The morning sun is slowly rising over the roofline in this part of St. Claire, casting a shadow over the much smaller library roof. Off to one side a nondescript lump lays, covered in a large canvas painters cloth. It appears to at least be human, given the gentle rise and fall accompanied by a loud bearlike snoring. Beer bottles are strewn all about and a half empty bottle of Kessler's whiskey, the classy plastic bottle kind, lays on top of the lump.

Nearly 8am, starting time for plenty of work shifts. Today that includes Lilah's, and with the sun only just rising and vampires still about, that means someone has to play escort. Felix is the logical someone, and since waking up tired werewolves early when the moon's large in the sky is the sort of thing wise kin try to avoid, he just didn't go to sleep. Almost certainly relatedly, when he wanders out onto the roof, smoking, he's got a beer bottle of his own, and probably not the first. He looks cheerful enough for the moment, though, if slightly surprised to see he isn't alone. He wanders over to check out the lump, first confirming it's not one that shouldn't be there, then picking up the half-full bottle and taking a sniff, and an experimental sip. Just, y'know. To see if it's properly labeled.

Heading up to the roof after waking up on the first floor is Justin. His shaggy hair is sticking up in a few odd places from sleeping in his bean bag. He is wearing a pair of yellow boxers and a half buttoned down oxford shirt of a green plaid and white color. Scratching his chest with his fingers, he squints his eyes at the sunlight, then gives a wave to Felix. "Hey." He calls over to him, then looks over to the lump.

Was it the opening and closing of the roof access door that woke Benny the Bear? The shuffling of feet across the rooftop? No, neither of these things seemed to give the snoring figure beneath the mount of paint stained canvas the slightest pause, but as the whiskey bottle is lifted from his chest, the Theurge wakes with a start, arms and legs shooting about beneath the canvas in all directions as if he were being attacked. "Whaddafuck?!" he yells out in a raspy voice and as the canvas is finally thrown off him, he looks around at the other Gnawers with ridiculously bloodshot eyes, his beard and hair a mess. "Fuck you guys," he says as he lifts dirty hands to paw at his eyes, "What did you wake me up so early for?"

"Fuck you too," Felix replies brightly enough that a non-English speaker might hazard a guess on 'good morning, sunshine!' He steals another drink from the bottle, a proper one this time, and hands it back, "Missin' the best parta the day. Or so I useta hear, anyhow. I dunno, still seems like bullshit to me. You wanna go back to sleep, go for it. I would. Warmer downstairs, though." Justin gets a grin and a chin-lift of acknowledgment for the greeting.

"Hey, what did I do? I wasn't poking you, you asshat." Justin says as he ambles to the edge of the roof to look out across 'his' city with a squint of the eyes in the morning light. "Yeah, it is warm downstairs, but almost too warm. We need to air the place out, it is starting to smell like armpit and butthole. I may steal us some febreeze later to try and lighten the mood."

Benny shakes his head and coughs loudly, hacking up something and spitting it out. "Oh hell no, I'm up now. No sense in trying to sleep! Plus it smells like piss down there." He hunts around under the canvas and pulls out a cigar, the end all smashed and bent. "Fuck, I rolled on it," he complains. Nonethess, he torches it off and takes a big drag and stands, walking toward the edge of the roof, stumbles really. Once there he pulls his pants down to his knees and pisses over the side toward the street, woe be to those who are walking below, the other two getting the full, hairy moon. "So I have an idea."

"Ain't what the one I stay in smells like," Felix smirks, and since Benny didn't take the bottle back, he has another good swig and sets it down on one of the plastic lawn tables. He sprawls out on the aluminum chaise longue, chasing the whiskey with the last swallow or so of his beer and then using the empty as an ashtray, since it's right there. "You wanna hit Wallyworld later, Justin? Reckon we could liberate enough febreze to get this place in Better Homes 'n' Gardens, no problem." Despite just sitting down, he's up again, bottles abandoned and cigarette in hand, heading to an edge of the roof to hop up on the ledge and prowl it, checking out the view. Just in case it's changed. He watches a lungful of smoke blow away, then glances toward Benny. "What kinda idea?"

"Man, I wish I had some duct tape right now. I'd rip that hair right off your ass. Riiiiiip." Justin cackles as he looks over to Benny's bare bottom sticking out as he pisses over the edge of the roof. "But sure, let's hit up Wally's later. I got about twelve hundred in cash on me by the way from Nick that I have tucked away. I am hoping not to blow the whole wad though in one go. Thinking we can use some of it to fix the place up here and there. We should take a list of what needs renovating. I can do most by hand I am sure but we may need parts that will cost us."

Benny finishes pissing and then pulls his pants back up without commenting about the duct tape. "So Freddy is needing a little convincing about joining in with us, so I say we have a little fun with him. I think we should all take turns playing pranks on him. Kind of like... coercing him with consequences. Plus I just like fucking with him." He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of crinkled up bills and separates out two twenties and passes them to Felix, the rest is shoved back in his pocket.

Felix snickers at Justin's if-only, but nods a bit more consideringly to the rest. "Hole," he notes, pointing downward, and with the faintest hint of apology in the tone, "I didn't figure out how the fuck people do walls yet. I mean, ways that don't suck. Twelve hundred's nice, that oughta handle a lot I'd think. But it ain't like we can't find more, if we got a little time..." He paces to the corner of the roof and grabs the iron spike on the cupola with one hand, leaning to swing his weight on it a bit. He looks faintly dubious at the beginning of Benny's idea, but a grin starts as the Theurge continues, and it spreads slowly and just a bit maliciously through the rest. "Well, now. I still ain't so certain he an' that stick of his are my idea of pleasant dinner companionship, but I can't say I don't like the other aspects of that plan of yours." He accepts the cash, though Benny gets a questioning glance in return.

"I don't think the best way to entice a Get of Fenris who is a half moon who comes from a Get sept is by pranking him. He is young and eager to please. It would be nice to have him on the team for tank purposes. He is practically another Ahroun. You saw how he threw down. The guy lives for battle." Justin says as he runs a hand through his hair to try and straighten it out. "If he was to join, it would because he sees the value in our purpose and what we do and it would not come back to embarrass him later." His jaw shifts thoughtfully as he snags a magazine off the ground and heads for the door. "Gonna drop a deuce, then dress. Should be good to go in an hour."

Benny shakes his head and says, "You think if he cant take a joke he will make it here? You have to admit that stick is pretty far up there. Someone has to yank it out."

"Fuck were the rest of us doin' there, playin' tiddly-winks?" Felix asks, arching a brow at Justin. "You seen us hangin' back?" He shakes his head, and leans out over the air-side of the ledge, holding onto the metal spike and ashing his cigarette into the wind. "Ain't no one never claimed I don't throw down. Not an' strolled away after, anyhow." He straightens back onto the ledge proper and stalks along it the way he originally came. The full moon's finally passed, but that only means now it's his again, and the manic energy thrumming through him when he's in a good mood isn't the only way the timing comes out. "Freddy's gonna be embarrassed no matter what, 'cause he thinks he's better'n us, thinks his old sept's better'n ours, like he's doin' us all a big favour showin' up. Fucked if we're gonna act like we think so too. He can shove that shit right on up with the stick. If he can't laugh at himself now an' then how's he gonna cope with Coyote, anyhow?" A nod to Benny, as the Theurge makes the same point. "I ain't even sayin' I'm set on prankin' him, but if he can't deal with bein' one of us, then maybe he ain't meant to be."

"You guys gotta realize, he is brain washed. That is what they do in those rigid Get Septs. From the moment they pop fuzzy, they are brain washed for battle, blood and glory. There is no gray space." Justin says as he rocks his shoulders back and forth. "He is a fresh off his passage rite type of guy it seems. Maybe a year under his belt as a Garou. He came from Germany. The heartland of what Fenrir life is like. Of course he has a stick up his ass and he thinks he is tough and shit. He has to act like that or you get killed over there for being seen as weak." He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I mean, I 'get' it. Right now only thing we can do is prove to him that we are awesome. I suspect most Fenris types do not join Coyote packs. No one wants to join coyote packs. Hell, I am shocked we got four of us as it is."

Benny shrugs and says, "Pranking is part of Coyote. If he can't take it now, he wont be able to take it on down the road. Even if we all kissed his ass from now until whenever." He takes a long drag on his cigar as he says, "Like Felix said, he does act like he is better than us, but hell, a lot of people act like they are better than me. I'm a Gnawer. But he acted like he was better than Coyote too, and disrespecting a spirit is not overly wise. And you know... it is my job to know such things." He just shrugs and finally says, "I just think he is fun to fuck with, and it might help him loosen up, either that or he would scram and that would be just as good if he cant come around to fitting us anyways."

