Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 66 degrees Fahrenheit (18 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.23 and rising, and the relative humidity is 63 percent. The dewpoint is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.) For more detail, see: http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=98501

The sun's down, as it has been for a couple hours, a portion of which were just spent in the St. Uriel's Graveyard, again. Felix is slightly tipsy and singing Summertime to Lilah and the world at large as they walk along the sidewalk, hand in hand.

Although she didn't drink *that* much, Lilah has bypassed 'slightly tipsy' at least a little bit. Her cheeks are flushed with the alcohol in her system, but hey-- no one will notice given she's always blushing anyway! She's looking over at him fondly as he sings, not really paying attention to where they're walking. It's a wonder she doesn't trip, to be honest. She's not singing along this time, and instead seems absolutely fixated on his voice.

Felix has definitely done his part to see about getting Lilah blushing this evening, although hey, he's being pretty well-behaved just now. "...then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky..." There's a faint pause as they pass a driveway and he glances idly down it as he generally does, then again -- which is less general. "But 'til that mornin', there's a-nothin' can harm you," he continues as they go on, "with daddy and mammy standin' by-yyy..." He stops a house or two on, glancing back and looking thoughtful.

For Lilah's part, she doesn't seem to notice his double-glance at the driveway, as even though he's paused in singing, she's still watching him, rapt. When he stops singing altogether though, she tilts her head curiously, and then leans in to press a soft kiss onto his lips. "That was real nice," she says softly.

Felix slips an arm around Lilah's waist and pulls her in close for another kiss, then grins. "I didn't even do the fancy part for you," he teases, "'s gotta whole bigass glissando kinda thing in the end." Another kiss, this one by her ear, and he murmurs, "That house there. I'm gonna go check it out. You wanna come with, or you wanna walk a little?"

"I dunno what a glissando is, but I bet it's amazin'," Lilah grins right back after returning his kiss. She shivers lightly at the kiss by her ear, and then listens closely to his words. Her brows lift, just the tiniest bit, and then she smiles. "I always wanna come with," she decides, though apparently this requires a rather forceful kiss to prepare for. Nothing for it!

"Everything I do's amazin'," Felix replies brightly, and of course preparatory forceful kisses are available. He gives her another grin as he lets her go to just hand-holding again, and takes a subtle look around before leading the way back to that driveway at a casual stroll, turning into the driveway and heading on down it toward the back of the house. The porch gets a somewhat closer considering look as they pass it, but he doesn't actually stop until they reach the back yard. No cars parked; if Lilah's paying attention to detail she might notice two newspapers on the porch and two more lying elsewhere in the front yard.

"I know," Lilah agrees to his claim, and then there are massive kisses to attend to. She squeezes his hand lightly as they stroll toward the house, and it's questionable whether she notices the newspapers in her current state; she does look to the porch after he does, but there's no change in her general demeanor. She seems happy, and not really as cautious as maybe she should be. Then again, maybe that's why she's able to remain casual instead!

Felix hums to himself half under his breath as they go -- Mission Impossible. New moon and nothing but street lights on the sidewalk and two lights on inside the large house means they've got plenty of shadow cloaking their progress. He eyes the back of the place with interest -- a look at the yard, which is nicely tended, but mostly the house itself, wandering along to glance through the first floor windows before heading toward the back door again.

Lilah's lips curve upward again as she hears the humming, and she peeks over at him before looking over at the house. Something makes her frown, just slightly, but then she glances over at him and can't help but smile again. She says nothing, for now, and just moves with him toward the back door.

The back door doesn't even have a deadbolt, just a doorknob, and one, as it turns out, that's perfectly happy to pop right open at being introduced to a supermarket club card. Felix grins wider when it gives, and opens it with a flourish and the tail of his overshirt, gesturing her in ahead gallantly. Well, considering.

Lilah grins as it opens, and even moreso when he gestures ahead of himself. She heads on in, though apparently this requires brushing her hand over his stomach as she goes. Funny how that works. She doesn't say anything once she's inside, waiting for him to follow in after her.

