It is getting late in the day as the sun has headed down behind the city to cast the sky in a dark huge of purple and flickers of orange. With the temperature dipping just below 60, a light chilly breeze has made it's way through the air. Kicked against the side of McDonald's is Andrea who is wearing a pair of pair of loose cargo black pants, a hot pink shirt that shows off her mid-drift and a black wind breaker. Studded fingerless gloves are on her hands to reveal black fingernail polish. Her hair has been chopped up a bit and dyed blonde with streaks of pink and blue. She has a number of odd bangles upon one wrist and a red bandana tied around the other. In her hands is a carton of fries that she eats from, staring outwards into the river of traffic that passes by with a lazy gaze.

Nail polish twins! Although Felix's may be in worse repair at the moment. It's probably not currently one of the top things on his mind, since he's strolling from the general direction of the parking lot with an arm around Lilah's waist, and whatever he's just said to her apparently requires a decidedly wicked grin as punctuation. It's also probably why it takes a moment longer than one might otherwise expect for him to notice and recognize the girl leaning against the wall, though when he does she gets a grin of her own, and a chin-lift of greeting, accessorized with a, "Hey, Dre. 'sup?" when they get close enough for the volume to be conversational.

Lilah is naturally blushing a little at whatever wicked thing Felix has just said, and she says something about him being 'encouragable' under her breath. She, too, takes a moment to recognize Andrea, and when she does, she lifts a hand in a wave as well. When they're closer, she says, "Howdy." Felix has covered the 'sup, so she's quiet to hear the answer.

Blowing a strand of pink hair away from her face, Andrea glances up to them with sunken and dark eyes. "Oh, hey guys." She drawls out lazily to them with a wry grin twisting along her lips. The hint of metal between her teeth can be seen clicking as it appears she has acquired a tongue ring. "Jush' chillin'." She says as she slumps backwards against the wall. "Eating fries." Obviously.

Felix leans in a little at that hint of metal, to get a better look. "You got your tongue pierced? Nice," he says, quirking a brow, and straightens back up, gaze flicking to take in the current state of her eyes, though that doesn't get a comment. "We're grabbin' dinner. You wanna come join us, or you havin' fun chillin' here with your fries?"

If Lilah notices things like the tongue ring or the sunken eyes, she doesn't comment on them. It's The Lilah Way. She does comment idly, "S'cold out here." If that's an invitation to come with them, she doesn't make that as clear as Felix did.

"Got something else pierced too." Andrea says with a smirk upon her lips. "Which I'll show you later." Her voice has a drowsy, but flirty tone to it. Running a hand back through her hair, she glances over to Mickey D's, then back to her fries. "Sure." She says cooly as she pushes off the wall, letting her combat boots thump on the ground. "Jush' no pickles. Those suck."

"Reeeally," Felix says, entirely failing not to sound both highly intrigued by this and fairly flirty as well. His focus briefly shifts to consider locations that require later-showing, then over to Lilah, who gets a squeeze as he starts walking toward the doors again. Possibly apologetic. Possibly not. The language of squeeze is an inscrutable one. "I dunno, I like pickles. They got that kinda sharpness cuttin' through the sauce an' shit. But I ain't gonna make you eat 'em. Hell, you can give yours to us, if you want, we'll take 'em off your hands. We're real nice that way."

Lilah nods her head to Felix and squeezes him right back. What does it meeeeean? "Pickles is good eatin', but we ain't gonna shove 'em in your face," she promises, and then glances over at Felix. "I reckon we might could finish off all your pickles 'n then some."

Smirking, Andrea clicks the stud against her teeth as she pushes through the door into the warmth that is the Golden Arches. Her chain wallet jingles against her hip as she strides for the cashier, popping another fry into her mouth as she stares at the menu.

