With near-freezing temperatures and a light rain sporadically drizzling upon those caught out in the open, people are not hanging around out in the open if they can help it. Most go from car-to-store-to-car and move along to other destinations. Contrastingly, Nick is standing near the drained fountain out in the open by a grassy mound--just looking at it. The hood on his brown duster is raised, shielding his head from the rain and beading off the cold water--likely some sort of weatherproofing element.

Just to the concrete side of the concrete/cobble boundary down Riverfront, there's an old Cadillac Eldorado, the blue paint looking too nice as yet to have been there much of its life. It's been parked there for a few hours at the least, and the top, given the weather, is up. There's nothing really remarkable about it, at least until the passenger side door opens and Felix slides out, fully dressed but somewhat rumpled and looking drowsy. He rubs his eyes, then looks upward as the sky greets him with a fresh bout of near-freezing drizzle. He returns the greeting with a heartfelt "Fuuuck!" But hey, he looks a lot more awake.

Nicodemus just so happens to be facing in that direction, and the disruption of the formerly 'static' background draws his eyes away from the fountain and the ground near it. Should Felix look his way, he offers a nod of recognition and acknowledgement.

Felix rubs his temples, with a low irritated growl, then slumps back against the car with a sigh and glances around. He catches the nod, then, and manages a quick grin in response, chin lifting in counter-acknowledgement. A hand rakes through his hair, returning it to a better semblance of its usual state, and he ducks into the car to retrieve a half-full Coke bottle, then pushes the door shut with his foot and starts toward Nicodemus and the fountain, taking a good drink as he goes. "Hey," he greets once he gets within not-actually-shouting range, "Ain't you got enough sense to come in outta the rain?" He's still giving off the kind of irritated aura that leads to nervous types crossing the street, but at least the tone of the greeting is friendly enough.

Nicodemus gives a slight tug on his duster, which prompts it to shed more water beads. "Silicone-based waterproofing," says the apparently dry Walker kinsman. He doesn't seem immediately inclined to leave the rain, which doesn't seem to be bothering him. "What brings you out this way?" he inquires with a hint of actual curiosity as opposed to a generic conversation piece.

"...nice," Felix decides, looking the beading effect over; he's already looking less dry than the kin, alas. The bottle gets wedged into one of his pockets, and an Altoids tin that proves to contain cigarettes and a lighter comes out of another. He manages to light one up despite the rain, likely thanks to too much practice. "I was checkin' out Supernova," he says, gesturing vaguely toward the more club-containing section of the area, "...but they closed 'bout 4, so, nap. Was thinkin' maybe I'd busk some today, tap into somea that seasonal generosity, but ain't no one gonna hang around in this." He makes a face at the sky. "'bout you?"

Nicodemus looks from you, back to the fountain, then out towards the water, and then back to you. "Thinking," he offers as the reason for him standing out in the rain on an unpleasant winter's day. Perhaps realizing that's a bit odd, he offers, "Thinking I should get out of the rain, perhaps. You had breakfast yet? Want a coffee or something?" he offers to the Gnawer.

Felix offers the tin o' smokes toward the kin with a slight tilt of the head but no spoken question. Not about that, anyway. "Thinkin' what?" he asks, "...before you got to the gettin' outta the rain part, I mean. And sure, I could go for a coffee. Thanks." He glances out toward the water, then to the fountain, tracing Nic's looks in reverse. "Oh, hey. Don't suppose you've seen some crazy street preacher guy 'round anywhere lately?"

Nicodemus watches as Felix retraces what he'd looked at as he moves away from the isolated fountain and towards commercialized America's front lines--specifically a cafe that specializes in coffee first and foremost and pre-prepared food as a bit of an afterthought. "The Nothing. The black ooze. Wondering if it had something to do with the earthquake and weird stuff that happened at the caern last month." He adds, "I haven't seen any crazy street preachers around today. They tend to inhabit the southern part of the city, as the cops are a bit more vigilant in this more upscale version of the urban jungle."

