The moon is finally thin enough that it's hard to argue Felix ought to stay away from normal humans without suggesting that should always be the case, and therefore, he's not. To be fair, quite a number of normal humans are staying away from him, instead, but hey, that just means he and Lilah get a little more elbow room in the club than they might otherwise. Getting her in took a bit of bouncer-wrangling, and seemed maybe a bit more of a near thing than previous times, but in the end: success! He's clearly happy to be there, full of energy in a rather less unsettling way than a couple weeks ago.

Indeed, Lilah didn't even begin to suggest they should stay cooped up. If he didn't immediately suggest it when she got home, she'd get around to it after her shower. Right now, she's dancing along to some super poppy dance number, and she's doing a pretty good job of it. It's not like she's trained or anything, but she's having a good time, and it shows.

Felix dances with her, of course. He's also doing fine at it and, more so tonight, also having a particularly good time. He's gotten hold of drinks for them already; she can't be quite sure, but she may have a reasonable suspicion he's gotten hold of most of the cash that was in the wallet of the rather drunk and somewhat obnoxious guy in very expensive clothes who was standing next to him at the bar, as well. Luckily, said guy seems to have no such suspicion himself. Felix finished that first drink pretty swiftly, the better to get out on the floor where they are, and as the current song shades into the next one, he pulls Lilah in closer for a kiss.

Lilah kept pace with him on that first drink; she's no Garou, but she's not a lightweight, either, so it hasn't really affected her yet. Give her another drink or two to start hanging on him overly much. She smiled at him warmly when he brought the drinks back, and she gives him that same warm smile now, just before their lips meet.

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Luck 1: >>> You rolled 1 die at 6 diff (4): 0 successes - failure. <<<
Luck 2: >>> You rolled 1 die at 6 diff (1): -1 success - BOTCH! <<<
>>> First luck die: is the guy apologetic; second: how is he going to take being confronted.
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Felix goes to dip her with the kiss, and someone behind her decides that's the perfect time to start walking without paying attention, talking to a girl over his shoulder and bumping right into Lilah. Felix straightens them both back up, and she can see a brief flash of anger in his eyes as he looks toward the cause of their trouble. The guy glances them over with a smirk -- no apology -- and Lilah can probably feel the further spike of temper in the Galliard even if the others around would likely be fooled into accepting the appearance of mild, but calm, annoyance in his expression and voice as he says, "Watch where the fuck you're goin'."

Perhaps unpredictably, Lilah actually smiles at both Felix and the guy, looping an arm around Felix's waist. "It's all right," she says, though it's questionable which of them she means. "It was just a little bump. Seems like ya coulda apologized, but what's done is done." This last bit is to the other guy, of course.

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NPC's man/sub: >>> You rolled 4 dice at 6 diff (1 1 2 3): -2 successes - BOTCH! <<<

Despite Lilah's pleasant diplomacy, the guy's eyes narrow at Felix, and he gives the Garou a very obvious sizing up, equally obviously finding him wanting. There's a good few inches in height and a fair number of pounds between the pair of them, all on the other guy's side, though he may not be in quite as good shape. "The fuck'd you say to me, little man?" he asks, "You oughta be the one watching out, someone's gonna step on you. Or maybe they already did." Felix... smiles at him. There are too many teeth. "I said," he replies, taking a step forward, "watch the fuck where you're goin'. Asshole." Maybe it's that smile, or something about the delivery, because although it's not the most stunning repartee the Galliard's ever come up with, it somehow bespeaks danger beyond what seems obvious. Particularly to the guy, apparently, because he entirely fails to hide how he suddenly looks a hell of a lot less confident about the situation. People who were brave enough to be dancing around them before are a bit further away, now.

Lilah looks between the two of them as they square off, watching things as they play out without interrupting, at least at first. She winces at the man's reaction, particularly the insults, and it's probably clear to Felix at least that she's more wincing at the man's no doubt imminent beatdown. Her lips purse, and once Felix has replied (and the guy looks not so sure about things), she gently suggests, "Why dontcha quit while you're ahead. Ain't nobody gonna think less o' not gettin' all three o' us kicked outta this joint."

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Felix takes another step toward the guy, the smile not faltering. He does a damn good job of giving off the impression that not only is he pretty damn sure he could pull the guy's spleen right out of his abdomen, he'd also really, really enjoy finding out if he's right; one might think he'd had practice coming off that way. Or maybe that it's just true. The guy holds up a little better all the same this time, though it's still not great and given the previous reaction -- and the fact that he inadvertently steps back -- it's clear enough that it's currently a very fragile facade. "...I got other shit to do," he says, just managing not to let his voice waver, and turns on his heel to head back the way he originally came, grabbing the hand of the somewhat uneasy-looking girl he'd been talking to in the first place and dragging her along with him. Felix lets him go, eyes on the guy's back until his disappears into the crowd, and then snorts softly, shaking his head. And then it's just gone, and he suddenly flashes Lilah his usual grin, pulling her in for that kiss again as if nothing had even happened.

Although Felix may not notice, Lilah looks relieved as the guy moves off. While the Galliard watches the man move off, Lilah's watching him, head tilted thoughtfully. Whatever she's thinking, though, she's easily brought back in for kissage. She gives as good as she gets, her hips starting to sway with the music again, even as the kiss continues. But eventually all good things must come to an end, and when that kiss does, she strokes his cheek lightly, saying nothing.

Felix gets back into dancing without hesitation, keeping Lilah quite close for the next song. There's still somewhat more space left to them than there was before, but it gradually closes in to the previous level over the next song or two, as crowd turnover and the short memory of the tipsy and excited work their magic on the increased wariness. The cheek stroke gets a smile, and the Galliard seems inclined to lose himself in the music and movement with her for a while, rather than try to chat over the din.

His smile gets one in return, and Lilah seems similarly inclined to lose herself, right down to closing her eyes as she dances. She didn't look too tense before, but now she seems even more relaxed. If she noticed the wide berth they were temporarily given, she certainly didn't comment on it.

It's not unusual for Felix to be amused or even satisfied by that sort of edging-away effect, Lilah will surely have noticed, but currently he either doesn't notice, doesn't care, or doesn't want to show one way or the other. It's a few songs of just dancing with her, paying little to no attention to the non-audible parts of the rest of the world, before he leans to speak near her ear: "Gettin' thirsty?" It's not much of a lean required, since he's been dancing pretty much right up against her for the majority of the current song, at the least.

Somewhere in all that dancing, her hand's ended up on his hip, and her eyes are closed as often as they're open. She smiles softly as he leans in, her eyes briefly closing once more, and then she nods her head to his question, quite firmly. While he's so close, she nuzzles in against him, though she does let him go eventually so he can deal with the drink issue.

Felix shows no problem with putting off drinks for a bit in favour of that nuzzling, one hand at her waist and the other finding its way to the back of her neck, the better to draw her in for another kiss when she starts to let him go. Clearly not a hurry. When it breaks, he doesn't let her go entirely, instead taking her hand and drawing her along with him out of the press of people on the dance floor and into the rest of the room. "You want anything particular?" he asks, with a glance toward the bar.

Justin has arrived.

With the thinner moon, Felix's suggestions of things to do are in less danger of attempts at redirection from Lilah, and thus they've actually made it to a club. Sure, about half the people there find themselves inclined to stay away from him anyway, but that just means a bit more elbow room, right? The pair've been there a while now, mostly dancing; at this moment, Felix has just led Lilah off the dance floor and paused to ask her something, quietly, with a glance toward the bar.

Pack> Justin says "Would Felix have mentioned anything to packies?"
Pack> Felix says "Sure, why not? Might've invited Justin, but maybe Justin was busy at the time."

Heading into the club after being let in through the backdoor from a buddy, Justin is not about to pay a cover fee to watch hipsters sit at the bar, or emos flail around like awkward autistic white kids. Today he is dressed in a pair of relaxed black pants, a light blue shirt and a black and pink checkered button down long sleeve flannel that is unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He -finally- got a haircut of sorts, though he may have done it himself with a knife. As he plods through the dark club with flashing lights and constant strings of wubs and bass rumbles, he searches for his packmates with a squint of his eyes.

"Nah, I ain't real picky," Lilah murmurs to Felix in response, and by 'murmurs,' I totally mean 'speaks normal volume.' It ends up *sounding* like a murmur, if it's even heard at all. Still, the way she shakes her head should make her meaning fairly obvious. She may not be on the dance floor, but she's still swaying casually to the music, and squeezes Felix's hand lightly before letting it go.

Felix's movements are also clearly affected by the music, if one watches. He grins at Lilah, shaking his head slightly, and steals another quick kiss before he lets her hand go. "Find us somewhere to sit, then," he says, "Be there in a few." And with that he heads toward the bar, without looking back; apparently he's confident he'll be able to track her down again anyway. Possibly unwise.