Felix heads directly toward the cashier as well, ignoring the uneasy looks heading his direction from several of the occupied booths. And a few of the workers, as well, although it may or may not be coincidental that he ends up at the register with the distinctly nervous-looking young man working it, and not the one with the girl who still seems fairly bored. It's not his most charming smile that the guy gets, either, although at least it doesn't seem actively malicious at the moment. "That barbecue bacon burger you got, large, with a Coke. An' a chocolate milkshake," the Galliard orders, then looks to Lilah, "Whatcha want, doll?"

Lilah walks along with Felix, also appearing to take no note of the uneasy looks *he's* getting. She glances over at the bored cashier, and then turns her attention back to her companion. "Cheeseburger. Extra onions. An' some fries? Small or medium'll do. An' a coffee, please. Small. With some sugars in it, if'n ya don't mind?" She's half saying this to Felix, and half to the cashier. She leans over into the Galliard's space, resting her hip up against him.

"Uh.. two doubles pickles on the side." Andrea snuffles as she puts another fry in her mouth. "And a refill on this?" The cashier goes to protest, and she snaps at him. "Seriously dude, refill the fucking cup." She shoves it to him, who takes it and apprehensively puts more fries in it, then passes it back.

Felix smirks at the guy's apprehension following Andrea's snap, shaking his head slightly. Lilah, however, gets a "'course I don't mind," to the half she's saying to him, and he gives the cashier a gesture implying both halves are now being turned over to him, although he adds, "Medium." Presumably regarding the fries. "Oh, an' a couple of those apple pies." That appears to be it, since he decides to fill the time while the order's being typed in by pulling Lilah even further into his space and giving her a quick kiss.

Lilah smiles warmly at Felix, and she doesn't even blush at the quick kiss. Progress! She returns the kiss and then reaches out to squeeze his hand, leaning into his space once more. Apparently not satisfied with her swift kissage entirely, she leans in to kiss his shoulder.

When the food is slid across to them on a tray, Andrea reaches out and snags the two burgers off it, then stuffs them into her pocket as she turns and trudges for the door. She has a scrunched up look upon her face.

Felix tilts his head as Andrea starts to walk off. "You ain't stayin'?" he asks, despite the answer looking clear enough from her trajectory. He pulls his wallet out and pays for the food rather absently, just handing the guy a twenty and awaiting the change, with no attention at all to the cashier's attempt to count it out properly; he's watching the kin instead.

Lilah follows Andrea's movements with a turn of her head, looking puzzled. Her brow furrows slightly, but she doesn't comment on whatever caused it. Instead, she waits for the answer to Felix's question, and glances at the cashier for a moment.

"Nah." Andrea's answer as she pushes out the door, letting it shut behind her as she ambles down the sidewalk without so much of a glance past her shoulder.

Felix watches Andrea go, brow slightly furrowed, and it takes a couple 'uh, sir?' attempts from the cashier before he looks over to the guy and accepts the change. He leaves the coins, putting the bills in his wallet and picking up the tray, heading for a corner booth.

Lilah tries to get the tray from him, gently, and suggests, "If you gotta go, I c'n take care o' this. She don't look too good." She shrugs, and doesn't *press* the issue, but does seem to assume he's going to agree.

Felix glances toward the door, making a face, and lets her take the tray. "She don't," he agrees, and sighs. "A'right, you get comfy, keep shit warm, I'll try an' be back real soon," he says, and leans to kiss her cheek before turning and heading for, and out, the door.

Lilah nods her head to him, carefully taking the tray and glancing around for a good table. There's a corner table that seems to be what her eye's on. She leans into the kiss on her cheek, and then heads for that table. The food is portioned out and separated so he gets his barbeque and she gets her regular cheeseburger, et cetera. She probably adds extra sugar to her coffee.

It's not really all that long before Felix returns, looking a touch annoyed. Maybe faintly concerned as well. It isn't all the way to worried, but even so it's odd on him, faint or not. "Couldn't catch her," he says as he slides into the booth beside Lilah, "Bus came by and she got on." (Or she got a ride from someone, or drove off, we'll just go with the bus for now.) He settles in, taking a good drink of the Coke first thing.

