It's evening, and right now Felix appears to be the only person at the Library. Maybe he texted Andrea a 'zzz. wut u ^ 2?', maybe she just felt like dropping by, but when she happens to arrive, he's in the sofa-including portion of the main room, playing guitar and singing to himself, though one has to approach a bit to hear it over the instrument. No audience whatsoever. Such a shame.

Making her way into the library is Andrea, dressed in cargo pants and a haltertop. A wind breaker is tied about her waist as well. "Hey handsome." She calls over once she spies him on the sofa with his guitar. Giving a grin, she flops down next to him and curls to her side so that she can face him and listen.

"Hey," Felix replies, grinning back, and picks up the next line, continuing the song -- Basket Case, by Green Day, which he seems to be enjoying. He's half-sitting on the arm of the sofa, one foot on the cushion so that the knee partly supports the guitar, which makes it even easier to face him when she curls like that; from the positioning of the movable bits of furniture around, he may not've been sitting the whole time he's been here. He's really pretty good, and currently practically overflowing with energy, a fair amount of which is getting channeled into playing. "...I need a drummer an' a bassist," he says when he finishes, shaking his head, and sighs. Andrea gets another grin then, though, and with a just barely plausibly deniable level of suggestiveness, "Any requests?"

"How about if I sing to you?" Andrea says as she holds out her hands for the guitar. "I know of a few people that play instruments but none of the kin or fuzzy kind." As she leans into him a bit, she grins. "You're really good. I could listen to you all day as long as it wasn't Green Day."

Felix glances at her hands when she holds them out. "...you play left-handed? 'cause otherwise, gonna work better if you have me play for you," he says, and pokes lightly at her thigh with the toe of his boot, for no particularly good reason. "And eh, I like Green Day. But I like a lotta shit. Especially if I can play it loud an' fast." Another grin, this one quicker and toothier. "...thanks, though. At the moment I'd be satisfied with not kin or fuzzy but has the balls to stay in a room with me long enough to jam."

"I can give left handed a try. Would be fun." Andrea reaches out to snag his foot as he pokes her with it, then unties his boot and looks to tug it off. "You definitely enjoy loud and fast, that much I've found out about you." Once she frees his foot, she slides her hand up along his leg in a playful squeeze. "C'mon, lemmie play it."

"Well, it ain't the only thing I enjoy," Felix smirks, and considers a moment longer before gently handing the blue, heavily-stickered instrument over. It's obviously a standard right-handed instrument, just currently strung to be played flipped by a left-hander. It's as much a make-do as the reanimation of the guitar and amp and the powering of the latter themselves, and won't last as long or sound quite as good, but playing the wrong way 'round means fighting all that well-learnt body-memory of what fingers do what and where. "Careful, it's had a hard life," he warns her, and glances over his shoulder, "...though not as hard as that amp. I gotta find me a replacement 'fore Justin's jury-riggin' gives out."

Reaching out and taking the guitar, Andrea shifts it into place properly as he runs her fingers along the strings to listen to the notes. Fishing a plastic paperclip out of her pocket, she lets it pluck along the strings for a moment as she gets used to the new way the chords are set up. "Got plans?" She asks after humming along with a chord, then tweaks it at the top a gentle quarter of an inch.

"Rarely," Felix replies, tone dry as he slides off the sofa arm onto the cushion proper and reaches down to take the other boot off to match the first. "You mean specifically about replacin' it?" He watches her sidelong as she messes with his guitar; the expression stays casual, but there's a bit of tension there, especially when she tweaks at his tuning.

"No, just about tonight." Andrea says as she plays the chord again, much more satisfied this time, then starts to pluck along at the strings gently. "Party girls don't get hurt - can't feel anything - when will I learn? I push it down, I push it down. I'm the one a good time calls, phone blowing up and ringing my door bell. I feel the love, I feel the love. Oooh.. one-two-three, one two-three-three. Throw them back until I lose count! Ooooh, I am going to swing from the chandelier. From the chandelier. OOooh.. I'm going to live like tomorrow doesn't exist.. like it doesn't exist.." She sings out to the Galliard, her voice soft, but emotional. "OOoh.. I'm going to fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry. OOoh.. I'm going to swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier... I'm just holding on for dear life.. won't look down or open my eyes. Keep my glass full until morning light. Cuz' I'm just holding on for tonight, help me up, hold on to me for dear life.." She closes her eyes as she rocks side to side, each pluck of the chords so sad and lonely.