As the lights continue to flash in his eyes, Justin holds up a hand to try and block most of them out as he finds his temper growing within the pit of his stomach. Too many stupid people are here. Of course a good deal of them gives him a wide berth, and most wrinkling their nose at the sight of the mismatched colors he wears. Seriously. Pink and baby blue? Taking in a deep breath to ward away his frustrations, he catches sight of something silvery, then blinks at the sight of Lilah. His jaw unhinges a bit as he openly stares at her as his feet shamble towards her like a zombie.

Lilah nods to Felix, and does indeed set about to find an empty table. The one she chooses has four seat, but doesn't look all that comfy; it's got those stupidly high seats and an equally high table. Still, no one's sitting there, and the table's clean enough. She's just hopping up into her seat when she spots Justin coming closer, and waves him to a seat. "Howdy!" she calls over.

Felix's black-and-brass pass muster fine, and he gets nearly as wide a berth as Justin even so. Alas. It still leaves enough people that getting drinks takes a bit, and not only because the girl waiting next to him and the bartender need flirting with while he's at it. Sequentially, not simultaneously.

"Uh... hey!" Justin calls out to Lilah, and soooon as he is about to engage with her, some guy cuts right in front of him and gives the Gnawer kin a sweeping look. Tall. Black with a shaved head and dressed like he comes here often, he gives a smooth grin to the blonde. "Damn, killer dress. Nice to see some quality women in here for a change. I'm Leonard. You want to dance?" The Ahroun looks taken aback for a moment, then muscles his way past him. "Uh, she's with someone." He didn't say who! "What, with you?" The taller man asks with a laugh. "Now, I -know- that can't be true. We must need a better bouncer because he must be blind if he let you in with whatever ID you got." Justin squints his eyes, then folds his arms over his chest as he stares the other down. "Get the fuck out of here." He rumbles out. Leonard though, has the fortitude of 50 Cent it seems. "Hey kid, I'm not here looking to start a fight. I'm just trying to ask the most beautiful girl in the club here to dance. Your sister will be okay, don't worry about it."

Lilah opens her mouth to reply to Leonard's invitation to dance, and then he and Justin are squaring off, and she looks distinctly nervous, though she's trying to keep it under wraps. In the end, she smiles politely to the two of them, and turns her attention to the dudebro, still smiling. "I'm sorry, Leonard, right? I ain't interested, but I 'ppreciate the offer."

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Man/Sub: >>> You rolled 6 dice at 6 diff (7 6 5 8 8 2): 4 successes. <<<

Felix bumps slightly into the guy standing beside him at the bar, and actually gives him a remarkably sincere apology; the guy's immediate flash of annoyance subsides almost right away when he turns to see the cause of the impact, and the apology and his instinctive discomfort with Felix mean there's night instant forgiveness. And slightly too-swift heading away. The Galliard stifles a smirk and pays for his and Lilah's drinks, sliding the wallet into his pocket and then heading, glass-laden, back the way he originally came. Lilah's dress is, indeed, a bit of a stand-out in the room, and he hunts out the flash of silver to find just where she might now be.

"Yes, I'm Leonard, one of the -managers- of this club, which is why I'm wondering how -you- got in." The tall black man says to Lilah, though the tail end of that statement is swept obviously to Justin. He gives another bright, white smile to Lilah. "Just one dance? I'll even get you into the VIP section. We have Busta Rhymes showing up in an hour to put on a show and it may get a bit crazy. You can watch the action with free bottles." The Ahroun grinds his teeth and rumbles out a furious noise in his throat. "Look man, she's not interested in sucking your dick tonight, so go bother someone else." He moves right into Leonard's personal space, who takes an instinctive step back. "Woooah.. calm down, Junior."

Lilah's gaze shifts between Justin and Leonard, and then she glances (hopefully subtly) toward the bar and back to Leonard. "It's fine, Jay," she says to Justin, though apparently she doesn't intend to dance after all, since she then says to Leonard, "I 'ppreciate the offer, really I do. But it'll have to be another time. I was thinkin' 'bout headin' out anyhow. Ya got a mighty fine club, so I'm sure I'll be back." She smiles politely, and then moves to step away from the table.

Aha, there! Felix strolls through the milling non-dancers toward that glint of silvery fabric, attention sharpening at the presence of other people along with her. Justin's presence gets a grin, though it's very brief given the position he's taken with the other person there. The Galliard steps around them and to Lilah, flashing her a smile and offering over her drink, which appears to be a Long Island Iced Tea. He keeps the Whiskey Sour for himself. "Hey, doll," he greets her, and eyes Justin and Leonard with studied nonchalance. "I miss much?"

With the presence of the Galliard, Leonard's charming smile fades away and he gives a shake of his head. "Well, beautiful, it was nice meeting you." He says as he starts away from the trio of Gnawers, heading to another group of people and engages in conversation. The Ahroun calms himself down immediately and turns back to the pair, cheek twitching. "Hey Felix, not missing a thing. Music sucks here. How come no one plays Journey anymore?" He flops down into a seat heavily, propping his chin in the palm of a hand.

Lilah nods to Leonard, as though just as pleased to have met him. But when he's well away, she lets out a held breath, only then drinking a bit from her glass-- and quite a bit, at that. A second drink follows, just as large, and she says to the two of them just loud enough to be heard, "I'm 'bout ready to head out. Y'all ready to go?" Nevermind that Justin just got there! Of course, she pauses to take another drink.

Felix can't help it; the stranger's reaction to him joining the others gets a smirk, only mostly masked by a drink from his glass. "Hey, Justin. Sorry I didn't know you were 'round; woulda got you a drink too. Want some?" He offers his glass, settling against one of the chairs but not actually getting onto it. "I dunno, I like their music. Ain't nothin' wrong with Journey, either, but can't get the same kinda dance on for that." He considers Lilah, sidelong. "You sure? Wouldn't mind dancin' more. And Justin just got here." Either it doesn't occur to him his packmate could have been there a while before finding them, or it doesn't count. Still... he looks from one of them to the other, taking in their expressions and positions. "Mm. Well, reckon we could go do somethin' else, if y'all want. Maybe find us some karaoke, get Justin topped up on some Don't Stop Believin' an' shit."

"Ready to go? But.. yeah.. uh... I just got here." Justin says as he runs a hand through his hair, then frowns slightly. Suddenly, then Ahroun looks subdued as he looks between the pair of them, then says, "Nah, it's cool. I'll just get out of here. I'm a third wheel. You two have fun. I'll just find Watcher or something and harass the staff at McDonald's. I don't belong here anyways." He mutters, then slips off the chair and heads away from the pair as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

Lilah takes another drink, finishing off the glass, and sets the empty aside. "My wantin' to go ain't got nothin' to do with you," she says to Justin with a slight frown. "I had enough o' this place for tonight." She reaches for Felix's hand, trying to lead him after Justin. Assuming he goes with her, she says barely audibly, "That guy't just left's a manager." Like that explains it.

Felix rolls his eyes at Justin. "Get back here, dipshit," he tells his packmate with every sign of fondness, "If you weren't welcome to hang out with us I wouldn't've told you where we were gonna be in the first place." He glances in the vague direction Leonard disappeared when Lilah speaks quietly to him, but perhaps doesn't see the problem, since she gets a small shrug. "So, seein' as seems like y'all are both done with this place for tonight: karaoke?" He drinks about half his drink in one go; no point wasting it, right?

Justin looks uncertain as he glances over to the pair of them, then trudges back over. "I just feel like I'm always fucking up your date nights or something." There is a loud 'bang' as one of Leonard's jacket pockets explode in a shower of glitter and flame, causing the tall black man to let out a yelp. "... we should probably go now." He has a wily grin upon his face, hardly downplaying any type of innocence.

"I tell you what, J. If you ever do fuck up a date night, or anythin' like that, I'll make sure you know it. Deal?" Lilah seems ready to add something more when she hears that bang, and nods firmly to Justin's suggestion. "Let's head out, then."

Felix's gaze jumps immediately in the direction of that bang, anything loud enough to be heard over the ambient music potentially requiring attention, and he doesn't even try not to laugh at the settling cloud of glitter and the expressions of the victim and those around him. At least he's not the only person around reacting that way. Still, he nods to the others, still grinning, and heads for the door. The glass gets drained and set on a random table as he walks, keeping hold of Lilah's hand. "Sometime soon," he remarks to Justin when he happens to be near enough to be heard, "we oughta go find some interesting shit to explode. With or without glitter, I'm easy."

Giving a nod of his head, Justin slips out of his pink flannel and ties it around his waist as he starts for the back exit. No need to go through the bouncers out front. "We can do karaoke if you guys want. I'm cool with it. Just don't get mad if I start singing and dogs start howling in pain or something."