Felix closes the door behind them, still humming softly. It's a laundry/mud room sort of place, which he examines with realtively idle interest. "Hey, roller skates," he points out, the somewhat beat-up pair tucked in a box under the sink, and then focuses on the the door from the room into the house. This one DOES have a deadbolt, though no lock on the knob; it's not a complicated deadbolt, though, and the twisted bobbypins in his pocket are enough to persuade it to cooperate. He looks far too pleased with it, or with himself, and pushes this door open as well, again gesturing Lilah welcomingly ahead. The room ahead is a kitchen -- a big one, well-appointed, if currently pretty dim with the lights out.

Lilah smiles over at him, and then peers at the skates, nodding her head. "Ain't my size, but damn. Nice place." She kisses his cheek this time after he manages to get the door open, and once more as she steps past him, her hand brushes over him-- this time over his chest. She doesn't flip on any lights, and instead immediately starts peering into the room, trying to work out what's where.

"Innit?" Felix agrees, brushing a hand across her rear when she passes, and he closes the door behind them, though he doesn't as yet rebolt it. He heads in after her, slipping his arm around her waist and pushing her hair aside so he can kiss the back of her neck lightly. Another look around, and he lets her go, with a considering look at the lights and the windows. It's the back of the house, and there's a pretty big hedge on the other side of the driveway; apparently this seems good enough to him, because after a moment of standing quite still and listening, he does head over to flip on a light.

Lilah grins broadly at the hand trailing across her. She leans back against him as he kisses the back of her neck, and when he steps away, gives a soft, pleased sigh. She makes no other noise, especially when he goes still, and squints a bit as the light turns on.

Felix takes another quiet look when the light is on, listening for any movements or any that might be outside -- but nothing. He gives Lilah another grin, and opens the fridge, since it's right by him. "...heh. Want a beer? They got microbrew-lookin' shit here." He pokes at a couple random items in there, clearly debating whether they look tasty at present or not. "I'm thinkin' this maybe seems like the kinda place there could be some suitable silver shit for Justin's thing sittin' around somewhere," he muses.

"I'm gen'rally up for a beer," Lilah says without hesitation, and walks over closer to him. She runs a hand down his arm, smiling softly as she says, "Might could be." Her smile broadens, turning mischievous as she adds, "I tell ya what, you raid the fridge an' then look for anythin' else you want. I'll go lookin' for silver. First one to find a wine cellar 'r a bottle o' champagne wins."

Felix snags two of the bottles from the fridge, handing one to her and keeping the other himself, then closes the door; apparently nothing else there calls for immediate devouring. Except maybe Lilah, since he tugs her in for another kiss. "Aw, but then we'd hafta split up," he says, "and I kinda wanna hunt around for it too. Still, though..." He trails off, considering her plan, and digs in his pocket for the knife (or more specifically, the bottle opening attachment on it). "Keep shit neat an' be careful whatcha touch, an' don't leave trash around," he advises, and something about it sounds more like remembered instruction than spontaneous thought; the bottlecap, once removed, goes into his pocket, and he offers her the opener, along with another grin.

That kiss is totally allowed, and indeed encouraged! "Anythin' I should be particularly careful 'bout touchin'?" Lilah asks, and nods to the rest of it. Well, nods to the rest after kissing him AGAIN, anyway. She takes the opener and pops her own beer open, then passes it back. The cap goes in her pocket, and the beer goes in her mouth. Mmmm!

"Shiny shit mostly," Felix says promptly, "Glass, metal, polished wood, shit like that. Gotta wipe it off again with your shirt or somethin' if you end up pokin' at it and you're leavin' it behind." It still sounds like advice being passed on rather than thought up. More kisses are of course welcome, as is his beer afterward. Lilah gets another grin, and he retakes her free hand with his. "C'mon." The kitchen has two swinging doors, one on each of the walls that neither leads back the way they came nor borders on the outdoors. Felix peeks through the small window in the one that leads toward the front of the house, then pushes the door open with his shoulder until it stays that way. It's a dining room, fair-sized -- big table, about eight chairs around it, built in cabinets and sideboard and such. No light on in there; it's illuminated by the spillage from the kitchen, for now. No dust, but something about the degree of neatness in here suggests the room probably isn't often actually used.

"Got it," Lilah promises, and takes another swig of her beer. Apparently she likes it, because she takes a third shortly thereafter. She squeezes his hand once it's in his, and peeks into the room once he's done the initial scouting. She seems to be taking his lead here, which is a scary thought.