Felix listens, smiling slightly when he recognizes the song, starting to hum a soft harmony to go along with her after a couple lines; when she gets to the second time through on the swinging on the chandelier, he sings along, quiet and still in harmony, leaving her the virtual spotlight. Such as it is, in here. "...you got a good voice," he tells her, when she's finished and the last of it dies away. "And nah, I didn't have anythin' in particular planned. Lilah's off havin' steak with rich folks, dunno where anyone else is right now. Figured I'd have a drink an' a smoke an' get some playin' in, didn't think much past that yet. Why? You got any?"

As she continues to sing, Andrea appears to be growing more and more emotional through the song as her fingers lightly play along the strings. There is a bit of a stammer in her voice as her eyes blink a few times. Shifting her jaw once the song ends, she gives a faint smile to him. "No plans here myself. Can't get ahold of Henry so I figure he is out doing ... I don't know, something or another. Probably yoga."

Felix studies her, with that stammer and all, and reaches out to move a bit of hair away from her face, whether it really needed it or not. "'s a pretty song," he muses, settling back into the corner of the couch a bit, "an' I'm all for livin' like tomorrow doesn't exist. ...an' swingin' from chandeliers, if I could find any, actually, that sounds fun. But I reckon if she ain't really havin' fun, maybe she oughta be lookin' at doin' shit differently." He stretches, glancing at the ceiling; alas, no suitable chandeliers in evidence. "Heh. Yoga. Well, seein' as I got nothin' particular to do, and you got nothin' particular to do, we oughta do somethin' together." A glance toward the window that powers the amp, and he decides, "It ain't that late. We could keep hangin' here, or go see what kinda trouble we can get into out there somewhere."

"Yeah, this song is pretty much my life." Andrea mutters as she puts the guitar gently to the side, then stretches herself upwards as she rises off the couch. "I'm down for whatever you wanna do. Been awhile since I've been out on a proper street rat date." She says as she reaches down to snag him by the hand and tugs him upwards to his feet as she takes a step back.

Felix takes the hand, but instead of letting her pull him up, aims to pull her down into his lap and wrap the other arm around her waist. "Then don't do that shit," he says, shrugging. "Do what you wanna do, and fuck what you don't. Well, 'cept maybe when it really needs doin'," he allows a bit grudgingly, "but that's a different kinda thing anyhow." He moves his feet to find the boots and wriggle into them.

Settling down upon his lap, Andrea's knees fall on either side of his hips as she brushes her fingers along his chest. "Easy for you to say mister super hero werewolf." Leaning in, she brushes her mouth against his for a kiss. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a small baggie and slips a pill out which she pops into her mouth, followed by a quick swallow. "Mmm.. " As he moves to rise, she rolls off him on to the couch. "Let's go for night hot dogs."

"I was sayin' that long before I was a super hero werewolf," Felix replies, and meets that kiss, "...well, without the really needin' doin' part, that they beat into me later." He catches the baggy hand while she's taking that pill, looking at it curiously. "Whatcha got there?" He lets her stand, though, and leans to do up his boots, quick and practiced. The guitar gets put away, as well, and the amp turned off, before he's ready to go anywhere.

With a swallow, Andrea lets out a soft shuddery sigh, then reaches out to slide her arms about his hips. "Mm, just a vitamin." She drawls out with a goofy grin, then leans in to sneak a kiss along his neck. "You feel so good." Rubbing her nose against his, she grabs his hand again once his boots are on and tugs him towards the door.

Felix quirks a brow. "Liar," he says, with amusement rather than annoyance, letting her have the bag back, "You could at least share." He tips his head to give her more room for that kiss, and lets her tug him once he's ready. "I dunno, I reckon I've felt better," he drawls, "but we can work on that as we go."

"If you want one, you can." Andrea says as she fishes one of the dual tone colored capsules out and holds it up to his mouth. Her eyes are starting to look a bit faded an glazed as her other hand squeezes his tightly, looking to draw him closer. "You feel good to /me/."