"I think mebbe I should head home, actually. Got work tomorrow afternoon. You two should go blow stuff up 'n maybe sing while ya do it," Lilah suggests, with a faint smile. She squeezes Felix's hand, and reaches out to pat Justin's shoulder lightly.

Felix pouts at Lilah, giving her his best puppy-eyes -- well, the best in homid, anyway. "Plenty of time still before you gotta sleep for an afternoon," he complains. It doesn't last long, though; he's still in too good a mood right now. "Fine, fine. We'll walk you home, then. But you gotta make it up to me for my magnanimous...ity. Or whatever."

There is a loud groan from Justin as he heads out into the fresh air of the alley. Or, at least as fresh as the city can be. There is no one puking in the alley so that is a plus. "Yeah, we'll walk you home. You aren't going anywhere alone in that dress. May as well hang a neon sign over your head or something that says: Kidnap me."

"I'm sure I'll think o' somethin' to make it up to y'all," Lilah smirks at the two of them, and is remarkably pretty quiet on the way home. When they get 'home,' she thanks them and heads inside.

Felix gives Lilah a thorough good night kiss and briefly looks extremely tempted to follow her all the way inside and up to bed, watching her walk away in that dress, but manages to resist. Instead, once she's out of sight, he turns to Justin, giving his packmate a grin. "So. Let's go make some kinda shit happen somewhere."

The Ahroun looks embarassed for his packmate at this point. Eyes rolling so high up into his head, he sighs. "If you want to go in with her, you can. I really don't mind finding something to do. She wasn't putting that dress on for me, obviously." He crams his hands back into his pockets. "Between you and Henry, I don't know how someone isn't pregnant by now."

Felix doesn't look embarrassed in the slightest, for himself or anyone else. "Well, guess someone could be," he says after a moment; there's a touch of surprise in it, as if this were a thing he hadn't really thought about before, but no concern. "Don't reckon it's Lilah, though." He glances speculatively in the general direction of the Library's second floor, and shrugs, looking back to Justin. "Anyway, she's gotta sleep an' like they say, the night is still young. So let's do somethin'."

"It's a new moon. What do you propose we do? Usually Watcher and I would get some tacos or something by now and just get in trouble over at Edgewood. I think he is stuck working on the new cub they snagged so my kicking it with him time is diminished until the new guy is rited." Letting out a yawn, he looks about the dark streets. "Vampires are off the table until big dogs give us the nod. So, I dunno, whatever you wanna do. I'm good with it."

Felix considers this a second. "Whatshisname, Ronald? 'cause if so, good, that kid looked like he was goin' half-crazy not havin' anyone around to teach him shit." He stretches; no sign of yawning on his part as he glances around. "Tacos ain't bad. Wouldn't mind eatin' somethin'. Still down with singin' or blowin' shit up. I'd say we could do some scoutin' for somethin' to clear out, like you was talkin' about before, but it might maybe be kinda dark for it just now... Might be a party 'round the college we could crash, maybe they'd have music you liked better'n the club." He glances around again, this time with his gaze aimed up higher. "Could try'n map where they got cameras, I s'pose. For future."

As he listens to the ideas, Justin works a hand over one eye to rub out some fatigue. "You are obviously a different kinda guy than I am. It seems like you actually enjoy having a life or something. Going to parties. Socializing. Must be the Galliard in you. I just suck with people in general. I don't know what to do around them." Giving himself a stretch, he says. "But, we can crash a college party if you want. I can see what 'normal' young people do on a night like this."

Felix laughs. "You just noticed that, huh? Yeah. I love parties an' shit like that. People're fun. I suck with machines, but I ain't too bad at people, when I wanna be." He turns in the direction of the college's neighbourhood, and starts walking. "What d'you mean, you don't know what to do around 'em?"

"I just don't know what to do around them. I had a complicated childhood. Gramps was an awesome guy, but batshit nuts. After he retired from the prison guard life, he became a doomsday prepper, always talking about the world ending and the rag heads nuking us and blah blah blah. So when I was young he'd stick me in holes and we'd dig out bunkers and create emergency zombie apocalpyse situations. Then I go to high school in the ninth grade and I joined the football team, thinking I was gonna finally be popular, but it didn't work out like that. I wasn't good at studies. Wasn't good at talking to other kids. They'd wanna talk about malls and I'd talk about retrofitting a scope on a PVC spudzooka." Justin says as he heads down the street with him.

"Well, zombie apocalypse situations are pretty cool," Felix says, "...so's a PVC spudzooka, actually. You get a lot of power outta one of those? Reckon you could kill a zombie with one?" He glances at Justin, looking genuinely intrigued by this idea. "...I was shit at studies, except when they let me take music, but I don't figure you were thinkin' I was valedictorian or nothin' anyhow."

"Yeah, you can get a lot of power out of those. I have three kinds built at the farmhouse. One is a sniper rifle. What I was thinking is D Cell batteries and loading them into the rifle and firing them that way. If you screw a plastic bottle on the end it acts as a silence of sorts. Like a loud poof." Giving a sniff at the air, Justin says, "You can get a few hundred yards with one, depending on how you build it. But, it's only good one for one shot, the reload is shit." His shoulders lift upwards. "So, it's a gimmick, not so much a weapon. Not a good one anyways."

Felix nods. "Better make it a good shot, then," he says, "...the silencer's only good for one shot, or it take ages to reload the ammo?" A sudden grin, "Be kinda fun if you could shoot explodin' potatos with it. Cherry bombs in 'em or somethin'..." He pulls a wallet out of his pocket, glancing through the contents idly while they walk. "The thing with talkin' to people, mostly, is findin' what's interestin' in what they like talkin' about. You can fake it if you gotta, but usually there's somethin' there. Even if it's malls. If there ain't... ask 'em somethin' about themselves. People love talkin' about themselves. Sooner or later you find somethin' that works." A pause, as he glances to Justin again, "What d'you usually shoot 'em at? Given that we ain't overrun with zombies, yet, I mean."

"Yeah, well.. I'm an Ahroun and I'm a Gnawer. Talking and getting along with people isn't gonna be my specialty. That and no one likes us wet backs. You have no clue how many people ask me if I'm illegal." Justin smirks somewhat. "I shoot targets at the Edgewood. Mostly cans off a fence or something. Nothing exciting. I really just like building them. I know they won't be good in a real fight, especially not a spiral dancer or a vampire."

"Tell 'em no, but you're so good you oughta be," Felix replies, with a shrug and a quick grin, "Tell 'em rumour says you're gonna be outlawed any day. I ain't sayin' you oughta suddenly be winnin' Mr. Congeniality or somethin', just, ain't no reason you couldn't learn to talk an' get along with people more if you decided you wanted to. You're smart, an' it ain't all somethin' you necessarily get born with. An' I dunno if you noticed, but I'm a Gnawer too. Also, short an' ginger. You'd be amazed how many people think I might not've noticed." Another fleeting grin, though this one's got a hint of malice in it. Not, presumably, toward Justin. He pockets the wallet's bills, and flips through the other parts; when they pass an alley, he pauses, glancing to check for cameras -- maybe the lesson stuck -- and tosses the wallet itself into a dumpster there. "Might be useful in a real fight," he muses, "I mean, not as weapons exactly, but I bet if you knew things were gonna go down ahead of time, you could figure a way to use 'em as distractions an' shit. For the noise, maybe also if the ammo was hittin' people. Though if it's a real fight, we'd be in the same place so it'd prolly be as likely to hit us, I s'pose. Still, 'side from that..."

"Well, soon as Trump has his way once he becomes president I am sure he'll deport even us legal wet-backs." Justin says as he heads down the alley with him, glancing about. "I was all about unconventional fighting when I first got here, but then Emma and Thane got it into my skull I was an idiot and need to rely on my claws. They were kinda right. What good is a blow torch with a three foot range gonna be against a Spiral Dancer? Not much." He shifts his jaw slightly. "Yeah, you may be a Gnawer but you ping on the normal scale more than I do. You're kinda cute, and you got a hot girlfriend. You obviously got your talents and I have mine."

Felix shrugs. "Depends how you use it. For straight up fightin', I like claws best. Well, an' fists, elbows, knees, shins, partly depends who I'm fightin' an' why... But yeah, I'd be usin' what I got. Doesn't mean there's no place for other shit if you got the chance, though. Like if you know there's gonna be a loud noise over to the east in a couple seconds and the other guy don't, fair chance you're gonna get an opening right about when it goes off." Justin gets studied for a moment. "Yeah, I got my talents and you got yours. An' I reckon I got my priorities an' you got yours, too. But how we come off to people, we got a fair amount of control over that, not countin' the rage thing. You ain't bad-lookin'. Could present yourself different if you wanted. All of it's about usin' what you got one way or another, anyhow."

"Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm not sure if I care as much as I talk about it. Probably why Watcher is my best friend. Dude was born a wolf, doesn't know shit about being a human. I can have a conversation with him about anything and he thinks it's hilarious." Justin continues his lumbering gait down the streets, glancing about for the homeless activity, taking headcount of anyone that he spies. "I used to worry that maybe I was only friends with him because I think he's like a pet or something. That's kinda fucked up, huh?"

"Yeah, kinda," Felix agrees, though he doesn't sound judgemental about it, just matter-of-fact, "...but I reckon there's plenty of people basically think that 'bout other born-human people, an' there's worse things. My crew back in Memphis, when I first fell in with them I reckon most of 'em thought of me that way. Not for real long, though. An' I notice you said 'used to', too." He saunters as usual, a casual eye on their surroundings as they go. They're starting to get closer to their destination, and on the slightly nicer streets, he starts looking for somewhat different things; one particular house, greek letters on its door, gets a considering appraisal, but all seems fairly quiet there as they pass.

"Yeah, I used to worry about it. I think it got easier the more comfortable he became in his human form. When we met, were both cubs and he wouldn't shift much. I seriously played fetch with him a few times. I sorta started to feel guilty about it so I tried finding stuff for us to do in the city that he could use his other form in." Justin eyes the rich neighborhoods with a squint of his eyes, then reaches up to try and work his hair a bit nicer. "You gotta do all the talking.. no way they're letting me in on these looks."

Felix shakes his head, with a small smile. "Seriously, man, your looks are fine. You want advice on shit for presentin' yourself sometimes, lemme know, but tonight? It ain't gonna be a problem. If anyone asks, you're a freshman, an' you don't know what you're majorin' in yet. Be confident. People like confident. An' it ain't like you ain't got it in you; ain't that many people can walk around in Star Wars boxers like it ain't no thing." He grins at the Ahroun, pausing at the next corner and eyeing the street in each direction except behind. Right seems to have considerably more cars parked along it, and he turns that way. The neighbourhood seems like it was probably richer once, but has been eclipsed by newer ones of its previous level and older ones that were richer already. Still, compared to their own neighbourhood, it's darn nice. "Anyway, if you both had fun playin' fetch, I guess it's okay enough. But I'm glad you got him usin' the other form more."

"I walk around in boxers because I only own one pair of pants and sometimes I don't got enough to wear after a load in the wash." Justin smirks in amusement at his friend. "That and I like to get a reaction outta people. Make 'em uncomfortable I guess. I call it Coyote Couture." He rolls the French word off his tongue. "So, yeah, Freshman without a major. I can roll with that. I hope someone has food and not just booze. I'm starving."

It gets a laugh. "Yeah, but that don't mean it don't take confidence to pull it off," Felix says, "Lotta people'd just hide somewhere 'til they had the pants. Or act all apologetic or ashamed or shit. And fuck that. Act like shit's the way you want it and you're halfway there." The parking gets thicker as they go, and at the next block, the faint sounds of music start to be audible. Felix grins wider, and at the next block, it's clear the noise is coming from another large old house, and it's joined by the noise of people as well. Talking, laughing. The building could use some work on the upkeep, but it's in pretty good shape. The guy being ill in one of the bushes perhaps less so. "There's prolly food somewhere," Felix murmurs to Justin, eyeing the guy, "...if nothin' else I'm gonna bet we could get somethin' outta the fridge without anyone noticin' too much at this point, if we time it right. But I'm gonna guess there might be pizza."

"Pizza would be good. So would a sorority babe." Justin smirks as he flops a hand over his chest to give it a firm scritch. "Maybe I should walk in there in just my boxers. I bet I'd get some fist bumps, huh? I'm rocking a pair of My Little Pony ones this time. Pinkie Pie." Striding to the front door, he grabs the handle and gives it a yank, heading into the chaos that is a frat party in a college neighborhood.

"Pretty decent chance of both, experience says," Felix replies, smirking back, and strolls right in after Justin. The party is in what appears to be full swing, the music loud and the people everywhere. There's an area that seems to have become the dance floor, although there are some people dancing in other spots; people are standing and talking, or lounging on the sofas and chairs; a table is serving as a buffet and bar, with a large keg beside it. There is indeed pizza. There are also what are almost certainly sorority girls. Only one of these is a sure thing to obtain, but at least both are technically available! There's sounds of people in the kitchen and down the halls that lead from the main rooms, and down the two stairways that lead upward. They meet together at a second floor landing which acts almost like a balcony over the big living room, the rest of that room's ceiling two floors high. Felix just about radiates I-belong-here vibes, tossing grins and greetings to people as he passes. Several get that 'shit, where do I know him from?' look (mostly the ones who seem inclined to be uneasy about him), but most just don't worry about it and respond in kind. Job number one, apparently, is getting a beer -- partly because he wants one, and partly because anyone looking around would note that's the most ubiquitous accessory around here. Once he has it, he leans slightly against the table and scans the room, giving the place and people a more focused appraisal as he sips.

It does not seem that Justin has as the same luck as Felix does in being 'social'. As he trudges through the room, he gives a few head bobs of his own to the crowd, giving a strained smile on his face that looks awkward. He is also wearing a pink flannel wrapped about his waist to go along with that blue top. He definitely stands out as a fashion crisis. Snagging a beer, he works the top off, then grabs a slice of pizza as well. Sip. Chomp. Sip. Chomp. "Still no Journey." He gives a wry grin to his packmate. "Party is a bust."

Felix snickers. "We can prolly fix the Journey issue if we put our minds to it. And how can it be a bust, you got pizza an' beer right here! And some real nice scenery..." He eyes a small knot of girls dancing together, considering them a moment, and then a couple sitting on one of the couches. One of the latter girls keeps stealing glances at them; she looks uncomfortable, but there's something else as well, and she blushes when she realises she's being watched in return, immediately looking away. For now. The Galliard smiles, and his attention moves on to some others. "Can you dance?"

"The wet back part of me can dance. The white part will probably make me look stupid. I'm not gonna do the Whip It Nae Nae though if that song comes out. I will frenzy." Justin chortles in amusement. Glancing over towards the girls in the room, he watches them for a few moments before he lets out a sigh. "If they knew what we really were ..." His cheek gives a bit of a twitch before he gives him a nudge. "I bet you though, you can probably get half of their numbers."

"You don't gotta do the Macarena neither," Felix assures, amused as well. Another sip of the beer, and the nudge, and following comment, get a particularly roguish grin. "Yeah, prolly," he says, with no sign of doubting it, and continues more softly, for Justin's ears only, "...the girl on the couch, with the light brown hair? The one who keeps glancin' at us? There's some girls I reckon feel in their bones we're predators, but part of 'em really wants to be prey. They ain't girlfriend material, that's for sure, the part that's just plain terrified of us is always gonna win by the end of the night, but if you're just lookin' for a good time..." She glances at the pair of them again, and Felix gives her a wicked grin, almost challenging; she stares for a moment like a deer in headlights, then blushes again, harder this time, and looks back to her friend, fast. "...definitely," he murmurs, taking another drink of his beer. "Couldn't get her real number, she'd start thinkin' future instead of now an' prolly snap out of it if I tried, but I could get her pants off." He glances sidelong at Justin, adding, "'spect you could too, though might be it takes practise."

Glancing over and trying to be as subtle as a semi truck, Justin openly stares at them for a moment before he looks back to him. "Yeah, well, she definitely wants you. Going for it?" He asks with a smirk. "What happens at frat house stays at frat house." Taking a long sip of his beer, he holds it up in a 'yo' gesture towards the ladies on the couch. "I really need to throw this pink shirt away." He mutters under his breath. "It's gonna be a huge cock block."

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The next stolen look accidentally meets Justin's, and again, the girl looks away quickly. It's hard to tell if she blushes this time; she's still a little pink either way. Her friend glances, then, more to see what the first girl's reacting to than anything else, and apparently is made of sterner stuff in some ways, because her curious look meets Justin's 'yo' gesture, and it makes her grin -- at him! -- her gaze flicking over him, down then back up, before she looks back to her friend and says something quietly. Teasing, possibly, from the way the first girl ducks her head. "Eh, own it," Felix says, "Real men wear pink, I hear." Okay, so he's teasing as well, but he seems to mean at least the first part. He watches the girls on the couch, and lifts a brow slightly when the second one looks away from them. "I don't think she minds the pink."

"I hope she doesn't think I'm a fan of Kanye then." Justin says as he watches them, then chews on his bottom lip a bit nervously. "Yeeeah... so..." He trails off, taking another long slurp of his beer, then crams the rest of the pizza into his mouth, chomping down quickly. "So, yeah man, you go do ... your thing. You know, your Galliardy pick up chicks thing. I'll just hang back here and flex or something if necessary."