Scary indeed, althought to be fair, he almost certainly does have more experience in the matter, right? And he's not currently in a cell somewhere. Maybe luck'll hold! Felix's brows go up slightly as he takes in the room -- the table in particular -- with a tiny, low whistle. "Man. Can't be that many people livin' here, can there?" he muses, then kisses Lilah on the cheek before letting her go in favour of heading to the built-ins and peering through the glass fronts; they're like someone decided stained glass was awesome but slightly too showy, and cut out all that ostentatious colour. Tulips, it looks like. The upper cabinets are a bit high for either of them to easily explore, open or closed, but seem to hold china of varying sorts, and wine glasses. Two lower cabinets are larger, with no glass, one to either side of a bank of drawers. Felix pulls one of the lower ones open with the corner of his shirt around the metal handle, and laughs. There are shelves inside, and most of them appear to contain assorted bottles of alcohol in various states of un- or partially-drunk. "Well, it ain't quite a wine-cellar, but hey. ...we'll hafta find a big bag or somethin'."

"If there's one thing I learned 'bout rich people, it's they always got 'too much' o' everything. 'Just in case,' I reckon." Lilah smiles at the kiss to her cheek, and then follows after him, her gaze shifting about the room more than looking where he's checking out in particular. She turns back to him at the laugh, though, and it's her turn to give a small, low whistle. "Well, I know what *I'm* doin' this weekend." Cue significant look at her husband. She grins, and then kisses his shoulder, just because.

"It is me?" Felix teases to the significant look, and grins back, "I mean, when we're not busy gettin' wrecked." He leaves that cabinet open, taking a good swig of the beer he's already got, and Lilah gets a fleeting nuzzle before he heads over to check out the other cabinet. It's less immediately interesting inside; it sort of looks like it gets opened less often, and all the big awkward serving things seem to be crammed in, albeit probably carefully. Felix tilts his head slightly while he eyes it, and then he starts carefully poking around a bit to get a look at what might be hiding in the back there. He leaves room for Lilah to help if she likes.

"It miiiight be," Lilah teases with a sly smile, and is happy to nuzzle him right back. She does indeed help him poke at what's hiding in the back there, though carefully so as not to leave prints OR make a racket. "Just in case," she mutters with a shake of her head, and takes a brief pause in the poking to kiss his shoulder.

In the back, there's something unwieldy-looking wrapped in fabric; beneath it is a somewhat old-looking leather case, something like a briefcase. Both seem a bit dusty, albeit in that in-a-cabinet way. It's likely neither's been touched for months, and probably years. "You make good weekend plans," Felix says, carefully setting a salad bowl with other bowls inside it aside so he can pull the wrapped thing out, looking intrigued. It's like getting presents! Sort of.

While Felix deals with the fabric 'package,' Lilah's already peeking at the leather case, and starts to reach for it. "Why thank you. You don't do so bad at it, yerself." She smiles over at him, and then finishes pulling out the case. "Count o' three?" she asks.

Felix straightens and turns to set the wrapped thing on the table in front of him. "I dunno, I don't so much make plans. I do make some fuckin' awesome weekends, though," he replies, sounding more pleased with himself for the latter than bothered about the former. "Count of three sounds good. Ready? One... two... three!" He unwraps the cloth; inside is what seems to be a silver tea set -- teapot, coffeepot, creamer, sugar bowl, all on a tray. It's tarnished and the design is... a bit fussy, in a way that doesn't feel like it matches much of the visible decor of the house thus far. "Fuck yeah," Felix says, looking it over, although he hasn't looked at any of it closely enough to see if it says whether it's real or just plated stuff, "Go us." The box, when opened, is silverware -- looks like several place settings, plus a few serving items, all in their own individual little areas. They're also tarnished, and it looks like maybe a couple things have gone missing over the years.

"You do, it's true," Lilah inadvertently rhymes her agreement, and kisses his cheek lightly. "Go us, heck yeah!" she says, and covers up the silverware before saying, "I'm feelin' like we been lucky enough fer one night. You wanna hightail it outta here? Cuz I'm wonderin' how we're gonna get all this out already." Not, mind you, that it stops her from giving him a sudden yet brief kiss.