Felix slides the tin back into his pocket, and nods to the addition, sighing. "Yeah, I know, but the one we're lookin' for, he ain't been where we been lookin'. So..." He falls more or less into step with Nicodemus, moving with the sort of saunter that suggests the world's a kind of overcoat that fits him just fine. Possibly a furry one. "The Nothin'. Wasn't that a movie? Anyway, why you thinkin' about that stuff here, in particular?"

"I was doing a little last-minute browsing for potential Christmas gifts, and while cutting across the green space, it got me thinking of the caern, which.... One thing led to another and I got lost in my own thoughts, I guess." He snorts in bemusement at himself. "I guess I'm getting old and absent-minded." He approaches the cafe's door and opens it for you. "Got a picture of this street preacher? I could keep an eye out. What's your interest in him, if I may be so bold as to ask? I'm assuming you're probably not looking to convert."

Felix makes a mock half-bow at the door-holding, strolling inside without apparently even considering putting out the cigarette first. "Thanks," he says, and the last remark gets a snort. "Nah, I been born enough times for anyone, this point," he says, "...though I dunno, maybe I oughta keep it in mind. I'd prolly be a pretty kickass street preacher if I put my mind to it. Brothers an' sisters, I come to you today bringin' joyous news!" He declaims the last line with a flamboyant movement, but drops it there, shrugging. "...nah. He's a link to some other folks we're lookin' to track down, I can tell you more once we're all properly caffinated an' shit if you want. An' I don't have a photo, but I can getcha a pretty good description, if that'll help enough."

The duo find a table next to the window and away from the other handful of patrons in the vicinity. A waitress zips by and, as hastily as possible without trying to appear overly eager to get away from Felix ASAP, takes orders for drinks and food. She disappears in the back. Nick motions with his head back towards your El Dorado parked outside. "Reverend Fenix and his Roamin' Cadillac Church?" he offers as a suggestion with a ghost of a crooked grin. "This a Coyote project in the making?"

Felix snags an empty, abandoned-looking cup off one of the tables as they pass by, and drops comfortably into one of the chairs at their chosen destination. The stolen mug gets set down and ashed into. Polite-like. He's actively and convincingly charming at the waitress while they order, which only makes her more clearly rattled from the dissonance between what her socialization and her instincts are telling her. Felix manages not to look amused about it while she's looking. Barely. Nicodemus's suggestion gets a laugh, and all in all the Gnawer's starting to seem an awful lot cheerier than when he first emerged. "Nice. Now I'm kinda tempted. Gotta have a few sermons in here somewhere, spent enough time hearin' em... So hell, could be! Gotta be somethin' we could do with that."

Nicodemus watches the Felix-waitress interaction with a sort of mildly detached curiosity. Once she's left, and after Fenix speaks, he offers a twisted smile. "There might be more to gain by posing as a politician taking donations for Trump or Carson or whoever the outlandish popular one is at any given moment. Or doing voter registration drives and then dropping all the cards where they checked 'Republican' into the trash when no one is looking." A beat, and then the smile fades. "But that's not playing fair and undermines the concept of democracy in the process." He exhales, seemingly disappointed in his own thoughts, before asking, "So why the interest in this one particular street preacher?"

"Like it ain't undermined to hell already?" Felix says, "Funny thing, seems like it's always the folks gettin' fucked over who gotta play fair. Wouldn't be enough, though, anyhow. Wouldn't =change= enough even if it was. Reckon ain't none of that shit gettin' fixed 'til we burn the whole thing down." The waitress wouldn't have any confusion if she'd happened to return for that part; the rage is close to the surface, there, and even without it the flash of fire through his eyes at that last thought would probably be unsettling. He's leaned forward a bit while replying, and drops back again, smoking. "...anyway. Like I said, he's connected to some other folks we're lookin' for. Night-owl types. They had a church, but they burnt it down, an' we ain't found 'em since."