Felix eyes the pill a moment, then grins and opens his mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. There's a tiny pause before it goes down, making the swallow slightly less dry, and he lets her pull him near, leaning in to kiss her once he's close enough. "Letcha test that theory out more in a bit."

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The pill takes about 30minutes to kick in properly and starts with a feeling of general well-being and euphoria. Somewhat akin to pot, or the buzz that comes with drinking. This is followed by a resistance to pain, and a greater sensitivity to tactile and audio input. Along with a general lowering of inhibitions. Basically, it feels damn nice, and enhances any experience involving sound and/or tactile sensation. Lasts a good 3-4 hours. Fallout kicks in after that, with dehydration, mild headache, and drymouth. Fuzzy brain syndrome. Which can last 5-8 hours. Popping another keeps these symptoms at bay for 3-4 hours. Dicewise, the WP difficulty to resist impulsive decisions goes up by 2 for 48 hours after ingestion. Repeated use in 48 hours increases the Diff of these rolls by 1. Anything raised above a diff of 10, you starts removing dice from your WP pool.
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<OOC> Felix snickers. 'Dicewise, this pill makes you more Felix-y.'
<OOC> Andrea_J nodnods. "She's probably popped about 3 today XD
<OOC> Felix: Well. I guess he did say they could go see what kinda trouble they could get into! ;)

Returning the kiss, Andrea digs her fingers into his hair as she works her mouth against his. "Oh? You want me to?" She asks as her hands slides along his chest, giving faint tugs at the shirt. "But, hooooot doooooogs." She drawls out to him in a lazy tone.

Felix wraps his free arm around Andrea, pulling her in a bit more insistently for the kiss, and gives her a wicked grin and downward slide of his hand into a position where a good squeeze counts as definitely fresh in lieu of a verbal answer to her question. "But, hot dogs," he agrees, "...maybe ice cream. C'mon." He steps away, still holding her hand, and this time he leads the way toward the door.

Walking with him towards the door, Andrea grips his hand tightly as she gives them a bit of a sway back and forth. "Hot dogs and ice cream sounds like a great date." She says in a lazy tone. Letting go of his hand, she curls it around his waist now as she sings out to him. "We're daaaating."

No resistance to the arm around his waist, and he slides his own around her shoulders in return, falling into a comfortable stroll. "Nah, we can't be datin', 'cause we're already with other people," Felix muses, "We're just hangin' out. With hot dogs an' ice cream an' shit." And sideways glances that flicker over her, top to toe and back, with the kind of cheekily obvious appreciation that gets people slapped in bars. If they're unlucky. "You been livin' here longer'n me. Where's the best hot dogs?"

"We're daaating." Andrea chimes in again as she continues to prance along with him, then tugs him down the street. "We're gonna go to Chilly Willies. Named after a penguin. They got chili dogs." She drawls out to him as she wraps her other arm about him so they can cuddle as they walk down the dark street.

"Mm, I dunno, I hate it when my willy gets chilly," Felix says, aiming for deadpan, but too amused by the bounciness and cuddling to really pull it off at present. "...but chili dogs sounds good." He seems not inclined to counter her claim about what they're up to again, and fairly pleased to have her snuggled up so close. "Why'd they name it after a penguin? Ain't like there's a lot of those hangin' around, makin' chili dogs or not."

"Because they serve ice cream there too." By now, Andrea's hands are massaging into his chest and hips as she snuggles into him with each step they take. Giving him a wry grin, she turns and pushes him up against the wall of a building, then leans forward to press her mouth against his for another firm, hungry kiss.

Felix laughs as he's pushed, and cooperates with the attempt, letting her get him up against that wall and sliding his free arm around her to keep her there while he meets that kiss. When he eventually breaks it, he teases, voice a low purr, "I thought you wanted hot dogs before gettin' that testin' in." A shift of his weight, then, keeping his grip on her, to roll the pair of them so that their respective positions are switched when he aims to kiss her again.

As they roll and her back is against the building, Andrea lets out a loud sigh as she pulls his hips up against hers. She gives him another kiss firmly on the lips, letting out a soft rumble, "I definitely want a wiener." She says with a wink to him. "I just like touching you sshoooooo mush."

