<OOC> Isabella says "Poor Felix gets to babysit the kin."
<OOC> Lilah says "hahaha"
<OOC> Felix grins.
<OOC> Felix says "Does he have to be a responsible sitter?"
<OOC> Isabella says "LET'S GO SHOPPING!"
<OOC> Isabella says "..ohwait.. we're poor."
<OOC> Felix says "LET'S GO SHOPLIFTING!"
<OOC> Isabella says "YEAH!"

A storm has moved in and opened the heavens to rain as it pours down upon the streets of Saint Claire. The scent of grass and concrete mingles in the air, coupled with the sting of burning o-zone as lightning flashes overhead to deliver an electric zap and boom. Andrea is tucked beneath a tree wearing a thin hoodie that is pulled over her head, a pair of destroyed jeans and fingerless gloves. A thin choke collar is wrapped about her throat in leather with a single ring of steel in the middle. Next to her is a duffle bag full of 'stuff' that she has been wandering about with. Her hands have an old, rustic guitar that has seen it's fair share of miles with glyphs carved into the wood. As she plays, her voice can be heard echoing through the lonely park as at the moment she is the only one out in this wet drizzle. "Far away .. to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm. I'm unafraid. Sunless days .. in my sheltered milky way .. in Saturn's rings I feel no pain. In my heart, and in my head .. oh the Saturn girl has always bled .. No you're not from this world .. Saturn girl..." The strumming of the strings plink away innocently between rain drops as she drops her head back against the tree to feel the wash of Luna's tears upon her face.

Isabella walks along through the park in the freak winter thunderstorm, making the most out of the unseasonably warm air with a dogged drive. It's been little secret around the library just how much she detests the cold and oftentimes more resembles a be-robed yeti than a girl for the amount of clothes she wears. She's got a few layers on still, but with stereotypical yellow rain boots and a lopsided old umbrella she seems none the worse for it as she strolls jauntily along.

Felix and Lilah are lucky enough to have a giant golf umbrella, so they're not getting too wet-- it's got a broken rib or two, but hey, it works! Lilah's not seeming to mind the cold as much as she might usually, since she seems focused on running into rain puddles and jumping in them. She tries not to splash Felix's boots, but probably he's getting splashed to some degree anyway. She's giggling at the moment, walking backwards away from him, though she stops altogether at the sound of the playing. Her head tilts to the side, and she turns around to try and seek out the source of it. When she spots Andrea, she listens for a moment, and then looks to Felix.

Felix is in his fluffy coat, which is probably part of why he's bothering with the umbrella today -- Lilah is probably the other part, even if she does keep running off and leaping in puddles. "Hey!" he protests as one of her leaps spatters his jeans, and takes a big jump in it himself, grinning. It doesn't help with the issue of his jeans getting splashed, but it does get revenge on her! And it's fun, by all appearances. Music gets his attention at well, although slightly after Lilah's. He takes a look as well, and then returns Lilah's look, giving her a faint shrug and redirecting into the park toward the younger kin.

With the wet hoodie pulled over her eyes, Andrea does not see much in front of her besides the guitar in her hands. Her fingers dance along the strings, followed by a tap of her hand against the wood to create a beat. The song is slow paced and steady, something tucked away in the 90's and forgot about. "I can't explain ... why I don't belong to the same world, I don't fit in, and I will not stay. I want to fly ... oh I long for my violet skies, astro nights, my peace of mind. Oh in my heart! In my head! Oh the Saturn Girl has always bled!" Her voice erupts outwards with grit in her throat as the strumming grows louder, almost angry.

Isabella is a bit ahead of the other two Gnawers and walking partly backwards at interval to watch their antics with a laugh. "Hey now, if either ya'll fall on your butt by slipping in a puddle I am not picking you up." In short order, like the others, is soon turning her head towards the music and mutters. "Sure sounds sad."

Lilah laughs as she's splashed as well, shaking her head. "If ya can't stand the rain, stay in the kitchen. I think that's how that goes," she murmurs, and then she looks between Felix and Isabella. Distractedly, she says to Isabella while they walk toward Andrea, "It do. And you would, too."

