After having escorted Bella down an aisle to show her where a few things were, Justin had wandered back to find his ride had taken off. After much searching through the Wal-Mart and not finding Felix or Lilah, he ran back into Bella who gave him a ride back home in her mystery machine van. They shared some quick conversation about music and some laughs. Heading into the church with an amused look on his face and his bags full of groceries and other things, he heads for their kitchen area to put things in the fridge that need chilling.

Everything that stayed behind for, uh, discounting seems to be already put away -- all the food, and if he happens to look in the bathrooms, the various toiletries and such as well. Justin probably has a reasonable amount of time to put away the things he brought back, and possibly even to get comfortable or something before Felix comes down the stairs, wearing just his jeans, hair rumpled, and stifling a yawn. He looks reasonably pleased with life, at least until he spots Justin and narrows his eyes, pointing at his packmate. "You," he greets him darkly, and heads over to him, stopping just in front of the guy and shaking his head. "Not cool, man. Not. Cool."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Justin asks as he turns around at the voice, peering at the pointing finger, then back to him. "Dude, you just left me there and I had to find a ride back. /That/ wasn't cool. That was fucked up." He folds his arms across his chest, one hand holding a toilet scrubber that he was in the midst of putting away. It's pink with a fuzzy end on it.

Felix crosses his arms in return, chin up to regard Justin directly. "You know what I'm talkin' about! 'Oh, did I mention he's married, but I'm totally not,'" he says, mimicking the Justin part in a ridiculous falsetto that sounds nothing like the Ahroun and probably isn't even intended to, except for being much closer to the taller guy's accent than Felix's own. "That's just wrong, Bronedict Arnold. Shit." He does not address the leaving point, for one reason or another.

Frowning, Justin stares at him for a moment, then rolls his eyes. "Go for her then. I don't care." He says as he storms away from him as his hand clenches the toilet sweeper as he ambles for the bathroom. "You're her type after all I'm sure. Got more in common than I do."

"That's not the point!" Felix says to Justin's back, and walks over to open a drawer, poking in it for a pack of cigarettes, snagging one and a lighter that's in there as well. "I ain't even tryin', but it's the principle of the thing. Did I try an' get in =your= way? No, I did not. Man, have some fuckin' faith you can compete on your own merits. Jesus fuck." He shakes his head, lighting up and tossing the lighter back in the drawer. It closes with a thump, and he leans up against the counter to smoke. "...Judas Broscariot." One might just possibly suspect a grin being suppressed, on that last addition.

The bathroom door slams behind Justin as he heads into it, rocking the frame on the hinges. The sound of him taking a piss is heard, followed by the water on the sink turning on. When it opens back up, he storms back across to the kitchen again with a glower. "Sure, whatever then, my bad. I was just joking anyways. Didn't think you'd take it to a butt hurt level."

Felix arches a brow. "Bullshit, you weren't either joking," he says, shaking his head. "There's rules, okay? You don't throw your bros under the bus. I was supportin' you when you put stuff in the conversation, I didn't go cuttin' you down. 's just a dick move." He sighs. "So did you get her to give you a ride home, or do I gotta give up on you as a hopeless case?"

"Whatever." Justin breathes out under his breath as he rummages through the cabinets, taking out some crackers and yanking the box open. "Yeah, she gave me a ride back and dropped me off. Now she knows we're all homeless and living in a library." Rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand, he crams two crackers into his mouth dryly.

Felix snorts. "Yeah, that's gonna really chase off travels the country in a camper-van buskin' girl, us an' our bohemian digs," he says dryly. "You got an excuse to hang out an' talk to her alone more, enjoy it. Plus. People are weird. They do one thing for you, they're more likely to do other shit for you after. Like, say, agree to go get coffee with you. Dunno why, but it's true." He shrugs again, and goes to look in the fridge; apparently nothing's quite right, because he ends up at a cabinet as well, getting some of the jerky so recently obtained.

"Maybe. But she knows Lilah. Do you think she's kin? I didn't bring up the subject to her, cuz you know.. that would be a bit veil breaky." Justin says as he fishes a water out of the fridge and twists the cap off and takes a gulp of it. "If she's kin, I want to know how is it that we got the hottest girls in the Garou nation these days. She's stupid hot. Lilah is stupid hot. It's like... I dunno.. I figured our kin would be crazy bag ladies on meth."

"Trust me," Felix says, tearing into the bag, "You know cars an' machines an' shit like that. I know shit like this. Ain't sayin' she's gonna suddenly throw herself at you, but doin' somethin' nice for someone makes a person more willin' to do other nice shit for 'em too. Start small, get bigger." He pauses smoking while he has a piece of the jerky, setting the bag on the counter. "Reckon Lilah knows if she is... Fairhope ain't big enough that she wouldn't. Didn't ask. My money'd be on yeah, though. You an' me an' Benny an' Freddy all around an' she was cool as can be? Ain't conclusive, but put together... yeah, I'm thinkin' yeah. Fair chance ours, too, I'd say. I'll ask Lilah later." He munches another piece of the jerky, and then grins, slowly. "They =are= stupid hot, though, ain't they? Somethin' in the water out there, for sure."