Felix shakes his head at the 'hanging back' thing, but looks amused. "Or we could both go talk to 'em. Unless she ain't your type?" The second, darker-haired girl takes another look at them at something the first girl mumbles, and Justin still seems to get a bit more of her attention. She's taller than her friend, and both are pretty in a sort of standard-issue potential sorority girl way, but she seems clearly more spirited, and the leader of the pair. "'cause I think you might be hers, 'least at the moment." Neither girl is currently drinking anything, though girl #1 is toying with an empty beer can as if it were a kind of security blanket; it's hard to tell from where they stand if #2 has an empty of her own set aside somewhere.

"I just.. I don't know.. I mean.. I'll probably say something stupid and then fuck up your game. I don't wanna be a shitty wingman." Justin says as he steals another glance back to them, meeting eyes with the staring girl. ".. that or they know we're underage and don't belong here and they're eyeballing their really big boyfriends who are standing behind us, and they're about to put us in a chokehold." He did mention Doomsday Prepper, right? Glancing over his shoulder and not seeing anyone, he looks back to the girls, then pushes himself off his foot as he snags a beer, heading towards them. ".. fine."

"Fuck that, we absolutely belong here," Felix says, "...and we're awesome. Ain't no one else here better'n us." Quiet, just to Justin, but with conviction, and it's mirrored in the faint lift of his chin and shoulders; he usually carries himself with plenty of confidence, but for a moment he lets it shade right on into cocky. He smiles when Justin gets moving and grabs the beer, giving him an approving look for the latter, which seems to have been his plan as well, although in his case he finishes off the last of his first one and grabs two, instead. The first girl glances at them again as they start moving, and when it's clear they're headed in her general direction, her eyes widen, and she shifts the way she's seated on the couch a bit. The second girl's looking at her friend again, until that reaction, and when she sees the two Garou heading their way, flashes them an almost playful smile.

"Hola chicas guapas. Como estas hoy? Te veias sed asi que usted trajo algunas cervezas." Justin rolls the Spanish off his tongue perfectly as he holds the drink out to the second girl, giving a wide grin upon his face. "And if you like that, you should try out my French." Giving his chest a bit of a flex, he says, "I'm Justin, this is Felix. Que Pasa?"

Felix laughs -- and so does girl #2, who grins back, even if the bit about his French also gets a light eyeroll, more amused than anything else. "Hola, Justin. Y Felix, tambien," she replies, mostly to the former, "Eso es amable de su parte. Estbamos en peligro de desecacin y soplar a la basura cualquier momento, sabe." She takes the offered drink, "I'm Laura, this is Melanie." Melanie, who was already looking far less comfortable than her friend, goes for apologetic and comes up closer to lost as she says, "I don't speak Spanish..." Felix offers her one of his beers and a grin, catching her eyes and keeping them, "Don't worry, me neither. ...well, I got cerveza. And I reckon I could sing you a decent Feliz Navidad." The tone is friendly and playful, but he keeps his focus directly on her until she drops her gaze from his, blushing again. "Um. Nice to meet you both," she says, taking the beer, "And. Thanks." Felix gives a grin to Laura, then, though she doesn't get the same look. "Nice meetin' the both of you, as well."

A brow lifts upwards upon Justin's face as Laura speaks Spanish to him. Caught off guard, he finds any smoothness he had suddenly spill away. "Oh! Uh.. that's legit." Do people still say that? "So, yeah.. uh... I got you this beer." He holds it out to her, a bit too quickly as it sloshes about. Good thing the cap is still on. "So... Laura.. you speak .. Spanish? How come?" Yeah, he may need some help here. He was not expecting that.

Laura laughs again, wrapping her hand around the bottle. "My family moved here from L.A. when I was in high school," she says, "and I'm Chicana." Fair skin, dark eyes, dark hair; it's not immediately obvious to most casual observers, but it's not hard to believe, either. "Why, why do you?" She asks with eyes slightly widened, and too innocently not to be teasing a bit. Felix looks amused at the interaction, and seems to decide Justin's doing fine for now, flustered or not -- or at least, that Laura is. Still, he gives her a smile and says, "He keeps tryin' to teach us, but so far it ain't takin'. I think he was givin' up on havin' anyone to talk to, 'til now." She smiles back, turning it from him to Justin again, and Felix turns his attention back to Melanie. He takes his knife from his pocket, pulling out the bottle opener and leaning in to open her beer -- leaning in a little more than strictly necessary, perhaps. "...thanks," she murmurs again, and he opens his own, passes the knife over to Justin, and offers Melanie a hand, along with another grin. There's a hint of the feral impression Justin's seen much more strongly in it in other, more violent circumstances, and the girl's breath is just faintly more noticeable when she catches it. "Come dance with me," he invites, and she takes the hand, rising to her feet without yet sipping from her drink.

Taking the knife, Justin pops the cap off the bottle for Laura, then gives her a grin. "Well, I'm half-tino. Puerto Rican on my mother's side. Californian on my dad's side. He was from San Fran." When Melanie is pulled up by Felix, he swallows tightly as it seems he is about to be left alone. "Chicana, huh? Nice. So.. yeah, nice to meet you. Whatcha studying here?" He looks over to his packmate, eyes wide. Don't you dare go, don't you dare go, don't you da-- god dammit. "I'm .... undecided."

Felix lifts a brow at that wide-eyed look, with a flicker of a meaningful glance from Justin to Laura and back, and claps him briefly on the shoulder with his free hand. Sadly, the glance isn't as eloquent as it might be about just WHAT it means, but at the least it all seems overall encouraging. That's good, right? He leads Melanie out to the main dancing area, where there is, unsurprisingly, dancing. "Puerto Rican, huh? Don't run into so many of you on this coast. My cousin lives in New York; I think half her friends are, there," Laura says, and sips the beer, glancing after Melanie and Felix and then studying Justin a moment. She grins, suddenly. "Either we should dance too, or you should have a seat. I'm gonna get a crick in my neck otherwise, and then what am I gonna do?" There's definitely something flirtatious about that question. "I'm an anthropology major, but I'm thinking of maybe changing... I just put it down 'cause it sounded interesting, and so far I guess it is, but there's so many other things that are too..."

"You should definitely switch. There is no money in anthropology. It is actually in the top ten degrees that will guarantee you won't get a job out of College with." Justin says, then lets out a sigh as he pinches the brow of his nose. He's a real romantic, isn't he? "... you should be an Engineer. You'll get more scholarships as a gi--- woman... and because you're latina, it will make you more attractive in the work force. Corps always wanting to get that diversity shit you know what I mean? Female latina Engineer is kinda like a double whammy." He flops down next to her, stealing a glance to the dancing Felix and Melanie before looking back to her. "I wanna do Engineering also. Just trying to device if it's machine fabrication or ah.. petroleum engineering. Get dat' oil money."

Laura steals a glance toward the other pair as well, perhaps watching out for her friend; what they're up to continues to be dancing. Maybe fairly close dancing, for having so recently gotten out there, but: dancing. Also maybe talking, since Melanie actually laughs at something, though she still looks skittish and keyed-up. "I dunno," Laura says, "engineering's got a hell of a lot of math involved, and that was never my best subject. I'm thinking about maybe going to law school anyway, so it wouldn't matter as much how employable the major it... but." She shrugs, sipping the beer again and looking thoughtful. "I'm taking one of the intro classes for the Forest and Wildlife Sciences program, and it's met all of three times so far, but it's pretty interesting, and they say it's one of the best programs for that. Might consider that, if I keep liking it. But I figure, we've got a while to decide things, right?" She looks Justin over again, tilting her head. "What would you study if everything got paid the same, after?"

"You.. um... you should do that. Forest and Wildlife science. I think that's a good idea." Justin brightens up a bit at the idea, cheeks flushed slightly. "There are wolf packs out in the woods that rangers take care of. It's really cool seeing the pictures of them posted on the wall of the ranger station." Blowing some brown hair away from his face, he gives her a grin. "If everything was paid the same, what would I do?" He ponders for a moment, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. ".. I'd um.. work for a homeless shelter. Getting the poor and sick off the streets and trying to get them the help they deserve."

"I like wolves," Laura says, smiling at the brightening, "...I mean, to look at, and in theory, anyway. I'd probably be kinda scared if I ran into a pack of them in the woods, but they must train rangers how to do it, right?" She looks a bit charmed at the grin, and when he answers her question, she just studies him again for a second before breaking into a smile again, a brighter one of her own, and leaning in impulsively to kiss his cheek. "I dunno what the right major would be for that, but it makes me wish everything =did= pay the same, so you could leave the petroleum thing to the people who only have oil in their hearts anyway."

The kiss causes Justin to flush as he rubs the back of his neck. "Um.. probably psychology with a minor in social studies. Maybe more certifications rather than a major." Fidgeting with his hands a bit over his lap, he steals another look to the dance floor before looking back to her. "So, uh.. you wanna dance?"