Felix wraps things back up, humming 'We Are The Champions' softly to himself, and hesitates at her suggestion, looking torn. "You got a point," he admits, "...but there's so much of this place we ain't even seen yet!" He finishes the wrapping and leans to put the cupboard more or less back as they (otherwise) found it, then steps over to start getting the bottles out of the other one and onto the table. Give them a good sense of just how much booty they're looking at. Lilah gets a sidelong look and an unconvincingly innocent, "Bet they got a real nice bedroom." Probably more than one. After another moment, though, he sighs and nods. "Yeah, I reckon you're prolly right..." Brightening again suddenly, he adds, "...so I'm gonna head up an' see if they left any suitcases behind. Wanna come with?"

"That's a lotta stuff, an' we're gonna look mighty conspicuous carrying it," Lilah stands firm, though she makes a show of wavering at the mention of the bedroom. "I reckon they do," she smirks then, and bumps her hip up against his. She looks surprised at his suggestion about suitcases, and then positively beams at him, nodding. "Sounds like a plan!" she says enthusiastically, and takes a swig of her beer before making sure her hand's in his.

Felix clinks his bottle against hers in a mock toast before having another good drink from it himself and reclaiming her hand. There's sliding doors on one side of this room, but he goes back through the open swinging one instead, and then through the other one in the kitchen. It leads to a hall, with a couple other rooms off it, but around the corner is another short hall that leads to the foyer and is next to the stairs. He leads the way, still giving off that vibe of general excitement; the stairs are somewhat creaky, but there's still no sign of anyone being around to hear them. Upstairs, the top landing is surrounded by closed doors -- at least five of them -- and what looks like maybe a big linen closet in one wall.

Lilah grins at him and clinks right back, and then sqeezes his hand as they walk. She's quiet and contented, not full of excitement like him at the moment, but she definitely looks generally happy. When they reach the top landing, she peers at the doors looking for distinguishing marks before saying, "...lady an' the tiger again. Funny how often that comes up." She smirks, kisses his cheek, and then asks, "Y'wanna split up, or go together?"

No marks. They are, in fact, all identical doors, at least to the casual gaze. Wooden. Painted white. "Well, there ain't that many tigers, right? So chances are we get ladies. I'm okay with that." A slight pause. "Well, a'right, I don't really wanna run into any ladies here who aren't you, either." Felix glances at the doors again, and shrugs. "I'm gonna try... that one," he decides, pointing to one of the corners, and heads there, still holding her hand, even as he says, "Up to you whether you wanna stick together or split up for this, I reckon." The door he opens is indeed a bedroom -- possibly the master bedroom, since it has a massive bed with a matching dresser, wardrobe, and nightstands, and two doors leading off from it. Bathroom and closet, maybe? The bed is neatly made, and the whim to let go of Lilah's hand and run a couple steps so he can dive bouncily onto it probably doesn't go through any considerations before it happens. He's at least drunk enough of the beer that it doesn't spill in the process, and it does makes him laugh. "Someday we gotta get us one of these," he says, rolling onto his back and stretching out across the mattress to give the ceiling a good, if brief, eyeing.

Lilah grins broadly at his pause and correction about 'other ladies'-- and gives him a thorough kissing with a smile still on her lips. "I'll stay with you," she decides without hesitation, and laughs softly as he bounces onto the bed. She takes a step toward it, and then stays where she is, smiling warmly at him. "Yeah. I reckon we prolly do. Don't gotta be that big, but it'd sure be nice," she says, and then gets onto all fours, just like that. Though it turns out it's so she can peek underneath the bed.

Nothing under the bed -- well, a little bit of dust, but that's it. Felix quirks a brow and sits up some when she drops down to look, but catches on pretty quick to what she's up to. Not that it doesn't still give him some other ideas. "Be nice if it WAS this big, though," he says, and sings teasingly to her, "We got this king-size to ourselves..." Still, he takes another drink and pushes off the bed and to his feet, leaning down to give her rear a swat while he considers the doors, then starts toward one.

"It would," Lilah just has to agree, and then smiles softly at his teasing singing. She starts to pull up off the floor, but then he starts getting up, so she settles back for a moment-- and naturally, blushes deeply at the swat. "You're incorrigible," she says the word the proper way this time, and then stands up to follow after him. She looks even happier than she did a few minutes ago.