"What if we fall on our butts doin' somethin' else, wouldja pick us up then?" Felix inquires, and as they pass another puddle off the path, steps suddenly into it to make another splash. Just because it's there. "...ain't any good for the guitar," is his contribution to remarks on the song, for now.

As familiar voices find Andrea's ears, her chin tilts upwards and she peeks out of the drawn over hood towards the trio of Gnawers. Reaching up to pull the fabric back away from her face to reveal her chestnut brown hair, a few of her bangs are tied into thin braids with a small bead dangling at the ends. She looks tired with large bags under her eyes, an she pushes herself up to her feet. "Hey guys." She calls over the rumble of thunder.

"It's heat and kitchen, Lilah." Isabella says to her fellow kinswoman with a smile. "Guess it could be 'can't stand the rain, stay inside? Eh. Doesn't have the same ring. And if you fall cuz of your own foolin' you can hoist yourself up!" As they approach Andrea and the girl greets them, she gives a tip of her head to the unfamiliar face. She looks to Felix and Lilah, though moreso the Garou.

Lilah smiles over at Isabella's correction, shrugging lightly. "Reckon you're right," she says with a nod. Her gaze shifts up to the sky, and then she's eyeing Andrea thoughtfully. "Howdy. How you been? S'mighty cold out here." She pauses for a long, pregnant moment before adding, "Seems like we could all do with goin' somewhere warmer. You uh, wanna go with us?"

"Nah, it's 'ain'tcha got enough sense to come in outta the rain?'" Felix counters, addressing the actual 'quote' to Andrea more than the pair of Gnawer kin, though she gets a grin along with it. "Evenin', Dre. Soundin' good. Maybe ain't lookin' quite your shiniest, though." A glance to the bag, more than the guitar, and back to her. "Everything goin' okay? Oh, this's Isabella, she's our kin. From the same town as Lilah. Bella, this's Andrea. Kin too, but different branch of the family."

"Everything is fine, was just on my way home from school and got side tracked. Just wanted to play." Andrea says as she slings the old guitar over her neck and shoulder, then leans down to pick up her bag. "Where are you guys going to?"

Lilah chews at her lower lip, though Felix's counter gets a faint smile out of her. "We hadn't rightly decided yet, but were thinking vaguely 'party'wards. But now I'm thinkin', maybe we grab somethin' t'eat first, maybe?" She glances to Felix at this, as though maybe he's holding her purse strings this evening. "It sounded good. The playin', I mean."

"Friday night, sun's gone down, ain't much moon in the sky," Felix says, "I was thinkin' a lot more than 'vaguely'. Just dunno where, yet..." He reaches out, though, offering to take the bag with his free hand, the umbrella still in the other. "Reckon I could eat, though, if y'all're hungry. Or we could go back an' drop your stuff at the Library if you wanna come on the hunt."

"You guys are going to a party?" Andrea scrunches her nose up a bit. "I know of one that is happening tonight, but it's at one of those stuck up girl's houses. I'm not invited though." Passing the bag to Felix, she gives him a small smile, then bumps her shoulder against Lilah's. "Hi Isabella. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meetcha too, Andrea." Isabella says with a wide, warm, and infectious smile to the Gaian kinfolk. "Food and a party sounds good. I could go for some excitement! Night's too good to waste moping around in a dusty old library. Hm, dunno how good we'd be at party crashing though, but I bet I could charm my way in." She says with a bat of her eyes.

Lilah bumps Andrea's shoulder right back, nodding. "Yeah, we hadn't found one yet, but if'n you know about one, I reckon that sets us straight." She chews at her lower lip. "I doubt I could charm my way into a gas station bathroom, if I weren't supposed to be there in the first place. But I reckon Felix here's charmin' enough for the both o' us."

