Compact is the word for him: wiry, maybe 5'6" in his beat-up black combat boots, with a sense of compressed energy and imminence like a coiled spring -- or a cocked gun. Never quite still for long, balance flowing through the balls of his feet. There's a striking intensity to his narrow blue-green eyes, the colour contrasting with his fair skin and spiky copper hair; just below the left is what at first appears to be a faint mole, but closer inspection reveals as a small, long-healed scar. His features are appealing, with high cheekbones and a good jawline, but it's the confident mein and roguish smile that most often seem to draw people in.
The above are probably the first things people notice on nights during which he is not also wearing a fluffy, full-length caramel-coloured probably-faux fur coat. This not one of those nights. Under it, he's more reasonably clad, in old black jeans with a rip in one knee and the cuffs half walked off, with a faded black band t-shirt ('Anarchy Burger - Hold the Government', parodying the In-N-Out sign) under an open dark red hawaiian shirt. There's a couple leather-and-bead bracelets on one wrist and a length of ball-chain disappearing beneath his collar; his nails were apparently painted black some time ago, since they're starting to show chips. Late teens, most likely, and when he speaks it's in a mellifluous, southern-accented baritone voice.
Thick honey-blonde hair, styled in a poofy set of curls, rings this pretty blue-eyed young woman's head. She's in her late teens, and her hair's currently left down, though it's occasionally pinned up. She stands about five and a half feet tall, and is a little on the thin side of things, though not to an extreme. She dresses mostly in informal styles, from ripped jeans and tank tops to the occasional sundress.
Currently, she wears the former, her black tank top emblazoned with a large sequined red heart, and her jeans so ripped as to be nearly indecent. About half of the heart's sequins are missing. Her feet are clad in red strappy lightly-heeled sandals that have seen better days. She wears little in the way of jewelry, just a black wooden bracelet, and (probably fake) gold earrings. When she speaks, a fairly thick Southern accent is evident.
P-A-R-T WHY? Cuz I gotta! Rihanna's bringing the noise right now, Disturbia playing fairly loudly from a souped-up stereo. It's probably been custom big-upped by the Glass Walker kin who calls it home, Lydia. That, or her husband, hereinafter referred to as Garou Stu, who's over at a a makeshift bar in the kitchen. He's fetching himself a beer-- this isn't the sort of soiree with a bartender in attendance. It's mainly cheap liquor and cheaper beer. Lilah's dancing along with the music, shaking what Gaia gave her, and at least a tad bit tipsy. She's got a beer in one hand, while the other's keeping time with the beat. A few other kinfolk are dancing as well, one of whom's far more drunk than the others, and dancing on the sofa right now. His name's Earl, and no matter what's playing, he's game to dance along. Lilah laughs as he jumps up on the sofa, but Lydia's far less impressed-- though she laughs, she pretty firmly tells him to get down. Which of course he willfully misinterprets as, 'get down with your bad self.'
<OOC> Felix totally has Persuasion on, mostly because he can. Just as a note.
<OOC> Lilah grins.
<OOC> Lilah says, "You'll have to remind me *exactly* how that works... sorry."
<OOC> Felix says, "http://darkforcesmush.wikia.com/wiki/Gift:_Persuasion (the 'all Social rolls' is more directly relevant to why he would than literal persuading in this particular situation)."
