Alicia is laying across the couch upon her stomach, working away at a color book. The tip of her tongue is peering out from the corner of her mouth, looking dilligent.

Bernie comes in from the back, unusually enough, carrying what appears to be about ten or twelve 2 or 3 foot lengths of gold-tone wire in one hand. "Scootch over," she demands, cheerfully unceremonious, "...gimme this corner. Looks like arts an' crafts day in here t'day, huh?"

Alicia blinks and sits up, scooting over. "Heh.. I found a coloring book in the attic, thought I'd give it a whirl for the hell of it." She grins, flashing her the disney portrait of mickey an minnie.

"Awwwwwwww," Bernie teases, "i'n't that jus' th' -sweetest- thing?" She grins broadly, squeezing into the cushions in the corner of the couch and curling her legs up to the side of her. "Suitable for framin'. Whatcha gonna do with it?"

Alicia um's a bit and shrugs her shoulders. "Probably just turn the page and start on a new one. Whatcha doing with all of that?" She asks, pointing to the Gnawer's supplies.

Bernie shrugs, with a slight smile. "Like I said, 's arts 'n' crafts day..." She shifts again, crossing her legs indian style instead, and opens her backpack, rummaging in it until she pulls out what looks for all the world like an empty beer bottle with the label removed. "So 'snew?"

Alicia shakes her head. "Nothing new. Yi ok?" She asks, curious and concerned. "She took a beating thats for sure. I swear to god, that kid comes around here, I'll beat his head back into his neck."

Bernie lays a hardcover book in her lap for a surface, and nods. "Yeah, Yi'll be fine, I think. Stupid fuckin' cub..." She shakes her head in disgust. "...he won't be 'round here for a while, though. First off, Adam said he can't come back 'til Elan says he's grown up, an' second, kid's practic'ly dead right now. I mean, Adam only healed him 'nough that he wasn' gonna die right there an' then, -an'- when we got him back t' th' chuch, Kaz hamstrung him. So fuck here, he's not goin' -anywhere- for a while." She sticks the bottle into the space between two cushions, and starts carefully arranging the wires into a kind of asterisk atop the book.

Alicia nods her head, still looking pissed off. "Man.. if Yi was to have died last night, nothing short of killing me would have stopped me from killing him. She saved my life and I owe her so much for helping to get me out of the streets an on the right track in life." Blowing the bangs from her face, she grips her hands tightly, letting the vent slowly wear off.

Bernie shakes her head. "Nope. Pretty sure one thing woulda stopped you from killin' him." Her eyes narrow, "...I was closer." From her tone, it's fairly clear that she doesn't mean she'd have protected him. She sighs a little and sets the bottle in the center of the wires, pushing the crossing of them into the dip in the bottom of the bottle.

Alicia glances up slightly and over to Bernie, giving a grin. "Woo! We are two bad ass bitches. Once Yi gets better, we'll start our own pack an become the Gaia's Angels. Woo-HA!" She makes a karate motion in the air.

Bernie giggles, her grin returning as she works carefully on her project, intertwining the wires carefully about the bottle like ribbons around a maypole. "Heh. Not gonna happen, though, 'licia. Yi's gotta pack already. But we c'n still hang, an' all, 'course." Her eyes remain on her work, trying very hard to keep track of all the overlaps and keep the spacing even. "...so how'd Yi save your life?"

"I was so tripping on drugs you know. Really fucked myself up on them. I couldn't even spell my name if I was paid to. She got stern with me, told me to knock that shit off, or I'd die. She took the drugs away from me, she made me sit in that church until I sobered up. She told me I could make something of myself and she believed in me." Alicia slightly shrugs. "She was also the first to find me during the whole fuzzy thing..she helped me get on the right path to where I'm at now."

Bernie smiles, and nods a bit. "Cool," she replies simply, carefully bending her wires into place. "Yi's a good person," she adds after a few moments, "Glad y' listened t' her."

Alicia grins over to you, then tosses her gaze down upon the bottle and wires. "So..what are you creating?" She asks, wetting her lips a bit with a swipe of her tongue. "That looks neat."

Bernie pauses, regarding the bottle. "'s a vase, kinda," she says, after a second or two. "...an' thanks." A quick smile again. "I kinda thought it might, so I figured I'd try it an' see. Y'know?"

Alicia nods her head and smiles. "You know... maybe you can get some yarn up in there also." She shrugs slightly, quirking a brow. "God, this reminds me of girl scouts.." She thinks for a moment. "Too bad I was never in it."