Lilah looks up as Felix reenters, admittedly looking a touch surprised to see him so soon. When he explains, she nods, but that little furrow is back in her brow. She wraps an arm around his waist, her free hand picking at her burger, and says, "She looked... drunk 'r somethin'. 'r sad, at least."

"Pretty sure she's high," Felix says, and although this is neither a state he's unfamiliar with nor one he generally seems to disapprove of, he seems a bit uneasy about it this time, "...she's been poppin' those Poppers like popcorn. They're real nice an' all, an' mostly I figure what people wanna take's their own business, but... I dunno. Seems like she's doin' an awful lot. Seen enough people OD on various other shit already. An' she don't look like she's been sleepin' much, today." He opens his burger box, glancing at the abandoned pickles-on-the-side and taking just under half of them to add beneath his bun. The rest appear to be Lilah's. "...might be sad, too," he adds, quietly.

Lilah listens closely to what Felix has to say, and while she doesn't interrupt, or even look like she *wants* to interrupt, she does evince a number of reactions. Surprise, and worry, and brow-furrowing, along with a healthy dose of concern for him. She clears her throat, looking down at her burger as she picks sesame seeds off the top bun, one by one. "Whyya reckon she might be sad?" she finally asks.

Long distance to Lilah: Felix is curious when those various reactions occur!

Lilah pages: Surprise at hearing about Andrea and the poppers, surprise at realizing he's taken them, worry about Andrea based on that + her being sad + her not sleeping well. Concern for him when he adds that quiet addition, and when he mentions taking the pills.
Long distance to Lilah: Felix is surprised at the secondary suprise. ;)

Felix considers his burger before taking a good bite of it, and actually chews and swallows it before he says anything by way of answer. "Well," he says then, "get the impression Henry ain't been around in a while, though I dunno how bothered she is 'bout that. Got the impression he was gettin' on her nerves some anyhow. But even so, y'know." Small shrug. "But also..." He hesitates. "I dunno if I really oughta be sayin'. But, her dad ain't currently in the picture an' she don't see a lot of her mom. An' I reckon she wishes she did. More, anyhow. I been kinda thinkin' of tryin' to figure a way to, y'know... help make that happen, maybe. Without goin', like, hey, no offense ma'am, but didja notice you're kinda ignorin' your kid? 'cause I think she did." He picks up his fries, dumping them into the top of the burger box and adding liberal amounts of ketchup.

Lilah nods slowly as she listens, and this time it's far harder to read her expression. She continues picking at her bun thoughtfully, and when he's done, she comments, "Already knew about 'er mom 'n dad," she says, "So it's a'right ya told me. S'real thoughtful o' ya t'try 'n set something up for 'em." The rest, she doesn't comment on.

>>> You rolled 3 dice at 6 diff (8 2 2): 1 success. <<<
Long distance to Lilah: Felix attempts to read the expression anyway, gets a mere 1 success.
Lilah pages: A tie! :)
You sense Lilah means everything she says, from already having known, to thinking he's thoughtful. Her food hasn't been eaten, though, and she just keeps picking at it. And as he knows, she's not very picky. She's affecting a look of thoughtfulness, but it's clearly not just that.

Felix studies Lilah sidelong for a few moments, eating his burger, before venturing, "'s wrong?"

Lilah keeps on picking at her bun. Each sesame seed is very delicately separated from the top of it, and then set aside gingerly. "I 'unno," she doesn't bother trying to lie. "Reckon it's worry. 'bout her. 'bout you." She gives a shrug.

Felix slides slightly closer to Lilah on the seat, and his arm finds its way around her again, trying to slide her slightly closer as well. "You don't gotta worry about me, doll," he assures her, "I can take care of myself. What's there to worry about anyhow?" It sounds like a genuine question, not rhetorical.

