumours. I like facts much more."

[Theron Locke] He turns to Lukas with a grin "oh you know the usual, whose lusting after who.. etc etc. The stuff that makes the world turn for some people"

"Yeah I agree facts are good, but that normally involves steeping on a few toes"

[Genevra de Provence] Another sip of her drink. "I, myself, 'ave no problem stepping on people's toes. Is what I do." She had this strange smile to her lips.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "I think she just invited you to dance, Theron," Lukas puts in wryly.

[Theron Locke] Theron responds to Lukas just as quickly "Well I wouldn't mind, just depends on if Genevre minds if her dance partner dances like a white boy."

"Oh I don't have a problem with stepping on people's toes either, just sometimes pays to acknowledge that fact"

[Danicka Musil] Since the Shadow Lords -- other than Theron -- walked over, Danicka's been almost silent. There's no secrecy or pretense anymore about what she is to Lukas, how far his claim goes. As far as the tribe is concerned, every inch of her flesh and every penny in her coffers belongs to him and is at his disposal. Niko's rage is considerable, and it is not until he drifts away from the group that Danicka even begins to relax.

Despite the fact that as far as sheer fury goes, Lukas outstrips the others so severely that there is a wide berth of empty air around the group as mortals pull away from him, trying to stay out of his reach.

She finishes her water, looking into the crowd. "I'm here with classmates," she says quietly, an aside to Lukas as he teases Genevre and Theron. Her eyes flick to them, between them, and then she smiles. "Should I stay nearby, in case one of you needs help limping off the dance floor?"

[Genevra de Provence] Genevre put her glass down on the bar and held her hand out to Theron. "Let us see if you can dance as well as you can speak with that silver tongue you 'ave."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas glances over Danicka's shoulder as though to find these classmates in the turmoil of the crowd. "Do you need to go back to them?" he replies, an aside for an aside.

[Theron Locke] Theron smiles and takes the offered hand "well we will have to wait and see won't we". He is appreciative of the distraction, his mind not focused on the past but the present. He begins to follow Genevre out onto the dance floor.

[Danicka Musil] "Chances are," Danicka says, as though she is reciting something from a book, "if you take a group of college students to a nightclub, one or more of them will get too drunk to remember who all they came with."

Genevre is holding out her hand to Theron. Danicka lets the knuckles of hers brush against the fingers of Lukas's, in the dark, between the outsides of their thighs. "And chances are, if you're at a nightclub with a group of college students too drunk to remember who they came with, no one will mind if some of their original number go home with people other than the ones they arrived with."

[Genevra de Provence] Her fingers curl around Theron's hand and she guides him out to the dance floor. She grew up one of Paris' elite, and a known socialite in her early college days. So she had no complaints about taking a hottie like Theron out to the dance floor. "Tell me, Theron, what weighs so 'eavy on your mind?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] As his packmate and his packmate's kin recede farther away, their hands brush, and then his fingers catch hers. He turns a little -- facing her profile now.

"Are those the rules?" he asks, amused. "Ms. Musil's Guide to College Outings?"

[Danicka Musil] Fingers tangle after brushing, as he's grasping her hand to hold it, to keep it from retreating or escaping. Danicka lets the empty water bottle dangle from her other hand, tipping her head back a bit to meet his gaze. "Please," she says, her tone too light to be serious, too smooth to be scoffing, "I'm just relaying what I've been told. I'm only a freshman."

It takes awhile for the faint curve to her mouth to become an actual smile. "Are you seriously playing matchmaker? I thought he was with your sister."

[Theron Locke] He does his best to move with her as they dance, though to onlookers it definitely wasn't hard to see who was outdancing who. "Hmm lets just say that I've had to say goodbye to a part of my life I rather enjoyed. Unfortunately the ironic thing is that it was the best decision to make, which doesn't make me feel any better" he says with a small smile.

[Genevra de Provence] She grabbed Theron's hand, after his comment, and spun herself into his arms. "As a lawyer, I could read that in so many ways." She smiled, a REAL smile from the Fang. The kin was actually enjoying herself at the moment. Now one had to wonder how long that would last.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas looks at Theron and Genevre, mere flashes in the dark motion of the dance floor now. "Já poslal je pry&+269;, takže jsem mohl být s vámi," he replies quietly.

"Besides," he adds a moment later, "I trust Theron with my sister's honor. A dance is a dance."

Lukas doesn't know, yet, that Theron and Anezka broke up over Thanksgiving. He doesn't know that the Theurge was talking about that very issue -- albeit in oblique terms -- on the dance floor with a Fang kin. As far as he's concerned, that romance was still progressing right along.