Felix reaches the end of the ledge and stops, taking a last drag and pinching the butt out between his fingers before flicking it out over the street. "There's a lotta places you get killed if folks think you're weak. You look like prey, predators come knockin'. Welcome to the food chain. Most of us manage to know we're tough an' shit without havin' to pretend we're born better'n other folks." He turns to walk along the wall again, smirking slightly, "You shoulda seen his face when he realised you were runnin' things the other night an' he'd have to follow you, J. Looked like he sucked down a whole lemon." He shakes his head. "People act like they think they're better'n me a lot, but I don't hafta fuckin' LIKE it an' I'm not gonna go along with it 'less someone fuckin' earns it, an' he sure as hell hasn't. So one way or another I'm prolly gonna keep pokin' at him either way. An' yeah, there's only four of us, but there's four of us. We ain't desperate. Might be if he loosens up an' gets over himself he could be good with us. But we don't NEED him." He hops off the wall, and heads over to flop into one of the chairs. "Anyway, Coyote's awesome. Ain't his fault a lotta folks're up 'emselves."

"We're Gnawers, everyone and their mom is gonna look down at us and we just need to accept it. It is what it is. I can''t worry myself about what someone thinks about me. Regardless, he fought well at our side that night, and he took good direction, even from me. You could tell afterwards he was happy. He didn't complain at all. I think he was even enjoying himself with us. You can see it in his grin. Maybe what he needed was the chance to see us in action and to walk the walk." Justin gives a stretch of his body. "Everyone is gonna look down at us. We're Gnawers following Coyote. We knew what we were getting into when we accepted the deal. -We- may be in love with Coyote but we gotta not get butthurt about it when others think we suck. Personally, I am happy to prove others wrong, to change their minds." He gives a bit of a dance from left to right on his feet. "I see it as a worthy challenge that is worth the struggle and frustration. I don't take anything anyone says personal anymore. We'll make our mark one way or another."

Benny nods his head and says, "So we are pranking him then? Initation rites we could even call it." The Theurge grins and tosses a wink at Felix.

Justin gives Benny a smirk. "Did we prank you before you joined the pack?"

Felix glances skyward. "Yeah, I KNOW they are, though I don't see where havin' to just roll over an' accept anythin' anyone wants to throw at you's a just-need-to. If we weren't all so fuckin' cooperative about bein' kept in our supposed place this'd be a real different world, I tell you what. Shitload more poor folks'n rich ones, an' they can't do shit without us neither; if we actually did somethin' about it they'd be shakin' in their Gucci boots. Might be less so when we ain't talkin' human society, but everywhere I go what I see is us." He sighs, stretching out on the chair. "Anyhow, it ain't even people bein' like that generally, it's the idea of bein' pack with someone who don't respect us. He'd wanna be Alpha, too, an' I don't wanna follow him. If I wanna just run right into shit without makin' plans an' all, I'm plenty good at that myself. Ask anyone at my old Sept. What he was doin' when we didn't have orders yet, it was the same thing's me. ...well, 'cept for the dancin' part, but that don't count for the point I'm makin'. Though it was fuckin' fun." He grins over at Benny's suggestion of initiation rites. "Well, no, but see, Benny didn't have a stick that needed removed, see. Although.' He glances to the Theurge. "We got a tradition of havin' to go do a good prank when you join up. You go do one yet?"

Benny shrugs in reply to Justin and says, "Nope, but if you had I would have laughed and then got your asses back, I tell you that." He smiles and then chuckles, "Yeah, I heard about that tradition, been trying to decide what I want to do. If I want to target one person or a bunch."

"Either way, I am not too worried about Fred. Plenty of unpacked Garou we could target to join up with us in time, maybe. I hear that Watcher found a new Uktena cub. Who knows. Maybe we can snag that one." Justin snickers as he ambles out the door. "Taking a shit and shower. Give me a few minutes!" And out he goes.

Felix waves after Justin, and glances back to Benny, noticing the bottle he left on the table and reaching out to steal another drink from it. Since it's there and all. He grins at the Theurge again, then. "Wasn't as easy as I'da thought, decidin'," he says, "I mean, just comin' up with a prank, that's not so tough, but y'want a decent one for somethin' like this, y'know?"

Benny nods his head and says, "Yeah, there are a lot that could be done, but I'd want something big, you know?" He frowns in thought for a few moments and then shrugs lightly, "I'll figure something out."

"Don't get too overthink-y 'bout it or nothin', though. I mean, it ain't like any of ours were makin' history," Felix says, "...plus, anythin' =really= big, it'd be more fun with more people. ...or maybe it'd just be more fun for me, bein' part of more people. But y'know, either way!" He eyes the now more like three-quarters-empty bottle, putting it down for the moment, and muses, "I wonder what Freddy's like when he's shitfaced."

Benny shrugs his shoulders and says, "Probably a bigger asshole. But I guess that's alright as long as he's a Get and from Germany, because that's totally an excuse." He rolls his eyes and smirks and says, "Honestly I have no idea, but I think I will be smoking weed with an Uktena soon."

Felix snorts, and goes much, much to solemn and earnest as he nods back to Benny, eyes widened, "Oh, 'course. Reckon it's the law, over there." A smirk of his own, of course. "...maybe it'd be better to slip him some E. That sounds like a plan, though. Yours, I mean."

Heading back up the stairs, Justin is wearing a pair of loose cargo pants and the green and white plaid shirt still, halfway unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest. His hair is wet and messy after his cold shower and in need of a haircut.

Benny nods and says to Felix, "I have a stash and I think it'll be a good time. You're welcome to join in man." As Justin comes back up he gets a nod.

"Oh, I'm definitely in," Felix says, "Thanks." He glances over his shoulder at the sound of the door, and gives Justin that little lift of greeting. "You need a haircut, man," he informs the Ahroun, "Startin' to stop lookin' like you meant it to be that way. Want me to do somethin' about it later?"

"Uhh... you give haircuts? Sure. Usually I just take a switch blade to it and hack it off that way." Justin says as he rubs his nose with the back of his hand. "I was gonna ask Lilah seeing how she is a girl and I figure all girls can magically do haircuts."

Benny snorts and nods his head. "I'd invite you to join in with us when we get Watcher high, Justin, but the last time I offered to smoke up with you, you shot me down."

Felix shrugs. "Well, mine doesn't stop growin' at this length on its own," he says, "...though sometimes I get someone else involved with the back bits. Possible Lilah might do better on yours, I dunno, but someone oughta, anyway." He laughs at the not-exactly-invitation, and studies Justin again. "Did you? How come? Oughta at least try it."

Shrugging his shoulders, Justin says, "Gramps was a prison guard. He kinda raised me to be all boyscout like and shit. That and people act stupid when they're high. At least from what I saw at school. I dunno, I just like to be in control of my body and not have my mind all clouded." He pauses and lets out a sigh. "... but I am willing to try now that I am all supernatural I guess."

"Well, it ain't any worse'n drinkin', for that," Felix says reasonably, and looks pleased at the success of their Bad Influencing, even as Benny discovers he has to head out, and does so. The Galliard stretches, stifling a yawn.

Giving a wave to Benny, Justin looks amused. "When do you ever see me drink also?" He says with a laugh as he gives his arms a good shaking out. "Ready to go to Wally World? I grabbed about fifty bucks from my locker."

"You had some at the party," Felix points out, "...speakin' of, you ever call that girl?" He rolls up to his feet with a small hop, and glances around. "Yeah, reckon I'm good. Lemme stop in the room a sec on the way down, I'll be golden."

"That's right. I did drink at the party, huh? It was yuck. Beer sucks. I was taking tiny sips the entire time." Justin says as he gives a shake of his head. "No, I never called her. I should though when I borrow your phone. Maybe send her a text. I am sure she is probably gonna move on to a real guy. She is way too pretty anyways and I am underage. I don't want her to freak out later."

Felix arches a brow and looks Justin over as if looking for something. "...so when 'zactly did you stop bein' a real guy, then?" he teases, "And there ain't no such thing as too pretty. Some girls, nearly only assholes ever hit on 'em 'cause everyone else just figures someone that pretty's outta their league. But pretty girls need love too, y'know." The last sentence is earnest, eyes big and sincere, though it fades into a grin pretty quick. "Granted, bein' underage when she isn't is maybe tricky if you're plannin' on stickin' around," he says with a shrug, heading for the door to the stairs, "An' apparently alcohol's an acquired taste, I guess. Never had a problem with it, myself."

"Well, I am sixteen, she is probably twenty or something. I just would feel weird if she found out and then got squicked out. I am not good at lying to people. She was fun to make out with and.. other things. But, it is probably for the best I do not contact her again." Justin says as his shoulders rise upwards as he trots after him. "I just think beer smells bad. Like cat pee. Maybe I just need to drink something that isn't cheap."

"'s an important skill," Felix says, glancing over his shoulder, "Lyin' to people, I mean. Though so's makin' out an'... other things." Slight smile. "We got other shit, if you wanna try somethin'. I mean, we already drank most of the really good shit, but I reckon we got a few decent bottles left. Not beer, though." He ducks into the room when they reach the second floor and pokes in a bag a moment, pulling a couple empty plastic Walmart sacks from it and folding them to tuck into his pocket. "I'm pretty sure I fucked plenty of twenty-or-somethin'-year-olds when I was sixteen," he muses absently, "...and it was fun. But rumour has it I'm kind of an asshole sometimes." He thinks a moment. "Still ain't so sure that counts as one, though. They had fun too."