<OOC> Lilah says, "Nice. :D"
If it's loud enough in there it might just about drown out the sound of a car pulling up out front, despite the definitely-in-need-of-a-new-muffler level of noise it makes. A somewhat geeky Walker kin sitting near the front window and avoiding dancing probably notices, though, and definitely notices the doorbell a minute or so later; he glances around and unfolds from the couch, heading over to open the door. He's tipsy enough to open it further than technically necessary to see who's there, and who's there adds enough pressure to keep it going far enough that he can step in. Who's there is, also, Felix. He's compact, maybe 5'6" in his beat-up black combat boots, with spiky red hair, and these are probably the first things people notice on nights during which he is not also wearing a fluffy, full-length caramel-coloured probably-faux fur coat. This not one of those nights. "Evenin'," he greets the kin with a bright grin, "Not too late, am I?" A glancing assessment of the kin, and he puts a mostly-full bottle of whiskey in the guy's hand before he manages to answer, with a, "Hold this a sec." He doesn't seem to allow the possibility that it won't work. He steps in enough to take the door and close it behind him, then starts taking his coat off. It IS reasonably warm in here. And out there, if one thinks about it at all. Under it, he's more seasonably clad, in old black jeans with a rip in one knee and the cuffs half walked off, and a faded black band t-shirt ('Anarchy Burger - hold the government', parodying the In-N-Out sign) under an open dark red hawaiian shirt. There's a couple leather-and-bead bracelets on one wrist, and his nails were apparently painted black some time ago, since they're starting to show chips. "Uh..." the kin says, looking as though this situation is entirely outside his realm of reference, and glances around for someone to rescue him. Felix glances around for a clearly entirely different reason, taking in the room, and takes the bottle back, giving the guy the coat instead. "Thanks. No idea where we're putting coats, toss that wherever it is for me, would you?" He gives the guy another grin and immediately starts heading toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen, or possibly toward Garou Stu, since they're in the same place.
"Seriously, Earl... off the damn couch," Garou Stu says, but even he's having trouble not laughing as Earl shimmies. Still, another look at Lydia, and Earl hops off the couch, taking a quick bow as the song ends. It fades into Ellie Goulding's 'Lights,' and yes, it is pretty loud. Still, at least one person there had sharp enough hearing to catch his car's arrival, and it's not 'need to shout' levels of loud in here, thankfully. Lilah throws her head back happily as the song changes, and continues on with her dancing, fluffing her hair a bit. She's not half bad at the whole thing, despite being at least a few beers into the evening. Garou Stu seems unconcerned at Felix's arrival, though it's certainly noted. He gives the man a chin-up of greeting, offering him his pick of the cheap libations on offer. Thankfully, this means the poor geeky kinfolk, Joey, can relax and find a spot for Felix's coat. "Glad you could make it," Garou Stu says to Felix, in a not very emotive way. Still, it's fairly obvious that it's not meant as a slight. It's a guy thing, if anything. Lilah twirls about with the music, her hair flying a bit, and stops, laughing loudly, as another kinfolk accidentally bumps into her. Her name's Peggy, and the two seem fairly friendly, judging by the lack of bother about the bumping. Lilah gives Peggy a quick hug, and then goes to take a drink of her beer. Alas, it is empty. Sad days.
Felix looks pretty amused by Earl's antics, lifting his (closed) bottle to the guy in a mock-toast, and his gaze lingers a bit on the more female portions of the dancefloor on the way to the kitchen. "Hey. Glad I could too," he answers Stu, with another grin, "Nice place you got here. Oh, thanks-for-havin'-me gift." Another slight lift of the bottle, this one illustrative, before he sets it on the counter with the rest and eyes his options consideringly. If the amount missing from the bottle in question disappeared in the recent past, he's handling it pretty well thus far, or seems to be; at the moment he snags himself a beer and opens it in a practised movement. He sets the opener back down and leans up against the edge of the archway between the two rooms, scanning the living room consideringly. Lilah and Peggy's dancing -- and subsequent bumping -- are definitely made note of, as well as Lilah's expression after the attempted drink. He sips his own beer, fleetingly thoughtful, and then steps back over to the 'bar', snagging another bottle of the type Lilah was holding and popping it open. "So, I'm guessin' that there's your lovely wife?" he says to Stu, indicating Lydia of the Earl-chastening-look with a tilt of his head.