Felix throws his arms out, bag and umbrella and all, doing a near-Mary-Tyler-Moore twirl and tilting his head back to the rain, and sings, "Oh, girl, let's crash the party! Eldorado on the lawn, hey hey hey! Let's burn holes in the carpet, kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long!" He laughs, adding, "Shit, I actually HAVE an Eldorado now... anyway, fuck invited or not. If the party's any good we oughta get in fine. And if it's not, well, maybe we can do somethin' about that." He bumps Lilah's shoulder with his as he starts sauntering back out of the park, putting the umbrella over them again, "You're plenty charmin', doll. But as I was sayin': fuck invited."

"Eh. I really don't wanna see .. uh .. those girls." Andrea admits as she rubs the back of her neck a bit, then elts out a long and tired yawn. "Maybe we can go find something else ... like .. what is that club down town that lets minors in? The meathook or something?"

<OOC> Andrea_J says "Blah. I should call it here. :( Can say Andrea went off to change clothes at the library."
<OOC> Felix says "Maybe she needs a nap."
<OOC> Felix says "...can we get the address of that girl out of her, btw? O:)"
<OOC> Andrea_J says "Sure. Can say rich girl is in the burbs."
<OOC> Isabella says "So: they get food as a quartet, then Andrea decided to turn in?"
<OOC> Lilah says "Sounds good to me?"
<OOC> Felix says "Sounds reasonable... she was just falling asleep on her feet. :)"

On the upscale end of town there's a small development on the edge of the city limits. It's rife with riches and all sorta of niceties and finery. While the Gnawers lack such things, Isabella at least has done her best to doll up. It's more gypsy bohemian than anything with draping belts and mismatched scarves over jeans and a long tunic shirt that may have once been red but had faded out to a grey-pink. An assortment of cheap dollar store bling is on her wrists and her hair's done up in a messy bun. She drives the Gnawers to the edge of the street and parks her old camper van off the main drag so as not to draw attention to it not fitting in.

Lilah's looking considerably more cleaned up than usual, herself. Her hair's been pulled up into a messy knot, one of those 'I just threw this together' looks that works for a situation like this. She's wearing jeans, but her top is, well, fancy. Believe it or not. If asked, she'd explain that Briari gave her a bag of clothes, and of course offer to share some with Isabella, although perhaps they were running out of time? Regardless, Lilah will offer to share them in future. The top looks something like this:
and she wears it with a pair of strappy heeled sandals, a little less worn down than her usual, but still not anything near 'new.' To finish it off, she's got the coat she had on earlier, which is a fluffy faux-fur coat, periwinkle blue. She leaves the getting in mostly to the two of them-- Bella would no doubt have noticed by now that Lilah's a pretty terrifically bad liar.

<OOC> Isabella has a Cha and App of 4, Manip of 2. She doesn't lie but she's got good cleavage? XD
<OOC> Felix says "Cha 4, Man 3... and Persuasion. O:)"
<OOC> Lilah says "Hahaha. Yeah, CHA/APP 3, MAN 2. And she hates lying. :P"
<OOC> Felix says "(...also app 3, but it's less useful as a guy.)"
<OOC> Lilah says "Hehehe."
<OOC> Felix lies like a freakin' rug. Although not necessarily now. We'll see.

Felix spends a fair amount of the meal trying to convince Andrea that, "c'mon, it'd be fun! Eat their food, drink their beer, piss in their potted plants or somethin'," but to no avail. Alas! But since the Gaian's too tired to go out anywhere once there's food in her, and he DID manage to coax the general location out of her... game on! He doesn't change at all, since hey, he was already dressed with party intentions, though he is a little disappointed at Isabella's desire to take the camper instead of the Caddy. Although realising that makes it easier to pull Lilah into his lap along the way goes some distance to assuaging it. He's picked up a mostly-full bottle of whiskey while they stop at the library, squeezing it into a pocket for the time being. When they arrive, he offers each of the ladies an arm and strolls toward the house in question, eyeing it up as they approach. Important to know what stage of party they're aiming to enter, after all. The music is audible from the corner of the block, so that's a good start, right?

Isabella leaves Lilah to choose her preferred side of Felix, as even kin should respect another's territory - including menfolk. She takes up the other side, locks up the van, and then begins to walk with the others for the party. "It ain't the classiest ride to a party but it's a proven getaway vehicle! And if we manage to find some useful things to bring home, even better. They're rich. Surely they aren't needin' all that."