Justin smirks at him. "Yeah, well, my mom and grandma would be upset with me if I became an asshole. Who knows, maybe you will start rubbing off on me or something and I will find some asshole tendencies. Mom always told me that smiling increases face value and blah blah blah." He snags a few bags as well, wadding them up and tucking them into his back pocket, then pulls his shirt over it. "We gonna dumpster dive for receipts and look at getting store credit for some stuff?"

Felix grins. "Hey, I smile," he says, "...I smile a lot. I'm all for smilin'. Your mom's got a point." He heads back out of the room, "And I dunno, you might not have a choice. Like, from the point of view where y'don't know about that age thing an' all that, someone might consider not callin' a girl after all that kinda a dick move. So basically I reckon you can't win, there. Just gotta pick the losin' you prefer." He hums something under his breath briefly as he starts down the spiral stair, before answering, "Yeah, always worth a look."

"Fine, fine I will give her a call, but I am sure a sober Laura will think I am not worth the trouble once she gets to really know me." Justin says as he holds his hand out to him for the phone, fingers wiggling. As they head out to the street, he takes a deep breath of fresh air. "I love Wal Mart. Today is free sample day if I recall. Hopefully they got the bagel bites on display. I can wolf those down by the buttload."

Felix snorts. "That's right, man: confidence," he says, shaking his head, but there's about half a grin as well. He digs in his pocket and hands over the phone, a cheap pay-as-you-go thing, but it does the requisite jobs. He heads out and down the stairs, fairly cheerful again now.

Tapping away at the number, Justin sends out a couple of texts to Laura, frowning visibly as he almost seems uncomfortable to do so. The trip to Wal-Mart is pretty long and boring without excitement to be found. A large moon keeps the pedestrians at bay and no one gives them any trouble. The doors of Wal Mart swish open for the pair of Garou, and the old lady who greets them nearly has a heart attack as she edges away from the pair of rage filled monsters.

Felix gives the greeter lady a stunningly friendly smile that unfortunately does little to make her less unsettled at the moment, just slightly more confused about her reaction to the pair of them. But only slightly. Clearly teenage hoodlums! Other shoppers mostly manage not to be where the werewolves are as well, allowing them to stroll casually where they will unimpeded. One or two workers eye them suspiciously, but don't approach. Alas, there weren't any worthwhile receipts to be found today, so the returns clerks are spared their immediate presence this afternoon. Felix snags a handbasket and saunters in the general direction of their quarry by somewhat indirect way of the clothing department, where various things apparently need poking at, including some lingerie. Presumably not for himself. A couple things go in the basket. There are, alas, no return texts as yet. "So, what'd you say?"

"I don't know, just asked how she was doing and if she was still up for me to make her dinner." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders upwards. "Maybe she gave me a fake number. I wouldn't put it past her." He says as he puts a few things in the cart as well. Febreeze. New pack of cheap undies. Socks. "Hey, they got TV dinners here, right? 10 for 10 dollars or something? We should load up on those."

"Nah, I doubt it. She wouldn't've had to consider so hard if she was gonna do that," Felix decides, "If you don't get a reply, more likely you just took too long about it, I'd say. Decided it was too much rollercoaster. ...or else she's gonna make you wait 'cause revenge, never know." He grabs a couple bags of hallowe'en candy from a display, tossing them in with the other stuff. There's a fair amount of Febreze in there, along with some air fresheners, so at least the Main Objective is indeed well and truly covered. "Yeah, they got shitloads of 'em in the freezers. Good idea."

"Yeah, those are cheap eats. Too bad Wal Mart doesn't have reward cards or something." Justin pushes the cart down the aisle with a glance about, trying to decide on what to spend money on. "We should work on getting non-perishable food also perhaps. Stuff we can stick in a cabinet for long periods of time. Maybe pastas. They don't go bad too quick and easy to make with hot water. Maybe canned chili." As he reflects back on Laura, his shoulders shrug upwards. "Maybe, who knows. Maybe she met someone in her class she could click with better."

"I like my personal rewards card okay," Felix says, glancing into their cart to decide what not to spend money on, and nods to the other food thoughts. "...canned stuff's good, that shit lasts forever. Ramen, get a case or two of that, too. Jerky lasts pretty good but they always want stupid amounts for it, dunno why." It doesn't stop him tossing some in when they pass it. "...we useta eat a lot of granola bars an' pop tarts an' shit, also, but you get more things gettin' into those if you don't watch out. Judgin' from seein' y'all interactin' an' the fact she agreed to give you another chance, if she did meet someone she clicked with better I reckon they're married by now."

"Ha. You really think she and I clicked that well? She was drunk and let me finger her within fifteen minutes of meeting her. I'm sure it was not love at first sight." Justin says as he snags some large packs of ramen and lobs it into the cart. "I'd marry her though." He sighs out with a goofy grin on his face. "She was super hot and spoke Spanish. You don't find that these days often."

Felix laughs. "I dunno, man, you let her get you alone in the same amount of time, an' =you're= talkin' about bein' willin' to marry her," he points out. "...she was pretty hot, though. And spoke Spanish. Well, I assume. Sounded like Spanish to me an' y'all seemed to understand each other well enough." He gives Justin a teasing grin, and snags one of the smaller bags of jerky back out of the cart, opening it up and popping a piece in his mouth before offering one to the Ahroun.

Justin reaches over to take a piece out and pop it into his mouth. "Yeah, but it wouldn't work out with us. I'm a werewolf and she's a norm. I'd end up beating her on a full moon when she burned my dinner and she'd leave me." He grumbles out with a snort.

"...yeah, well, there's that," Felix allows. "There's kinda a lot of room in between never talkin' again an' actually gettin' married, though." He munches another piece of jerky, scanning the racks to either side of them for anything he can't currently live without. "Mm. I wanna hit another party. Prolly easier to find one tomorrow'n today, though, I guess."

Justin smirks at him. "Why do you wanna go to another party so bad? I don't see the purpose of them outside of people watching and standing about uncomfortably and getting angrier by the second." Grabbing a large bundle of toilet paper, he lobs it into the cart as well. You can't live without toilet paper.

Felix could always go steal a few bathrooms' worth from the mall again! He rolls his eyes at Justin's remark. "'cause I =like= parties. Prolly 'cause I don't stand around doin' my best impression of a floor lamp," he says, smirking back. "I like dancin'. I like music. I like gettin' fucked up. I like =people=, even if a lot of 'em are assholes. I like messin' around with chicks. I like talkin'. I like makin' people laugh. I like comin' up with stupid shit to do that's just fuckin' fun at the time. I like the uncomfortable people holdin' up the walls watchin' me, even, 'cause most've 'em're standin' there wishin' they could be me. Once in a while you even get a fight. It's like someone went, y'know what we need, we need to get as much shit that makes folks feel really alive shoved in the same place an' time as we possibly can. Get on that. They're just tryin' to work out how to wrap in swimmin', high places, drivin' real fast, an' straight-up battle to get that shit prit'near perfect. Maybe a couple other things I ain't thinkin' of just now." He chews another piece of jerky before thinking to share the bag again.

"I don't know, you make parties sound awesome when all I do is watch people get drunk and throw up on each other to loud music." Justin says as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "But, you're the Galliard. This is your thing after all. Being the center of attention. I guess it makes sense that you'd want that type of scene. I just get overly anxious and want to punch something in the face as hard as I can." He bumps his shoulder against his gently with a grin. "Which means you're my wingman in life for the babes."

Felix and Justin and a cart full of various Stuff are halfway down one of the more foodish aisles of the Wal-Mart, strolling, chatting, and in mostly Felix's case, eating beef jerky from a bag he probably didn't pay for yet, if he ever intends to. "I'm a fuckin' awesome wingman," he agrees solemnly to the Ahroun, before grinning again. "I make 'em sound awesome 'cause they =are= awesome. But yeah, you got a point. I mean, this ain't bad or nothin', but originally I was aimin' for rock star."

Giving him an amused look, Justin says, "You wanted to be a rock star? You got them moves like Jagger?" Laughing, he snags a few cans of spaghetti o's and pops them into the cart. "We actually paying for any of this stuff or just gonna stroll out the door?"

Isabella also finds herself at Wallymart this evening, pushing a cart round the corner of the aisle occupied by the two Garou. Her cart is pretty barren looking with a pack of econo-TP, some toiletries, a few loaves of bread and jars of peanut butter and jelly, and several large containers of water. Every single item is store brand or even more obscure. Like her shopping, the pale-haired girl's attire is equally low end. Legging-style jeans, a simple white shirt, and a blue and white plaid shirt that's got rolled sleeves and hangs open, and black boots. It's a threadbare outfit that's seen better days but she makes it look as good as she can, topping it with a sloppy pullback of her hair like she'd just got out of bed. There appears to be a bit of red paint on some ends.