Felix tugs the door open, and: closet! Massive closet. Could probably fit a bed in here closet. Felix blinks, looking around it. Men's and women's clothes hanging, a cubby-thing full of shoes each, another dresser at one side -- the place even has its own windows. "Jesus Christ," he says, "How do they even know what clothes they've =got=?" He can't help wandering past all the hanging gear, hand brushing across the things to separate them just enough for a quick glance in passing. Above the clothes are shelves; if there are any suitcases in here they're likely up there, unless one's somehow hidden behind all the clothing somewhere.

Lilah's eyebrows rise up, and she shakes her head, looking fairly well amazed. "I reckon they don't. Prolly throw out half, next time they buy more. That'r get even *more* closet space." She reaches out for his hand and squeezes it lightly before letting it go. The shelves above them are scrutinized closely. "Y'figure they're up there, if they left any?"

Felix tugs one of the dresses out and holds it up between the two of them to see sort of what it would look like on her. He seems to sort of approve of the general idea, though it looks a couple sizes too big and possibly too long for her; it goes back where he found it. The men's stuff is all far too large, and he doesn't even bother pulling any of it out. "...yeah," he agrees after a moment, "most likely, 'less they keep them stored in one of the other rooms or somethin'." Another glance around. Welp! "Prolly easiest way's if I lift you up some, yeah?" Unless she has a better plan, he prepares to give it a go. She's light, right?

Lilah makes a show of 'modeling' the non-fitting dress, and then gives him a warm smile. She seems surprised as he starts to lift her up, and only just barely manages to keep quiet. She touches his hair lightly as she's up there, but then gets down to brass tacks, peeking up at the shelves quickly. It takes her no time at all to spot two rolly pieces of luggage. One's fairly large, while the other's only medium-sized. "Jackpot," she whispers, and reaches for the bigger of the two, carefully maneuvering it down and toward him.

This takes a fraction of a second to figure out, but at least Felix is pretty good at doing that kind of thing in the moment, if not always ahead of time; when she starts bringing the case down toward him, he lowers her equally carefully until her feet touch the floor and he can help with the last couple inches of case-lowering. "Nice!" he declares, and leans in to steal a kiss before he picks his near-empty beer back up, and makes it the rest of the way empty. The bottle gets shoved into his pocket for the time being. "Think we can get everything in here?" he asks, looking the luggage over, and after a moment, "...maybe we oughta grab, like, towels or somethin', for paddin'. So shit doesn't break or nothin'."

Lilah grins over at Felix, and then shrugs to his question about the luggage. "If we can't, there's another piece o' luggage up there; gotta have a lotta room to haul THIS much junk around from place to place." She nods her head to his suggestion, and then says, "I'll go get the silver stuff, you get some towels? An' then we can haul up the liquor together-like." She quickly pecks his cheek.

"Yeah, okay," Felix agrees, sounding a little bit distracted, and instead of heading off to hunt the wild towel, he slides an arm around her to pull her in for a fairly intense kiss, one hand sliding up under her shirt in a completely blatant way. Hey, they've been alone together for ages and he hasn't properly molested her in probably well over an =hour= now!

Lilah's eyes widen as the kiss turns so thorough, and for a moment it seems like she'll resist, but then the opposite pretty much occurs. Her eyes close, and she pulls him closer to her, her body pressed up against his while she returns that kiss. While his hand slides up under her shirt, her hand slides downward, resting on his behind. This-- this could take awhile.

It's a bit of a while before any towels get hunted down, indeed. After a reasonable amount of kissing and groping, Felix gives her a little growl and -- with rather more difficulty than when he lifted her to check the shelves -- scoops her up and carries her inelegantly back into the other room to drop her on the bed and get back to everything over there, instead. Why waste a good mattress? Which it certainly turns out to be, according to all following tests. The linens could probably use a good straightening by then, however.

As much as Lilah was *trying* to keep a cool head, by the time he gives that growl she's already wavering, and after it? Fuhgeddaboutit. For once, her covering her mouth when she finishes is a helpful thing, and it takes her some time to regain her head enough to murmur, "We should... should really go. Gawd, you're incorrigible." She sits up after several more moments, and then pauses to stroke his cheek. "We should straighten these covers 'n such."