The winking remark gets a little growl, and Felix presses in more firmly against her. "I definitely wanna give you one," he replies, and bites her bottom lip. A quick glance around, and he steps back from her, taking her hand and drawing her after him as he walks about a building and a half on, quick strides, to where there's an alley between two edifices. He glances at it as they approach, and it's almost visible when the specific idea occurs; it's just about simultaneous that he steps toward it, checking out the contents and general layout of the place. And it hasn't even been long enough for the effects of his pill to properly kick in, yet.

Following after him as she clutches his hand, Andrea gives him a lazy grin. As she shambles, she stares down at his ass as they go, giving it a playful swat a few times before she looks about the alley. "So you don't want hot dogs?" She teases him with a nosing along the back of his neck.

"Reckon they'll still be there for a while yet," Felix replies to the teasing, and the swats get a laugh, but he doesn't let go of her other hand. Distracted though he may be, he musters up enough alertness for a good look around, including upward for cameras; apparently he can be taught. Some things. Nothing evident from near the entrance, so he leads her in further. There's a skittering sound, and then a cat shoots out of the shadows, fleeing away from the terrifying two-legged creatures and knocking something over as it goes. The alley doesn't have too much potential cover in it -- possibly why it seems currently fairly uninhabited, but it means there isn't much for them to make use of, either. Felix seems willing enough to just pin Andrea up against the wall again in the shadows at the moment, though.

As she walks with him through the alley, Andrea snuggles in against his back as her hand clutches his. "Mmm.. how romantic." She whispers hotly against his ear. When she is pinned up against the wall, her hands grab the front of his shirt, tugging him closer so that her mouth can devour his in a hard, moist kiss. He can feel her body press against his, seeking out every inch of his touch against her trembling body.

Felix gives a breath of a laugh at her whisper. "Oh, 's romance what you were lookin' for from me?" he asks with too much amusement to quite reach believably innocent tones. The whole pinning thing doesn't help much there either.

[Somewhat later...]

Felix steps back and offers her his hand again, heading back out of the alley and in the direction they were headed before they got distracted. He hums to himself cheerfully as they start on the way, then grins and sings, "Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time / I feel ali-i-i-i-ive..." A capella Queen gets a stare from a driver who passes with open windows, which does not appear to have any effect.

Giggling, Andrea clings to his hand and leans into his arm, snuggling her cheek into his shoulder. "Mmhm, we are close." She says as she gives a motion of her hand to the small hot dog shoppe that is built in between a pawn shop and a Rite Aid. Giving their hands a swing back and forth, she pulls him in after hipping the door open, then practically drags him to the counter. Licking her lips, she leans forward on the counter while pushing her hips backwards against Felix's "Heeeey. I want a foot long with chili and cheese and onions. Annnnd.. a soda." She drawls out in a giddy manner to the cashier, before reaching out to snag him by the hand, fingers brushing his. "You are -so- soft!"

Felix sings some more of the song as they go, enjoying himself and shamelessly hamming it up; it's a good thing for those in earshot that he can actually sing, 'cause he used up all his quiet a few minutes ago. The pawn shop's window gets a considering look as they pass by and into the restaurant. He's quite willing to hold her hand while they walk, and even more to stand behind her while she leans on the counter like that to order, his hands sliding down along her waist and settling on her hips. He looks around the place, taking in their surroundings, and then the cashier himself, noticing his glance at Andrea's shirt when she's leaning like that, and the deer in the headlights expression her initial grabbing of his hands gets. "Bet he's not now," he says, giving the poor guy a smirk. It does very little to make that sense of danger about half the people around them are experiencing any less menacing. It also probably doesn't really help with getting the Galliard's order put in, but he goes for it anyway, "I'll've a chili cheese dog too. With the onions. An' a large soda, and one of those hot fudge sundae things you got up there on the menu." Another glance, this time considering where in the room he might want to settle, but nothing is so enticing it wins out over the current position as yet.

Giggling at his statement, Andrea turns to the cashier and flashes a wide grin. "S'at true? Do you got a boner now?" She rumbles to him. "He just fucked me in the alley a few minutes ago. If you're lucky, maybe I'll take a peek at /your/ foot long later." Her eyes narrow coyly as her rear grinds backwards into Felix's hips, giving them a playful circling. She fishes over a few dollars after jamming her free hand into her pocket, then puts them on the counter. Poor cashier.