"Probably. Seems like everyone is a pageant queen in the South." Justin says as he munches on a cracker. "I told her I could fix her van up if she ever had issues but she seems to know her ride inside and out. She's kinda self-reliant I suppose. I'd say get her a job with Lilah but she doesn't seem the nine to five type of girl. She's like the wind." He pauses, then sings out with a silly giggle. "Feel her breath in my face, her body close to me! I can't look in her eyes, she's out of my league! Just a fool to believe I am anything she needs... she's like the wind!" It seems he at least watched Dirty Dancing a few times.

Felix laughs briefly at the singing, watching Justin with clear amusement until he's done. "Keep your day job," he teases, "...an' I know you're jokin', but there ain't no such thing as leagues outsidea sports and the ocean. Remember that. But yeah, speakin' of day jobs, if she's decided what she likes doin' is drivin' the country doin' street performance, most likely that's what she's gonna wanna keep doin'. An' why not? It's fun, schedule's pretty free, long's you don't need too much chances ain't too bad you'll get it. Reckon they're even better if you're a hot chick, though you prolly need the bear mace more often too."

"I wonder if she was joking about the bear mace or not." Justin says as he cracks a grin. "Girl like her probably needs a taser also." He pops another cracker into his mouth, crunching on it. "Either way, I am not going to worry myself too much about her at the moment. I can't let girls derail me from what is important, and that is finding those fucking vampires at the moment."

"Multitask," Felix suggests, grinning at the Ahroun, but settles in against the counter again and more or less alternates eating and smoking for a bit. "What's our next move on that? We could go out an' look for that preachin' guy again, maybe?"

"Next move is to keep listening for news blasts about some crazy preacher. We should head down to where Benny was hearing those rumors and scope it out and start taking an inventory of the homeless in the area to see if any is missing." He gives a nod of his head. "I really want to find a top notch ragabash though to help out, or keep relying on Watcher's sniffer. His nose is good but I think someone else who is designed for tracking is better suited."

Felix tilts his head. "...so kinda yes, then?" he says. "I don't reckon I've met that many ragabash 'round here yet. There's that Winter guy, yeah? If he's around an' willin', might as well see how he works with the rest of us, seein' as you were talkin' about maybe tryin' to get him in the pack, before. He a good tracker, y'know?"

"Yeah, there is Winter, if I can pin him down long enough to help us out. He seems kinda all over the place." Justin says with a sputter of a sigh outwards from his lips. "I don't know if he is a good tracker, but he's a Fostern so he's done something right in life. Slug is useless at tracking that much I know."

"Well, if I see him before you do I'll try an' ask," Felix says, and stifles another yawn. "Mmf. You thinkin' we're gonna go lookin' around preliminary-like this evening? 'cause I ain't slept in over a day an' I reckon I might go join Lilah in that nap she's takin' for a while. I'll aim to get up in a few hours if we're gonna go do some work."

"Sure, go sleep and we will head out later in the afternoon so that we have some daylight." Justin says with a wave of his hand to his friend. "I'm also gonna get myself a phone from Edgewood so I'll be back later. Nick has a basket full of burn phones down there and I'm gonna pillage one since my last one broke."

Felix whips off a mock-salute, and folds what remains of the bag of jerky up, tucking it in his pocket and heading toward the stairs with his cigarette. At the foot of them, he turns, studying the Ahroun a moment. "Hey, J. You officially pack Alpha now, 'steada just in practice?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Justin says, "I don't know about that. I'll take lead until someone else better comes along and wants it I guess. I figure maybe we can all be knights of the round table. Just have an equal voice in the pack. Whoever has the best idea at the moment is Alpha of the day. It doesn't matter to me."

Felix tilts his head, considering. "We're part wolves," he says, "an' even humans ain't that good at not really havin' a leader. I'm all for everyone bein' able to speak up an' work out the best ideas an' shit, but every round table's got a King Arthur, even if he's sittin' in the same kinda seat as everyone else. Ain't even necessarily a choice. It just happens." He gives a small shrug. "Anyway, I'll see ya when I wake up. Get you a good phone."

"I'm probably gonna find something that looks like it can take a drop on the ground better than the last one." Justin says as he gives a wave of his hand. "We'll have a pack meeting and talk about it soon. I think we should all get on the same page." He picks up his hoodie and snags his car keys off the table, then ambles off. "Sleep good."

"'s about what I was thinkin'," Felix says, giving Justin a brief, crooked grin, and turns to head upstairs, giving a small wave without looking as he goes.