"Shit yeah, you've seen me dance," Felix replies, still grinning, and leans on the cart while he checks for anything nearby they might've missed, "Damn good guitarist an' singer, too, you mighta noticed. Totally coulda done it." His glance around gets derailed by catching Isabella, and he notes slightly absently to Justin, "...PB'n'J, that's not a bad idea also," while giving the Ahroun a subtle prod in the foot with the toe of his boot and direction of attention in the girl's direction. A brief glance into their own cart, considering the items and their bags. "Reckon we could prolly manage it all," he decides, "'less you wanna play it safe an' do the bigger shit legit. ...I'm gonna grab us some peanut butter." Which just happens to be on the endcap right by Isabella, surely coincidentally, which makes it convenient to give her a roguish grin and a friendly, "Afternoon. Y'all happen to know, this brand pretty okay?" It's the same as the one in her cart, so one hopes she doesn't hate it. The Galliard is wearing exactly what his desc claims he is, as it happens.

Isabella glances up from an apparent reconsideration of the jar of spaghetti sauce she holds versus the price. "Whassat now?" She murmurs with a distinctly Southern drawl. "Oh! Peanut butter. Well, I figure long as peanut comes before oil in the ingredients then it'll probably taste the same. It's all a ton'a sugar anyway. That one ain't bad. Jiff's still the best, just don't go on sale often. Just none'a that crunchy sort. Blasphemy. Butter ain't supposed to be crunchy."

The prod to his foot causes Justin to glance over, then double take at the sight of Isabella. ".. woah." He breathes out as he runs a hand back through is scraggly hair, then watches Felix prance his way over to make introductions. Shifting his jaw, he glances off to the side and to the floor as he rocks the shopping cart back and forth in front of him.

Felix and Justin are in one of the more foodish aisles, along with a shopping cart full of tv dinners, canned foods, jerky, hallowe'en candy, febreze and air fresheners, toilet paper, a couple clothing-looking items, and probably some other things I've forgotten they tossed in there. Justin's manning the cart just now, as Felix has wandered down to the endcap where he can pick up some peanut butter. And maybe Isabella, if he's really lucky. Hey, a guy can hope. He blinks at her voice, his grin spreading a little, "Well, now, I take it you ain't exactly St. Claire born an' bred neither, huh? Always nice hearin' a bit of home." Not that it's quite the same bit, but it's a lot closer than Washington, for sure. "Felix T. Sinclair, at your service," he says, moving his empty hand in a gesture that calls to mind a sweeping bow without the rest of his body actually getting involved, "...pleasure makin' your acquaintance." A glance at the jar in his hand, and back to her, "So, you're a creamy partisan, huh? No crunchy types never?"

Springing around the other end of the aisle, Benny stands with his legs shoulder width apart, knees bent like an action hero. In his hands is a large multi dart nerf gun which he jacks the pump on, firing darts down the aisle at Justin, Felix, and by extension Isabella. "And I'm Benny Martinez, home girl!"

"Accent gave it away, huh?" Isabella asks rhetorically with a wide grin and a tip of her head at his introduction. "Pleasure's mine. Isabella Monroe, street performer and camper van enthusiast. Crunchy only belongs in cookies or a Devil's banana pudding, as my Auntie Patricia called it." The sudden appearance of Benny, Nerf Commando, and the flying darts is quick to draw her attention. With a yelp she lurches back out of the line of fire, her back smacking up against the racks and setting cans of spaghetti sauce rocking ominously.

Letting out a grunt, Justin gets pelted by nerf bullets, then lobs a roll of toilet paper back at him. "Dude, come on man. You gotta respect the sanctioned hallways of Wal-Mart. This isn't the streets." He says as he glances back over to the girl and Benny. "Uh, I'm .. Justin." He pauses, trying to think of something witty, then says, " ... nice to meet you. I like creamy also."

"'fraid so," Felix tells her, tone sympathetic for the bad news she's receiving, but with an impish half-smile that rather undercuts the effect. He looks about to reply to the rest of her comments when suddenly: Benny Attack! He turns at the sound of it, stepping between Isabella and the, uh, weaponry -- which works okay -- and trying to knock the darts away with the jar, which does not, particularly, although one does manage to stick itself right to the plastic. "Fuck, Benny!" he exclaims, and plucks the dart from the jar to throw it back at the Theurge. This is also not what one might call optimally effective, especially since he's laughing at the time. He turns back to Isabella, glancing at the cans behind her to make sure no avalance is imminent, and if it isn't, offering her a wholly unnecessary hand up. Well, back. Generally away from the thing. "Sorry about that," he says, "He thinks he's funny." A tiny pause, and the grin again, "He's right, but I still reckon that was a shock. You doin' okay there? No lingerin' palpitations or nothin'?"

Benny chuckles and says, "Damn right. Well, actually... I KNOW I'm funny." He walks down the aisle and blows on the barrels of his nerf gun and tosses Isabella a wink. "You thought so too, didn't you sweetheart?" He walks until he is joined with them and then stops, slinging the nerf gun around his shoulder on the strap.

Isabella takes the offered hand probably mostly out of reflex - someone sticks one out, you take it. That's human nature. Thankfully the stacker did his job well and there's no cleanup in aisle nine. "...thank ya." She murmurs and looks past Felix towards Benny. Her frown is so faint and fleeting it borders on professional, a simple momentary glimpse of displeasure before it vanishes. "Funny? Well, for some no doubt. I'm fine, really, just took me by surprise. One doesn't expect a sudden warzone in Walmart, though these days one can never be too sure." A glance is given to each of the menfolk in turn, "So, Felix, Benny, and Justin then. Seems ya'll know one another?"

"You should watch the news during black friday. There has definitely been some war here in Wal Mart. Bodies lining the floors. Chaos every where." Justin says as he gives a grin towards them. "Uh, yeah, we're all best friends. Kinda like brothers. Felix is the charmer, Benny is the joker and I speak Spanish." He leans over and picks up some of the plastic darts from the ground, holding them out to the Theurge. "You got an accent, where are you from if I can ask?"

Felix is not above taking advantage of the quirks of human nature here and there, and here is definitely there. He doesn't, however, keep the hand longer than would make sense if he were genuinely helping her up from something that required it. "Man, Justin, now you gave away our secret powers, what mystery're we gonna have left?" he asks the taller guy, shaking his head, and looks back to Isabella. "...and is there anythin' in particular we oughta be thankin' for the fact you're here now, aside from your camper van? What kinda performin' d'you do?"

Benny takes the moment to simply look around at the items on the shelves.

"Hey, that's one more language than me." Isabella says over towards Justin with a wide, bright grin. "Here and the now? Eh, nothin' fancy. I'm from Nowhere, Alabama. Got to the road soon as I could, go city to city as it suits and as stuff happens. I do all sorts of street art - both the typical pencil and paint, poetry, music. Jill of all Trades, guess ya'll could be sayin'. So when I heard someone I knew from my ol' town was here I figured on takin' a drive to say hi. I was in Seattle so not too far to go if the gas prices are right."

Wrinkling his nose at the sound of Seattle, Justin runs a hand back through his shaggy hair. "Spanish is not too hard to learn. Was my first language for awhile." He returns the wide grin to her as he trots a few steps closer, pushing the cart ahead of him. As she ticks off her list of skills, his eyes glance over towards Felix, slumping along the handle bars.

"He speaks Spanish real good," Felix says, pointing a finger in Justin's direction, "...at least, I'm pretty sure he does, 'cause it sounds real smooth an' I've seen people talkin' back. S'pose it =could= all be an elabourate hoax. But if it were, that'd be just about as impressive, I reckon." He gives his friend a grin, but the start of Isabella's answer about her arts gets his attention right back on her, and his eyes light up at the last of the list. "Flexible, then. Nice! ...what kinda music? I sing an' play guitar, when I'm buskin'." A breath, and he muses, "I've been through Alabama. Looks like maybe a shame I missed out on Nowhere."

As the kinfolk's phone rings and she excuses herself for a moment, Justin is left staring with wide eyes before he clears his throat and rubs at his elbow with his free hand. "..wow." He repeats again as he glances up to Felix with an amused grin.

Felix watches Isabella go until she's disappeared out of their aisle, then turns to look at Justin, lifting his brows. The 'wow' gets a grin back, and he wanders back over to the Ahroun, peanut butter in hand, and drops the jar lightly into the basket. "Definitely," he agrees quietly -- hey, never know how good someone's hearing might be -- "...damn. Nice."

"She is hands down the hottest girl I have ever seen in my life." Justin says with a soft laugh as he gives a shake of his head, then looks down into his cart. "Alright, so we got a lot of stuff. Anything else that is necessary for survival? Do we got toe nail clippers?"