"Sure," Laura answers -- she's got slight dimples when she smiles, which she does again. A good drink from the beer Justin brought her, and then she abandons the rest of it beside the couch, and stands. In her heels, she's just a couple inches shorter than Justin. "So do you do volunteer stuff? Or did you -- are you local? I just realised I didn't ask yet." Melanie and Felix are still where last seen, although dancing closer, with his free arm around her waist and hers around his neck. They're not bad. She still looks nervous, but also excited; probably enjoying herself, though the combination of whatever Felix is currently saying to her and his focus on her is making her blush again. Or possibly still.

"Oh, uh.. local boy here. Born and raised in Saint Claire. But.. yeah I volunteer at a local women's shelter for the battered and another off of Reagan for the homeless. You know, when I'm not skipping class or something." Justin says with a grin as he reaches out to snag her hand as he trots her out to the makeshift dance floor. Turning around to face her, he stares for a moment, then steps in a bit closer with a clear of his throat. "... I don't.. uh... dance to this pop shit, I'll be honest. I'm more of a Springsteen and Journey kinda guy. But um... you lead.. and I will .. step on your feet."

Laura's hand is easily snagged, and she looks approving of his answers; his hand even gets a light squeeze once she has it. "Any way you want it, that's the way you need it," she sings, badly and in competition with the actual song playing (We Are Young, by Fun.), and laughs. "I can't dance either," she says, the 'either' probably referring to the singing, although it might be Justin's own dancing. "I like Nirvana, and Nina Sky, and the Pet Shop Boys, and a lot of other stuff I also don't hear at a lot of parties. But this isn't bad either..." She's overstating her inability to dance, it turns out -- she's got pretty good rhythm and fair dexterity, she just doesn't have any particular moves. Still, it's plenty good for what's currently required, and she risks her feet by staying close enough that she's definitely dancing with him, not just nearby. "Anyway, that sounds like a good thing to be doing. You know, when you're not skipping class or something."

Grinning as she samples his favorite band, Justin feels even more comfortable and relaxed as he moves along with her to the beat of the song. He has an awkward and jaunty movement to his body, though he finally gives up and slides his hands about her hips, pulling her closer against him to simply sway back and forth. "Well, uh -- I kinda know what it's like to be homeless. So, I wanna give back, you know?" As she listens off the bands she likes, he nods here and there. "I like Pet Shop Boys as well. The Doors, Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, uh... Stan Bush." His lips tug back a bit. ".. So.. you're kinda cool. I'm glad I brought you that beer."

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Laura doesn't protest the hands, and wraps her arms loosely around his neck in return, completing Standard School Slow Dance Position #2. It's fairly handy for talking, as well, so that doesn't hurt. "...kinda?" she asks. "I like all of those except maybe Stan Bush, 'cause I don't think I've heard of him. And I'm glad you brought me that beer, too. I mean, it was a pretty good beer," she teases, "...and you're not bad yourself." She smiles at him again. A reasonable distance across the dance floor, Felix's hand has slipped down from Melanie's waist about six inches or so, and if it were a high school dance a chaperone would probably be starting in their direction, but further temptation hasn't quite won out. Yet, anyway.

"I really have no clue what kind of beer that was." Justin admits with a laugh as he continues to sway with her as his arms tighten about her waist to pull her a few inches closer. "You gotta check out Stan Bush. He sang in all the Rocky movies. He is one of those montage guys. It's great." After a few more sways, he asks "So you are from Cali? How long you been here for? Just here for school?"

"We moved here halfway through my sophomore year," Laura answers, "so... two and a half years, I guess? My mom got a better job offer up here. I like it, though... even if practically no one speaks any Spanish." A quick grin, looking him in the eyes. "Have you ever gone down there? You know, visiting the land of your father, sort of thing?" Still teasing a bit, though the question's genuine. "I'll look into him. Stan Bush, I mean."

"Oh, no. I haven't. My dad passed away before I was born so was raised by my mom and grandma my entire life here." Justin confirms as he sways with her, arms tightening a bit more about the waist. "I guess you can always speak Spanish with me if you ever feel the itch." By now, their bodies are pressed hip to hip as he gives a low rumble in his throat against her ear.

Laura glances down briefly, and nods. "I'm sorry," she says, and after a moment, smiles again. "Si, supongo que puedo! Por lo menos, si puedo estar en contacto contigo..." Her brows lift very slightly as she regards him with that last innocent remark, just about through her lashes. Somehow in the process of drawing her nearer, one of her hands has ended up resting on the back of his neck, the other arm resting along his shoulder, and he can feel more than hear a tiny hitch in her breath in response to the rumble.

"Bien. Creo que me gustaria llamarte. Tal vez mas." Justin says against her ear as his lips brush against it gently. One and slides down a bit lower, settling just above the curve of her rear while the other settles upon the small of her back. As they move, he presses in even closer, grinding his hips against hers teasingly against the beat of the song. The hand upon her back slides upwards, teasing through the back of her hair as his nails drag along her scalp.

The Ahroun might get that feeling of being watched -- if he looks past Laura's shoulder, he'd see Felix regarding the pair of them over Melanie's, and get a quick grin from the Galliard. Apparently, he approves, though there may be a hint of a 'told you so' quality to it as well. He returns his focus to his partner, then, speaking softly near her ear, and has apparently finished with that second beer, as it's no longer in his hand. Both of them are on the girl, now, keeping her almost possessively right up against him, one still on her ass, holding her close into the grinding, and the other on the skin of her back, shirt riding up over it. She's still somewhat flushed, but less blushy; she's definitely doing her part in that dancing, as well, and one of her hands is doing much the same to his hair as Justin is to Laura's. For her part, Laura's fingers rub across the back of Justin's neck, and she tilts her head a bit into his hand. Her other hand slides downward, between them, resting itself on his chest. If it gets caught there, she doesn't seem to mind. "Creo que me puede gustar eso," she murmurs.

"Bien. Usted es precioso por cierto. Mas caliente chica aqui." Justin says in a ragged whisper against her ear again as his hand drops down lower to cup her rear in a firm squeeze, fingers curling inwards beneath the curve. The other hand tangles into her hair as he draws her head back to expose her neck. With a dip of his head downwards, he brushes his mouth against her throat for a kiss, tasting the heat of her blood beneath the flesh. "What are you doing the rest of the night?"

Laura's eyes close when he tilts her head back like that, and her breath is quicker; it may be partly from the compliments, but the physical interaction is definitely a cause, especially that kiss. There's a momentary hint of heightened colour in her cheeks. "Dancing with you," she answers, "And then... I don't know yet." If the hand in her hair allows it, she tilts her head back down again, enough to brush her lips lightly across his, her breath warm when it hits his skin. "Do you have plans?"

As they kiss gently, Justin's breath comes out in a soft shudder as his hand grips her rump a bit tighter to pull her even closer against him. She can feel him grind in against her, letting her feel the intense pressure which has built behind his denim. "Plans? No... getting you breakfast maybe." He huffs out to her as his hands grip tighter in her hair to massage the back of her neck. "If you're into waffles." Leaning in again, his lips nab her bottom one, giving a soft tug with his teeth.

Definitely a blush, there. Laura's arms tighten around his neck, and she kisses him again, less lightly this time. "...I do like waffles," she says afterward, studying him, and the blush, which had faded, returns. "I should..." She trails off, then continues, "Debo decir que yo no-- no me voy a la cama con las personas que acabo de conocer. Pero si eso esta bien podriamos... pensar en cosas que hacer hasta el desayuno." She tilts her head a bit, watching him almost shyly.

Teasing another kiss against her lips, Justin's throat growls become a bit more determined as his hands glide upwards along her back, gently tugging the back of her shirt up to brush fingers against her skin. "I don't either, but I'd make an exception for a quality female such as yourself." That was a bit more primal than he meant it to be. Tilting his chin upwards, he presses his mouth hungrily to hers, giving her a deeper kiss before he murmurs, "What would you rather do?"

Laura laughs, and kisses him back, her fingers sliding up into his hair. She takes her own turn biting her bottom lip for a moment, and then pulls gently away, reaching for one of his hands.

Justin reaches out and takes her by the hand as she searches for his. His fingers lace together with hers as he gives her a smoldering look with his feral dark eyes. The wolf in his throat is dying to leap out and claim her.

Laura takes a quick look around, first at the dance floor -- Melanie's still there, which appears to be the main thing she was checking, though it takes a second before she can catch the other girl's gaze. Once she has, though, she turns and leads Justin away, down one of those hallways. Felix glances over to see what's got his dance partner briefly distracted, and gives Justin a quick, again slightly feral grin as the Ahroun's drawn away. The hallway has several doors off it, and Laura tries one that turns out to be locked before finding one that isn't. She looks in with it opened only partly, and then heads the rest of the way in, so she can close the door again behind them. It's a room, and presumably not hers. Certainly not Justin's. But it's neat, and no one else is hanging out in it just now.