Lilah cooperates with the sliding, and she nods her head. "S'just part o' likin' people. You worry about 'em when they got troubles. An' when they ain't." She gives a small smile, and kisses his cheek. "Reckon it's dumb, anyhow."

"...what's dumb? Worryin', or specifically what you're worryin' about?" Felix asks, and returns her kiss, although he aims for the lips rather than the cheek. It's a reasonably chaste kiss anyhow. "I like you an awful lot an' I ain't worried about you. Should I be?" It's mostly-teasing.

"Worryin'," Lilah says, still with that small smile. She definitely returns his kiss, just as chaste, and then rests her head on his shoulder. "I reckon if you ain't worried yet, ain't no reason to start," she teases right back.

"Hmmm," Felix says, giving her the most skeptical look he can muster, "No reason, huh?" He kisses the top of her head, nuzzling her hair before he goes back to eating. Hey, it won't eat itself! And if it would he'd have to beat it to it. "Why'd you worry 'bout me, though?"

Lilah just gives him that soft, possibly-infuriating smile. "No reason," she says with a nod, and her smile grows into a proper one when he nuzzles at her hair. She finally has a fry, and then a second, before she shrugs at his question. "I gotta have a reason?" she teases.

Felix sips his milkshake, regarding her. "I reckon you generally got a reason," he says, "You're a reasonable kinda person. But I guess I meant, what're you worried about 'bout me?" He looks a bit happier now that she's at least eating that fry.

Lilah takes a big bite of her cheeseburger, then! Which, coincidentally, doesn't let her speak. She's not keen on talking with your mouth full. Slightly full, sure, but full-on full is a no-go. She washes it down with her coffee (ew), and has a second bite. She shrugs, by way of answer. And then, after hesitating, she says, "I ain't that worried. S'fine." Not only is that a lie, but it's one she's loathe to give. It's so rare for her to lie that it sticks out like a sore thumb. And, she shows no inclination to give him the 'real' answer. It seems unlikely, at least at this point, that she's going to provide an answer. She punctuates all this with another long bite. No doubt to stall for time.

Felix's brow furrows, and he studies her over the last couple bites of his burger, eyes slightly narrowed. There's a flash of anger through them at first, along with something else, but it passes, and his voice is level, nearly conversational, when he says, "Don't reckon I believe that. So now I'm also kinda wonderin' why you don't wanna say."

Lilah is looking over at him while she eats, and that flash of anger has the predictable effect: her gaze shifts downward immediately, and doesn't return to him. Perhaps that's why she doesn't catch whatever else passes over his expression. She carefully sets her burger down, taking a gulp of coffee to wash down the suddenly unpalatable bite of burger. "It ain't-- it's just--" She shakes her head, firmly, her brow furrowed deeply. But where his charm didn't seem to get the trick done, his anger does: "I worry cuz you took them pills and I worry cuz Justin's upset with ya and Henry'd be upset if he knew, an' now Andrea's all messed up, an' it's just. I worry. I ain't mad. I ain't goin' away. But I worry. So much." Her gaze remains situated downward.

With her gaze down like that she probably misses the hint of something surprisingly close to guilt that all or part of the reaction gets; it's fleeting and replaced by a nearly as brief unease. Felix's hand moves beneath her chin, tipping it up a bit, and he leans over to brush his lips lightly across hers. "I don't mean to worry you none," he says quietly. "I know I ain't easy, though. I do a lotta shit an' some of it maybe I shouldn't. But it ain't hurt me yet, right? Well, not any way I didn't get over, anyhow. An' I reckon Justin'll prolly get over things." A slight pause. "...Andrea bein' messed up's a reason to worry 'bout her, but not me, isn't it?"