"Pretty fuckin' high on the list," Felix says, glancing down toward where she disappeared, and then shakes his head, looking back to Justin at the question. "...yeah, we got a lot of stuff. =I= got nail clippers, dunno about you. Prolly wouldn't hurt to have some communal-type ones. Scissors, too. What else?"

"Uhh... razors? Obviously by Benny's ass some of us could use one." Justin cackles as he gives the cart a push again, glancing over to Bella's cart for a moment to take a scan of what she may have in there. "It was like a rain forest back there."

Felix snickers. "Gonna be honest, pretty sure we could rebuild the Library entirely out of razors an' it wouldn't end up havin' an effect on Benny's ass unless one of us held him down or something. And =I= ain't volunteerin', dunno about you. Anyway if it was up to me that ain't where I'd start anyhow. That said... yeah, razors. Soap, maybe, too."

Isabella doesn't spend long on the phone that called her away. Given it looks like a cheap paygo model she likely doesn't have minutes to spare. She flips it closed and drops it back in her purse before looking back towards the two, "Sorry about that... daily Mom checkin. If I don't answer within three rings she starts calling the extended family to come find me. Razors? Oh, sorry, eavesdropped on that bit. Look for Bump Fighters if you like the quick and toss sort. Suspiciously cheap but work great."

Laughing, Justin says, "Bella, if you saw Benny's ass you will need a lawnmower instead. He is half-werewolf." See, the joke works here! "Should see it during a full moon." He runs a and back through his tangled hair, trying to straighten it out. Giving a lick of his lips, he asks, "How long are you in Saint Claire for? You going to make this a home?"

Felix laughs also. "I dunno, man, maybe we oughta go check out the weed-whackers," he suggests to Justin, shaking his head, and then flashes Isabella a grin again. "Welcome back. Can't blame your mom, we were just startin' to consider callin' in the FBI ourselves," he teases. "And thanks for the recommendation. You left before you could tell me what kinda music you do, by the way, an' I'm still hopin' to find out." A sidelong glance to Justin and his tangles, and he suggests sotto voce to his friend, "Combs."

"Bit off season for lawncare, ain't it?" Isabella says with a laugh as she leans on the handle of her cart. "I'd say Nair but I don't think even the extra strength would work on a werewolf." Questions as to her stay and skills is given a wave of her hand. "No clue how long I'll stick in town, all depends on if I get a good payout in this town. Mostly I'm just here to touch base. I don't tend to stick anywhere for too long but I don't set time limits. My home goes where I need. As for music, I prefer the folksy sort. I tend to do fresher versions of a lot of the old time classics, the sort I heard my grandma's singing or the ladies hanging up their laundry."

"I like Journey!" Justin blurts out quickly before he grasps the handle of the shopping cart. "Err... I mean.. I like 80's rock the best. It's the best." He says as he stops working that hand through his hair at the announcement of combs. "Well, um.. I hope you stick around longer. I'd like to hear you sing one day."

<OOC> Felix asides -- not an announcement! Specifically very quiet.

Felix and Justin are by a cart in the same aisle as Isabella and hers. Somewhere in Wal-Mart, Benny is off doing something on his lonesome. Be afraid. Meanwhile, the Galliard leans against the shared cart, and gives Isabella another grin. "Well, some lawns might need a bit of help to die back for the winter like they oughta," he says, "...so do you just sing 'em, or do you play instruments too?" Justin's exclamation gets another sidelong glance. "Well, I reckon by now maybe those count as old time classics. You might hafta do some arrangin' to get 'em bein' sung by ladies hangin' out laundry enough, though," he muses to the taller guy, "Still, seems doable. Or, y'know, maybe if you ask her real nice..."

<OOC> Isabella says "He's reloading the Nerf gun."
<OOC> Felix snirks. He probably is, if he saw Frederick was around.

"You can never go wrong with the 80's! There'll never be another one." Isabella says with a wistful sigh. "Sounds like it would have been so much fun to grow up then. I'm not the best at instruments, mind you, but I give it a fair shot. Good old guitar. I mostly stick to singing and just use that as a bit of background if I need. I generally stick with the art that comes from pencils and paintbrushes and leave the music for my own free time."

"Yeah.. I wish I grew up in the 80's also. I'm going as Bender from Breakfast Club for Halloween." Justin admits as he looks down into the shopping cart and picks at a few things. "Maaaaybe.. after we ... uh.. pay for half of this stuff and steal the other half, maybe we can all hang out and we can listen to you sing?"

"There, y'see?" Felix says to Justin, "...I dunno about =never= goin' wrong with the '80s, though. Like, 'Agadoo'? If either of y'all try an' claim we're talkin' masterpiece there I'm gonna look atcha real dubious. REAL dubious." He looks rather pleased by the mention of guitar as well as singing. "We oughta play sometime, then. I don't know a lotta musicians 'round here yet," he says, though Justin's suggestion gets a nod as well.

"I'd love some feedback from someone who knows their way around a guitar more than me." Isabella says with a smile to Felix. She looks back to Justin then and gives a nod of her head, "Just watch that greeter I saw. He may be old but he looks like he has a sharp eye. Ya know, if you planned to make a dash for it. Then you'll have to find a new place to shop probably. But yeah, I'd be game, long as no one plans to... ya know, jump me or anything. I have bear mace. Not, uh, that the South had much in the way of bears."

"I can out run grandpa at the front door." Justin says with a firm nod of his head. "I played football." At the mention of jumping her, he laughs. "No, no.. I promise we won't jump you. We'll keep Benny back and makes sure that he behaves." He snags a jar of jelly, because you can't have one without the other.

Felix gives Isabella one of his more roguish grins, teasing, "Don't worry, we don't jump no-one who don't wanna be jumped." He and Justin and their basket of soon to be mostly ill-gotten gains are in an aisle along with Isabella and her basket of presumably to be well-gotten gains, chatting. "I do recollect hearin' rumours there was =some= bears various places, but I reckon they ain't that inclined to jump you. Still, better to be prepared, right?" He nods to Justin, adding, "If we gotta run we already fucked it up, though. We prolly oughta grab those other things. And bread." He digs in his pocket, coming up with a phone in much the same cheap and pay-as-you-go style as Isabella's, pokes it a couple times, and offers it over to her; it's on the 'enter a contact' screen. "Reckon we oughta get your number before we go, though. Just in case it turns out he's even sharper'n you think."

One aisle over, there's a brief sound of someone bumping against the shelves, and something falls to the ground with a plastic clatter. Thankfully, there's no sound of anything actually breaking. There's a loud sigh, then a, "Dagnabbit." Those who know Lilah might or might recognize the voice, and definitely will when she turns the corner, peeking around in surprise. "Justin? Felix?" She gives a short laugh, and shakes her head. "Fancy meetin'--" But she breaks off at seeing Isabella. "...the hell?" she says, also in surprise.

"So to punish you for stealing goods, does this mean I need to start running with this?" Isabella says as she takes the offered phone, giving it a wiggle before she begins to type in her info. Once done, she pulls out her phone with the other hand and goes about hijacking Felix's info, typing it in T9 style. Old school. "...fair's fair." She murmurs and then hands it back over once she's done. "However, know I do not have enough money to bail you out or will claim I met eit-- Hey stranger!" She beams, giving a waggle-fingered wave towards Lilah. "So my info was right, you are lurking around in this city. I was just in Seattle, figured I'd swing by."

Justin blinks his eyes slowly as Lilah makes her grand entrance, followed by Bella's reaction to seeing her. "Wha--- wait, you two know each other?" He asks as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Fishing out the money he has in his pocket, he starts to give it a quick counting, though he watches the two blondes subtly.

Felix shows absolutely no indication of being less than happy for Isabella to have his phone number. Shocking, I'm sure. "Hey, ain't like we're stealin' =your= goods," he says easily enough at her proposed punishment, though the hijacking of his info gets an amused agreement, "Fair's fair." He's just taking the phone back when there's that crash and comment nearby, and he's just glanced that way when suddenly, Lilah! "Hey!" he greets her, startled but pleased. He opens his mouth immediately at her 'the hell?', but whatever he might've said gets bitten right off when Isabella greets Lilah that way. "Wait, you came to see =her=?" he asks the taller kin, and glances from one of them to the other, "...well. Like they say, small world."

Long distance to Lilah: Felix is indeed pleased to see Lilah, as he just about always is! But there's maybe a tiny flash of something else also, just briefly.

Lilah's got one of those red shopping baskets on her arm, though there really isn't much in it. Bread. Easy Cheese. Cheap crackers. Maybe a candy bar. "Hey," she greets Felix with a small smile, and then turns the bulk of her attention on Bella. "It's good to see ya. Ya didn't hafta come all this way, though. How the heck've you been?" She explains for Felix and Justin's benefit, "She's from Fairhope," like that wasn't already obvious. She steps a little closer to all of them, hefting her near-empty basket up to her chest and adding, "Small world, definitely."

