So! It's almost evening, and so Lilah's headed home from work. Her hair is loosely pinned up today, and she's wearing her Denny's uniform-- blouse tucked into black pants. She looks a bit tired, but that's to be expected from a long day at work. She has a doggy bag from her work in one hand, and the other holds a thermos. Without calling a greeting out just yet, she heads on into the library and shuts the door behind her.

Already inside the library is Justin. What type of hilarious thing could he be in the middle of at the moment? For a change, nothing. He is fiddling with a first generation Game Boy that he has taken apart in front of him and is working with a screw driver. Tilting his head upwards, he spies the kinfolk and gives a smile.

It's probably not a big shock that she's also greeted by guitar again. Felix is over in the recreation area again, this time in the middle of Welcome to Paradise. He's probably been playing for a while, but he's still pretty energetic about it. And medium-loud. He glances at the door when he sees it moving, and gives Lilah a grin and a chin-up of greeting; it takes another line and a half for him to get to the solo before he also calls over, "Hey, doll!"

When Lilah spots Justin, he's greeted with a smile and a little wave on top. And of course Felix is also greeted with a smile and ANOTHER wave. She's just flinging waves all over, the hussy! "Howdy," she says, perhaps even audible over the solo (but perhaps not). "How y'all doin'? I brung Felix some dinner, didn't have enough cash for two, but you're welcome to what's in here," she adds, jiggling the thermos. "Vegetable beef stew. They gave me a real discount."

Rubbing at his nose, Justin turns the screwdriver a few more times, then takes out a volt meter from his backpack and starts to put the diodes on the logic board. "It's okay. Gnawers are supposed to be hungry. It's how I keep this incredible body in shape." Flipping the Gameboy around, he flicks the power button on and peers at the screen as it lights up.

Felix can't hear much of the conversation, if any, but at least he definitely does see the wave. Most of his attention goes back on playing while they talk, displaying the kind of focus all his report cards claim he seems entirely incapable of for the next couple minutes while he finishes the song. There's a slight pause while the last chord dies away, and then he turns off the amp, setting the instrument down gently, and heads across the room toward the other two.

Grinning, Lilah shakes her head at Justin. "I dunno that we're *s'posta* be hungry, but we sure are sometimes. Here, I'mma leave this thermos for ya. Ya want it, great. If not, I'll just feed it t'the rats later." She walks over to rest the thermos next to him, before adding, "Oh, an' Felix may or may notta got 'round to tellin' ya yet, but Slug stopped by last night, left a buncha baked goods, too. Said they was stale but still tasty, an' that's about the half of it. S'good stuff in there." She turns to listen to Felix's playing for several moments, and brightens as he heads over toward them.

"Sure, thanks Lilah. You're da' real MVP." Justin says as he watches the screen light up, then connects a small box to a port on the gameboy. Using the controls, he taps the buttons a few times, then launches a porn. Well, at least whatever he was working on seemed to have worked, regardless of content. "Slug, huh? Darn. Was hoping to talk to him." He mutters glumly.

Felix slides an arm around Lilah's waist and tugs her in for a thorough, if reasonably brief, kiss hello. "...hey," he greets her again when it breaks, the grin returning. "How's things, beautiful?" A genuine question, though he gets almost immediately distracted from it by the success of Justin's fiddling, "Oh, hey, that doin' what you wanted now? ...Slug said he's gotta talk to a few people about the vampire thing, an' then they're goin' to put together a plan. Sounded like he's at least thinkin' about the time thing; said he didn't wanna rush into it, but he didn't wanna let 'em screw around too much neither. So, there's that."

Lilah blushes lightly and turns away from Justin and his Gameboy porn. That's a phrase that doesn't go together often! "Sorry ya missed 'im. I'm sure he'll be back 'round for ya t'catch him sometime soon," she tries to cheer him up, and then there's kissage to attend to! She smiles at Felix, and then nods her head. "Things is good. Rough day, though. Had a busy day paired with out-sick co-workers. Not a good pairin'." She keeps smiling, though, not too upset about it, and hands over the bag of food to Felix. He'll find inside the Lumberjack Slam, otherwise known as two pancakes, a slice of grilled ham, two bacon strips, two sausage links and two eggs. And toast. But no hash browns.

Turning the Gameboy off, Justin says, "Yeah. got it to play porn on an eight-bit screen. It's hilarious. Pixelated penis." He lobs the device into his dufflebag, then pushes himself up as he snags the thermos to let it warm his hands. "He better not fucking bail on us and get all the big dogs involved and then forget we exist."

Felix takes the bag and Lilah's hand, leading her back over to the couches, so he can flop on one and tug her down beside him before checking out what's in the bag today. "Pixelated Penis sounds like a song title. Maybe a band, in a pinch. ...I need a drummer and a bassist," he says, and to Lilah, "I still think you'd prolly be pretty decent on drums. Sorry 'bout the busy, though." He pulls the toast out of the bag, smirking at it for no obvious reason, and kisses Lilah on the cheek before taking a look for jam and butter. "Yeah, he wasn't real forthcoming with anythin' I tried askin' about really, but I reckon he was pretty preoccupied. Still. We can always try an' make sure we ain't that easy to forget."

"It does," Lilah is forced to agree with Felix. "Sounds more like a band name than a song, t'me. An' I dunno. Mebbe I'll try out drummin' or somethin' sometime." She settles into her seat beside him, and then turns her attention to Justin. "How'd you get so good with electronics 'n the like? I get confused as heck by that stuff." She smiles at the kiss to her cheek, and then asks the two of them, "There any new information 'bout all that?"