The next song's less electronic than the others, but no one seems to mind, and the same people are still dancing, save Peggy and Lilah. In Peggy's case, she's chatting with Joey now, and the two look fairly fond of each other-- though it's hard to tell just yet if they're only very close friends, or something more. In Lilah's case, she's dropping her beer off in a glass/plastic recycling bin, still laughing a little. The song playing, by the by, is She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart, and Lilah sways to the music without going into full dancing. Her cheeks are a bit flushed, maybe from exertion or her drinking, who knows. Earl takes another bow in response to Felix, and tries to drag Lydia with him onto the dancefloor. She waves him off, back in good cheer but still SO not going dance with him. Stu inclines his head to Felix, saying, "Thanks, man. For the compliment and the drink, both. I'm sure we'll put it to good use." He doesn't seem overly bothered by the drink being partially drank. When Lydia is pointed to, Stu nods his head, unable to help but smile a bit. "One and the same." He cracks his own bottle of beer, taking a swig. He shoots Lydia a wink, but unfortunately she doesn't catch it.
Félix nods slightly at the confirmation, the man's smile getting one from him as well before the most fleeting of glances at the bottles again. 'course he's already holding two beers, so if he was considering them, either he'll have to grow more hands or it'll just have to wait. He gives Stu one of those looks that convey 'I approve of your choice in a way that does not require any attempt to kick my ass' before taking a good drink and glancing toward the recycling bin. "Haven't met a lot of these folks yet," he observes, "Who's the blonde?"
'Fifth Harmony - Worth It' comes over the speakers, and that gets even geeky ol' Joey to flaunt his moves, which leads to Peggy just about dying laughing. Rather than discouraging him, it seems to boost his confidence, and he throws in a little butt wiggle. Peggy playfully shoves him, and walks over toward Lydia, whereupon Lydia finally acquiesces to Earl's dance demands. It's like some crazy Rube Goldberg series of events, from Joey to Peggy to Lydia to Earl and finally to Stu, who tries (and fails) to hide a bit of a glower. Still, he's not seeming super ragey, just somewhat disappointed. "Hm?" he says to Felix, and then gives a nod as he follows the man's gaze to the blonde in question. "Oh, that'd be Delilah Merriweather. Gnawer kin. Works at the diner with her pa. I don't know her all that well, but her ma and pa are real nice." He takes a long pull from the beer, pauses, and finishes it off. Seems he's getting chattier with the booze, and he grabs another beer while he's at it. "You in town long? If you get a chance, should stop by the brewery here. Solid brews."
"...good name," Felix decides, glancing back to her after the chain of dance and not-dance completes and Stu answers. "Probably not in town too long, but who knows? Reckon I might be able to fit a brewery in regardless, though. Sounds worth checking out." He's been absently drinking his beer in the meantime, and it may be subconscious that he follows suit and finishes it off. A glance at the bottle, and one at the one in the other hand, and he looks to Stu. "You gonna go rescue your wife?" he teases lightly, "Think I'm gonna go recycle this, if you'll 'scuse me." Although he snags and opens a fresh bottle before giving Stu another quick grin and sauntering off toward the appropriate bin. Being in the kitchen and all, there's a pretty good chance there's one closer. Poor neglected thing. He drops his empty into the one near Lilah, then offers her a mischievous near-smirk of a smile, the most freshly opened beer, and a, "Hey."
Peggy turns back around once she sees Lydia's otherwise occupied, and returns to Joey's side. Felix may or may not have noticed Joey's disappointment when she headed off, but it'd be hard not to catch his expression when she returns. It's unclear how she feels about him; she doesn't wear her emotions on her sleeve like he does. But he's *definitely* into her in a probably-hopeless sort of way. While she's near the recycling bin, Lydia puts a few surrounding empty bottles in their place, wipes her hands off on her jeans, and then tucks her thumbs in her jeans. Stu nods stiffly to Felix, and then manages a smile. He claps Felix on the back lightly, and then heads over to Earl and Lydia. "Mind if I have this dance?" he asks, as 'Worth It' ends and 'Charlie Puth - Marvin Gaye' comes on. Lydia smoothes her hands out on her dress, and smiles over to Stu perfunctorily before wrapping her arms around his and starting to dance with him, instead. Earl seems pretty pleased with things even though his dance partner's just been stolen, and takes this opportunity to lip sync Meghan Trainor's parts to the song with great emotion. On the couch. Back at the recycling bin, Lilah tilts her head at Felix, grinning as he she she's offered the beer. "Hey," she repeats, and adds, "Mah hero," in an exaggerated sort of way. Her cheeks redden a little more, and she glances over at the stereo system before returning her attention to her 'hero.' "Don't thik we've met. I consider this an oversight on your part," she teases, though she seems slightly flustered by something.