And there Andrea goes reinforcing why staying where he was is such a good plan! For Felix, at least; the cashier is slightly more ambivalent. He doesn't yank his hand away from hers, and though he pinkens slightly at her question and casual mention of recent activities, at that last comment and her coy look, his gaze flicks over her in a distinctly appreciative way, the sort that suggests if Felix wouldn't already have won that bet, his chances are only increasing. Until the guy's glance inevitably ends up =at= Felix, and he realises he's being very directly watched. The knowing smirk hasn't gone anywhere, and the combination -- from the werewolf, anyway -- is enough to make him blanch and mutter flustered apologies while trying to reclaim his hand and do his job. Which makes the Galliard's smirk shade somewhat more malicious. "What," he asks the guy, with some of the least convincing innocence he's ever bothered to put on, "don't you like her?" He lets that whole paying thing wait a bit.

"Maybe he likes you more." Andrea says as she gives a soft laugh, then turns her head to press her lips against the Galliard's for a moment before tugging him to a table. "See you later, stud." She drawls to the cashier as she practically prances to the table i the far back with the Garou in tow. Throwing herself down into the cushioned seat, she scoots in a few inches, then gives herself somewhat of a sprawl. "Haha... he was probably drilling a hole in the counter in front of him."

"Could be," Felix allows to her theory, "I'm very likable." He returns the kiss, and lets himself be led to the table she chooses, the swagger in his stroll more blatant than usual. He drops down into the same side of the booth as Andrea, taking up some of her space, though he slouches just enough to prop his feet up on the seat on the opposite side. "Yeah," he agrees, grinning, "Betcha he spends his next break in the bathroom."

"Ha. If he does, maybe I will follow him in." Andrea says as she leans into the Garou, placing her head on his shoulder while her hand fishes under his shirt to tease along his flesh. "I could fuck you pretty much every day." She growls against his ear in a teasing fashion. "Multiple times a day. I love it." He can feel her foot sliding up along his calf now to tease him up and down. "After this, whatcha wanna do?"

Felix slides an arm around the girl, the grin widening at her growl, and he doesn't pull away from hand nor foot. "Funny thing, I think I could prolly be more or less okay with that," he drawls, "I mean, we all got our crosses to bear." His fingers play along the bare skin of her arm. "Hadn't so much been thinkin' 'bout after this, but I reckon you mighta given me an idea or two. Possibly involvin' the restroom. But aside from that..." He considers briefly. "Could go dancin'. Or drivin', maybe. Or one an' then the other."

Andrea_J gives him a sly grin. "What? You wanna follow him into the bathroom also?" She says as she gives a nip to his neck, then hugs him even tighter about the shoulders as he snuggles into his body. "Dancing sounds fun. Could work up a good sweat before we head back and have sex again." The Gaian gives him a mischievous look upon her face, then gives a clap as the food arrives at the table. Plucking up her drink, she pulls it close and pops another pill into her mouth, followed by a sip of her soda to wash it down.

Felix snorts. "Only if I was gonna take his wallet. An' anyone workin' here needs all the cash they got." A flicker of a glance toward the counter and kitchen behind it, less than a second but there isn't any malice in it this time. He turn his head to nip at her ear right about the time food arrives, and then, well, there's eating to be done. "...where you thinkin' for 'back'?" he asks, picking up one of the hot dogs, and laughs when she takes the second pill. "Damn, girl, that last one's only barely got goin', you're takin' that shit like candy." Not that he looks like he can't see any attraction in the idea, given the one he had is pretty damn nice so far. This time he doesn't ask, though. Or at least not yet.

"Maybe my place at the apartment. That way we can use a real bed." Andrea says after a few more sips of her soda, then takes a big bit of her chili dog. "Mmm, mmm... my buzz was wearing off and I want to ride it alllll night." She drawls out to him as her eyes glaze over just a bit. She goes back to touching him with one hand, sliding it down the front of his pants to fondle him under his undies. The other continues to hold her hot dog, nibbling away on it as she sinks in against his shoulder. "You should spend the night. Mom won't be home I am sure. She is never home. So, it's my place now."

"I've slept in a lot less real beds'n mine," Felix says, "...but yeah, I reckon havin' the rest of the parts is pretty nice. Can think of things it bein' up higher's real nice for..." He sips his drink, and has another bite of the hot dog. "Mmf. Y'know. I met her today. That was kinda weird. She seemed pretty okay. Y'all don't see each other all that much?"