Nicodemus slowly leans a bit further back in his seat as Felix grows more animated, but then returns to where he'd been after the topic shifts away from politics (where a mental 'avoid this topic in the future' post-it has likely been added) and towards the preacher and his flock. "Night-owl types?" Nick puzzles briefly, then seems to have a moment of clarity. "Night-owl types who're particularly long of tooth?" He makes a face, as if having smelled something unpleasant. "Not a fan."

"Those'd be the ones," Felix says, with a nod, "I ain't big on 'em myself. They weren't followin' those laws on fire doors an' shit, neither. So, we ain't been able to find 'em since then, but before they did it, they told us they weren't goin' nowhere an' we'd better watch our asses. Meanwhile, we got some other folks we don't like much neither, and we're thinkin' it'd sure be nice if we could get 'em to keep each other occupied while we slide in from the back. But first... we gotta find 'em again. And he's the best lead. Tryin' to at least get his name, 'cause from there we'd be pretty set, but apparently crazy street preachers don't actually go introducin' themselves around as much as y'might expect."

It's at this moment when the waitress comes back, delivers the food and drinks, and carries on back into the kitchen almost without stopping at all. It's like she planned on the delivery and execution to minimize her interaction time with the table. Nick seems to note the somewhat unusual behavior, but says nothing about that. Instead, he points a gloved finger at you. "Good idea getting the two groups to shake hands and wear themselves out why you keep tabs from afar. And I don't spend a whole lot of time in the city these days, and I certainly don't have all the street-level contacts I used to from back when I was working for the SCPD, but if you give me a better description of this preacher, I'll keep a lookout for him." A beat, then he offers another suggestion. "You know who'd probably be infinitely more helpful? Val."

Felix doesn't comment on the waitress's streamlining either, though a hint of a wry smirk behind that first sip of the coffee suggests he noticed as well. He looks relatively pleased at the appreciation of the plan-in-general, but part way through the rest of the kin's comments his expression goes rather warier. "You used to be a cop?"

Nicodemus takes a moment to check and ensure no one is paying them any attention or in earshot before he responds. "Used to be. From about 2001 to 2006. Went from a beat cop to homicide detective. Ended up covering up a lot of a certain group's messes before the job started wearing me down and I knew I had to get out." He grimaces slightly at the memories. "That and some people thought that just because I had a badge I could make anything disappear from the system. And it doesn't work like that."

The Galliard's expression goes casual again, but there's something a bit more closed off about him than there was before. "Why?" he asks, "Lotsa other things to be. An' I ain't properly met Val yet, but she's the one that runs Snakes an' Lattes, right? Heard her mentioned, anyway." He describes the preacher in question as well as he can; it's a second-hand description but probably pretty decent.

<OOC> Felix says "Unfortunately I don't OOCly know what it is! I can probably get some more detail to pass on sooner or later if you want, though. :)"

Nicodemus doesn't even need to dwell on the 'why' aspect of why he'd become a police officer earlier in his life. "Why? I thought I could help people and get some evil people off the streets and paying for their crimes. I ended up doing some good, but that job just seemed to be sucking the life out of me." He takes note of the preacher's description and suggests, "I'll keep an eye out and let you or one of the other Coyotes know if I spot anything."

Felix considers the kin closely when he answers, and for a second or so after, absently ashing his cigarette. "Thanks," he says, "I figure the more eyes lookin' the better chance one of 'em sees." He's quiet for a few moments after that, sipping the coffee and breaking into the muffin he got to go along with it. The way he's seated hasn't changed, but there's too much of a sense of energy coming off him for it to seem quite as relaxed as it did at first. "So, your thinkin' 'bout Nothin'," he says, "...did you come up with any connections?"

Nicodemus takes a moment to add some sugar to his own cup of coffee, allowing it to dissolve as you finish speaking and end with a question. After taking a sip of the black liquid, Nick places it down on the table with a look of dissatisfcation--although the dissatisfaction seems to be centered on the question about The Nothing. "I am at a complete loss for what--if anything--can be done about The Nothing. Salem would probably be much better to talk to about it, as.... Well, he's not an ignorant half-blood like me."