"I get that a lot," Felix replies to the hero-ing, eyes widening slightly with a faux-earnestness that would be possibly more convincing if he weren't still giving her that smile, and if he didn't follow it up with a wink. "And that's fair. It definitely seems like an oversight on my part to me. Felix Sinclair," he says, and playfully bows to her, the hand not holding his beer sweeping out dramatically, "at your service." It's not quite as if the rest of the room's just been edited out of existence in his head -- there's something in the timing of his movements that seems to suit the music, for example -- but his attention is quite clearly and intentionally hers at the moment.
Lilah covers her mouth for a laugh at Felix's reply, and then she grins at him, shaking her head. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lilah. If you're really at my service, can I expect future beers, or do I gotta cry future tears?" Oh yeah, she's tipsy. Still, he does seem to have her full attention, as the rest of the party does seem somewhat distant at the moment. "What brings ya by our neck of the woods? Or are ya here to stay?" The hits just keep coming-- Charlie Puth sings his last, and The Weeknd - Where You Belong takes its place. Lilah has a big drink of her beer, still seeming somewhat flustered despite the good conversation.
"Well, I'd hate to think of you cryin' future tears," Felix says, smiling a bit wider at her laugh and grin, "so I think future beers can be arranged. You just let me know if you start feeling a mite weepy, and I'll spring into action." There's an underlying energy to him that's almost appropriate to the assurance, like a coiled spring or a cocked gun, even if it's currently muted by beer and relatively relaxing music. "I was visitin' family over in Georgia," he says, "...and otherwise I'm just travellin' around, seein' some more of the country for a bit. Itchy feet, I guess. Though this area's definitely got some things to recommend it. You travelled much?" As Marvin Gaye segues into the next, he adds lightly but with his eyes firmly on her somewhat flustered look, "Good music, yeah?"
"What about my past tears? They were mighty painful, and nary a beer to dry my eyes. You been fallin' down on the job, Mr. Sinclair." Speaking of beer, Lilah takes a large swig of hers, then grins broadly at him. She nods to his talk of Georgia, listening closely, and her grin grows ever broader at the talk of travelling. Still, she's forced to shake her head to his question. "Nah, I ain't ever left Alabama. I'm sure it's boring, but them's the truth." She runs a hand through her hair, and nibbles at her bottom lip lightly at his question. It certainly doesn't help her cheeks get any less red. "Oh, uh. Yeah. Good. Real good. They sure know how to pick 'em."
Felix presses his free hand to his chest and inclines his head slightly. "I do apologise, Miss Merriweather," he says, and glances upward at her through his lashes from there, eyebrows lifting slightly, "I hope you can forgive my unconscionable inattention. I'll do better." He straightens, having a good drink of his beer, and grins back at her. "Can't say as you're strikin' me boring, places you've been or not aside," he says, and the reaction to his last question broadens the grin a bit. "They sure do," he agrees, gaze flicking just perceptibly downward, without leaving her, and back to her face, "May I have this dance?"
"See that you do, Mr. Sinclair," Lilah teases, not seeming to notice that he knows her last name just yet. She takes a drink of her beer as he compliments her, and then he's asking her to dance and her cheeks go even redder. "I do believe you've earned it, what with the fine brew you've brought me," she grins, and reaches out a hand, presumably waiting for him to take it. "Tell me more 'bout you, though. I'm all in the dark, feelin' around blindly for scraps o' information, here."