She does, indeed, miss that hint. Which is a damn shame, really. Lilah kisses him lightly when their lips brush against one another, and she reaches out to hesitantly touch his leg. She doesn't immediately respond to his words, but this time she's not stalling for time. Instead, she takes the opportunity to kiss him once more, and then she nods her head. "I reckon you're right," she says simply, and squeezes his leg. "I'm sorry I lied to ya."

Felix kisses her back, a mother at another table beginning to shoot them strongly disapproving looks; the kids aren't paying attention, though, the younger slid as far to the other side of the booth from the scary man as she can get and the elder far more interested in the toy from her happy meal than what any boring people in the place are up to. If Felix notices the looks, he ignores them, or possibly defies them, since after her apology he reclaims the arm that had been loosely around her so that he can settle a hand to either side of her jaw, fingers sliding over the back of her neck and into her hair, and pull her in for a proper kiss. Or possibly improper, from other points of view. It's far less chaste than the previous ones, and considerably longer, but it's also gentle, even tender. When it breaks, there's only a slight pause and sense of extra focus before he murmurs, "I'm sorry I make you worry. Ain't used to bein' worried about." A slight, crooked smile, just barely too wry to be a proper smirk, "...not in that sense, anyhow."

Lilah doesn't even notice the mother and her children, seemingly having a Felix-based tunnel vision. The proper kiss especially is returned in kind, her hand squeezing his leg again. Once that kiss breaks, she chews at her lower lip, cheeks pinkening. "You ain't gotta be sorry," she says quite seriously, and then rests her head against his shoulder. "I'd prolly worry even if there weren't nothin' remotely wrong. ...s'part of likin' you more'n anyone."

Felix just watches her a moment, the arm that had previously been around her returning there, and when she rests her head on his shoulder, he kisses the top of it, then tilts his head to rest it lightly against hers. "I don't worry 'bout you much," he says, "but I don't really worry 'bout anythin' all that much. Like you more'n anyone even so. ...an' I s'pose I'd prolly be more likely to worry 'bout you than anyone else, if there was some kinda reason you needed worried about." A glance at her abandoned burger and he teases, "Like not eatin'."

"I'm glad ya don't worry 'bout me much. Ain't nothin' wrong with me a little Felix time cain't fix." Lilah smiles softly, tracing her fingertips along the outside seam of his jeans. "I reckon ya don't even gotta worry 'bout me not eatin'. I do okay, an' I done a lot worse for m'self, times past. Most o' us have."

"Well, I got a lot of that," Felix says, "'fact, I think I may've maybe cornered the market." He closes his eyes, just cuddling her in a bit. "Yeah, I reckon most of us have," he agrees, before reopening his eyes so he can get back to eating his fries and milkshake. One handed, but that'll do. "Don't want no repeats, though."

Lilah outright grins at the phrase 'cornered the market' paired with his joke. "You got stock in Felix Incorporated, then?" she asks, and is happy to silently cuddle him. Though afterward, she says thoughtfully, "I could eat. Ain't nothin' wrong with the Golden Arches." She smiles, and reaches out for her burger.

"I'm not just the president, I'm also a client," Felix says solemnly, and her smile and reclaiming of the burger get a smile in return, and a kiss on the cheek. "So. How 'bout we finish eatin', an' then we can go home an' I'll give you all the Felix time you crave? Fresh from the source an' for you I won't even charge full price. Can't beat that with a stick."

"You *can* beat that with a stick, but then it beats YOU back," Lilah grins, and takes a nice big bite of her burger. The rest, she finally comments on after that bite. "I reckon you could get a good rhythm in, beatin' it with that stick." It's unlikely Angry!Mom is going to like that.

Felix grins back, the first since Andrea departed, and the wicked edge is coming back to it as well. "Y'reckon? We'll just hafta give it a try an' see. Pretty sure I got me a suitable stick for the experiment." He finishes off his milkshake, quirking a brow at her. Indeed, Angry!Mom gives them a death glare, but Felix isn't currently looking in her direction even in his peripheral vision.