"Well, you prolly ain't any more ignorant about it than me, anyway," Felix says, "an' you were there for the earthquake thing, so. Just wondered if the thinkin' bore any fruit. ...although that does remind me I was gonna try 'n' ask him about the wasps. Just, seems like I don't run into folks near as often as y'might expect. It's kinda weird, ain't like where I started."

"I suspect we're spread too thin locally," Nick theorizes. "And where there used to be a relatively constant influx of new blood to the area, that seems to have waned ever since The Nothing and the wasps and the emergence of the Queen's Tower after that North America-wide revolution that resulted in the destruction and loss of so many major caerns."

Felix looks slightly nonplussed, but nods. "I'd've kinda expected more people to be goin' where things weren't lost an' destroyed," he says, "although I s'pose there ain't so many people in general to be goin', afterward. Still... there's no point bein' where the weird shit ain't."

"Safety. Even if just for the near future," Nick claims. "Even military troops that are fighting on the front line get cycled out for downtime every so often. You can't be going at 100-percent day in and day out forever and ever. And if a break doesn't come to you, sometimes you have to take it upon yourself to take a vacation." He leans back in his chair, heavily, and frowns mildly. "I can certainly understand the appeal of turning one's back on an ugly situation and saying 'fuck it.'"

Felix and Nicodemus are in a coffee shop in the area, and it's probably around 10 or 11am or so. The Caddy's parked out just to the concrete side of where the cobblestones start on Riverfront. The pair are seated at a window table away from any other patrons, and Felix is drinking coffee, eating a muffin, and using a mug as a makeshift ashtray while they chat. He looks blank for a moment at the beginning of Nicodemus's comment, and then shrugs, nodding. "Well, yeah, you gotta take breaks an' do other shit, but you can do that pretty much anywhere. Ain't like someone's gotta go to Tahiti for it."

"Maybe. Maybe," Nick concedes with a little hesitation. "But sometimes people simply aren't cut out for certain jobs. With the Average Joe like myself, we get to have a choice. Seems like you guys don't really get much in the way of say about it. Although, sure, there are some who just say 'screw it.' I've met my fair share of those in the past."

"Well, yeah, we don't really a lotta say in it," Felix allows, and grins briefly, "My original plan was rock star. But, y'know. It ain't really like if I said fuck it I could just go back to Plan A." He rips off another chunk of muffin, eyeing it a moment before he pops it in his mouth. "...woulda been good at it, though."

"Gaia does tend to grab the best and the brightests for her defenders," Nick observes flatteringly. Perhaps to not let that go too far to some individuals' heads, he qualifies his statement. "Although perhaps what they're best and brightest at isn't always exactly appreciated by society at large."

There's the sound of an umbrella closing and being shaken out, and then Lilah steps further into view. Nevermind that it's probably *still* a bit rainy, it seems she's done with the cover of her umbrella anyway. She's got the air of a person who's looking for someone in particular, and in fact when she spots Felix and Nicodemus, she heads in that direction with a smile. She makes no attempt to sneak up on them.

Felix and Nicodemus are at a table by a window, with a notable area of no one else seated around them. No signs of attentive waitressing, either. The Galliard has coffee and the remains of a muffin, and he's just stubbing out the last sad bit of a cigarette in a mug he seems to have appropriated for the purpose. "=Most= of what I'm best at ain't exactly appreciated by society at large," he says, grinning wickedly, so if the qualification was meant to keep certain Galliards' egos in check, it may or may not have been as effective as planned. He glances up at the movement that turns out to be Lilah. "Hey!" he greets her, the grin shading into a smile.

Nicodemus turns in his seat to get a look at who Felix has just greeted. He looks Lilah over quickly and offers her a nod in greeting--the nod of someone who might be a friend of a friend but who has no idea who you are at the moment. But he does offer a smile. So there's that.

"Howdy," Lilah greets Nicodemus first, friendly and with a smile, and then moves closer to Felix, grinning. "Hey hey," she says, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "Mind if'n I have a seat?" she asks.