Felix takes the hand with all due ceremony and another, albeit much smaller, mock-bow before drawing her along with him to the area currently known as dance floor. "Well, you've got my leave to feel around all you want," he replies, shooting her a sideways smile, "But I'm happy to tell you pretty much anythin' you like." He pulls her toward him by their joined hands as they reach a suitable spot, and his other hand (and beer) settles lightly against the small of her back. There's just about enough space between them to keep a church dance chaperone mollified, for now. "You already know I've got family in Georgia. Been livin' in Memphis since I was a kid, though. Not sure yet when or if I'm goin' back. ...I play guitar. Not professionally or anything, though I'm keepin' rock star as my back-up profession if the whole Galliard thing falls through. People're always tellin' me it's important to have a plan B." And a plan A. He gives her a grin with that, of course. "I like pina coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain. I'm not much into health food; I am into champagne. I like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape..." By the last slightly transposed part of the lyrics he actually sings it, quietly and with another mischievous smile; it doesn't go with the actually playing music at all, but he's got a good voice. Back to talking, "...and, y'know, normal borin' stuff. Beer, pizza, adventures, dancin' with beautiful women on nice summer nights. What else would you like to know?"
Lilah shakes her head to his leave-giving, though she's clearly amused, and follows him over to the dance-ish area. She wraps her non-beer hand around his shoulder, and it doesn't take a perceptive person to see that he has her FULL attention. There could probably be land mines going off mere feet away from them, and she'd find some excuse to keep dancing. She listens to what he has to say with rapt interest, her smile widening at some of what he has to say-- particularly the Galliard/Plan B bit, and his singing. The last bit of his hobbies makes her cheeks flush heavily again, and she chews at her bottom lip before glancing off to the side and back to him. Her eyes meet his, and stay there. "What else would I like to know? Well, y'know. How old're ya? And yer tribe, for one. If'n you don't mind the curiousity. How long you been playin' guitar? I tried to learn the guitar once... didn't take. And how long you gonna stick around visitin' your folks? Where's next on the ol' travel agenda, and-- oh. I guess that's a few too many questions." She takes a nerve-calming glug of her beer, and then goes back to swaying with the music.
"How old would you like me to be?" Felix asks, all innocence, before the smile returns. "Seventeen. As long as I'm not someplace they wanna see my ID, anyway. And despite my obvious aristocratic bearin', I am not a Silver Fang. People make that mistake all the time, so I know this might be a shock, but: Bone Gnawer. Shh. Don't blow my cover." He doesn't seem inclined to break her gaze, and the playfulness in his makes it clear enough he's not taking the eye contact as a challenge. Not the dangerous kind, anyway. "Been playing 'bout... ten, eleven years? When I've got one to play, anyway. I left their place a couple days back, and I dunno yet. Somethin'll take my fancy, or I'll just pick a road." A shrug. He seems entirely unconcerned about it. "Might could go up east, check out Boston and New York and all. Or over to LA, see if there are actually movie stars walkin' around and if swimmin' in the Pacific's any different than the Atlantic. Or look for cowboys in, I dunno, Wyoming or somethin', I think that's where they keep 'em nowadays. Could do anything, just about." There's a brightness and near-glee in the smile that goes with that which seems inherent to the idea, rather than directed at her like most of the others. "And it's not too many questions. I did say I'd tell ya pretty much anything you like. Didn't say I wouldn't take a turn, though. How old're you? Did you try any other instruments? And where would YOU go, next?" There's a spark of intensity in the question that's entirely gone as he adds, "Stu reckons next I oughta check out the brewery here."