Felix's grin isn't the slightest bit dented by the accusation of incorrigibility, and he tugs her down to steal another kiss when she brushes his cheek. It's a good long one, but a lot more gentle and languid than before. "Mm. Yeah, I reckon we oughta," he agrees to her suggestions when he lets her go, and sits up as well, giving a good stretch and looking around for anything that got abandoned in the process and needs to be reclaimed. It takes until they're entirely put back together, the bed looks (nearly) as neat as it did when they arrived, and he's found a trove of towels in what turns out to INDEED be a linen closet for him to realise it might be easier to take the suitcase and towels downstairs instead of bringing their loot up; he may well meet Lilah about halfway down while doing so.

Lilah returns that kiss warmly, continuing to stroke his cheek. She's gotten quite a bit less shy around him, but even so, there are lingering bits of it now and then. For instance, she occasionally covers herself up while getting dressed or undressed. Now's not one of those times, however, and she has no problem parading around in front of him while she's searching for her clothes. Once that's taken care of, she helps him look for his, and then smoothes out the bedspread with his help as best she can. She keeps sighing all contentedly; it's been a good evening.

Felix enjoys the parading, of course. It's a nice view. Packing everything in towels and then the suitcase takes a bit of work, but nothing too daunting for anyone who's ever played some Tetris, really. Especially since towels are squishy. Felix puts his empty beer bottle in there as well, and takes a look around for any thing clearly still out of place. "Think we're good," he says, "You see anything we missed?" If not, he fastens up the case and gives it an experimental pull to see how heavy it's ended up to roll.

Lilah helps with the packing, of course, and particularly the packing of the silver. She kisses him lightly from time to time, having trouble keeping her distance this evening. Before he can close up the case, she holds a hand up, saying, "Oh, wait just a jiffy!" It takes a bit of searching around the bed, but her empty beer bottle'd rolled under one of the dressers. Phew! Disaster averted. She helps to fasten up the case, and adds with a bit of awe in her voice, "I reckon you're pretty dang clever, figurin' all this out. You notice things. I just... figured you oughta know it's appreciated."

That gets a bright smile out of Felix for a moment, nearly a beam, though it swiftly subsides into nonchalance -- but even so, he's clearly still very pleased with the compliment if one knows to look. "Thanks. I reckon I notice some things better'n others, but." He claims another of those light kisses. "...I like that you don't scare so easy," he murmurs, tweaking one of her curls. "And that you think 'bout things like if we're gonna end up carryin' too much shit." Before they're actually trying to do it, even! He grins and starts rolling the case out the door into the kitchen; the door is closed, the light is turned back off, and exiting is much like entering was, even including him relocking the inner deadbolt after they're past it. This turns out to be somewhat trickier than opening it was, ironically.

His bright smile is met by one of her own; although his is probably even brighter than hers, she's obviously pleased to see him happy. Lilah kisses him back, and then again, before blushing when he compliments her in turn. "Y'don't have to go 'n quid pro quo, but it's mighty appreciated." She helps him out with the luggage, if he should need it, and there's a bounce in her step, even if she IS trying to keep her footsteps quiet.

"I know," Felix says, while prodding that lock with the bobby pins, "but I was thinkin' 'bout it. Not as much fun checkin' places out alone, y'know? And a lotta girls woulda just kept walkin'." Probably a lot of guys, too, but then again, probably not the ones he's tended to hang out with. He lets her handle the luggage until they're out in the backyard, doors properly shut, and takes another look around before claiming the handle from her with one hand and her hand with the other, and heading down the driveway and back to the street. There's a bit of an extra bounce in his step as well, though it's still mostly his usual insouciant saunter.

Lilah smiles softly at him, rubbing at his arm, and then shrugs. "I reckon you know what you're doin'. I trust ya. I trust ya both to look out for my hide, an' yours." She pauses, and then grins mischievously. "'sides, it was fun. 'Specially upstairs." She has a bit of a blush at that, but only a bit! She quiets down once they're leaving the house, and walks with him to the street. She's probably not as good at flying casual, but she sure gives it a try.