The early evening has approached Washington and the sky is starting to darken. Tucked away in the library only a few candles flicker to give any light in the warm and humid building. There is the sound of loud static can be heard shrieking through the night, like angry chords from the gates of hell themselves. "Who will fix me now?! Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown! Who will make me fight?! Drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don't let me drown!" Justin's voice can be heard choking the life out of a song from within the flickering dark.

Footsteps on the stairway, coming down; Felix comes down without the overshirt of the outfit and with a slightly confused expression. There's a soft snort when the type and source of the noise becomes much more clear, and he heads in Justin's direction until the candlelight allows more detail.

Right behind Felix is of course Lilah, her hand in his and a curious expression on her face, as well. There's no snort when she realizes what's up, but she does get a little half-grin. She wipes at her brow, which doesn't actually look too damp. She makes no extra noise to interrupt the song, but neither is she trying to sneak up on him.

The cacophony continues on the first floor as Justin can be seen sprawled out on the bean bag in a pair of Ninja Turtle boxer shorts and nothing else. In his hands he is holding a bright blue Fender Telecaster that is covered in old grunge stickers and has probably seen some better days. It is hooked up to an amp that has a large dent in the side and wrapped about with duct tape to hold the back of it in place. It is also connected to a very long extension cord that is attached to a solar panel taped to the window which would have caught enough sun in the afternoon to give some charge. He strums the six strings again, creating nothing short of a loud 'noise'. Tilting his head upwards at the sight of his pack mates, he gives a wide toothy grin to them, followed by another BANNAAAAAHHHHHGGGG strum of the instrument.

Felix grins back, laughing at that last strum. "Don't quit your day job, man," he teases, and gives the guitar an interested, appraising look. It's weirdly similar to his acoustic -- the blue, the stickers. His gaze follows the connection to the amp, and from there to the window, which is apparently pretty intriguing as well. "Are you powerin' it with that? That's pretty cool." He wanders nearer the beanbag, then, to give the instrument a closer look -- the sort that involves hands rather than just eyes, if possible.

"That's amazin', whatcha did there," Lilah says, after following Felix's gaze to the window. She glances over at Felix, smiling, and then lets his hand go if he manages to get his mitts on the guitar. Easier to check it out with both hands, after all. "How long'd it take you to rig this up?" she wonders.

Handing the guitar over to Felix, Justin just lays sprawled out on the bag like a pimp, complete with adjusting his junk now the heavy instrument is off his lap. "This? Pfff... not long. Had to get the amp working again. Soldered some stuff on the inside. Youtubed the whole thing. I knew I saw one of these in the junk yard so I took it, and fixed it, and then bought strings for it. So I can give it to you since you was wanting one."

Long distance to Justin: Felix checks: I'm guessing it's the standard design and has the strings on in the usual order? Is it tuned at all?
From afar, Justin nods. It's probably not tuned real good. Justin is good at building, not actually using. XD
You paged Justin with 'Fair enough, Felix is not so hot at building. ;)'.

Felix takes the instrument reasonably gently, turning it a bit to check it out on the sides and back, and sets his foot on the edge of the beanbag so he can rest the guitar against his thigh while he gives it an experimental strum of his own. It... possibly sounds slightly better than when Justin did it, but still a bit out of tune. It makes him grin even wider anyway, and he takes a moment to adjust the strings, one at a time. An observant person would notice he's holding it upside down, to deal with it left-handed; it puts the strings in the wrong order, but that isn't a problem just now. "...thanks," he tells Justin, looking to him again; it's absolutely sincere. Once the strings are giving the sounds he wants, he strums it again -- it's better. Arranging a different chord takes some care in this configuration, but that sounds pretty good too. "That's awesome. ...and you didn't hafta do that. But thank you. Did it take a lotta work? Seems like it would."

Lilah watches Felix with a smile as he checks out the guitar, and particularly when he's done tuning it. That's always easier on the ears. She leans up against a wall, crossing her arms over her chest, and then turns her attention to Justin. "That was mighty thoughtful of ya, Justin. 'Specially nice of ya to even buy new strings. Ya didn't hafta do that, like the man says, but it's awful appreciated." Her gaze shifts back to Felix, and she watches him toy with the guitar interestedly.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just fucking cool like that. It took me all night, and most of the morning to work the kinks out. You probably need a new amp though. You should see what I did on the inside. It ain't pretty but it will do you good for now." Justin gets comfortable on the bag as best he can. "Sides, now it's not in the junk yard going to waste."

