It is early in the morning and the doors to the library opens up to reveal Andrea. She has a bit more of a tan in her face and body, with light blue streaks in her hair. Wearing a pair of skinny jeans with slashes across the denim and a baggy sweater, she heads for the kitchen as she calls out, "Hey, anyone home?"

Monday morning is not one of the ones that most often sees Felix getting back to the Library after the sun does, but today is apparently an exception. He's just over halfway up the stairs at the sound of the door being opened, and turns, hopping down a few to see who's arriving. When he does, he grins, and vaults himself over the spiral staircase's balcony to head her direction, landing remarkably precisely considering how drunk he probably is. "Dreeeee!" he greets happily as he heads in her direction, "'sup?"

At the sight of Felix, Andrea gives a wide grin. "Hey red, what's up? Glad to see you are awake and .... sorta sober?" She says as she reaches out to give him a hug. "Found out Idol cancelled the top ten summer tour they usually do to promote us, so they send us all home. Even before the big finale this Thursday. So.... here I am. I am home."

Felix returns the hug, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up to swing her around, then aiming to give her a kiss when he sets her back down. "Nope! I... am 'bout half-wasted right now," he informs her cheerfully, "Fun night. And you're home! Welcome back. How come they cancelled the tour, though? Totally cancelled, not postponin' or somethin'?"

"Totally cancelled. This was the last season of Idol and decided not to throw anymore money at it. Whatever, La'Porsha is going to win anyways. That girl is ridiculous. No one has a chance against her." Andrea says with a grin once she is put down, wobbling a step. "To be honest, I am glad I got out when I did. Top six is not too shabby."

"Well, that sucks. Tour'd be fun," Felix says, and almost automatically opens the fridge, pulling out a partially-drunk Coke bottle and eying the other contents. There's a couple pizza boxes and a cake box shoved in there taking up most of the room. "You want somethin' to drink, or a snack?" he offers, looking from it to her, the grin spreading again once he does. "Yeah, she prolly will. She's damn good. You did great, though. See, I told you you had most of 'em beat easy."

Andrea shrugs her shoulders upwards. "Well, I fit a nitch, but cute white boys with guitars always go far. La'Porsha just has the best voice. I think I did okay. Mostly got by on my looks I think." She says with a grin as she reaches in and snags a coke, then peeks at the cake. "Congrats on the sex? Who got laid?"

"I went all the way from Memphis to St. Claire," Felix replies in a slightly-too-sincere tone of agreement, and opens up his bottle, taking a drink. He steps aside to let her at the fridge, looking her over as she leans in. "You can get awful far on good looks an' charm," he says, "...in anythin'. But talent sure as fuck helps." He gives her rear a light smack and leans up against the counter, laughing at the question. "Lotta folks. Me. You." Wicked grin. "But the relevant one's Justin. Finally. Figured he deserved some acknowledgement." He's still pleased with himself.

Smirking at the swat, Andrea glances back over at him. "Justin, huh? Well, congrats to him I guess. Hilarious you got a cake for him. Was there a big party also?" She asks as she cuts a slice of the cake off, then pops a bite into her mouth, followed by a sucking of her fingers.

"See, =I= thought so!" Felix says, looking even more pleased that the inherent hilarity is recognized. "An' nah, though that woulda been hilarious too. Save it for when I get another chance. Gotta be other virgins around here someday." He reaches out to try to catch her hand and help her with the licking-off of frosting.

Andrea smirks as he licks her fingers off. "You're obviously in a mood." She says as she reaches around with her free hand to goose his rump. "I haven't even unpacked yet. I just flew in last night."

Felix laughs again at the goose, then looks up at her from the finger, lifts a brow, and licks another bit of frosting from it, more intently and while watching her. The grin returns, and he steals another bit of frosting from a different finger with one of his own, then licks it off from there instead. "You seen folks yet?"

Andrea smirks and pulls her hand back, then pokes him in the nose. "Down boy. And no, I haven't seen anyone yet, or even told mom I am back. She wasn't home when I got in. I kinda didn't tell her I was flying out. Figured I would make it a surprise."

Felix wrinkles his nose at the poke, and smirks back. "Followin' my stellar example, I see," he says, "...though I reckon it mighta been kinda awkward if you hadn't been home when I got there." Couple weeks late for that to occur to him, really. "Good surprise, though." He considers a moment, washing down the frosting with a sip of his drink. "I could try an' arrange meetin' her later an' you could just go instead," he suggests, "Then you won't hafta wait around hopin' the times work."

Andrea gives a shake of her head. "Nah, I will just call her and meet up. We should talk about stuff anyways. I think I left a lot of my heart out there on the stage and it was pretty ... what's th' word.. therapeutic?" She rubs at her nose with the back of her hand. "What has been going on here?"