[Katherine Bellamonte] (So, where is everyone? *peers* I require locations! And a detailed map! And... a martini.)
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[Genevra de Provence] ((On the dance floor, dancing with Theron))

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (at the bar, with danicka!)

[Danicka Musil] [*mixes a martini* Drop, you're on map duty, I guess...]

[Danicka Musil] They vanish. To Danicka's eyes, less sharp than Lukas's, less honed to the dark, Genevre and Theron are no more now than anyone else: young, beautiful, well-dressed and moving to the music that beats like a terrified heart and winds around the dancers like a long pair of legs.

"Vím," she says, more level than the shouting they have to employ to hear one another when they don't lean in close. Which they do. On every word, with every passing second.

Her hand tightens on his for a moment, then relaxes. "Have you talked to her again since insisting over the phone that you were not flipping your lid?"

Her tone is just teasing enough to imply that she, like his sister, disagreed on that point.

[Katherine Bellamonte] A moment or two later, Lukas and Theron can feel their pack-sister's presence as she slides into the nightclub's throng. For a change, she is in neither black or white but crimson red, a leather duster covering the blond's body down to her thighs, her legs encased in high matching boots, and beneath her duster, a white shirt with the collar unbuttoned enough that it suggests to the shape of Katherine's body, the curve of her breasts.

She is somehow both beautiful beneath the changing lights, and unsettling, her red lips curved in a display of light mood as she weaves her way through the crowd toward the pair at the bar. They can hear the Silver Fang's thoughts across the totem link, her comments on the attire of the dancers, her general thoughts on the club.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Is this supposed to be music? It sounds as if someone is being strangled.

And then an instant later: The designer of those pants should be shot, they look hideous.
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Not about Theron, no," Lukas replies, a shake of his head emphasizing the negation. "She's a grown-ass woman. Her words, not mine. Theron hasn't given me reason to think he'll mistreat her yet, and I don't think he will. If Anežka wants to risk making a mistake with her choice of mate or heartbreak when he dies or what-have-you, it's not my business."

Lukas looks toward the door. He's quiet a moment, as though listening to some internal frequency. Then, "Katherine just showed up." Perhaps that's a form of advance warning.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] It's drums 'n bass, Katherine. Learn it live it love it. Hear the totemphone message about Nikodemus earlier?
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[Katherine Bellamonte] Hmm, is all she says about the drums and bass. Then, when Lukas mentions Nikodemus: Oui, I will be interested to meet him and discover how we get along. As I recall, you and I were instantly the best of friends.

There's no disguising the hint of amusement in her voice.
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[Danicka Musil] Certain words that Lukas uses matter more than others. Yet is one of them. Risk is another. Danicka is utterly silent for a moment, the smell of her enriched by sweat, diminished by their closeness to so many other sweaty human beings. And then she squeezes his hand. "Yes," she says, "it is."

Which seems to be her final word on the subject, at least for the night. Even if Lukas were to ask what she means or argue the point with her, a moment later he's telling her that Katherine is here. Danicka takes a deep breath and squeezes his hand once more, then slips her fingers free.

"I'm going to head back to the group," she tells him, facing him. "Nemohu se pojednávat s Kate dnes ve&+269;er, jsem se finále p&+345;ichází."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Katherine and I, Lukas explains for Theron's benefit -- and for Sinclair's, and Caleb's, if they were listening in, pretty much despised each other at first sight. Not hard to see why, prissy little stuck-up thing that she is. A silent laugh follows this.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Theron Locke

[Theron Locke] He laughs a small laugh at Gen's comment "As a lawyer I bet you could read lots of things, lots of ways. With that profession, you call me the silver tongue." he shakes his head. The enjoyment the Fang shows is almost infectious as Theron relaxes more to the beat.

[Theron Locke] "Oh well it does take all sorts.. and who knows maybe that contrast helps keep you in line" he finally responds, and then in addition I guess you could call it music Kate, these young ones seem to enjoy it but no accounting for taste. It's definitely danceable to though, once you learn to let go
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas's fingers catch at Danicka's for a second. As close as they stand, she can see the flicker in his eyes: an urge to hold her where she is; an urge to bend to her and kiss her mouth.

It passes. They're in public. More to the point: his packmates were near, and a Fang that was only distantly Katherine's ward.

He lets her go. "Have fun," he says quietly.

[Genevra de Provence] "You would be very surprised at the things I could do, monsior." She was dancing in close to him. "I could probably read you right now as well. I've learned 'ow with all the people I deal with. Makes it 'ard for them to 'ide thing from me."

[Danicka Musil] She sees. And she lets her hand rest lightly in his still, lets him hold on rather than pulling away, snatching herself out of his grasp. Her head tips to the side as he gets past whatever urge is making him look at her the way he does. And then she smiles. It's understandably, but almost achingly, gentle.