"Yeah, pretty fucking cool," Felix grants, giving the guy another grin. "Now I gotta come up with a decent kinda proper thank you." Not that he sounds particularly upset about that. Another couple strums, eyes more on the amp than the guitar for now, and he nods. "What'd you hafta do to the inside?" He settles on the couch, and despite having just tuned it, starts gently unstringing the guitar to reverse the order. It's just easier to play that way. "Can't help imaginin' bubble gum an' paper clips for some reason. Prolly too many reruns."

"Yeah y'are," Lilah also allows, nodding her head. She doesn't follow Felix to the couch, seeming pretty comfy where she's leaned up against the wall for now. "I was picturin' bubble gum, too... but not paper clips. Binder clips. 'n rubber bands." She grins, and looks over to watch Felix as he begins restringing the guitar. "You gonna play for us?" she asks.

"Just the amp. Didn't fuck with the guitar. But yeah... electrical tape and maybe a few paperclips and some nickel solder may have been involved." Justin pushes himself and straightens his boxers, then ambles over to his duffle bag to fish through it and find a wrapped sandwich. Mmm, warm egg salad. "So, whatcha two up to today?"

Felix nods. "Amp's what I meant," he clarifies, and looks actually sort of pleased with the idea of that jury-rigging; of course, he was looking pretty darn pleased already. "I was thinkin' I might play for me," he tells Lilah, with another grin, "but I might could see my way to playin' for y'all as well." He lets her cover the rest of what they have been or will be doing today, still getting the strings in place, then starting to tune them up again.

"That's pretty dang cool," Lilah decides, and laughs lightly at Felix's reply to her question. She shakes her head amusedly, and then answers Justin's question: "Reckon we weren't really plannin' anythin' specific-like, but that don't mean we're opposed to somethin'." She glances at Felix, watching him as he tunes for a moment, and then returns her gaze to Justin: "How 'bout you?"

"It's a full moon and I'm an ahroun. Tonight I am going to kill something.. someone.. depends on how the night goes." Justin says with a smirk on his face as he takes a hungry bite out of the warm sandwich, followed by a quick pair of chews and a salad. "Up to you if you want to join, Felix. But, if you'd rather 'fuck away' your inner anger I wouldn't blame you. I don't got that luxury."

The "Yes" comes instantly, Felix looking up from the guitar, "I'm in." Another couple tests on the string he's working with, and moving on to the next. He's got the rage and urgent energy reasonably under control right now, but it's not exactly hard to sense regardless. "Anyway who says either-or?" Justin gets a quick, toothy grin with that, and Felix takes another experimental strum. Apparently he feels a little more tweaking of the tuning is necessary. He gives Justin a thoughtful look. "Don't see why you couldn't," he says, and there's a fleeting glance Lilahward before adding to Justin, "...though I grant maybe right now ain't the =best= time t' go lookin'."

Lilah nods her head to what Justin has to say, clearly not all that surprised to hear it. "Given givens, I'm guessin' I ain't invited, an' even if I were, I think it'd be nice t'have a little 'me' time. I reckon it's good to be sociable, but it's also good to getcher alone time, too. Could catch up on s'more readin'. So what're you two plannin' to take out, outta curiousity?"

"Pretty obvious why I don't got a girlfriend. I have terrible fashion taste and girls don't like spics who froth at the mouth for two weeks outta th' month." Justin says as he tugs on some torn pants and a black shirt. "And, I don't know yet. Gonna snag Watcher and head into the Umbra, see if we can take a poke at something near the woods that may be sneaking too close bawn-ward."

Felix grins at the first part, fingers moving through a few chords without actually strumming. "Well, yeah," he agrees with Justin's assessment of Reasons, "havin' a couple pretty frothy weeks a month don't generally help with long term shit. The OTHER shit, though, that's fixable." He glances the guy over again, deciding with a slight shrug, "Dunno about relationships an' shit, but speakin' short term... doable." Presumably making that happen, and not Justin himself. Although theoretically it'd have to be both. "If you want."

Lilah remains leaned up against the wall, though she uncrosses her arms so she can shove her hands in her pockets. Felix is nodded to, and then she says, "Ya got that right. If yer lookin' for a forever girl, that's trouble. But part-time 'r one-time? Ain't so bad, from what I hear."

"Yeah? So does that mean you're Felix's part time girl? So, we still gonna be bros when she eventually dumps you when I get a six-pack and we totally hook up because she wants to bang a Tight End instead of Wide Receiver?" Justin pauses. ".. that works way better when talking 'bout gay dudes." Throwing his windbreaker on, he grumbles as he heads for the door. "If anything, I could use a walk." He seems rather frustrated in his voice now.