Bernie smirks. "I was," she replies, "...an' it doesn't that much." A pause, "...maybe a little. We weren't big on crafts though. More camping an' all.. Only did one year, though, 'cause... well, mostly 'cause th' other girls were so... girly. All they wan'ed t' talk 'bout was clothes an' boys an' makeup, an' this was, like, fourth grade." She shrugs, regarding the bottle a moment, and shakes her head, "...no yarn though. Too fussy. Plus, it rots."

Alicia nods her head and grins a bit, reaching out to lightly tickle you for a moment. "Talking 'bout boys eh? Hmph. Who needs them. They are just yucky anyways. So, since yer going solo on the big V day. I'm going to call up Tom an diss him to spend time with you if thats ok. I can fuck his brains out another day, I'd rather hang out with my best friend on a day like that."

Bernie grins, leaving the bottle clasped in one hand as she leans over and gives the other cub a quick hug. "Don't do that," she replies, "'s not fair t' you, or t' him, an' hey, I've done ev'ry other Valentine's alone so what th' hell?" She sounds fairly cheerful, and shrugs a little. "I do 'preciate th' thought, though." She goes back to working on her project, giving it a wry grin as she adds, in a quieter half-echo, "yeah... yucky boys."

Alicia smiles and shrugs her shoulders. "If you insist.. but... I don't know." She offers softly. "I mean.. I'd rather..hang out with you." She's being honest here people, hear her out! "I like Tom and all, but...I dunno, I just feel that we are drifting apart."

Bernie considers that, thoughtfully. "You-he we or you-me we?" she queries, to clarify the ambiguity.

"Tom and I." She softly replies. "I love 'em an all..but, still.. You know that one song by Cheryl Crow?" She clears her throat, then softly begins to sing in her Galliard's voice. "Are you strong enough ta' be my man?"

"God, I feel like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight..." the ragabash sings quietly in response, her alto singing voice actually surprisingly good, and nods, "...yeah. Is he not, then? I mean," she turns in her seat, keeping the things in her lap but rotating her whole body to face Alicia a bit better, "...what's botherin' you an' all?"

Alicia slips her hand into yours, squeezing lightly as she sighs. "I just don't know. I've always dated strong type guys. You know..fearless.." She softly whispers. "Guys like.. Nevada. And Tom, he's a mouse. I'm afraid to get into an argument with him, because he always freezes up and goes submissive. I like to fight you know, its healthy, and I always end up crumbling and giving in to him. I'm afraid to hurt him, or have him be scared. I know I'm full of rage an shit, but my god, I would *never* hurt him, I'd never hit him. I'd die before that'd happen. We have good times together, but my life, it scares him.."

Bernie nods, looking thoughtful again, and squeezes her friend's hand in return. "...y'talked t' him 'bout it? 'cause, I mean... not like I gotta lotta experience t' speak from here, but aren'tcha just likely t' drift farther an' farther 'part 'f y' don't settle th' problems somehow?"

Alicia bites her lip for a moment, entwining their fingers together. "I know... sucks to be me eh? I can't even leave the farm to have a talk with him, and I'd rather not have a talk with him 'here' where he's scared to death to even come by."

"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale of history, the course of true love never did run smooth; but, either it was different in blood, or else misgraffed in respect of years, or else it stood upon the choice of friends, or, if there were a sympathy in choice, war, death, or sickness did lay seige to it, making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any dream, brief as the lightning in the collied night...." Bernie quotes, with a rather wry half-smile, breaking off there, brow furrowing, "...collied night? I gotta find out what that means sometime..."

Alicia blinks at her for a moment, a smile brushing upon her lips. She drags the Gnawer into a strong hug, holding her tight. "That was amazing. Wow, I have no clue what the fuck it meant, but it sure made me feel a lot better."

Bernie grins, hugging back tightly. "Shakespeare," she remarks, as if it were an explanation all by itself. "...A Midsummer Night's Dream." She pulls away after a few moment, and regards the other cub seriously. "Given thatcha feel like there's driftin' happenin' already, you sure you wanna not do somethin' with him for V-day? I mean, obviously tha'sall up t' you..."

Alicia lets out a long breath, toying with the ends of her hair with gentle tugs upon her fingers. "I..." She swallows. "I just wanted to put you first before him you know. Your my best friend.. hey.. kin will come an go right? You only get one best friend you trust open heartidly a life time. I'd rather spend the day of love, with the person.. I care about a lot." She admits, biting upon her lip softly, chewing.