Lilah picks Felix's right hand with a warm smile to Bella as she does so. She lightly bumps his shoulder with her own, and then settles into the walk toward the party. "I think it's purty classy," she says in all seriousness, and adjusts her top slightly for about the thousandth time since she put it on.

"See, knew I liked you," Felix says to Isabella's last couple sentences, giving her an evil grin. As they stroll he adds, "Caddy's a proven getaway vehicle too, for the record. But the camper's sure got plenty of room." He hums half under his breath as they approach the house; it's the song currently escaping from the place, and he may or may not be aware he's doing it. There's sounds of laughter and such as they near, as well, but as yet no signs of anyone puking in the bushes. Cars are all along the street, ranging from five year old Camrys to a couple brand new shiny BMWs and Benzes, and Felix looks several of them over with a decidedly appraising eye, and a faint sense of temptation. But there is a different goal here! Therefore, towards the front porch they head, and Felix tries the door to see if it'll just open and let them stroll in -- you never know. Easier than ringing the doorbell, but of course that's always plan B. Well. Usually.

"I can't even imagin' what it's like havin' that much money." Bella says with a longing, sad sigh as she too looks to the line of gleaming cars under the streetlights. "They're all so pretty." As they come to the door, she lets go of Felix's arm in order to straighter her clothes and pull her shirt down a little lower. "...may be poor, but I use what my mama gave me..." She mumbles as she flips a few stands of hair back off her face and preps the starts of what is sure to be a most glorious and charismatic smile.

Lilah shakes her head, agreeing with Bella's lack of imagination without a word. And the other kin's not the only one giving wistful looks about-- though in Lilah's case, it's at the house itself for the most part. She, too, adjusts her shirt-- though not down so much as 'nervously.' Again.

"More'n they fuckin' need," Felix mutters, glancing over the cars. "...we could always come back an' pick up the camper later. If we wanted." He shakes off the creeping edge of anger with a toss of the head and a straightening of his shoulders, and flashes a grin at the door. Alas that does not make it any more willing to just open, so... he ignores the doorbell and knocks. It takes a few moments, but a rather tipsy looking young man pulls it open. Behind him, the party's looking pretty decent so far -- food, drink, dancing, a group playing console games, inevitably a few people sitting around being wallflowers. The guy at the door isn't the only one looking rather drunk, although he is the one who gets the full force of Felix's we're-here-the-party-can-start-now grin, and presumably Isabella's as well. The latter is perhaps more effective in this particular case, since he's drunk enough to just blink at her beauty like a deer in the headlights for a moment. The guy's just starting to check Lilah out as well and open his mouth as Felix puts the bottle of whiskey in said guy's hand, a movement that, as the Gnawer steps inward as well, subtly pushes their sort-of-greeter back further into the house and makes room for the trio to enter. "Hold this a second," Felix says by way of greeting, and slides off his coat, then drops it over his arm and reclaims the bottle. "Thanks. Where d'y'all want coats?" he inquires, continuing to head in as if he owns the place.

The double-blasted grin of professional charmers and then they're in. Isabella is all loose and easy, but unlike Lilah who may blend fairly easily the attractiveness of the other Gnawer kin does have a drawback. Several of the clan that is likely the second-most-popular girls looks over from the next room and size up what is clearly competition in their eyes. A few mutter among themselves with a look of disconcerted confusion. Who is that girl and who is she with?

Lilah gives a soft smile to their drunk 'greeter,' and stays close to Felix and Bella, probably feeling out of place, but at least doing a halfway decent job of hiding it now. She slides out of her coat with a little shiver, and passes it to either Felix or the greeter, whoever should happen to look like they're willing to take it.