Andrea_J blinks her eyes and straightens up a bit, though she does not remove her hand from it's comfy position within his pants. "Huh? You did?" Her eyes roll upwards. "I am sure you were practically worshipping every word she spoke, huh? I know she is like super famous and whatever." Scoffing, she glances off to the side a bit. "And no, I do not see her much. She is so busy saving the world all the time and most nights she just goes home to her boyfriend."

Felix's hand drifts toward her wrist to discourage any such decisions just in case, but when it doesn't become necessary, uses it to tuck a bit of her hair behind her ear and lightly stroke along the edge of her jaw, instead. "I ain't real good at practically worshippin'," he says, "Though at least so far here no one's hit me yet for my kinda respectin' folks. Yeah, I heard of her before, there's a few folks 'round here I heard mentioned now an' then. That wasn't weird, though." Another bite of his hot dog, and even while chewing it, he eyes hers speculatively like it might taste better and possibly he ought to find out.

Cramming another bite of her hotdog into her mouth, Andrea chomps away, then swallows. "I get it though. She is just .. busy. It is not like I am a little girl anymore that needs mommy time. I just wish she would take a vacation from this shit and just hang out with me once in awhile." With a shiver, she brushes her fingers in and out of the soft fuzz beneath his boxers, leaning her head into his shoulder.

"Yeah..." Felix strokes her hair again, and then a couple more times, because it's just all soft and sleek and nice under the fingers. He sighs, although there's no real way for it not to sound mostly pleased with her hand hanging out in his pants like that, whatever else he might be thinking. "Ain't heard from my mother since I," tiny pause, picking a phrase, "got recruited. But shit, wasn't seein' much of her before that anyhow," he says with a flippant shrug, "Reckon we both got better things to do with our time." He give Andrea a kiss on the top of her head, while it rests on his shoulder, and then does try chasing her hot dog with his mouth to try and bite it, despite still having some of his own left.

Andrea_J laughs softly as she lets him take a bite of her hot dog. "I guess I shouldn't complain so much. I just feel like I do not fit in anywhere in life. My dad bailed after we moved to Cali. I do not get along with kids at school. I am always in one fight or another." She says with a long grumpy breath. "You know I am on the soccer team there? I actually do kinda good for myself. But, no one shows up to cheer for me. I get picked on a bit in the locker room and I gotta pretend like I can't fight because I do not want to get in trouble or expelled or something. Not like my grades are any good anyways." She narrows her eyes a bit, then digs out another pill and crams it into her mouth quickly.

Felix eats the bite with a look as though he's deciding whether the hot dog is indeed tastier when it isn't yours, and possibly coming down on the side of 'yes'. Blessedly, he doesn't follow up on that by continuing to steal it, though. "I just had the fights," he says, with a slightly feral grin that recalls the current moon phase, "...but then again, I also got expelled, so I reckon you might be on to somethin' there, planwise." He doesn't mention the grades, but what are the odds he was in line for valedictorian, really? He does not offer to tutor. "Hey," he protests mildly, brow furrowing as she goes for another pill, and reaches over to try to snag the bag, "go easy, I'm shitty at first aid if you OD or somethin'." Not that he actually tries to stop her taking the one she's got, or doesn't eye the remaining ones in a rather tempted manner again. "...anyway, I'm thinkin', you oughta get us to come to a game or three, or somethin'. All us Coyotes, I mean. 'cause I reckon number one, hey, we could cheer for you, an' number two, betcha a shitload of those kids ain't gonna fuck with you no more if they reckon we might take offense." A flash of the dangerous grin again, "...an' who knows. We might."

Andrea_J looks amused as she peeks up at him, then rolls her eyes upwards. "You guys do not want to come to my soccer games. You would be bored. It is not as fun as you may think it is. I also soooo do not want the cops called on you guys if something goes down." She snuggles into him, curling under one of his arms. Her nose wrinkles up at his protest of the pills but she doesn't say anything. There is about five more of the brightly colored capsules inside.