Bernie blushes slightly, and aws softly, though it sounds sincere this time, not like her earlier reaction to the Disney drawing. "...I care 'bout you a lot, too. Here's a thought, 'kay? Maybe we c'n hang during th' day an' I'll help ya cook an' all, an' then he can come by an' eat th' dinner with ya in th' evening. That way you c'n do both."

Alicia nods her head with a smile. "That'd be great! I'd love that." She says with a grin. "Was thinking of doing something simple for dinner really.. I dunno. Maybe we can turn it into a BBQ. Or... maybe we can invite my hopefully kin, and yet, so goregous brother over to...keep you company." Wink.

Bernie blushes, and shakes her head. "Nah, I'd feel weird. Maybe later, some other day. Like, one less socially loaded, y'know? I'll jus' head off an' letcha guys have some time alone, 'kay?" She adds, reassuringly, "I'm pretty good at findin' somethin' int'restin' t' do."

Alicia grins and taps the bottle, then winks. "I'm sure. Oh well, the right guy will definitly come around for you. Hey.. Why don't you blindfold my brother and bring him back here?" She says with a laugh. "I want to see him so badly."

Bernie looks back to the bottle as it's tapped, and blushes slightly again, going back to her work on it. The wires have almost reached the top, now. "...I'm not in any hurry, 'licia. I don't really wanna be lookin', jus' now," she comments quietly, and then switches to the other suggestion: "...hmmm. 's a thought. I guess I could ask him if he'd let us, an' maybe someone could give him a ride here..." She ponders. "...only I dunno if it'd be okay for him t' -be- here, y'know? Maybe somewhere in th' woods would be better?"

Alicia nods her head and thinks about it. "Yah, thats a lot better I'd guess... I don't know, I'd feel a lot more comfortable if he was kin. I really think you should just do the fuzzy on him and get it over with. If he's not kin, he'll forget about it. Good o' delerium."

"...I think someone more 'sperienced than me oughta decide that," Bernie says, finishing the interlacing of the wires and bending the excess into the mouth of the bottle. "I don' really know how th' Delirium thingy works, y'know? An' I don' wanna accident'ly break th' Veil, 'specially when they're already freaked an' clampin' down on big stray dogs in th' city..."

It's evening when the kitchen door opens. A moment later Cindy slips into the living room, "Hey cubs..." She greets casually. "How'd you like the moot?"

"OK.. I agree on that one. We should get a cliath or something to handle that type of junk." Alicia pauses as she turns her gaze to Cindy, a huge grin spreading upon her lips. "CINDY!" Woo. Energy. "Hey, it was dope, thats for sure. Totally bitching. Plop down an join the Gaia's Angels."

Bernie looks slightly startled at the other cub's exuberant greeting, but smiles at the Walker, replying much more calmly, "Hey. Yeah, it was pretty cool... kinda wish Yi let me go on th' revel but from how they came back I prolly woulda got my ass handed t' me..." She removes the closed hardcover book form her lap and slides her completed project -- what looks like a brown beer bottle covered in neatly interlaced goldtone wires as if it were a maypole -- into her backpack, which rests on the floor beside the couch. "'sup?"

Cindy's offers the two a happy grin. "Good... plenty more where that came from." Brown eyes fall on Alicia and the Cliath tilts her head curiously. "High on life, Ali? What's up?"

"..unless they're weird, your kids will eat it," Bernie murmurs to herself in response to the Cliath's first question.

Alicia grins a bit and scoots to the side, then leans against Bernie's shoulder, glancing to the Walker. "High on life? Yah. Usually am when the big day of love is coming up. Its one of my favorite holiday's. Its the one day I bet every male cub will be swooning over me." She winks, jokingly. "Just thinking 'bout stuff. Hey.. now that your hear, maybe I can get a favor outta ya."

Cindy leans against the doorway and she slips her hands into the front pocket of her sweat. "Depends on the favor, what do you need?" She grins in return. Her eyes drift to Bernie.

"My twin brother... Ben.. He's probably a kinfolk. Well, we need someone to test that theory." Alicia answers the Walker. "And you seem to be a responsible young lady with ambition."

"If he's your twin he is kinfolk... why hasn't your tribe known about him until now?" The Glasswalker asks casually.

Alicia rubs her neck. "They know... unfortunatly, my entire tribe are well.. um...guardians.." She replies. "They can't leave the bawn.. an I haven't seen Dante in dark ages."