Catching Felix's gaze, Justin's lips tug upwards into a grin before he is led off by the beautiful chicana. He sticks close to her from behind, sliding his other arm about her so that they can walk together and find a room. [Somewhat later...] Snagging his shirt off the ground, he opens the door for a crack, pulls his shirt on, then slips out after closing the door behind him. Taking in a deep breath, he flops a hand against his face, then heads off to hunt down Felix.

Apparently it's time for a dancing break, since Felix is sitting on the couch where the girls were initially, now, and drinking another beer. Or at least theoretically drinking another beer, since Melanie is sitting on his lap, his free arm around her waist and her knees to either side of his legs, and his mouth is actually busy with hers just at the moment. But it's in his hand and open, so it's a pretty likely theory.

As he makes his way towards Felix, Justin reaches out and snags him by the back of the shirt. "Hey, we should get going. It's late." Tug. Tug. Tug. Tug. He seems to be a bit out of sorts, as if he is caught in hormonal limbo.

"Mmf?" Felix pulls away from the kiss with apparently a little bit of difficulty, and glances to Justin. Then to the clock, and then back to Justin again, with a slight quirk of a brow. It =is= late, by this point, but that probably isn't what the look is about. "Sudden hurry?"

"Yeah." Justin says as he gives a pause, then looks down at the girl. "Uh.. Laura is in the third room on the left... you um... tell her I am.. sorry.. for.. bailing? .. and she can put her clothes back on." He snags Felix by the arm and starts to drag him out as he searches for the front door.

Felix's eyebrow just goes higher at that. He gives Justin's hand a light smack when he tries to drag him, and puts both hands -- well, hand and beer -- on Melanie's waist to guide her off him and to her feet. "C'mon, up," he instructs; her eyes widen and she looks a bit lost, the arousal in her eyes wavering between lust and fear again now that she doesn't know what's happening. The Galliard gets her to her feet, and points her in the direction of the rooms. "Third room on the left," he repeats to her, and she glances from one of them to the other before uneasiness wins the day and she happily takes the excuse to get away from them. Hopefully she remembers Justin's message while she's at it. Felix watches her go a moment, then shakes his head, sighing as he turns to Justin. Now he's willing to head toward the door with his packmate -- no dragging necessary -- although he does ask, "What the fuck, man?"

Running a hand back through his hair, Justin says, "Man.. um... she was pretty much the perfect girl. I just couldn't go through with it." He grumbles as he storms his way for the front door, looking both frustrated and helpless. "She was a virgin. No way I was going to.... you know.... and ... I was on the edge of just losing my shit in there. I just need to get home."

Felix pauses, then leads Justin out the front door, but grabs his arm once they're there. "Okay, hold up now. First up: did she want to? I mean, I know what that sounded an' looked like, but..."

"I don't know. I could only hear the banging in my ears. She was saying stuff and clothes were coming off, then something happened and I asked if it was her first time and she said she doesn't sleep with guys the first time she meets them, but she liked me." Justin wrinkles his nose as he gulps down the fresh air now that they were outside. "I don't think the wolf cared too much though."

That gets a moment of consideration. "...Okay. 'cause virgins, you wanna take it careful for 'em an' all," Felix says, "so this kinda thing's not always the best place. But--" He stops, looking at Justin. "I'd say given she was down with gettin' naked you could at least do other shit, but if you felt like losin' your shit, best to get out, yeah." Another pause, as if he's about to say something else, but he shakes his head then, draining the rest of his beer in one reasonable-length swallow, and sets the bottle on the porch. "'s too bad. I mean, pretty much perfect an' liked you..." He starts down the path to the sidewalk, making a brief detour to check on a couple people who've collapsed in the yard as they go. He makes sure they're breathing, turns them on their sides so they don't choke, like a good samaritan. A good samaritan who also swiftly lightens their wallets of cash when they don't wake up, but hey, who said making sure drunk idiots don't die was a free service? It's surprisingly quick and subtle.

"Maybe. It's just.. I would feel like a real creep afterwards if I just did that with her at some party. My mom raised me better than that." Justin mutters under his breath as he crams his hands into his pockets. The young Gnawer looks to be in distress, as if there was something else that was tugging at the back of his mind.. He kicks a beer can down the street, watching it clank about.

Felix catches up to Justin and pats the Ahroun on the back, sympathetically. "I figure if she =wants= that, ain't such a bad thing givin' it to her. But I'd wanna make sure she did, an' make sure we had the time an' privacy to do it right. People always remember their first time, right? Reckon you wanna give 'em somethin' particularly worth rememberin'. Plus they're always scared, even if they say they ain't." A step or two, glancing at his friend sidelong. "What's on your mind?"

Chewing on his lip, Justin lets out a heavy and pained breath. ".. Felix, I.. I'm gay." He finally gets out as he kicks the can farther down the street again. ".. I think." He grows quiet as he hunches his shoulders forward, staring at the ground as he walks. "I mean, I would have gone with it. And.. I just.. it felt weird. Like I was doing the wrong thing."

Up goes the brow again, and Felix turns his head to study Justin directly for a couple seconds before he replies, "No shit?" This apparently requires some thought, which doesn't stop him from dryly adding after a moment, "Well, that's gonna make findin' you a girlfriend trickier."

"Just please don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want anyone to think I'm a faggot or anything, or.. just whatever... or trying to hook me up with boyfriends or something. Maybe I am Bi. I can't tell just yet. I found her hot. I liked kissing her. Hell, I liked going down on her. I just.. I don't know. I felt weird about it. Then when she told me she was a virgin I sorta freaked out. I guess I'd feel guilty if I was to .. you know ... be her first time if it went there, which I think it was." Justin kicks the can harder with his foot, sending it ricocheting off a car.

Felix nods, still turning this over in his mind. "Reckon I don't see why anyone particularly hasta know," he allows, "...though, rightly YOU oughta. How you plannin' to find out?" He sets his hands in his pockets, sauntering along in his usual manner beside Justin's currently more agitated stride, and eyes his packmate sidelong again. "So, now. Would that be implyin' it woulda been your first time as well?"

Justin shifts his jaw slightly as he admits. "Yeah. I'm a virgin also. That was the first time I have messed around with a girl also. I've been kissed before but nothing that meant anything you know. Kid shit. Probably for the best I got out of there. I don't even have condoms on me. I'd feel like shit if I ruined some girl's life by knocking her up at a party."

"...you prolly wouldn't know about it," Felix decides, "Although I guess maybe if you were stayin' in the same circles you found the party in." Shrug. "You liked it, though. So that's good, 'least it don't make you sick or somethin', be real awkward when the time came to knock someone up on purpose." He glances toward the sky, still seeming to be thinking things over. "You could maybe try findin' a chick who knows what she's doin' to try it with, and a guy, an' see whatcha think." A slight pause. "You tried anythin' with guys, then, or...?"

"Let's just get something to eat. I'm starving." Justin says as he cuts the conversation off at the end there, pushing forward a bit harder on his feet. Letting out a loud sigh, he kicks the can upwards with a shift of his foot, then gives a quick spin kick to send it sailing forward. "I am in the mood for pizza."

"I ain't judgin'," Felix says, shrugging. Still, "Yeah, pizza sounds pretty good," he agrees, "an' I ain't =half= drunk enough yet, neither. Seems like somethin' to work on."

"I know you ain't judging which is why I told you. I just didn't want you to think I was a pussy or anything for not hitting it back there." Justin lets out a loud sigh. "If she wasn't a virgin I probably would have. She spoke Spanish, she liked the same music I did. I liked touching her. I wanted to keep her." That was more wolf than man with that statement. "... I probably would have fell in love with her. She told me she liked wolves too and wanted to do stuff in conservation and study it."

Felix blinks, looking over to Justin entirely again. "Shit, man. If she somehow turned out to actually be kin, too, I think the universe mighta imploded or somethin'." He gives the taller boy another sympathetic pat on the back, hand returning to his pocket afterward. "...anyway, I wasn't thinkin' that. I mean, =I= woulda, but everyone knows I ain't got no morals." For some reason it sounds like teasing, and he grins. "Nah, like I said, first times oughta be definitely worth the memory, and if you're feelin' like you might lose control... what's that thing they say, discretion is the better part of valor, somethin' like that? Better not to risk it. Anyway. If you kept seein' her, at some point you'd hafta actually admit you ain't a student there. Or old enough to be. Awkward." Bright side! Kinda.

"Yeah, there was a lot there that could go wrong and I would have felt bad about it. If she found out I was sixteen she probably would have freaked out. I don't want to damage some poor girl who is just here at College to have fun." Justin glances about the street, then undedicates his hoodie as it flows over him and he tugs it over his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a card and looks it over. "... man, tonight sucks. I feel stupid now."