Their hands slide apart. Danicka nods. "You, too," she says, and takes a step away.

And, with a lopsided grin that no one else quite sees: "Najd&+283;te mi pozd&+283;ji. Pokud nemám na tebe seru zase brzy, budu selžou všechny své t&+345;ídy."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] That dispels the quietness in Lukas's mood, his eyes. It makes him throw his head back, makes him laugh, sudden and happy.

"Okay," he says, after, smiling at her from the bar as she moves away into the crowd. And, raising his voice, "Vaše místo?"

[Katherine Bellamonte] As the Silver Fang locates her Alpha by the bar, he is saying farewell to his mate, and the blond's eyes follow the Kinswoman a moment as she leaves his side to return to another party. "I hope that was not on my account," she greets Lukas with, and turns to attract the barkeep's attention so she can order herself a drink.

A martini, she says to him. With lots of olives.


[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine's response to this comes across in a huff of false incredulity.

Yes, and you were a boorish Shadow Lord who only wished to conspire and undermine me. There is true fondness in the manner they snark at one another now, despite their words.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Theron Locke

[Theron Locke] As she moves closer or maybe it is her words, the colour of Theron's cheeks change. The faintest blush colouring his olive skin.

"Maybe you could, you'd just have to work out if it was the real me or the me right now." he responds conspiratorially

[Theron Locke] Theron pipes up "Now children play nice....Don't make me come over there, your distracting me from my dancing
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker

[Danicka Musil] In answer, Danicka holds up the middle three fingers of her left hand, forefinger and ring finger splayed. But then she's turning, back into the crowd of dancers, looking again for her classmates.

[Danicka Musil] [And I'm out to get some sleep! Thank you all for the RP!]

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Night, Kai! Thanks!]

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "No," Lukas says to Katherine, smiling, as one blonde moves away and the other arrives. "It had more to do with her finals next week. Buy you a drink?"

[Genevra de Provence] His blush seemed to energize her. She did enjoy it when she made those around her change expression. "Let me see. You are very loyal and dedicate, but you also recently suffered a loss. I saw 'ow you were around Lukas. But you also seem alittle distracted. 'Ow do I know this? You are 'ere dancing with me, but you are not really flirting considering my dress is barely the size of a pillow case." ((Thank you Chilltank for the comparison *L*))

[Katherine Bellamonte] "Please," she says as her martini is made and leans her weight easily against the bar, her eyes seeking out Theron and Genevra, glimpsed briefly as a gap in the dancers opens up, before they are again swallowed from her sight. A vaguely teasing light enters the Philodox's eye.

"My, Theron and Genevra appear to be getting along rather nicely, do they not?" A fair eyebrow lifts.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] When Katherine's martini arrives, it's Lukas that puts down the bill for it. Then he glances over his shoulder at Theron and Genevre on the dance floor.

"He's dating my sister," Lukas says, wry. Ignorance is bliss. "I wouldn't be concerned for the virtue of your kinswoman."

(i'm heading to bed in a bit here, too!)

[Katherine Bellamonte] She laughs, a tinkling, happy noise as she lifts the rim of the glass to her lips.

"Bien sûr," she concedes, before adding. "But then your sister is not here at present, is she? Genevra is a fine catch for any." The woman's expression turns thoughtful. "It is rather a pity there are not more eligible Silver Fang males in Chicago."

[Theron Locke] He coughs a little "well it's not that I don't appreciate what your wearing. But your right I'm distracted" his eyes flicking to Lukas over at the bar and then returning "Unfortunately it's something I need to talk to others about first. "

[Genevra de Provence] She stopped dancing, and pressed in lightly, kissing his cheek with the barest feather touch of her lips. Then doing the same to the other cheek. A cordial French gesture. "Go then, monsior. The longer something weighs on you, the worse things get."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] -- which makes Lukas smirk, faintly. "A pity for her or you?"

The quip is gentle, though. He knows how things ended with Martin. Lukas gets up then, finishing his own drink and setting the glass down on the bar.

"I'm heading out, I think. Let me know what you think of Nikodemus."

(crashing, folks!)

[Theron Locke] He takes her hand, lifting it too his lips and kisses it lightly "Thankyou for the dance Genevre. I apologise if I seemed too distracted for you to enjoy yourself, but I think I will take your advice." He offers her a thankful smile, "It seems the person I need is about to leave" eyeing Lukas as he starts to leave "I better catch him, sorry I had to cut our dance short. Perhaps another time we can continue?"

He waits for his response and then heads in the direction of Lukas.

[Genevra de Provence] "I would be delighted. Now shoo."