"No." It's flat and certainly applies to the first of the main questions there, possibly also the second, Felix giving the younger guy a level look. It's almost surprisingly calm, as if there were only a certain amount of anger and frustration available in the room at a time and Justin's hogging it right now. The leave-taking gets a nod, and a shrug. "See you when you get back, I reckon. Let me know when you wanna go hunt somethin'." He plays a few relatively quiet notes, giving the guitar a grin, which remains in place when he looks up again to add, "And thanks again. Definitely pretty fuckin' cool."

Lilah looks between Justin and Felix, and stays the hell out of it. She just shoves her hands further into her pockets, looks at Felix for a moment, and then gives a smile that encompasses the both of them. "Take care, Justin," she says, and then nods to Felix's thanks. "Yeah. It's appreciated."

Throwing a hand upwards in a wave, the Gnawer heads out the door as he pulls his hoodie over his head. "Gonna go hunting now, just not sure if it will be a monster. Maybe I'll just pick a fight with some asshole and break his jaw. Enjoy the guitar." The door creaks behind him with a dusty thud.

Felix looks torn for a moment, and then stands again, handing the guitar over to Lilah and giving her a quick kiss. "Turn off the amp, a'right?" he says, and heads for the door as well, following Justin out. Given the delay, he's probably a ways behind already when he emerges.

Lilah nods to Felix, and gives him a warm smile after that kiss. Her gaze shifts to the closed door, and then over to the amp. Hopefully she can figure out how to shut it down without breaking Justin's hard work, and hopefully she finds a good spot for the guitar, as well!

Letting out a heavy breath, Justin peers left and right down the street, then is seen heading East down towards the more shabby part of the neighborhood. He has an odd lumber to his walk, as if he is thinking too hard about making it seem 'cool'.

Felix's usual saunter isn't going to close the space between them with any reasonable speed, but hell if he's going to run (what was that about making things seem cool?), so he catches up more gradually with a strong, somewhat aggressive stride instead. It probably takes a block or two before he can properly join the Ahroun.

When the Galliard catches up to him, Justin glances over to him. "You didn't gotta come you know. Coulda stayed in with your wife and played her some Chicago or something." He says as he slips his hands out of his hoodie pockets. "Sides, don't know if you're up for the type-ah shit I get into when I'm on the streets."

Felix falls into much more of his usual gait as he settles in next to Justin. "I know," he says to the first part, then gives him a rather feral grin, "...but I ain't broken nobody's jaw in =weeks=." It's not entirely a joke. A shrug, and he adds, "Anyway, I can do that later. What typea shit you got in mind?" There is a notable lack of concern over what details might be forthcoming.

People in general are giving the two a super-wide berth, especially the younger man. It's not like there are that many people out and about, but those few that are, steer clear.

"I know a guy about three blocks down, been watching him for weeks now. Guy is a real asshole. Pimps out a few dumb ass girls who are too stupid to go home. He likes putting on a show in public for his customers. Smacking them around, beating them." Justin's lips curl back a bit. "Been waiting for the moon to get just right for me to make my introduction. Let 'em know who's streets he's on. Something I picked up from Thane Armitage. Shadow Lord Elder. If you are gonna own turf you gotta find the biggest dog in the pound, and you fuck them up until they understand." His voice rumbles out in a rattly growl.

Felix's eyes narrow at the description, and he nods. "Might be they reckon whatever's waitin' at home's worse," he says, "but that don't make it right. Shitty to start with, and y'don't hit girls 'less they can hold their own." He flexes his fingers a bit, stretches his arms. "Anyway, that ain't never scared me away before. New crew, new turf, but same general idea. He got friends?"

"None that will come hear him scream tonight." Justin says dangerously as he pushes off his back foot as he walks, making his way down the street faster as a hungry gleam fills his eyes.

Felix keeps pace, that sense of compressed energy increasing with the anticipation of their task. Justin's answer gets a nod and a brief, malicious half-smile; he doesn't ask anything else, for now.

As they head down a bit farther, it appears that Justin has found his target. A large man of Italian descent wearing a pair of sweat pants and a thin sleeveless tank. He looks every part the stereotypical pig. Gold chains dangle around his neck and hang way across his sweaty, hairy chest. He is slightly balding at the top with salt and pepper hair. Between his teeth he has a lit cigar, blowing smoke out from each puff. A trio of painted ladies are on the corner, catcalling the cars that drift by, dressed provocatively and wearing far too much make up. One of them sports a few bruises upon her face, complete with a swollen eye as she trembles beneath his watchful gaze. The Galliard at his side may hear a light rumble in his throat. Excitement.