Rhetorical question or not, Lilah looks like she's at *least* jokingly pondering the answer of how old she'd like him to be. She smiles at the answer, though she does't interrupt. When he tells her his *actual* tribe, she fans herself playfully, and promises, "Your secret's safe with me." She looks exceedingly pleased at the moment, and has a small drink of her beer before placing that hand back on his shoulder. "I'm seventeen even when they *do* wanna see ID, I reckon," she teases, and then shakes her head to his next question. "Nah, didn't get the chance, but I like the idea, anyway. I'm prolly not cut out for it." His intense question gets an even bigger response than his tribe: she gets a little dreamy-eyed, yet frustrated, as she answers, "Away." An instant later and she's mildly blushing, finally looking away from him for a moment as she says, "The brewery's real nice. I took a tour, once." Her gaze returns to him, and she asks, "What's yer favorite place you've visited, ever or lately? And yer least. You have any brothers 'r sisters?"
Felix looks rather pleased with her smiles, and her pleased look itself. He reclaims the hand with his beer briefly, long enough for a good swig from it -- hey, it's been neglected for minutes! -- before settling it right back into place. It may draw her in an inch or so closer in the process of resettling, but hey, sacrifices must be made. "Well, theoretically you could always fix that," he teases back with a wicked grin, adding for the lack of music-learning chance, "...and that. Bet you'd be good on drums." Her reaction to his last question drains the teasing out of his expression and tone, with a blink. There's absolutely no pause before he shrugs, saying matter-of-factly, "Come with me." As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The rest isn't answered yet.
Lilah doesn't seem to mind the space being closed between them, and she grins right back to that wicked look. "True, true..." she says, and adds, "Drums? Y'think?" She tilts her head thoughtfully. And just... leaves it there, at his very serious response. Still, she seems to take it as a joke, shaking her head lightly. "Don't tease a poor country girl," she jokes lightly, but she is SO not kidding, and she's meeting his gaze way more than most kinfolk generally would. Could be she's being VRY SRS and checking to see if he is, could be she's just relaxed with him, could be a little of both. But either way, she doesn't repeat her questions, nor does she add any more. For now, she's hanging on his every word.
Félix shrugs again. "Well, you wanna leave, I'm gonna be leaving, so why not?" he says, "That car's got plenty room. Could be fun." There's the return of the mischievous smile with the last comment, and a slight lift of the brows. How serious he is probably depends very much on the definition being used and what exactly he'd be being serious about, but he definitely doesn't seem to be joking about her joining him. "Hell, the only place that already WAS on my agenda was 'away' anyhow."
It doesn't even take an instant for Lilah's breathing to speed up, and she nods her head. "Okay. Away it is." A long pause. "Just... let's steer clear o', you know, the coast. I seen enough Southern coastline to last me a lifetime." A small smile-- she seems a little awestruck, and definitely hasn't let the fact that she's going to get 'away' sink in yet. "...would be nice Mount Rushmore or somethin'. I ain't picky." She pauses, then tilts her head. "When you goin'?" She can't hide her excitement, which is finally catching up with her surprise. "I'd love to see a movie set. Ain't never seen one. I hear *everything's* filmed in Vancouver. But I ain't got a passport-- you need one o' those to cross over, right?"
Felix watches her, his own head slightly tilted, as she speaks. For just a moment, he looks faintly bemused at the breathing change, but the small smile draws one in return, which expands slowly as she goes on and her excitement bleeds in more and more, seeming to infect him a bit as well; that underlying energy rises somewhat, visible in a slight shift of his balance, tangible in his arms, and he briefly looks... charmed. Briefly, because it's pretty much simultaneous that both his hands pull her in to close the remaining space, and he kisses her lips.
There's a brief instant where it seems Lilah might try to pull away. It's not super obvious, easily missed, but there's this slight stiffening against him, leading to the previous impression-- and then she relaxes, returning that kiss, brief as it may be. She doesn't add any fire to it, just seeming to take it for what it is. Once their lips have parted, her teeth catch at her bottom lip, and she looks both giddy and incredibly charmed, if overwhelmed. Her body's still close to his, and she's entirely forgotten to dance.