Felix leans over to get a look at the card, because he's a nosy sumbitch. "Why? Don't see whatcha you oughta be feelin' stupid for. Sounds like prolly you made the right choice, given givens." Another grin, and teasing again, "You decide to try again sometime, we'll just make sure we find you someone real damn slutty. Head any inconvenient shit off at the pass." He stretches, arms leaving his pockets to push up far over his head. "Anyhow, night ain't over yet, reckon we could desuck it if we try. Get some pizza, drinks, then, I dunno. World's our oyster."

"I don't want anyone slutty." Justin says with a laugh as he gives an an amused look to his friend. In his hand he is holding a One-Eyed-Jack card with four signatures on it. HIs. Henry's, Fitz's and some scribble that was probably written with a marker in the mouth. He turns it over back and forth as he walks, then flips it into a gutter as they head down the street. "So much for luck." He mutters as the card disappears into the dark. "Sure, let's get some pizza. Were you gonna bang that chick by the way?"

"No?" Felix asks, all wide-eyed innocence, before the grin escapes again. He glances after the card when it's flipped away. "...you know what Felix means?" he asks, before glancing back to Justin, "'Lucky'." There's a good several strides of silence after that last question, the Galliard watching the sky instead of the road as he walks, and then he sighs. "Nah. If I was gonna, I woulda when you guys headed off. I was just keepin' her busy for you." For a moment, he sounds almost glum about it, and it gets nearer wistful when he adds, "She was pretty hot, though. Woulda been fun."

"Well, now I do not feel so bad." Justin says with a grin on his face. "Your name means lucky, huh? I thought you were named after a cartoon cat. We just need to find a new card to sign. Maybe an Ace." Taking in a deep breath, he gets his swagger back into his step as he walks. "I almost feel like I should go back and apologize or something. I told her I was going to the bathroom." He says with a sinking of his shoulders.

Felix shakes his head, still thinking about Melanie, "Man, you don't know how =easy= it woulda been..." Another sigh, and he puts it out of his mind. "Anyway. Yeah, it does." No comment on the cat, for now. "And aces beat Jacks anyday." He winces a bit at Justin's admission of just how he left, and glances behind them. "...yyyeah. What're you thinkin' you'd say?"

"I don't know. Probably just say sorry about freaking out." Justin says with a laugh as he shifts his shoulders upwards in a shrug. "I feel like such a dick. I left her naked on the bed, and that I was going to the el bano." Giving an amused grin, he bumps his shoulder against his friend's. "But if I go back, I will look stupid and she most likely will be super mad at me." He fidgets. "... man, I hope no one else walked into that room... I would feel like big time shit if someone raped her." He pauses and looks over his shoulder back to the house, then turns and starts for it again with a loud sigh. "..... supposed to be a coyote... not a unicorn."

Felix can't help laughing at the admission, and counterbumps the shoulder. "Man, poor chick. Though seriously, if you were feelin' like your control was gettin' iffy, embarrassed is a shitload better'n other options. Right? Of course right, I'm always right." He gestures airily, and watches as Justin turns back. A sigh of his own, and he turns as well. "How're you thinkin' you're gonna explain freakin' out? Also, I reckon she ain't in too much danger from the guys there. Melanie was already headin' to where you left her, right? An' with us gone she'll just be kinda drunk, pretty sure she'll function fine enough that way." He gives a tiny snort of a laugh. "Y'know, I reckon Coyote'd prolly think this was all pretty funny."

"Yeah, I am sure coyote would but I think it would be fucked up if something happened." Justin says as he continues back for the party house, storming a bit quicker. "I will think of something. That or she can scream at me. I don't care. I just want to make sure she is safe before I head home. Come on. Let's at least peek back in."

"I didn't mean if somethin' happened, I meant the shit so far," Felix specifies, and increases the speed of his saunter to match. "Seriously, I'm pretty sure she's gonna be fine, just confused an' upset. Not sayin' let's not go, just sayin', don't get an ulcer or nothin'." A moment, and then, "You could write a note. 'steada tryin' to say somethin', I mean, I got a pen, don't really have enough paper on me but I reckon we could find some, then I could go in an' check everything's okay, hand it over if you for definite wanna say somethin'."

"Yeah, she won't be able to read my hand writing." Justin says with a smirk on his face. "Maybe I will just tell her the truth, I am a virgin and got cold feet and freaked out. Least she can do is laugh at me." Once they reach the house, he opens the door and takes a quick peek inside, shifting his eyes from left to right to survey the party If he does not see her right away, he will slip in.

Felix snorts. "Well, she ain't gonna be able to read =mine=, so so much for that idea." He glances upward, giving the world a long-suffering look. "C'mon, then." Not that Justin wasn't already. The people in the yard get glances as they're passed, just to make sure they all seem to be both still breathing and not in a condition to cause trouble, and he takes the door from Justin when it's opened, prodding the Ahroun in the back to make him step in so he can as well. There's no sign of either girl in the main room, and the party looks a lot like they left it. Maybe slightly smaller. It hasn't been all that long, though, really.

Frowning, Justin heads into the party and moves down the hallway. Third door on the left if he was not able to spy them in the living room or the kitchen. Bracing himself, he gives a knock, then looks to open the door. "Hey... it's Justin.." He calls in tentatively as he peeks inside.

They're in there, both sitting on the bed. They look okay -- well, healthy and unmolested in any way they don't want to be, at least. Melanie starts to say something that, from the tone and first sound, was probably going to be 'fuck off!', but with the door opening that sense of the dangerous Rage washes over her again and it dies on her lips. She still shifts position slightly as if to shield Laura, which probably makes her a pretty good friend, considering. Laura's dressed again, and looks at the door warily when the Ahroun announces himself. "That was a pretty long trip to the bathroom," she says flatly, "You considered seeing a urologist?"

Looking visibly more relieved and sheepish, Justin says, "So, I um... totally.... freaked out... and ... um.. " He glances over his shoulder, then steps inside with a sigh. "I am sorry. It is just that I have.. um... never.. um... did... that.. before..." He rubs the back of his neck, glancing upwards and to the side away from them. "And I didn't want ... you... to make a mistake with a guy like me. I just figured .. that.. you know... " He scuffs his sneaker on the ground. ".... I would rather just take you to dinner first"

Felix leans against the doorjamb, practicing his 'look ridiculously comfortable' skill, and watches the interaction. Laura looks away, crossing her arms across her chest tightly, and Melanie suddenly looks furious, seeing that. She turns to Justin, looking entirely ready to read him the riot act -- and then quite clearly can't do it, the anger melting back into unease. The darker girl gives her friend a very faint smile for the emotion, putting a hand on her arm at the same time as the anger drains; one might think that was what quelled it, if they didn't know better. "I'll think about it," Laura says, after a moment. "You can give me your number."

"Can I get yours? I kinda don't have a phone... I'd have to use Felix's." Justin says as he rubs the back of his neck and looks flustered. Sliding out another playing card from his pocket, a Joker, he digs a magic marker out of his sock and ambles over towards her, uncapping it. He flips the card around and scribbles her name on it, then holds it out to her. "Lo siento mucho. Espero que me perdones. Eres tan hermosa y yo estoy aburrido y gris. Yo no queria que su primera vez sea en alguna fiesta. Mereces lo mejor."

At the mention of his name, Felix gives the pair of them his best charming grin, and a small wave. Melanie, who's still trying to be angry and not doing well at maintaining it, bites her bottom lip. Laura studies Justin, and at his words, she says with some annoyance, "Te dije que no lo hara, cuando apenas hemos conocido..." Still, she takes the card, and looks it over as though she's still considering -- then him again, with the same look. It's a couple more rather long seconds before she holds out her hand for the pen as well. "Es mejor que sea una buena cena," she mutters darkly, but there's a hint of humour in it.

"Voy a cocinar usted una comida tradicional que mi abuela solia hacer." Justin says with a small smile as he hands the marker over, then leans in to brush his lips against her cheek.

Laura smiles slightly at that answer, and lets him brush that kiss while she writes a number on the card. Felix gives Melanie a 'you get any of that?' look while the other two speak Spanish; the look she gives him back is pretty close to that initial fear/attraction look she had when he first pointed her out, but he still gives her a faint shrug in return -- 'yeah, me neither'. Leaving all the actual speech to Justin and Laura, for now. The latter hands the card and pen back to the former. "Eso suena como un buen comienzo," she says, "...hacerlo mejor esta vez. Buenas noches, Justin."

"Buenas noches bonita." Justin says as he brushes his fingers along her cheek, then leans in to give her a soft 'woof' against her ear. He takes the card from her and stuffs it into his hoodie pocket. Turning, he heads out the door to give Felix a nudge. "Alright, let's get that pizza."