"Ain't much of a surprise if you do it that way," Felix says, leaning up against the counter again, but shrugs. "Yeah, that's prolly the word." He tilts his head, glancing toward the ceiling as he considers. "Well, lessee. We threw a combination rave/frat party in the Queen's Tower lobby for April Fools, that was fun. I'm officially Fostern, got a new deed name an' shit. An' I took over as pack Beta. J sent Watcher to the wild to learn to Uktena more, Watcher thought we were pissed, it's all sorted out now though. An' he got himself a mate, prolly havin' pups soon. Excelsior broke up. Did all the Sept leadership shit happen before you left or after? 'side from that..." Another shrug. "Not that much new, really, I guess."

"Oh. I didn't know Excelsior broke up. Geez.. no wonder mom has gone quiet." Andrea says as she rubs along her jaw. "That was like .. her baby, you know? She was so proud of stepping up and putting together all these upper ranked wolves and leading them. They did a /lot/ together."

Felix nods, "Yeah, they did a lotta stuff I've heard mentioned," he agrees, "...an' yeah, I reckon it's gotta be hard on her. I mean, even the other shit aside, pack's... pack. It ain't widespread knowledge yet, I don't think. Them endin', I mean." He reaches over to try to steal part of her slice of cake.

"Huh. I wonder what happened." Andrea says as she chews on her bottom lip, then lets him have the rest of the cake. "At least the moon is small so she may not bite my head up if I talk to her about it." She rocks back and forth on her heels with a grin. "By the way. I'm pregnant." She says as her smile flickers away, shoulders shrugging.

Felix takes the cake. Ha. He has a large bite, which he stops chewing about halfway through when she tosses off that last comment. Blink. He studies her a moment, brow furrowed, while he swallows the bite, and then asks: "...no shit?"

Andrea nods her head as she slips her hand into her pocket, then pulls out a test stick to hand over to him. "One line means you're fine. Two means you're screwed." She says as she lets out a slow breath. "So ... I would understand if... uh .... you don't want me to ... you know ... tell mom..."

Felix washes the bite of cake down with a fair-sized swallow of his drink, then sets both it and the rest of the cake on the counter, reaching over to take the stick from her and take a look. "I-- mine?" he asks, which is probably not high on the list of smoothest reactions of his life, although he does at least seem to realise it, almost immediately glancing sidelong to her and adding, "I ain't tryin' to say nothin'. I just. Y'know. Ain't somethin' I was expectin'." He still sounds more startled than anything else, staring at the lines. "That's... kinda awesome," he says quietly, still looking at it, the corners of his mouth shifting into a very small, rather uncharacteristic smile, though it disappears when the other bit of what Andrea said sinks in, and he lifts his head to look directly at her again, eyes widening a touch. "Shit. She's gonna kill me, ain't she."

"Nah. April Fools. I ain't pregnant." Andrea says as she flips the stick into the garbage with a smirk on her face, then heads over to the sink to wash her hands off. "But, someone is. No clue who. Found it in the garbage can in a Mickey D's bathroom when I was taking a piss last night at the airport. So, you're safe from both mom and Lilah."

Rage: >>> You rolled 4 dice at 8 diff (10 9 9 9): 4 successes. <<<
You spend 1 willpower and are now at 6 out of 7.

Felix does not look quite as relieved as one might expect. If one's going to play pranks on Garou, it's the right moon for it, but even so there's a decidedly dangerous aura that comes with that flash in his eyes, even before the tension becomes obvious in his stance, in the curl of his hands, the clench of his teeth, the moment of clear and difficult effort of will. "'propriate, you're late," he says flatly, and without even appearing to look for it snags the bottle from where he left it as he heads toward the door, strides long and harsh.

"Yeah, well -- fashionably late." Andrea says as she squints her eyes at him. "Are you actually upset? I thought you'd be doing some kinda Maury dance about how you're not the baby-daddy." She says as she follows after him, wrinkling her nose up.

"Takin' a fuckin' walk," Felix snarls, and yanks the door open with more force than he really ought to be able to apply in that form; a hinge groans. Possibly that helps, because he pauses, hand still tight on the handle, and takes a deep breath, then lets it out. "I'm goin' for a walk," he says then, managing to at least =sound= more in control of his Rage this time, "'round the block or some shit. Then I'm comin' back."

Letting out a loud sigh, Andrea says, "Okay then. See you later. I'll just head home or something. Sorry, I didn't think you'd get upset by that." She says as she slips her thumbs into her pockets, rocking on her feet.

"Don't--" Felix starts, and breaks off with a frustrated growl, pulling his hand off the handle and instead swinging the outer side of his fist hard against the door as he continues out. It's not a true punch, and the heavy, solid wood is too strong to be damaged even if it were, nothing but a deep thunk from it and a grunt from the Galliard to mark the action.

Once he leaves, Andrea creeps to the door and peeks out, then heads out the other way as she shoves her hands into her pockets.