Door-guy may or may not be quicker on the uptake when sober, but currently he looks pretty discombobulated, and gestures toward a relatively nearby door, with an eloquent, "Uh..." Felix accepts Lilah's coat without breaking stride and heads toward the indicated room, while their greeter stares after, watching the girls walk and entirely forgetting to close the door again until a presumably-friend walks by and gives him a light backhand to the side of the head. The Gnawer tosses the coats onto the bed that seems to hold everyone else's, taking a moment to case-- uh, take a quick look around the room before he emerges again. The muttering among the little clique of girls increases slightly as he strolls back to Isabella and Lilah and they get a better look at him. One of the words in their muttering may be 'Andrea', but they still look confused, and even less pleased when a tall guy who might as well have 'varsity football' written on his shirt starts heading toward the new arrivals with a clear focus on the taller kin.

Once they're in that other room, Lilah takes a brief second to plant a kiss on Felix's cheek, and that seems to wash away some of her nervousness. She hasn't noticed the muttering yet, as her attention appears to be on her own group rather than her environment.

Felix has noticed the muttering, but doesn't seem bothered by it; he focuses on the group, waiting until the next time they're looking that way to give them a particularly wicked smirk. Some of them look entirely unsure how they ought to react to that, though a couple attempt an 'as if' look and one in particular looks as though she just noticed he was armed. Which, of course, he isn't. At least not in any currently visible way. The one who seems to be the little clique's leader glares at him, but he keeps her gaze challengingly until she looks away. Staring down a werewolf is definitely the advanced course. Lilah's kiss to his cheek makes the slight tension that had been rising there dissipate, and he turns his head to kiss her lips. None of this, however, does anything to dissuade Isabella's would-be new friend from his approach. At least he seems to have come bearing beer?

Isabella seems unbothered by the approaching jock. Hey, he's varsity, right? Maybe. "Well hey there." She says with her drawl in full effect and a lazy smile on her face. "This is a mighty fine party ya'll got goin' on here. My compliments to the hostess. You'll have to forgive me, just moved to town and I figured I'd come on over and get to know the new faces. I hope I'm not intrudin'."

Lilah has no problem returning Felix's kiss, and she playfully bumps her shoulder up against his as they head out of the 'coat room.' She smiles to the jock as well, though she aims to make it a politely distant smile. She says nothing for the moment, letting the two of them schmooze their way out of this one and trying not to mess it up for them.

"Well, I guess that explains why I haven't seen you at school," the jock replies, giving her a smile that clearly isn't used to meeting a lot of resistance, "I definitely would've remembered." He does indeed offer her one of the cups he's holding, the standard issue big red plastic solo type; it does seem to be full of beer currently. Felix (rather hypocritically) rolls his eyes at the line, but hey, it wasn't for him, after all. He offers Lilah his hand, starting to lead her toward the drinks, "C'mon. I ain't nearly drunk enough yet." Apparently he's pretty sure Isabella can take care of herself -- or at least yell if she needs backup.

"Oh yeah, just started this week after break." Bella says to Mr. Jock as she takes the glass with a winning smile. There's a subtle side glance as she tracks where Felix and Lilah are off to but she doesn't go drawing attention to them. "Why thank you! So kind. Name's Bella. What do I call you?"

Taking Felix's hand, Lilah squeezes it gently and replies, "Me, neither. ...me, neither!" When they reach the drinks, Lilah blinks at the variety of offerings on hand, but it's a beer that really catches her eye. She reaches out to take one for herself and one that she offers out to Felix with a smile. She gives a small glance to Isabella and the jock, before turning her entire attention back to her date.

<OOC> Isabella is ganna let Bella fade here, I think, and smooze her way around. Maybe pocket something ritzy and electronic if she can. XD I'm so braindead. She's available to bail to the van if needed.
<OOC> Lilah says "Okay, sleep well!"
<OOC> Lilah says "Thanks for the scene!"
<OOC> Felix says "Okay! Thank you for the scene! I'm sure she can pocket a thing or two. Felix plans to. ;)"
<OOC> Felix says "If there's any kind of rumpus... maybe she's in the bathroom. ;)"
<OOC> Isabella hugs! It's not stealing, it's bringing home party favors.