Cindy smirks slightly, "I'm already treading on thin ice, Alicia. I can't do your Tribe's duty unless your Alpha asks personally. It's like teaching someone else's cub... and if by chance this Ben is not kinfolk than I'm in trouble."

Bernie leans back against Alicia in return, and just listens to this part of the exchange.

Alicia rubs the back of her neck and nods. "I gotcha. Darn." She wets her lips a bit, then drapes an arm around Bernie's shoulders.

Cindy leans in the kitchen doorway as she talks to the two cubs. "Sorry, cub... I might be a Child in blood, but I'm a Walker by choice. I can't jump into another tribe's business without permission...." She lowers her voice as the door opens.

Steven comes in the front door with a bloody shirt on, and a clean flannel in one hand. There's also blood on his face from his nose, and on his hands and forearm.

Bernie looks to the door at the sound of it opening, and blinks as the bloody Fianna enters. "...Good evening," she greets him politely, "need a wet towel or anything?"

The Cliath's gaze drifts to the new arrival. "Steven-rhya..." she greets casually. "...walk into a tree?" Cindy nods her head towards Bernie. "Yes, let's get you cleaned up."

Alicia looks up slightly and over towards Steven, canting her head to one side. "Hi Steven-Rhya." She replies, wiggling her fingers in a way to the other Galliard.

Steven shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm fine," he answers. "Just need to use the bathroom for a little bit. Aislinn beat my ass pretty good. Broke my nose. Among other things." He sounds pretty proud about that. He walks toward the stairs and goes up to the second floor.

Cindy grins at that, "I'll be damned..." She moves out of the kitchen doorway and into the living room.

Bernie blinks again, arching a brow slightly as the Fostern heads upstairs,a nd then grins. "Funky," she remarks, resettling comfortably into the cushions.

Speak of the devil... a heartbeat's space behind the older Fianna, in wanders Aislinn, looking about as worse-for-wear as the Galliard. Except her clothes seemed to have suffered the misfortune of being non-dedicated at the time of a shift, as they're ripped and fraying at the seams.

Alicia looks over towards Aislinn and whistles loudly. "Hey Girl! Good job on the ass beating. Steven said you kicked him from here to China an back. Maybe you can show me a few tips."

"You must be the lucky cub?" The Glasswalker turns her attention to the new arrival. "Congratulations." Cindy offers her a thumbs-up.

Aislinn manages a slight grin, "He's a Galliard... he's prone to exagerate, you know. I landed a few lucky hits. I didn't exactly come away unscathed." She looks around at the (mostly) unfamiliar group of people, and says, "Aislinn Baird, Fianna Ahroun cub," by way of introduction.

Bernie lifts a hand, waving lightly to the new cub. "Hey," she greets her in the usual casual tone. "Bernie Rosenberg, Ragabash 'Gnawer cub. Niceta meetcha. We're impressed anyhow."

Cindy nods her head politely. "Cindy Rawlings. Shows-The-Path to Garou. Philodox Glasswalker Cliath."

Alicia giggles. "You already know me. We met before. Hey, plop on down an talk.. unless you..well... I guess you should get cleaned up first. Too bad Steven's in the shower." Ums. "Use the sink in the kitchen? I got some clothes upstairs if ya need 'em."

Steven comes downstairs with his fresh shirt on and the blood all cleaned up. His hair's also been combed and neatly parted.

Aislinn shrugs a little. "I've been worse. And I still have a few of my things stashed upstairs, myself."

Cindy offers Steven a polite nod and she slips her hands into her front sweater pocket again. The Cliath falls silent for the moment.

Steven fixes Aislinn with a wide smile. "What do you want to eat?" he asks her.

Aislinn grins at the other Fianna with a mock-wary expression. "What are you good at cooking?" The others might notice the strange, almost familial, way the two Fianna deal with each other. At least at the time being.

Steven sets a thoughtful expression on his face, and shrugs. "Beer, I guess. I can also make sandwiches. But, ah, that's not so much cooking, I suppose. Sandwich?" His grin is easy.

Alicia grins and wants to make a comment such as 'He can make beer.', but safely keeps her trap shut. Leaning against her best friend, she stiffles a quiet yawn.

Aislinn laughs, despite any after-effects of pain from the sparring. "Sure, a sandwich is good."

"Phew." Steven exhales and pushes past the other Garou into the kitchen. "It'll be ready when you get some proper clothes on."