"Small world maybe, but this store is damn huge. How the hell are you supposed to actually FIND anything in here?" a (to Justin and Felix, at least) familiar voice grumbles as Frederick comes around a corner of an aisle. "It's like they go outta there way to make sure you can't find shit in here. Oh. And hello."

"Hey, I got a van and nowhere to go, why not visit?" Isabella says with a chuckle to Lilah. She has a cart of her own, mostly bread and peanut butter and jelly and some generic cheap toiletries and TP. "Things have been good though. Feels good to wander aimlessly and get out of that backwater. Haven't exactly struck gold but that was never the goal. So, you know these charmers, 'eh?" She asks of Lilah before the arrival of Frederick draws her attention. "It's all in the plan to make you stay longer to get more stuff."

"Yeah, Lilah is Felix's wife." Justin says with a wide grin to Isabella. "But, uh.. I'm not married." He insists with a quick nod of his head as he gives her a quick once over with his dark eyes, then looks over in surprise at the sight of Frederick. "Freddy! Hey bro. Uh.. come on over... whatcha looking for? I got this place memorized."

"Shit, this place is like Grand Central Station," Felix says when Frederick, too, shows up, "Hey, Freddy." He pulls his phone from his pocket to glance at it, noting to Justin, "By the way, she didn't text you back yet," while he puts the phone away again and wanders over to check what Lilah's got in her basket, and take the handles from her.

Frederick looks over to Justin as he hears his voice, directing his steps over to him. He offers him a small smile before taking a look around at the other people assembled. "Memorized? You spend more time in here than you absolutely have to?" He looks around with a mix of disgusted and annoyed. "All I wanted is some friggin' laces and a new can of polish for my boots. You'd think I wanted to shop for a Faberge egg or something." He thumbs over his shoulder. "But I could get like a hundred different kinds of flavors on jerky."

Isabella throws up her hands in mock disgust, apparent by the amused grin on her face. "Geez, Li', this is as bad as Fairhope. Everyone knows or is married to one another. Except him." She points at Justin and then adds to Felix and Lilah, though speaking more specifically to the latter. "But congratulations! We swapped numbers for purely musical endeavors. Promise! Clearly this is a close knit town though."

Lilah nods her head slowly to Isabella, and says, "It can be, yeah." She smiles briefly, and then lets Felix have the basket if he wishes. "Howdy," she greets Frederick, not knowing him, and admits, "I ain't sure where they keep that stuff, neither. It's all pretty... confusin'. We don't have a 'mart this big back 'n Fairhope."

"Yes, I am most definitely not married and uh ... am available to get coffee with you." Justin says smoothly in a not so smooth manner as he leans against the cart and it starts to roll a few inches forward, causing him to stumble. "Laces and other shoe stuff is over there." He points at a sign that says apparel hanging from the ceiling.

Felix does indeed take Lilah's basket, setting it in the cart he's sharing with Justin, and smirks at the Ahroun's shampoo-quality suave, shaking his head. "Yeah, we got about twelve of 'em in there already," he tells Frederick, gesturing to the several types of jerky that seem to be among their other gathered Things, and then steps back over to Lilah, sliding his arm around her shoulders. "Lilah, that over there's Freddy. Freddy, this's Lilah. Now I reckon we all know each other, right?"

Frederick eyes the Jerky in the cart, his expression not really one of approval. "You actually eat that junk? Gross, dude." He shakes his head but offers a small nod to Lilah as she is being introduced to him. "Pleased to meet you", he offers as he watches her for a moment before looking around again, eyes eventually returning to Felix. "Say, is there anything in here that is actually, ya know, useful?"

Nodding, Lilah says to Frederick, "Pleased ta meetcha, too." She pauses as she hears the rest of what he has to say, and looks around for a moment before offering, "Easy Cheese." She holds up a can of the stuff. "Ain't nobody normal don't like easy cheese." She smiles faintly, and then peers over into the cart at the jerky. "Ooooh. Y'all got the mesquite kind!"

"We got toilet paper. That's useful. Oh, we should snag some deodorant also." Justin says with an amused grin to Frederick. "I didn't take you for the Wally World type. Was sure we'd find you at an Army Surplus or something." Giving a long stretch of his arms up and over his head, he lifts up on his toes with a yawn.

"You don't?" Felix replies to Frederick, "What, was it included in your sacred vow never to enjoy yourself or somethin'?" He snorts lightly at the question of useful things, answering, "What, for you? Reckon they got Preparation H over in the pharmacy." Lilah's answer makes him laugh and squeeze her, and there's the faintest hint of malice in the grin he turns on Justin, "Oh, right, we need s'more of that, don't we? Nearly forgot. Better add it to the list."

<OOC> Justin says "I need to crawl into bed. Bella too I think. We're wiped :("
<OOC> Justin says "We can say Justin is showing Bella around Wal Mart, being tour guide or something. XD That way you guys can continue."
<OOC> Felix figured maybe they both went to buy what they're buying. :)
<OOC> Lilah says "Could be! Lilah will of course tell Bella they should catch up later."
<OOC> Isabella puts the kid down and nods. "Bella goes to pay for her stuff, promises to meet up later, and Justin follows to pick up some supplies on the way.

Frederick frowns slightly at Justin's comment, shrugging "'t least there I'd get my laces and the polish", and flashes a sweet smile at Felix as he shakes his head. "Charmin'. As always. Thinkin' with your most valuable body part again, I see?" He shoves his hands into his pockets and his expression returns to the usual nondescript one. "But seriously. I hate shopping. And the bigger the store, the more I hate it."

Lilah puts a hand over her mouth, a snort escaping from her nose at hearing Felix's response. She squeezes him right back, and then brushes a hand through his hair. "Yep," she agrees with Frederick. "His brain's the most valuable bit, b'far. The other parts ain't bad, though. I reckon if zombies attacked, they'd go straight f'him." She nods firmly, and gives a sweet smile, herself.

"Ain't never got complaints over none of my body parts," Felix smirks at Frederick, and looks a bit charmed himself by Lilah's response. He kisses her just by the ear, and looks to the Get again, one brow twitching upward. "...ain't real insecure about my charm, neither, when it comes down to it." He gestures vaguely with his free hand, "Anyway, that's all the more reason to learn where shit is, get you in an' out faster. In the meantime, ain't like they don't have big-ass signs labelling all the aisles. Narrows it down a treat."

Frederick smirks at Lilah's remark. "And then they knock on his head and move on, I guess." he looks between Felix and her. "So the two of you are, like, together, I take it?" Yes, he's the observant one. Maybe that's why he could have missed the signs.

Surprisingly, Lilah agrees with Frederick: "Prob'ly." But then she adds, "...he's smart 'nuff not to answer when they knock." She nods to Frederick's question, but doesn't elaborate. Apparently, that's left to Felix.

"They knock on my head an' I take theirs off," Felix corrects, "Gotta keep 'em off HER delicious brain somehow. An' yeah. She's mine." The 'she' in question gets an affectionate little smile, "Didn't know you needed stuff from here too, doll. We woulda picked it up for you if you said." Not that even they knew they were coming here more than a few minutes before they actually did it, but hey, it's the thought that counts. Possibly.

Frederick nods with a little smile. "Well, that's ... nice", he says, with little ceremony or emotion. He shrugs and thumbs over his shoulder. "Anyway, I'll return to my quest for my shoe stuff."

"Need's a strong word, but you know I get all antsy if I ain't got my Easy Cheese." Or more accurately, she hates not having the easy fix of Easy Cheese and crackers. It's a staple food for her! Lilah leans over into Felix's space just a little, and then looks toward Frederick. "Good luck," she says simply.

"Yeah, quest well. Let us know if you find the princess," Felix replies, and seems more than happy to turn his attention from Freddy to Lilah, letting go of her so that he can slide both arms around her waist instead and tug her in closer, to face him. "...so hi there, beautiful. Work an' all go okay?"

Lilah is easily tugged in, and gives him a little smile. "Yeah... I don't like them early shifts too much, but it was a'right. I got this weird mix o' leftover energy an' wantin' to fall over tired." She fluffs her hair a bit, and asks, "How was yer day?"

"Pretty good," Felix decides, and gives her one of those grins, "Better now." There's no official rule against kissing in Wal-Mart, right? To be fair, if there were it probably wouldn't stop him anyway. "...I'm kinda tired too, come to think of it. You wanna grab the last few things an' head home?"

Lilah bites at her lower lip, and then nods her head. "What all's left t'get? I was just grabbin' a few odds 'n ends. But I ain't in no hurry." She reaches down to find his hand, squeezing it lightly.

Felix breathes a puff of a laugh out his nose and answers dryly, "Based on talkin' with Justin over here, 'bout half the hygiene section. Nail clippers, scissors, deodorant, razors, that fucker needs him a comb. And a haircut, but we ain't findin' one of those on the shelf. Oh, an' bread. Reckon we're done enough, then." He pulls away a bit reluctantly, letting her take his hand.