There's no indication that Felix does notice -- one might expect someone to be attuned to something like that in a sudden kiss, but either he's confident she isn't going to slap him or something, or that possibility just didn't actually come to mind. He gives her a boyish grin when they part, with echoes of her emotions there -- excepting the overwhelmed part. "Okay, we'll go north first," he agrees, "and Mount Rushmore could be cool. Reckon it's possible to climb it? And it's pretty near Canada, I think..." He's really not that clear on the distances. But hey, it is a lot nearer Vancouver than they are right now! "I ain't got a passport neither. Bet there's places we can just kinda sidle over, though, if we wanna. Can't have people blockin' every little back road, can they?" He hasn't put the space back between them. "When d'you WANT to go?"
Lilah's cheeks are a rather deep shade of red now, and she rubs at one cheek with the back of her beer hand before replacing it, around his neck this time rather than on his shoulder. Her body begins to move with the music again, Maroon 5's 'Animals,' not that she's paying attention to anything but the beat. "I dunno... but I like the idea!" she says, of climbing Mount Rushmore, grinning at him. "Yeah, it ain't like they're as into border control as Arizona or nothin'." She shrugs to his question before saying what's on her mind: "When's too soon? It ain't like I got a whole household to pack. Just gotta tell daddy 'n Pegs-- 'n Ma, if she's around-- I'm goin'. It ain't like it'll be a *hugs* surprise... I been talkin' about leavin' Alabama for years."
Dancing again -- that's a cue Felix picks up automatically, albeit not quite the same way they were dancing before. He keeps her where she is, the hand at her back sliding down a couple inches, though since there's still a bottle in it it's not quite edging into fresh territory. The actual dancing is possibly contemplating that border a bit more thoughtfully, since they're still touching from about the chest downward and this song apparently requires more hip involvement in the dance than the others. "Before the end of this song'd be too soon," he decides, after a moment of consideration, "If you wanna see scenery though, prolly better to wait 'til mornin'."
Lilah doesn't at all seem to mind his hand straying downward, but it probably helps he's not getting fresh, if he were to guess. Her hips move to match his, not to get cheeky, but just because she's feeling good, the music's great, and certainly the booze hasn't hurt. She grins at his answer, then nods her head. "Definitely too soon," she agrees, her beer dangling from her fingers and just touching him. "Mornin' it is," she says, still seeming out of her mind with excitement.
Felix returns the grin, and after a few moments his head tilts a few degrees back, eyes closing, and he just dances with her, losing himself in the music and the feeling of their movement. He may not have a future in trip planning, but this, he's pretty good at. Nearing the end of the tune, his head straightens again and his eyes open to recapture her gaze; there's something in them that feels appropriate to the song, and that roguish half-smile from far earlier in their conversation slipping slowly back into place.
While his eyes close, Lilah's remain open, and she takes that opportunity to get a better look at him. At the line of his neck, the spikes in his hair-- hell, she's even getting a good look at his chest around about when he reopens his eyes, and she quickly resituates her gaze on his when she spots that he's doing so. She didn't have a chance to check out DEEZ NUTS, damnit! But seriously, she looks flustered again at the smile, and his expression in general. Without meaning to, her teeth catch on her lower lip, and she ends up pressing just a little closer to him, subconsciously. The Weeknd makes a reappearance, playing 'Earned It,' now that Maroon 5 have finished. Her eyes meet his, and then shift down to his mouth before quickly returning his gaze.
The smile spreads slightly further at the quick adjustment to her gaze, the flustered look, the little lip bite -- it's the last of those that drags Felix's gaze away from hers and to it, fleetingly, before his eyes are on hers again. That tiny press is subtly mirrored, and at least there's warning this time -- he lets go of her hand, in favour of sliding his arm around her and his fingers up the back of her neck, into her hair, and drawing her in to easily kissable range.
Although momentarily confused at his letting go of her hand, Lilah quickly catches on, and her eyes do close this time, albeit slowly. She makes no move to pull away from him, her breath quickened by the feel of his fingers touching her neck, slipping into her hair. Hopefully he's paying more attention to aim than she is, since she directs a kiss at the edge of his lips rather than directly on; it's accidentally off the mark, and not an attempt to be cute.