Bernie grins, watching quietly for the moment, and leans back against Alicia. "Tired?" she asks her fellow cub, softly.

Alicia shakes her head a bit, looking to Bernie. "You know.. I have a pick up line that just came into my mind." She wets her lips, casting her eyes slightly towards the kitchen, then coughs once. "Nope.. not at all.. Whatcha wanna do books?"

"You two be good..." Cindy offers to the Garou on the couch. A smile is flashed towards Aislinn and then the Cliath moves towards the exit. "Congratulations again. Goodbye Steven-rhya!" Cindy offers aloud.

In the back of the house, "Bye", Steven says, from the kitchen.

Aislinn smiles a little tiredly, herself, at the two cubs, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd better go change clothes...":

In the back of the house, Various doors open, things rattle and rustle, and the fridge door opens more than once. The Fianna starts to hum some martial sounding Celtic tune while he works.

"We're always good," Bernie assures the 'Walker earnestly, though her eyes sparkle a bit mischeviously as she says it. Returning her attention to Alicia, she asks, "...I dunno, whadda -you- wanna do?" She glances up at the Fianna cub with a grin, and gives her a quick wave before continuing to the Gaian, "An' 'course now I'm curious what came t' mind..."

Alicia nods her head to Aislinn and smiles. "Okie... Hey.. Ais'. If you ever wanna hang or something, we're usually 'round. It'd be nice to have another person to chat to."

Aislinn nods, "Thanks.... Be right back..." With that, she heads upstairs.

Alicia turns back to Bernie and shrugs. "I don't know really. I was thinking 'bout maybe heading to the Caern. Seeing if I can find Adam near by, if not, do a bit of soul searching."

Bernie ahs, considering that. "Like, alone soul searching? No prob. Th' Lone Boulder's pretty good for that..." A pause, "...'zat within where you're 'llowed t' go?"

In the back of the house, The fostern cracks open a beer, and sounds pretty pleased with himself if the tenor of the humming is indication.

Alicia nods her head and pokes. "I wanted you to come with me too. Duh." She says. "Its nice to do some thinking with someone else. I like to think outloud."

"Oh!" the other girl replies, a bit startled, and grins. She lowers her voice again, intending to prevent it carrying to the kitchen and the Fianna therein. "Yeah, a'ight then. I gen'rally do that by myself, 's all. Sounds like a plan. Lemme get my flannel first, though. 's freakin' freezin' out there."

Alicia grins. "I have a heavier jacket if you want to use it Bern. Or, we can alway do the four legged fuzzy an run around out there."

In the back of the house, The humming's stopped now, since Steven seems intent on drinking a beer at the moment.

Aislinn lifts her hand and waves at the two cubs again, moving on towards the kitchen. "No offense," she says with a smile, "But, y'know, food."

"None taken," the Gnawer cub replies, grinning back, and shakes her head to Alicia. "This is fine, just warmer with the flannel. And it's easier to think in homid. At least, if you're thinking homid thoughts. Aloud," she points out.

In the back of the house, Steven about finished with a bottle of Guinness, and there's two sandwiches to one side of him. "Turkey," he says, poking at one plate. "Roast beef," he says looking at the other. "Which one you want?"

In the back of the house, Aislinn shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me. Besides. Greatest share, all that. The way I see it, you get to pick which one /you/ like best, first."

In the back of the house, Steven takes the turkey sandwich then, heads toward the table, first stopping to get another beer. "Rides-Fire said you should come down to our packlands in your wolf form. He'll find you and then. Just tell him who you are and why you're there. Everything should be okay."

In the back of the house, Aislinn picks up the roast beef sandwich, then chuckles at the Galliard. "Should be, hmm?"

In the back of the house, Steven opens the beer, twisting off the cap. "Make sure you announce yourself politely with a howl. Lupes can get a little twitchy about unknown wolves running through their territory."

In the back of the house, Aislinn nods, taking a bite from the sandwich. After she swallows it, she responds, "I can understand that..."

In the back of the house, "Just to follow up," Steven begins, drinking from the bottle, "as I was saying out in the barn, Rage is a powerful force when you can focus and control it. Sometimes, though, Garou with a high Rage have trouble controlling all that anger. They go into what we called a Frenzy. And sometimes, that loss of control is so virulent it's tainted by the Wyrm."

In the back of the house, Aislinn nods. "So its important to know how to control it..."