Lilah doesn't even ASK about Justin and his hygiene needs, though she does suggest, "He need shampoo 'r anythin' like that?" It seems to be a helpful suggestion based on what she's heard, not a put-down of some kind. She glances down at their shared hands, and runs her thumb over the back of his hand.

Felix considers. "Conditioner, maybe," he decides, "Ain't like he don't shower or nothin', just lets his hair go all tangled an' shit. Now, Benny, reckon HE could use some shampoo. An' the shower in general." He sounds more amused than bothered, despite being pretty obsessively clean for essentially a homeless kid himself. Everything on that shopping list's already in their room, too, so presumably he just isn't inclined to share it. "Oh, that reminds me, soap." He tugs her in for another quick kiss and lets go of her hand; that cart isn't going anything LIKE straight without at least two hands pushing it.

After returning his kiss, Lilah follows along after Felix like some kind of duckling, albeit one that's commenting, "What all'd y'all do today?"

"Well," Felix says, thinking it over, "let's see. Dropped you off, went back, figured I'd have a smoke on the roof, stole Benny's whiskey, accidentally woke him up..." He grins. "Me an' him an' Justin hung out up there an' had a talk a while. 'ventually he went off to do some shit an' J an' I headed here to pick up Febreze an' air fresheners, 'cause you mighta noticed the Library's gettin' a mite close in spots. Obviously, few other things while we're here. Then we ran into your friend there, an' Benny showed up an' shot us up with Nerf darts, he wandered off, an' I guess you pretty much got it from more or less then. Oh, an' I talked Justin into textin' the chick he met at a party a little back, but she didn't answer yet." Shrug. "bout you? I mean, obviously work, but."

Lilah smiles at parts of the answer, nodding her head. "Y'all need help cleanin' or anythin' in the Library, you let me know. I might spruce it up anyway, asked 'r not. I just don't wanna get 'n anybody's space none, 'r take over 'r nothin'." She smiles a little higher as she asks, "What'd he text 'r?" She then answers, "Work, mostly. Had a real nice family there, an' they left a pretty good tip. Helped make up f'r this group o' business-lookin' jerks had a seventy dollar bill, no tip. Real demandin', too, like ya'd expect outta them." A shrug. "Nearly fell asleep on m'lunch break. Came home, changed, showered-- opposite order, on those two... an' had m'self some dinner. But I ran outta Easy Cheese, an' you know the rest."

Felix snorts, shaking his head. "Yeah, figures. Lotta assholes like that, thinkin' they're old-time royalty an' the peasants =better= scurry. Glad you got the family too, 'least. I kinda don't reckon anyone's gonna get too uptight if you decide you wanna clean things, just, y'know. Don't feel like you gotta, or nothin'. You ain't our maid." Not that he's shown any inclination to do more than keep things tidy himself. "...dinner, though. Knew I forgot somethin'. Had some jerky a li'l bit ago, that oughta hold me." Shrug. He snags the things he needs off their shelves, and then heads back into the depths of the store, toward a specific spot.

"Yeah, 'xactly like that," Lilah says with a nod. "All, sendin' me off to get 'em one thing, I get back an' they add some'm else. I figured at least they was gonna leave a nice tip, but I guess ya cain't never tell." She shrugs, not too up in arms about it, and then hesitates at something said about cleaning, tilting her head. "I gotta make m'self useful. If y'all won't take my money, an' it ain't like I can fight 'r nothin', seems like maid fits me okay." Another shrug. She reaches up to rub at one of her shoulders, and then asks, "You sure jerky's gonna holdja?" Still, she doesn't argue the point, and follows after him as he heads further into the store.

"I can usually tell," Felix says, a touch darkly, "They ain't apologetic sendin' you back again, they ain't gonna tip more'n they have to, if even that. 'least that's how it's always looked to me." He grins suddenly, though it's a bit closer to baring his teeth than it really ought to be, "You happen to get info on folks like that, names, addresses, that kinda shit, I'd be interested t' know." He pauses in his walking, releasing the cart and turning to pull Lilah in again for another kiss. "Seems to me you bein' you's useful enough. Maybe helpin' keep me from blowin' up the Earth or somethin' on the side. I reckon we could find use for somea your money if you want, an' I doubt there's anyone gonna complain if you help keep the place presentable an' shit, but you don't =gotta= do shit. You're one of us, you belong as much as anyone."

Lilah had just paused walking around the same time as he does, and that kiss is allowed to linger pretty much as long as he'd like. When it breaks, she looks at him for a long moment, listening as he talks. And when he's done, her only answer is to kiss him. Pretty damn passionately. Let's hope there's NOT a 'no kissing in Wal-mart' rule!

Felix continues to flout any such rule quite thoroughly, one arm wrapping around her waist to pull her in closer, the other hand moving up so his fingers curl against the side of her neck, thumb brushing across her cheek. The look in his eyes when that kiss breaks is fairly clearly considering what else there might or might not be rules against in Wal-Mart and how to get around the ones there probably are, for a moment, and she can probably just about see the internal sigh as he remembers he's actually supposed to be doing something, here. "...and no," he says quietly, "I ain't sure on the jerky. But I reckon we can hit McDonalds on the way home if I start dyin' to death."

Lilah lets out a slow breath when that kiss breaks, closing her eyes for a few moments. She reopens them with a smile, and reaches out to brush a hand down his arm. "McD's sounds okay, I reckon, if ya need somethin'." She licks her lips, and then says softly, "We should... y'know. Get paid 'n stuff." Once she's cleared her throat, she runs a hand through her hair, seeming embarrassed.

Felix watches her, the closed eyes and the lip licking, and the throat clearing afterward. He reaches out and takes a turn to run a hand through her hair as well, giving her a small smile. "'s wrong, beautiful?"

Lilah returns his smile, brighter than earlier-- but still, she seems almost startled at his question. She's quiet for a very brief moment, and then answers, "Nothin's wrong now. I... like the way ya kiss me. An' I liked what you said. It-- I liked it, that's all." Another smile, and she reaches for his hand, trying to hold it in hers for a time.

"You sure?" Felix asks while she takes his hand, though he doesn't look particularly dubious, and there isn't a whole lot of pause before he adds, "I like the way you kiss me, too. An' I like kissin' you. So I reckon that all works out pretty good." And since he's thinking about it, he leans in to claim another kiss, as well.

"Sure I'm sure," Lilah says with a nod, though she does hesitate before adding, "Sometimes m'brain just gets riled up over nothin', an' it takes kissin' an' kind words to soothe that savage beast." She smirks just a bit, and then she returns his kiss, a little softer than before but no less heartfelt.

Felix touches the tip of his nose to hers when the kiss ends, and smiles. "Well, you let me know if you start feelin' it gettin' riled up, 'cause I reckon I can always find some kisses an' words for my best girl if she needs 'em. Or even if she don't." He steps back a bit reluctantly in preparation for reclaiming the cart.

Lilah returns his smile, and hugs him close to her for a minute, not quite tightly, but certainly firmly. She blushes at his promise to find kisses and words for her, then nods her head. "Yeah. I'll try," she says, and steps back so he can guide the cart. She chews at her bottom lip, smiling, and leans over into his space for a moment. "I like you, Mr. Sinclair," she teases, and then tucks her hands into her pockets.

"Kinda fond of you myself, Mrs. Sinclair," Felix replies, giving her a boyish grin, and starts the cart on to its original destination, a particular spot where the cart and whats in it are blocked from the cameras. The bags come out of his pocket, then, and items get packed into them, quick and practiced; it doesn't take more than a couple minutes before everything's ready to be carried directly out. He leaves the empty cart in a nearby aisle on the way.

"Only kinda?" Lilah teases, before moving on with him to that spot. She grins lopsidedly at him, particularly as she sees what he's doing, and then offers him her hand. "Impressive," she says simply.

"Yeah, y'know. Kinda," Felix teases back, and takes her hand, intertwining their fingers and letting their arms swing idly. The compliment just gets an impish smile, and he strolls toward the garden center exit at a completely normal pace. "So, I'm thinkin', we pick up somethin' to eat at the McDonald's near home, go home, put everythin' away, eat, an' maybe take a nap a while. Yeah?" he suggests, while they pass by the registers there, "Then we oughta have time to find somethin' interestin' to do tonight." He's chatting to her as they pass the guy standing by the door, and gives him a friendly but distracted grin as they go. "Unless you gotta work early again tomorrow?"

"How kinda?" Lilah playfully demands to know, and looks down at their swinging arms with a smile. "That all sounds real good, an' no... I'm actually off tomorrow, so it all sounds perfect." She leans over to kiss his shoulder right about then, and then continues out with him.

Felix looks pleased at the kiss, and squeezes Lilah's hand. "Hmm, how kinda... oh, I dunno. Kinda kinda. A pretty good kinda, I guess I'd say. What kinda kinda you got in mind for it to be?" He gets to the Caddy and sets the various bags in the backseat, glancing back at the store a moment consideringly, then shrugging and opening the door for Lilah with a flamboyant ushering inside.