"...I'll be honest, there's a pretty decent chance I'd be at least half drunk," Felix says, sounding perfectly cheerful about it, "And I dunno, we're talkin' a bunch of athletic chicks runnin' around in shorts a lot, right? We might be able to find somethin' to enjoy about it here an' there. We could bring signs an' shout about you bein' awesome. We most likely wouldn't start shit." 'Most likely'. And of course that doesn't cover other people doing things they might consider starting. "Anyway, ain't they always havin' fights at soccer games in Europe? That's parta the whole tradition, right?" It's definitely at least mostly teasing, by that point. He glances at the pills, considering, then tucks the baggie away in =his= pocket, for the time being. Andrea gets comfortably snuggled while he polishes off his dog, and starts in on the melting ice cream. That, he eats a bit faster, offering her a spoonful here and there. And getting it on the end of her nose, clearly intentionally.

"Yes, well, that is like... professional soccer and Europe only has that going for them. No one fights at high school soccer. Hardly anyone shows up except hard core soccer moms." Andrea shifts over and slides into his lap, settling her knees on either side of his hips. As he steals her bag of pills, she frowns and reaches for them in his pocket. "Hey, you gotta buy your own. You can't just snatch mine." She says with a smirk, giving her tongue a few flicks upwards to try and clear the ice cream away from her nose tip.

Felix laughs, smacking her hand, but gently, while he wraps the other arm around her waist, helping settle her in his lap. Any remaining ice cream can just wait. "I'll give 'em back," he says, "...well, nearly all of 'em, anyway. Might steal one when this one starts wearin' off. But trust me, they'll last longer this way even if I do, 'cause I ain't as fucked up as you right now." Which is clearly why, after eyeing her attempts to clean her nose, he has to lean in and give it a good lick to handle things for her. "...I reckon I might could maybe fight a soccer mom, if she was REALLY hardcore. Ain't big on fightin' girls less there's a reason they oughta be able to hold their own." Meanwhile he'll hold her, fingers of the arm around her playing up and down the bared portion of her back.

"I am -not- fucked up either!" Suddenly, anger flies up in Andrea's eyes as she glowers down at him, followed by a hard shove against his chest. "Why would you even say that for!" With a scramble, she looks to work herself off of his lap, every bit of her filled with rage. "Gimmie my pills, I'm going home." She says, holding her hand out in a demanding fashion.

Felix blinks, taken aback, and the shove does push him back into the cushion, though he doesn't let go of her. There's just a flash of mirroring anger across his eyes, a hint of extra tension in his arm, and then it's gone, back down to just what's always there. "Whoa, whoa, chill," he says, actually rather gently, "All I meant's you're higher'n I am, babe. Seein' as I only had one an' you had three I saw; if that didn't have an effect you wouldn't waste 'em doin' that, right? Didn't mean nothin' bad by it, promise. Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' fucked up now an' then." It's not until he's done speaking that he does actually take the bag back out, unhurried, and offers it to her, and he still doesn't let go to make it simple for her to get up yet. "I ain't gonna try an' keep you 'round against your will or nothin', but I still think the rest of our plans sounded pretty good."

Taking the bag from him, Andrea shoves it into her pocket and glowers at him still, looking frustrated. A pout forms across her face and she looks away from him, biting her lip and trying not to cry.

"C'mon now," Felix says, tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear, "We're friends, ain't we? Can't claim I ain't never an asshole," as the cashier would probably be willing to attest, at least while well out of range, "but when've I ever been shitty to you, hm? Why would I now?" He touches under her chin, trying to direct her head to look at him again, and while the other arm stays around her, it's slightly looser.

"Yeah, we're friends." The kinfolk mumbles softly as she relaxes a bit, though she still looks flustered. Slumping forward, she leans in against him again, resting her head upon his chest as she listens to his heartbeat. Her hand slides under his shirt again, tracing lines across his muscles.

Felix smiles slightly, and the arm around her tightens in again, this time a squeeze rather than a restriction. "Good." His other hand pets her hair some more, mostly to be affectionate and calming, but also because, "Man, your hair is really soft. And silky." At least the niceness of the touch-type feelings hasn't been harmed!

"I use conditioner." Andrea says as she snuggles in against him, her voice soft and drowsy as she lets out a sigh. "Mom has expensive stuff sitting around the house so I just use it." She eyes the half ate hot dog, then wrinkles her nose as she finds her appetite gone. "You wanna get out of here?"