Alicia nods her head and smiles, standing up. "Ok.. Well, lets go I guess." With that said, she offers a hand down to the new moon.

In the back of the house, Steven nods authoritatively. "Most definitely." He finally eats his sandwich, continuing to talk through chewing. "One of those mixed blessings. Our greatest gift and our worst enemy at the same time." He swallows. "You should start trying to harness your Rage, Ais, but wait until the moon's thinner. When it gets fat, it gets harder for our kind to hold down all those emotions."

In the back of the house, Aislinn chews thoughtfully on another bite of her sandwich, and nods.

Bernie accepts the hand, hopping to her feet and scooping her backpack up from the floor. "Be right back," she announces, almost sprinting up the stairs. True to her word, she bounces right back down them within a minute or two, adjusting her jacket, the flannel now serving as an extra layer beneath it. "Okay," she declares as she hits the ground again, "-now- let's go."

Alicia smiles and runs a hand back through her hair, then ties up the dyed blonde and dark strands into a pony. Brushing down her clothes, she gives a quick grin to her best friend, then passes to the kitchen.

Steven is sitting next to Aislinn, eating his sandwich and drinking a bottle of Guinness.

Bernie follows Alicia through the open doorway, hands resting in her jacket pockets.

Alicia pauses for a moment, offering a quick wave to Aisling and Steven. "We're taking off to the Caern to do some praying an stuff like that. We'll see you later." She casts a quick gaze towards the female cub, a light smile touching her lips. "Bye Aislinn. Take care."

Aislinn lifts her free hand (the one without the sandwich) and waves, "See you two later, then."

Steven's good eye narrows at the other cubs, but he mutters, "Bye," toward them.

"Later," Bernie echoes cheerfully, with a quick return wave. "Have a pleasant evening." With that, she ducks out the back door behind Alicia.

[Center of the Caern]

"So anyways Bernie, When is yer' birthday? I need to pick ya up a pretty cool gift one day." Alicia says, heading into the center after a few whispered prayers to the spirits here.

Bernie grins. "You gotta while t' think on it," she replies, wandering in alongside the coggie cub, "'s not 'til November twenny-secon'. When's yours, anyhow? I know I oughta know."

Alicia grins at her best friend as she looks around the Caern, drawing in a deep breath. "Decembah eleventh. Jus' passed also."

Bernie nods, considering that. She grins again, and gives Alicia a mock-superior look, "...so I'm older than you, huh? You better respect your elders."

Alicia bursts out laughing and sinks down to her knees, letting both hands touch the grass. "Yes, Rhya." She grins coyly, then closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

In contrast with the other cub's almost reverent descent, Bernie just drops crosslegged in one swift but uncharacteristically graceful move. "That's better," she remarks, still teasing, and stretches a bit, looking around.

Alicia swallows a few lungfills of deep breath, eyes still closed, drinking in the night. "Mmm.. I could sleep here every night if I wasn't afraid that bugs would crawl through my hair."

Bernie considers that. "So sleep as a wolf," she suggests. "...or jus' wash your hair soon as you get up. If I was gonna worry 'bout bugs crawlin', I'd worry more 'bout 'em wanderin' inta my ears... they never have, though, so hey."

Squall traipses down the slope, running a hand through his thick hair to tuck it back behind his ears. He snorts loudly, rolling his eyes at Alicia's comment. "Bugs are nothing. It's the birds ya gotta watch out for." Cracking a grin, the Wendigo offers a quick wave to all there.

Alicia turns her head around and laughs, seeing the Wendigo. "No, I think its those weird lil wendigo cubs who like to give wedgies I should be afraid of."

Squall's eyes widen from their normal squinty almond shape, as he lets out a bray of laughter. "Oh please! You cheat, you wear thongs. It's not even worth attempting a wedgie if ya cheat that way." Feigning hurt, he sniffles, and casts his eyes upwards, looking like a soap opera actor that just found out his mistress is pregnant and is plotting his wife's revenge in a most sinister and obvious fashion.

"Why should you be afraid of -that-?" Bernie asks innocently, "I thought you had th' perfick thong d'fense..." She grins over at Squall, lifting a hand in a light wave.

Alicia smirks. "Let me guess? To bypass the thong, ya ganna shove a thumb up my ass an impale me?" She asks, batting her eyes.

Squall grimaces. "Why would I do that? I could just lace your thongs with white ground pepper and let your ass burn off the old fashioned way." He veritably preens, apparently happy with such an idea.