Felix accepts the beer from Lilah, snubbing the opener on the table and pulling his pocket knife out to open both hers and his instead. He keeps half an eye on Isabella and her suitor; flirting's one thing, but he's gotta watch out for his packmate's interests here. But hey, it's all fine for now, and he gives Lilah a light nudge, subtly indicating that little knot of girls with a small tilt of his head and a flick of his eyes; they're trying so hard not to seem like they're focused on Bella and the guy that it couldn't be more obvious, and they look =pissed=. "Fuckin' hilarious," Felix murmurs, with a faintly malicious little half-smile. He slides an arm around Lilah's waist, although it's almost immediately gone again as he inspects some of the snacks on the table, and "Hey, jello shots!" His turn to offer to her, this time. Orange!

Lilah smiles as he opens her beer, thanking him quietly, and then looks where he indicates. She looks amused, but not nearly so much as he is, and not that maliciously, either. "It kinda is," she's forced to agree, however, and leans up against him in that brief moment that his arm's around her waist. She grins broadly at the news about jello shots, accepting the orange and immediately flipping it into her mouth. Dainty she's not, at least at the moment. "Music's not half-bad, neither," she adds.

"Those're some of the chicks fuck with Dre," Felix sort-of-explains, "'cause one of those other jocks--" He pauses, glancing around; his gaze falls on a rather good-looking guy dancing close with a very pretty brunette, "...that one, pretty sure -- asked her out, when he was bangin' one of the blonde patrol. Which she didn't know. Anyway, he tried somethin', she said hell no, he came back an' started talkin' shit about her bein' a slut, an' they've been fuckin' with her since. So I reckon this's the least they deserve." A second glance at the guy, his eyes narrowing slightly; possibly he has opinions on what he deserves, also, but if so at least he's not arranging the presentation just now. "It'd be funny anyhow; just makes it better." He has one of the Jello shots himself, not the least bit dainty either. Although it would look weird on him if he were. He grins at Lilah, then, as he sets the little cup down on the table. "Yeah, music ain't bad," he agrees, "so you oughta dance with me." But not before he has another Jello shot, because as mentioned, he's not nearly drunk enough yet. Plus, there's strawberry ones.

As Lilah listens to the explanation, her brow furrows, and she shakes her head, clearly disapproving of those girls-- and that guy, definitely. She chews at her lower lip, glancing over at the jock briefly, and then looks to Felix, giving him an impulsive little kiss. "I reckon I might could do that," she allows, and reaches for his hand once he's had that shot, squeezing it lightly.

"Well then, if you'll allow me the honour, Mrs. Sinclair?" Felix asks, giving her a small bow over the hand and a grin, and then turns to draw her along with him closer to the speakers. Dancing has spilled over from the furniture-cleared area to various other parts of the room, which he seems to approve of, but for now he's heading to the 'proper' place for it. Beer still in hand.

"I believe I will," Lilah says with a smile and a nod of her head, her body relaxing a little as they head out onto the 'dance floor.' Her beer's still in her hand, though the other is of course linked with the Galliard. Once they've reached that 'proper' area, she takes a sip of her beer, then dangles it from her fingers as she wraps an arm around him.

Felix wraps an arm around Lilah in return, and there's somewhat less attention being paid to the pair of them now, as their presence starts to become part of the new normal of this party -- and they're not causing anyone any major existential threats by, say, being gorgeous and not clearly unavailable. Being pretty good dancers does get a glance here and there, however.

It's true, they ARE pretty good dancers. Lilah's style has probably gotten a little more raunchy during her time with Felix, but to be honest, that still leaves it fairly tame. Currently she's even tamer than usual, given that she's not yet drunk. She's drinking her beer now and then, but mostly her focus is on the dancing.

Tame is not an adjective which has frequently been applied to Felix in any context, but hey, he's just warming up, right? Plus avoiding spilling his beer. And matching with Lilah. So he's tamer than usual, as well. He'd still probably get in trouble at a school dance, though. Especially when he pulls Lilah in to be kissed.

Lilah smiles warmly at Felix in that moment before their lips meet, and she clearly doesn't have any intentions of pulling away. So that kiss is allowed to linger, her arms wrapped around his neck, until either he pulls back, or they get kicked out, whichever's first!