"'course," Felix says, reaching over to try to pull Lilah close enough to steal a kiss, and tug her into his seat, which more or less means onto his lap. There's plenty of other chairs around, of course, should she prefer. "Lilah, this's Nick Dalton. This's Lilah. ...we're all more or less related." It's a good thing there aren't other people close enough to start getting mental banjo music there.

That seems to have been the clue Nick'd been searching for. He offers a brown, leather-clad hand to shake. "Nick Dalton. Kin to the local Walker family. Uh. Stocks analyst? If you ever need that sort of service, that is."

Lilah doesn't seem to mind either the kiss or settling into Felix's lap, and she wraps an arm around his neck casually. The other hand gets extended to Nick, ready to shake politely. "Lilah Sinclair, an' a pleasure to meetcha. I'm married to this'un," she says, patting Felix's chest. "Sorry to interrupt y'all, though it's always good ta meet family."

Felix wraps an arm around Lilah's waist, and offers her what's left of his muffin. It isn't a lot. "Might take a while before the waitress comes t' see what you want," he warns her, "We ain't her favourite table."

Nicodemus looks curiously between Felix and Lilah. "You two are married?" He seems a little surprised, and then seems to become self-aware of how awkward his comment and reaction might have been. "Sorry. You both just seem so young, but I guess I'm just old and crusty in comparison." A beat, and then he adds, "I'm happy for you both."

Lilah takes a bite of the muffin, and smiles at Nick's response as she chews. "You ain't old OR crusty," she assures him. "S'just one o' those things," she shrugs, not seeming in the least offended or as though she feels it's awkward. She offers the tiny bit of muffin back to Felix now that she's had her bite. "You married, Nick? An'... thanks for the congrats!" It seems sincere enough.

With snow falling from the sky, Andrea is dressed in a pair of snug jeggings with fluffy leg warmers over them. A bright puffy pink parka and a knit cap finishes off her ensemble. As she spies her friends, she angles over towards them with a bright and sunny smile.

"Might not get old," Felix says, with a small shrug, and grins again, a bit crookedly, at the addition. "Thanks." He accepts the muffin back from Lilah, and offers her the coffee to wash her bite down with, instead. And then another person's approaching, and it's unsurprisingly still not he waitress. "Hey, Dre," he greets the other teen, flashing her a bright smile in return. "'sup?"

Nicodemus is seated at a table with Felix and Lilah inside a cafe overlooking the hub of the Riverfront Historic District. "No," Nick replies to Lilah, looking a bit chagrined at his own response. "I suppose I ought to get around to that sooner rather than later. It's just very, very permanent-feeling. And I'm probably not a testament to long-term commitment of anything." He sighs. "Maybe it's time to change that."
Nicodemus excuses himself. "I need to get going. Have fun, and enjoy the fresh snowfall."

Lilah gives Nick a warm smile, shaking her head. "If'n ya don't wanna get married, y'know. Maybe don't force it too much." She shrugs, looking a little sheepish, and kisses the side of Felix's head. The Gnawer kin looks up in surprise as she spots Andrea, and nods a greeting to her, giving her a small smile. "Howdy," she says, and waves as well. "How you doin'?"

Tugging her cap off once she heads into the cafe, Andrea gives a grin as she gives Lilah a quick hug, then leans over to smooch Felix on the cheek. "Not much. Just getting out of the house and away from that screaming thing I call a sibling. Ugh. He gives me a fucking headache." She flops down at the table with them. "Whaddup Nicky?"

"Errand to run," Nick says as he passes by Andrea. "Catch you later." And he's out the door and off into the wintery mix outside. His hood goes up, shielding his head from the weather and partially obscuring his face.

Felix gives Andrea a squeeze with his free arm while she's over there, and then uses it to give Nick a light wave of farewell. "Thanks for the coffee an' all," he says, "Catch you 'round." He rests his chin on Lilah's shoulder, then, and looks to Andrea. "He's stayin' where you are? I saw he was born but I didn't get any details. Name, whatever. Sorry 'bout the screamin'. Maybe I'll get you a giant size bottle of 'profen for Christmas," he teases.