There's a very soft snort from Felix when the apparent target comes into view; he studies him appraisingly for a couple seconds as they approach. The women get a good look as well, taking in the bruises and the trembling, checking for signs any of them might be likely to get involved. His walk adjusts slightly, less intentionally insouciant and more balanced, ready.

Giving a glance to his pack mate, he gives his head a quick nod, then steps forward and snags one of the girl's by the wrist and jerks it hard, pulling her into the alley as she lets out a startled scream. Pugsly, that is what we will call our portly pimp for the scene lets out a loud yell and storms after into the alley. "Hey asshole! You can't just touch the fucking merchandise, you gotta pay for it!" The alley does not have much in the way of light, just two buildings nearly pressed upon one another with a dumpster at the far end and a fire escape that dangles too low to grab.

Felix returns the glance and nod and hangs slightly back -- just enough that he can follow the storming pimp into that alley, cornering him between the two werewolves whether their prey's aware of his herding or not. No comment from him, right now. He's not even trying to counteract the sense of Rage they radiate; with the clear readiness of his stance, many would find it rather more unsettling than the presence of a guy his size should generally be.

Letting go of the woman, who by now has eyes as wide as saucers, she bolts out of the alleyway past Felix. Pugsly glances over his shoulder, then back to Justin as he raises a brow. "What the fuck is this, huh? You two even got pubes on your nuts? Lemmie guess. One of my girls is your older sister, huh?" The Ahroun gives a shake of his head as he slides his hands back out of his pockets, this time with a pair of brass knuckles fitted over each fist. Perhaps the young lanky boy grew another foot, or it could just be the shadows of the alley, but the fist that slams into the man's jaw rockets out in a supernatural blur as he is thrown against one of the wall. "I don't care if you're whoring these girls out." He rumbles as he stands above the man, followed by a hard kick into his ribs where one can hear a satisfying crack. "What I do care is you putting your dick beaters on them. You killed one already. She was in the hospital for weeks and you punched her in the throat so hard she was breathing through a tube. That ends tonight."

There's no attempt to stop the woman on Felix's part, of course, and once she's past, he advances on the man between them, eyes narrowed. Pugsly's remark gets that feral grin again, all teeth and malice; if there's humour in it, the joke is presumably on him. The Galliard's eyes flash when Justin's punch connects and the guy hits the wall, and he tosses in a good kick from the other side just for good measure once the pimp hits the ground. That last remark from Justin makes his eyes narrow even further, and he adjusts his position slightly; if he decided to kick again, the man's throat would be taking the impact now.

Grabbing the man by the back of his head, Justin yanks it back upwards so that his smoldering eyes stare back into his. "From here out, thirty percent of what you make on these streets is mine. You get it? I want it in a paperbag behind the left rear tire of that junker across the street. I want it by ten at night. Every Friday." Pugsly lets out a broken tooth mumble, and he is rewarded by another slam of a fist into the side of his face, then finds his head jerked up again. "You're my bitch now, little puppy. You got it?" The man's face by now is a bloody mess, and his breathing sounds like every one he takes is through a punctured balloon. He is going to be bruised on both sides thanks to Felix's foot. "If you move your business, I will find you, and we will do this again because I like it." Pushing him back against the wall, he gives his shoulders a rocking. "We got a business deal?" Spitting out a pair of teeth, the man mumbles out an affirmation before curling up into a crumple, holding his stomach.

Felix leans down over the crumpled man, and just for fun, gives him his most charming smile and a murmured "Good boy," too sweet to be anything but mocking. He straightens, and then quite suddenly draws his foot back again, pulling the kick JUST short of making impact. A step back, and he flexes his fingers again, leaving anything further entirely to Justin for the moment.

The man gives a visible flinch as Felix swings his foot, though he hardly looks relieved at the lack of impact. The smell of urine is in the air now as he has wet his sweats. Justin sputters out a soft laugh as he steps back into the shadows, then gives his packmate a jerk of his head as he starts for the mouth of the alley. "Nice doing business with you, see you next Friday." His hands slip back into his pockets, then draws the hood back over his head. "You want some Burger King?" He says non-chalantly now to Felix.

Felix smirks, and nods to Justin's jerk of the head, strolling after him and toward the alley's mouth. "Yeah, I could eat," he replies similarly, hands slipping into his own pockets as they go.

As they exit the mouth of the alley, Justin winks to the three ladies who are clinging to each other in fear, crying out for their 'Daddy' who is in a bloody heap in the alley. Poor, stupid, brain washed birds. "Glad I got that out of my system. I want onion rings."

"I still kinda wanna punch someone," Felix muses, but casually, not as though it's a desperate need at present. About on par with the food, really. "Onion rings sound good, though. And a milkshake, ain't had one in a while. They taste better while it's still summer."