With a grin, Lilah says not-at-all-casually, "Oh, y'know. Super kinda. Majorly kinda. Off the charts kinda." She waves a hand vaguely, and then leans up against the Caddy as he puts the bags where they go. His glance back gets a tilt of her head, and though she does step inside the vehicle and settle into her seat, she asks, "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

"How Justin's gonna get home," Felix says, closing the door behind her and sounding remarkably cheerful and unconcerned considering the fact that it actually crossed his mind. He goes around the front to settle into the driver's seat, but doesn't start her up immediately, instead leaning over to kiss Lilah again. It's not =quite= startin' something, but it definitely lingers. "...massively kinda," he murmurs, afterward, "Kinda more'n anyone."

Lilah nods to the bit about Justin, but since Felix doesn't seem concerned, neither does she. When they kiss, she runs her fingertips down his cheeks, and when it breaks, she's breathing just a little bit heavier. His murmurs get a slow smile, and she tugs him in for another kiss, slower this time, and briefer. Her cheeks have grown reddened again, and when *that* kiss breaks, she murmurs in reply, "I kinda like you more'n anyone, too."

Felix smiles, watching her a moment and toying with one of her curls, before releasing it and starting the engine up to get them home. There is, as planned, a stop at the drive through, and then back to the Library with their variously gotten gains.

Lilah meets his gaze warmly, watching him with a ridiculously fond expression. She leans back in her seat as he pulls away, smiling to herself and seeming pretty happy with her lot in life. She's fairly quiet at the drive through, and doesn't request anything to eat. However, she does end up asking for some iced tea, and enough sugar 'to bury a horse.' As they reach the Library, she's still smiling here and there, and offers to help carry things upstairs.

"Wonder why they ain't got proper sweet tea anywhere 'round here?" Felix says while they're preparing Lilah's drink, which ends up arriving with two good handfuls of sugar packets as well as having had as much added to it as the worker felt confident wasn't overdoing it. Lilah will probably have to add a number of the packets. "We oughta get a pitcher or cooler or somethin' an' make some, can't be that hard, right?" Drinks aside -- and he seems content enough with his Coke and milkshake -- he seems fairly happy himself. The stuff they got ends up various places -- a lot in the kitchen, some in the bathrooms, and only a little bit actually ends up in their room. The McDonald's, of course, some of the jerky, a box of pop tarts, a bag of hallowe'en candy, and a pink-and-black satin bra and panty set. The last of these is presumably not for him.

"I reckon it's a Yank thing. They figure life's sweet enough without all that extra-- which is a damn lie-- but I cain't blame 'em. Life can be pretty sweet 'round here. S'more to do, too." She puts one last packet in, tastes it, and nods her approval before offering it over to Felix. It's as though she needs the approval of a fellow Southerner or something. Whether he tastes it or not, he's going to get himself a brief kiss, and then she helps put things away. She seems surprised by the bra and panties, hesitating for a moment, and then holds them up against her body, tilting her head. "Y'want me to put 'em on now, or some other time?" Her tone is mildly sultry.

Felix does taste the tea, and gives it a moment of consideration before nodding his approval as well, and taking a second sip. As usual, she doesn't run into any trouble trying to kiss him, either. He watches her when she holds the garments up, tilting his head slightly in unconscious mirror of her own movement. "Well, I reckon that's up to you... pretty sure I'd just end up takin''em back off," he says, eyes moving over her. "I just saw 'em when we were passin' by an' thought they'd look good on you. You look real nice in pink." He considers a moment, "Well, y'look real nice in pretty much anything. And out of it. ...I might be gettin' distracted."

Lilah smiles at him as he nods his approval, and seems to have no problem with him sipping at her tea. That smile turns to a grin as he slathers her in compliments, and she walks a little closer to him, eyes never leaving his face, and the bra and panties still held up over her clothes. "I reckon I don't mind ya lookin' at me, an' thinkin' I look good. An' I *also* reckon I could just put 'em on another time." For now, she sets them aside carefully, and runs a thumb down his cheek fondly. "Whatcha gettin' distracted *from?*" she asks.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I had plans for eatin' dinner," Felix says, after just enough of a pause to suggest it possibly did need at least a touch of thought train rerailment,"...for starters. Might not've been all that distracted from dessert." He slides an arm around her, pulling her in closer. "It's a good thing y'don't mind that, 'cause pretty much any time I'm lookin' atcha I'm thinkin' you look good. An' I look at you a lot. I dunno if you mighta noticed."

Lilah is easily pulled in closer, and presses closer to him yet as she kisses his forehead. She blushes pretty heavily at his compliments, though she does say, "I hadn't noticed." Which is probably a lie, but hey. "I reckon ain't nothin' wrong with somebody appreciatin' me for me. S'long as you're willin' to let me appreciate you for you." She smiles and nods her head, firmly.

Felix grins, meeting her gaze. "Oh, I'm more'n happy to have you appreciate me for me," he assures, "Might not even mind too much if you appreciated me for someone else. Suppose it depends who and why they wanted you appreciatin' me, though broadly speakin', I reckon I like bein' appreciated."

Lilah bends down a bit to kiss his neck, surprisingly lightly, and murmurs against his skin, "I'll appreciate ya for any reason you want." It's almost, but not quite, a purr, and certainly more forward than her usual. Still, she starts to pull away again after a kiss to his cheek, commenting, "Yer food's gonna get cold, at this rate. Ain't no savin' them fries if ya don't get to 'em now."

Felix tilts his head to give Lilah more room when she goes to kiss his neck, his eyes closing, and there's the ghost of a shiver at her near-purr and the feel of her lips and breath against his skin. "...right," he agrees to her observation about the food, although it takes a second or so longer before he actually lets her go and reclaims his food, flopping down on their bed to eat it. Not particularly slowly. "..mm. We prolly oughta be lookin' for some more blankets," he decides, watching her. "'s gonna start gettin' chilly at night pretty soon, I reckon, bein' way up north like this."

Lilah smiles warmly at that little shiver, and that smile turns upward into a pleased amusement when he pauses before letting her go. She takes a seat next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder, and ponders his suggestion for a moment or two. "You're prolly right. Y'think Goodwill, mebbe?"

Felix leans in a bit against her in return, polishing off the fries first of all. She's right, there's no saving them if he lets them go much longer. "Yeah, thinkin' we oughta start there. If we can't find what we need, we'll just hafta go farther afield. Wonder if there IS an Army Surplus kinda place around? Bet they got sleeping bags for ice places. They'd prolly make real warm blankets. ...actually, they prolly also got blankets. Might be worth lookin'." It's impressive how many fries he can manage to eat while talking and somehow not displaying them to all and sundry.

Lilah wraps her arms around him rather happily, still leaning into his space with her head on his shoulder. She listens to what he says closely, and then nods. "Super-warm blankets 'r sleepin' bags sound good. I dunno if'n you can do this with Army ones, but some sleepin' bags, you get two of 'em an' you can hook 'em up together. Pegs 'n me used to do that sometimes."

Felix takes a moment to nuzzle at Lilah's hair, then cleanses the palate with a good drink of Coke and moves on to his burger. "That'd prolly work real nice," he says, "...conserve body heat, stuff like that."

"Yeah, 'xactly." Lilah closes her eyes for a moment as he nuzzles against her, and when he moves on to his food again, she smoothes out her hair with a pleased smile. "Ain't never tried it nekkid, though. Dunno if it'd help much."

"Bet it'd help =me=," Felix leers, "Prolly be great for inspirin' more heat creation, too. Seems like a good plan for handlin' a cold night." He gives this decision a solemn nod, which isn't particularly convincing in its solemnity given the situation, despite him doing a pretty good job of it.

Lilah laughs at his oh so solemn words, and then smirks. "I s'ppose ya might have a point. Seems likely, anyhow. I reckon it's worth a shot, anyhow." She gives a sudden and very suspicious shiver before flopping back on the mattress, saying, "I'm freezin'. Seems like ya should finish yer food quickly so's I don't have to be all cold 'n alone down here." Subtle.

Felix looks down at her, arching a brow. "Oh, yeah? Hmm. Well, I reckon it wouldn't be real gentlemanly of me to leave you sufferin' like that, all lonely an' shiverin'," he muses, and eats the remains of his burger in a couple particularly large bites. Some soda to follow, and a drink of his shake, although both of those then get set aside out of accidental kicking range, and he flops himself down beside her, then rolls over to press up against her side, an arm across her waist. "Now, then. You feelin' any better yet?"

Lilah streeeeeeetches out, and then remembers she's supposed to be cold; she wraps her arms around herself, and rubs them tightly. "Brrr," she says unconvincingly with a nod. When he flops beside her, she beams and then plants a kiss on his chest before repeating, "Brrr," as her answer to how she's feeling. "So cold," she laments pathetically.

"Awwww," Felix says sympathetically, slipping his hand up under her shirt to rub the skin of her abdomen and creep upward toward her breast, "poor thing. I reckon what we oughta do is test out that theory of yours, an' get you out of all this chilly clothing."