Lilah waves to Nick, and idly watches as he heads off. That done, she turns her attention back to Felix and Andrea. "That's a good idea," she says to Felix, of the ibuprofen, and if there's any muffin or coffee left of Felix's, she goes for them in that moment.

Andrea_J leans in against Felix and snuggles in as she slides an arm around Lilah and another around the Galliard for a group hug. "Yeah, well, I stay with Brennan once in awhile to help him out while he is at work. She named him Adam after another older Garou or something she used to train with. I guess this guy ran her passage rite. He ended up being born an Ahroun, maybe. Will find out in a month if he ends up being the 'better' sibling."

There's a bit of muffin and a bit of coffee, and Felix moves both of them to where it's easy for Lilah to reach. His free arm goes around Andrea in return, and he gives both girls a squeeze in that whole hug configuration. "Adam, huh? Not bad. Who's Brennan, his dad?" There's a pause before he says, "...wouldn't make him the =better= sibling."

Lilah listens closely to the two of them speak as she munches on the muffin and then finishes off the coffee. She sets the cup down, and glances at Felix for a moment before looking back to Andrea. "Man's got a point," she says simply, and then carefully leans her umbrella up against their chair.

Wrinkling her nose, Andrea says, "Yeah, he's the father. Fianna kin. Dude is like seven foot tall and built. No wonder mom is climbing his tree." She smirks as her hand plays with the back of Felix's hair. "But, at least she and I got something in common. Both into sexy red heads." She winks to Lilah. "Right? Hunk city."

"Everyone likes sexy redheads. It's a blessing and a curse," Felix says solemnly. "They make us take a vow to only use our powers for good, and never evil." The waitress glances toward their table from nearly half the restaurant away, and one can just about see her weighing the fact that the majority of the table hasn't been served versus the fact that the portion that has is Felix and is still there. She is, alas, apparently not on board with the sexy redhead appreciation.

"Vows're only as good as the intent to keep 'em," Lilah points out with a half-smile, and glances over at the waitress for a moment before returning her attention to the table. "I reckon you got the vow confused, though: you *only* use yer powers for evil."

"That is true, he is quite evil." Andrea says as she leans down to sneak a kiss to his neck, then plucks a menu up to take a peek at it. "I like evil. Evil is damn sexy." As she flips it back and forth in her hands and lobs it on to the table. "So what are you two up to tonight?"

Felix grins, tilting his head just slightly for that kiss, and rubs Lilah's side where his hand's been resting. "Oh, shit, did I get those two mixed up? Which one's good, again? Although on the other hand, if I've been doin' it wrong, seems like it's been goin' okay... maybe I oughta just stick with what works. Rumour has it I ain't actually any good at good." He gives Lilah a kiss to the side of her neck, and rests his free arm across the back of Andrea's chair. "Tonight... I dunno, hadn't really decided yet. Was thinkin' about hittin' a few stores this afternoon, finish up Christmas shoppin'. 'd you have any ideas?" he asks Lilah.

"Yeah, you're terrible at good, but you got evil down pat," Lilah says with a firm nod of her head. "Like y'said, best stick with what works." She glances over at Andrea at her question, listening to Felix's answer and subsequent question before replying, "Shoppin' sounds good. I like that idea."

"We can go shopping if you want. Mall will be insane though." Andrea says as she gives a stretch of her body upwards to pop a few joints. "Not that I've bought anything for anyone. I figure I'd just make cookies or something and pass 'em out."

<OOC> Andrea_J says "You guys can phase me out. I'm gonna do dinner with the fam."

"Ain't TOO worried 'bout crowds," Felix says, glancing toward the waitress who still hasn't worked up the nerve to come back and deal with them, "though I wasn't thinkin' only the mall. There's a few other places, also. I got stuff for some folks, but not everyone I was thinkin'... an' I still need more decoration shit for the library. Dollar store's prolly best to start for that."