<OOC> Justin is getting the one-eyed squint. How about Justin heads to BK and you can head back to Lilah. He'll bring dinner back at some point, that way you two can still RP without me?
<OOC> Felix: Sure, that works. :) Thanks!

When Felix returns, he'll find Lilah's still relatively where he left her, though she's colonized Justin's beanbag chair. She's leaned back, reading a well-worn book by a 'Neil Gaiman' called 'Stardust.' Actually, well-worn is a bit of an understatement; the binding is barely holding together, and a number of the pages are stained by some kind of spill.

Felix slips through the door, humming to himself and looking none the worse for wear. There's still plenty of that large-moon energy thrumming through him, but he seems cheerful. Alone, though; either he didn't catch Justin or the Ahroun's split off elsewhere for the time being. He smiles more when he sees Lilah reading there, and heads that way again.

Lilah: I don't suppose you know what he's humming? It's not important, I just like knowing, hahaha.
Felix: Not off the top of my--- no, I do. He's humming Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting.

Lilah crosses one leg over the other at the ankle, turning a page carefully. She glances up at the sound of the humming, and can't help but smile, if only faintly. That small smile rises, though, as he starts coming nearer to her, into a rather broad one. She closes her book after making note of the page number, and starts making motions as though she's going to stand up.

The broadening of her smile gets the same in return from Felix, and when she starts making as if to get up, he increases his pace to get there first -- breaking into a run, vaulting athletically over the couch, and dropping a knee to either side of her legs on the beanbag, hands beside her shoulders, to trap her there beneath him. "Don't stop enjoyin' your book on =my= account," he greets her innocently.

Lilah has very little time to do anything except blink-- and carefully protect her book. She grins, though, when she's all trapped, and casually shifts position. You know, to get more comfortable. Sure. "I won't," she replies cheerfully, just as innocent as him. Without another word, she clears her throat and reopens her book, making a show of paying attention to it instead of him.

Felix lifts a hand and -- quite gently -- puts it on the book, fingers spread out over the pages. It makes its slightly incongruous size more obvious for a moment or two. He presses downward to move the book out of his way, so he can lean in over it to kiss her.

Even when he puts his hand on the book, Lilah keeps on 'reading' the back of his hand, rather than the words. Still, the very edge of her lips curve upward; she's not all that great at hiding anything, let alone amusement. She lets him push the book downward, and returns his kiss, warmly.

Felix takes his time with the kissing, moving his hand from the book to the back of her neck, fingers in her hair. It ends rather suddenly, and he gives her a wicked grin as he pulls away and to his feet, turning to turn on the amp and reclaim the guitar from where she left it.

Lilah makes a soft noise into the kiss, particularly when his fingers slip into her hair. And then of course she makes a second soft noise, this time of protest, as he pulls away. She takes several deep breaths to regain her equilibrium, and then shakes her head at him. "Now that just ain't right," she complains.

"Felt right to me," Felix says as airily as he can manage, and settles onto the couch with the guitar. Casual-like. "Why, what were you thinkin'?" He can do innocent pretty well when he wants to, sometimes. Admittedly it's still not very effective in this particular kind of situation, especially not when you know him.

With a shrug, Lilah replies just as airily, "I was thinkin' it's high time I got back to my readin'." She arches a brow, and then returns her attention to her book. Although she's trying SO hard to hide her smile, it's not at all effective.

Felix doesn't even try to hide his grin this time. "Like I said, don't let me interrupt," he replies, and gives the guitar an experimental strum. Still in tune, good! He decides the volume the amp's currently at will do fine, and considers for a moment before starting to play. He could have picked something louder and harsher, especially since at the beginning he's more or less pretending not to be paying attention to her, but "I Need You Tonight" isn't the least obtrusive soundtrack to read to, either, especially just a few feet away.

"I won't," Lilah promises, and sniffs haughtily before carefully turning the page. It's difficult to tell if she's ACTUALLY reading, or just pretending to, but she most definitely looks amused. And then he starts playing. Her gaze doesn't leave the page at first, at least not until she recognizes the song. At that point, she immediately and carefully closes Stardust, and sets it aside. Without a word, she clambers over toward Felix on her hands and knees, looking mischievous.

The start of the clambering gets a definite hint of a grin around the singing, and his gaze shifts sidelong to her, and then direct, "So slide over here, and give me a moment; your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know..." He doesn't otherwise move, leaving any approaching to her. "I've got to let you know: you're one of my kind." It's harder not to let the grin escape when she's nearer, and impossible not to have at least a bit of his own mischievous amusement in his eyes when they meet hers.