"Just good with this stuff I guess. It makes sense to me when I look at it. Grandpa taught me a lot also when I was a kid, mostly cars, but this stuff isn't too hard." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders as he uncaps the thermos, then takes a few sniffs of the soup. "And no information here. Of course." He sighs out heavily. "Everytime a bad guy comes to town, they end up missing shortly afterwards, like they can't bother with us."

Cutlery even! Felix doctors up the toast while they're talking, Justin's explanation getting a nod. "Well, it ain't hard if you're the kinda person it makes sense to when you look at it," he says, with a quick grin to the Ahroun. "Awful useful talent, anyway." He leans to bump Lilah's shoulder lightly with his, and tilts the open bag toward her. "That happen a lot, then? 'cause if so, we oughta do somethin'. Not that I got a plan or nothin', but... somethin'." A bite of toast. "...how's your trap comin'?"

"That stuff don't make *no* kinda sense to me," Lilah states the obvious, "...but 'm glad it makes sense to *some*body, cuz you do real good with it." She bumps Felix's shoulder lightly back, and waves off the offer to share the bag with him. Though a moment later, she changes her mind and reaches in to try and snag a piece of bacon. "I'm keepin' an ear out at work... Slug said mebbe people might talk while they're eatin', talk about missin' folks 'n the like. I reckon it can't hurt."

Giving a nod of his head, Justin takes a sip from the thermos. "Speaking of, I should hit the streets and crash over night in tent alley. Just make sure that none of our people go missing from there. Moon is still thick enough for me to feel froggy and I may get lucky."

"You want company?" Felix offers immediately; it's his own moon now, and the possibility of that kind of 'luck' makes it suddenly obvious how different from the Full it really isn't. Lilah can of course snag that bacon, despite the demurral. She doesn't even get it teasingly withheld this time! "Slug was sayin' how he's got a lot on his plate, so I'm thinkin' there's also more things that need dealin' with than the vampires. All he felt like sayin' about it was avoid Queen's tower an' trust my instincts, though. ...at least the first part was somethin' I didn't necessarily already know to do." The last a bit dry, and he finishes the toast, then snags the other pieces of bacon from the bag.

Lilah munches on the bacon as she listens to them talk, nodding a bit at points. She offers once they're done, "If'n you both go, lemme know whatever needs done 'round here while you're gone. Or heck, even if y'all *don't* both go. Or if y'all need anythin' else."

"Oh, nah man. I don't wanna take you away from make-out time." Justin says as he heads for the door, snagging his windbreaker off the self-made jacket rack near by. "And Slug is full of shit. He doesn't have anything on his plate sides' jerking off and hanging out with the bird. I'll catch you two later."

"It ain't like I ain't a big fan of make-out time, but there's fuckin' priorities," Felix says, shaking his head. Lilah gets the most faintly apologetic of sidelong glances. "And if I don't have shit to do, I'm gonna start comin' up with shit to do. ...fuck, whatever." He finishes the bacon, and rips a sausage in half before eating part. The other part gets offered to Lilah, though it seems sort of like an afterthought based on it still being in his hand. "Have fun."

Lilah just smiles softly to the apologetic glance, and she waves off the sausage politely before turning back to Justin. "Ya need anything, please let us know. If'n it's somethin' we *can* do, we will." He's given a smile, and then she leans back in her seat.

"It's cool. Sides, less of us out there won't spook the crazies. Have a good night amigos." Justin says as he heads out with a yawn, snagging his fireaxe that he had leaned against the wall next to the door.

Felix watches Justin depart, and then drops his head back onto the back of the sofa, making a frustrated noise around a mouthful of the second half of sausage.

Lilah turns toward Felix, tilting her head a little, and then leans in closer to him. Without interrupting the quiet left in Justin's wake, she rests her cheek on his arm, and ruuuubs his arm with her cheek, eyes tilted upward to try and keep an eye on him.

Felix's arm moves away after a bit of the rubbing, not to stop Lilah so much as to slip itself around her shoulders, drawing her in closer. He sighs, after a moment, and looks to the bag again, snagging the second sausage. "I need shit to do," he says, giving the meat a look as it this might be its fault, "and I need folks to do it with. Or at least =near=. At. ...To. I can be flexible on the," just the ghost of a pause, briefly glancing aside, "preposition."

Lilah wraps an arm around him, and rests her head on his chest now. "I dunno what a preposition is," she admits without sounding embarrassed about it, and shrugs. "Never was good on the parts o' speech. Verb. Noun. But past that it gets kinda hazy." She kisses his chest, and then looks up at him, nodding. "You need someone t'do stuff to, there's always me," she says in what might be a surprisingly bold tone. "But if'n ya need more'n that, well. We can work on that, too. I reckon we can think up somethin', we put our minds together."

Felix looks rather embarrassed that he does. "There was a song," he mutters. "Anyhow. If I didn't have you to do stuff to, and with, I reckon I'd prolly've exploded or somethin' already." He kisses her on the forehead, adding, "...not that I'm not plannin' to take you up on that plenty more. There's shit that takes the edge off for a while, but I ain't made to just sit around on my ass and pretty soon I'm gonna start goin' out of my fuckin' mind."

With a shrug at his embarrassment, Lilah says simply: "I was impressed." She smiles at the kiss to her forehead, and threads her fingers through his. "If you start goin' outta your mind, we'll go somewhere. Do somethin'. Your guitar playin' is real good-- gives ya a chance t'practice it even more. An' there's me, an' I'm sure we can think o' stuff to do." Although she clearly means it in a lascivious manner, there's no leering on her part. She leans in to kiss the edge of his jawline.