Bernie shakes her head in mock dismay. "Cubs these days!" she exclaims. "Tch. ...anyway 'zat really th' most effective way? I mean there's..." She breaks off, glances at Alicia, and grins, "...never mind."

Squall snickers, shaking his head slightly at Bernie. "Just wait'll I hit Cliath and get on a wicked sugar buzz. Gaia hath no fury like a Wendigo cub that's found Pez."

Alicia takes a breath and smirks, looking over at Bernie, wagging a finger. Then to the wendigo, she replies. "Squall, give it up." Pretty smile. "Its really not worth losing that goregous, long hair of yours over something as trivial as this."

"Mmmmmmm," Bernie remarks, homer-esque, "...Pez." She leans back on her elbows on the ground, uncrossing her legs and pushing them out straight.

Squall shrugs, flipping a finger through his bangs, the hair drifting away from his eyes. "Do ya really think I'd cry myself to sleep if ya ruined my hair? Wow, that's sad. All this time away from you must have really weakened your mind or something squirt, 'cause that's a pitiful excuse for a prank." He flops onto the ground, still grinning like an idiot, legs sprawled out in front of him and leaning on his hands.

"Then I guess you won't miss it." She shoves her hand into her pockets, pretending to search around. "Hmm..now.. where are those scissors at." Could she be faking? Maybe, maybe not. That jacket definitly has /huge/ pockets.

Squall smirks, tucking his bangs behind his ears again, and apparently happy just to wait for her search to end.

Bernie snickers, eyeing the Wendigo's hair. "I've gotta pair, 'f you don't, 'leesh," she remarks idly, "I mean, swiss army knife, so they don't cut a lot at once, but hey, they're pretty sharp."

Alicia pulls out her switch blade and smirks, pressing the button, letting the steele pop out. "Ooh.. so do I.. C'mere Squash." She grins, pretending to reach out for him.

Squall's eyes narrow on Bernie, then Alicia, as he grumbles slightly to himself. "Like to see ya try it..." He stands his ground, at least managing not to backpedal. "Ever seen what happens when powdered paint gets put into a shampoo bottle?" He grins.

Bernie smirks broadly at Squall, arching a brow. "Yes," she replies bluntly. "Th' 'ffect 'f ya put it inside th' showerhead's cooler. But there's better things for both purposes, really..." The smirk shades into an evil grin, just briefly.

"Hey, I can always live my life as a wolf an bathe in a pond." Alicia says, pushing herself up, heading to the Wendigo. "C'mon, you said you didn't care, just a lil off the top?"

Squall babbles, hopping to his feet and holding up a hand to ward off Alicia. "Bah, alright alright. So I like my hair how it is."

Bernie laughs, watching the battle of the coif. "Don't worry, Lady Lovelylocks, 'm sure she c'n be talked outta it..."

Alicia smiles and stops as your hand pushes against her chest, not her boobs mind you. She grins, twirling the blade quickly through all of her fingers expertly, then snaps it shut.

Squall preens, eyes wide, as he strikes a pose after flipping his hair over one shoulder. "Really? Ya think it's lovely?" He snickers then shakes his head, the hair settling back into it's shaggy and somewhat helter skelter look.
Squall says "I gotta find something to tie it back with, then I'll finally look all Wendigo like."

"Dahlink," Bernie replies, putting on an atrocious 'snob' accent, "lovely, lovely ees not zee word, wif hair like that, YES! You must star in our next shamppo campaign, you will be the envy of all, zee way eet sparkles een zee light!"

Alicia giggles and steps away from Squall, trailing a finger gently under his chin teasingly as she passes by him. "So Squall, what are /you/ doing for Valentines day? Besides thinking of me with a bottle of lotion."

Squall gasps in mock surprise at Bernie. "Really? Do ya mean it?! I could be a shampoo model? Yaaay! Does that mean I get to sleep with supermodels?"
The Wendigo rolls his eyes at the Gaian and sighs. "Silly girl. Err...wait, it's V-day already?" He blinks, glancing from Bernie, then back to Alicia. "You're kidding right?"

Bernie looks Squall over critically. "Yup," comes the verdict, before she grins again, "...I think you're jus' Fabio's type." She colours slightly at Alicia's implication to Squall, but mostly ignores it. "Really, day after t'marra, bucko. Better go out an' get him some flowers."

Alicia smiles and flashes a coy look over her shoulder to Squall. "It sure is. And I like 'white' roses. Thank you very much." Flipping her hair back, she giggles. "And Bernie likes traditional red."