Lilah chews at her lower lip for a moment, and then nods. "Mall's not gonna be a good place, but yeah. Lotsa dollar store places, thrift shops, you name it." She shrugs. Andrea takes her leave, and the Gnawer kin watches her go, after saying her own farewell to the other woman, of course. Once Andrea's gone, Lilah finally returns her attention to Felix, tilting her head. "How's the day?"

Felix watches also, although admittedly it's probably not =entirely= the same way. He is, at least, far enough back given their respective positions for it to be relatively subtle. His other arm's wrapped itself around Lilah's waist as well at some point here, and by the time she's starting to turn her attention back to him, he's taking the opportunity to nuzzle at her neck a bit. "...mm? Oh, 'sokay. Nothin' too excitin'... woke up from nappin' in the Caddy, got rained on, saw Nick, came here, then there was you. So, more or less improvin' as it goes. I was gonna busk today but no one's gonna be hangin' around in this, so. Could go collectin' again but eh, don't wanna. Tomorrow maybe. How's yours?"

"Sorry ya got rained on. Though sometimes that's fun," Lilah says with a shrug, and nuzzles up against him, running a hand through his hair. "You need money?" she asks. "Cuz I got some tip money still, an' I get paid on Friday. Seems like the point o' money's t' share it, dontcha think?" She shifts in his lap to wrap her arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

"This one wasn't. It was cold," Felix says woefully, "An' I wasn't even properly awake yet. Well, I was =after=..." He smiles up at her when she twists like that, and one of his hands drifts up to the back of her head. "C'mere," he murmurs, and tries to pull her in for a much more thorough kiss than the one he stole before. What, like their nominal waitress is going to come tell him what he can't do?

"That's some alarm clock," Lilah says sympathetically, and returns his smile almost shyly. She's easily pulled in for that kiss, seeming to enjoy herself, although after a bit of it, she puts her hands on his chest and gently pulls back. Her breathing's a little faster than it might be otherwise, and she murmurs with a wider smile, "Pure evil, like I said."

Felix grins at her murmur. "I'm not evil, I'm just misunderstood?" he ventures, "...oh well. Least somethin' about me's pure, I guess." He leans in and nips at her bottom lip, trying to get that kiss back, at least for a bit. He could be being worse; his hands aren't even wandering. Much.

"Ya got a point," Lilah grins right back, and gives the tiniest of shivers at that nip. She looks exceedingly tempted-- and yet. She pulls back almost teasingly, shaking her head. "Reckon ya did eatcher food, but dessert's gotta wait anyhow." She runs a finger down his chest, shrugging. "'Less you wanna take me home."

"I'd rather take you here," Felix murmurs back, giving her the smokiest look he can muster up, and a small, wicked smile that widens a bit as he adds, "But I ain't unreasonable. 'course, the Caddy's right out there..." It's difficult to tell how much he might be serious and how much he might be aiming to see if he can turn her crimson.

If he's *aiming* to turn her crimson, then he'll feel very self-satisfied after that first sentence. And of course, Lilah lowers her gaze immediately, the blush working its way up to pinken her ears. "Pure. Evil." It's all the kin seems capable of saying for a moment, and then she clears her throat audibly. "I... think I'd prefer to go home, thank ya kindly." As though it was a polite offer she's forced to decline.

Felix does look at least a bit pleased with the reaction, and leans in to murmur quietly by her ear, "Right on the table. Waitress wouldn't have the guts to stop us..." She can probably feel him grin, before he pulls back again. "Well. Compromise, we'll hop in the car an' see where we go from there." Still difficult to say just how much is teasing, though some surely is.

Lilah's breath catches in her throat. She swallows, darting her gaze over to the waitress, and then back to him. Her gaze lowers almost immediately, and she chews at her lower lip. "I reckon. ... I reckon that's a fair compromise," she manages, though it's clear she's not so sure about that one.

"I'm a fair man," Felix replies seriously, only just managing it before he grins again, "C'mon." His hands slide to her hips and guide her up from his lap so he can stand as well, and he takes her hand, drawing her along with him as he heads toward the exit. The relief on the waitress's face at seeing him head that direction isn't even slightly subtle.