Squall's face turns into a slight frown, the snipes and jokes falling on apparently deaf ears. "Dammit, I can't believe it's V-day already..." He takes a deep breath and lets it out quickly, still staring off at nothing. After a moment or two he seems to realize he's spacing out slightly as he glances up and cracks a slight smile. "Bah, you'll both just have to settle for something home made. Got a few things I can think of already, but they're not flowers."

Perhaps wisely, Bernie looks slightly wary at the prospect of 'something homemade' from the other Ragabash. All she says, though, is, "Yeah, time flies, huh? Someone gonna kick your ass 'f you forget?"

Alicia grins a bit. "Uh oh.. does Squall have a special someone he's thinking about?" She bats her dark eyes, sinking back down to her knees next to Bernie.

Jaw clenched, and teeth already grinding. "My mother." Squall takes a seat again, not saying anything else for the moment. He picks up a twig and begins the process of breaking it apart into ever smaller pieces.

Bernie glances sidelong at Alicia, then back to Squall. "...I'm gonna go 'head an' assume we're not walkin' inta Oedipus Rex territory here," she comments, "an' ask: 's wrong?"

Alicia raises a brow up slightly and wets her lips some, waiting for Squall to begin or finish.

Squall can't help cracking a grin at the mention of the incestuous Greek bastard. "Just that every V-day I can remember was somehow like... The complete opposite of everything it's supposed to be." Glancing at the two girls he realizes he'll have to elaborate. Taking a slight breath and flicking his eyes up at the sky. "Last year, my mom's idea of telling me she loved me was knocking my ass across the living room, 'cause I wrote her a letter telling her how much I appreciated everything she'd done for me, and how much she loved me."

Alicia frowns and wets her lips with a swipe of her tongue. "Well..thats fucked up." She looks up to Squall and tries to smile. "I love ya."

Bernie winces at that. "Lovely," she remarks. "...yeah, that's fucked. ...so this year you'll have a better on, yeah?"

Squall nods once, sharply, before throwing the pieces of broken twig as far from himself as he can get. Taking a slow breath and finally meeting eyes, he smiles apprehensively. "Sure as hell hope so. It's not any easier considering I'm still kinda coming down from PMS, but I just had no idea it was so close to V-day already."

"Well, its just a silly human festivity day. Bernie an I aren't doing anything special. Maybe you can join us for dinner or something?" The Galliard casts a quick look to the Gnawer, then slowly gazes at the ground, going silent.

Squall shrugs. "I don't know. I'll stop by, but probably won't stay too long. I'm gonna be busy sulking and brooding for awhile, living up to my title of Poster Boy for an Angst-Filled Youth." He grins.
Squall's brow furrows for a moment, and he swears under his breath... "Doesn't help that this month is full of 'special days'."

Bernie grins at Squall, and shrugs, "Come by an' bug us if y'wanna anyhow. We'll be 'round. Hey, we could even have a brood an' sulk workshop: Angst for Cubs, 101." She pauses, thinking. "What else's special? Presidents' Day?"

Squall snickers. "Oh and wouldn't that be a blast? We could all write dark poems about suicide, and cry about how our parents never hugged us enough. Oh yeah, I would sooo dig that." Licking his lips, eyes almost wincing, he quickly answers Bernie's question. "Yeah, President's Day. It's a big downer.."

Bernie apparently finds that one harder to understand. "....you're allergic to White Sales?" she queries, with the ghost of a smile.

Squall blinks for a moment.. "White Sales? Um...hokay, yeah. Allergic to White Sales." He nods once, grinning uneasily.

"Well... I dunno 'bout here, or whereever you grew up, but in SoCal, Presidents' Day's mainly 'n excuse for a day off school an' a lotta half-off sales on linens. An' sometires tires an' 'lectronics. No clue why," the Gnawer cub explains. "...how come it's upsettin' also?"

Squall says, "I uhh..really hate linen. Hate it with a passion. Evil shit." He starts gnawing a bit furiously on his lower lip, averting his eyes.

Bernie eyes the Wendigo, finding that somewhat unlikely. She doesn't push, though, "...yeah. Can't trust those sheets. Kids put holes in 'em, wear 'em t' be ghosts for hallowe'en? 's not 'cause they're an' easy costume. It's 'cause they're -creepy-." She shakes her head. "I say burn 'em all an' let God sort 'em out."

[...sadly, here my server was lost, and when I made it back, they were gone. Alas.]