Luckily, he is; his eyes stay half-open until the kiss is properly established, hand rubbing the back of her neck a little. It's a rather longer kiss than the first one, if she goes along with him, and when broken followed immediately by others -- unhurried, gentle, subtly in time and feeling with the music. If she hasn't pulled back after the first several, there's the quick, light touch of the tip of his tongue where her lips meet, testing.
It's easy to get Lilah to go along with the kisses, her eyes still closed even when he starts to pull away that first time. She most definitely goes along with that kiss, and every kiss that follows. Her body doesn't still, continuing to sway in time to the beat, and when she feels the tip of his tongue, her lips tremble before parting. She tastes of cheap beer and anticipation, her body giving a very slight shiver. She doesn't seem to need to quicken the kiss any, even as her breath continues to pick up pace. She's putty in his hands, malleable and pliant.
The music can probably take some of the credit for the continued languidness of the kisses. They stay slow and gentle, exploratory, keeping a similar speed and feeling to the dancing, despite the answering changes in Felix's own breath, and the increase in tension in his hands and arms against her. The lower hand slips another inch or two, nestling her hips more tightly against his; it's possible she might be able to sense another side effect of the kissing. His mouth tastes of the same beer, with much fainter notes of whiskey and cigarettes, and by the last chorus of the song there's definitely more hunger leaking into the press of his mouth on hers.
Although Delilah's kiss is just as languid and relaxed as his at first, as her arm wraps tightly against his neck, he can also feel it growing more insistent. She doesn't pull away as their hips press together, though it's questionable whether she can feel his excitement. Still, as 'Earned It' finishes and his mouth presses hungrily to hers, she suddenly begins to pull away, shivering once more as her eyes reopen. Still, it's not the sort of hasty retreat a faux pas or the like would cause, and she seems highly embarrassed, her cheeks the deepest red he's seen all evening. Her breathing is almost ragged, and she clears her throat nervously, shaking her head to clear it. She opens her mouth to speak, thinks better of it, and then seeks out the hand on her hip with the one she removes from 'round his neck. She doesn't seem to be telling him to back off, per se, since her fingers aim to lace with his. Her gaze is on the stereo for a moment as Beyonce's 'Crazy In Love' starts out with the piano bit, and then she tilts her head back, laughing joyfully, albeit softly.
There's a fleeting resistance from Felix's hand at the back of her neck when she starts to pull back, softened almost instantly into letting the hand just move right along with her. His eyes open slowly as she does, settling on hers and staying there, and his breath is even but quick and deep. His lips stay parted while he watches her, the tip of his tongue swiftly moistening them when they're suddenly dry. They close again when she moves her arm, brow furrowing while he isn't sure quite what she's doing, then slide into a small smile when her hand finds his. It's still got his beer in it. He gives her neck another soft rub and then drops that arm, wrapping it around her long enough to claim the bottle -- maybe just slightly longer than absolutely necessary -- so that he can cooperate with the finger-twining. He drains what remained of the liquid in one quick drink, then tucks the bottom of the bottle into his pocket. Tight fit, but hey: two hands! The now free one touches her elbow, fingers running down her arm until he finds the hand at her side. "You really are beautiful," he murmurs, watching her laugh.
The laugh turns into a happy little giggle, and then she leans forward, as though to kiss his cheek, before leaning back again just as quickly. She doesn't mind him switching hands with the bottle, and she grins as he slips it into his pocket. Her eyes nearly close at the feel of his hand running down her arm, and she tries to take his other hand, now, with the one at her side. His words make her blush again, and she catches her bottom lip in her teeth before murmuring shyly, "Thank you. You're-- very handsome, yourself." Her gaze is on their hands now, and she squeezes his lightly, swallowing. She then lifts her head again, looking around the rest of the room for pretty much the first time since he came over to talk to her. The crowd (such as it was) has thinned a bit; Lydia's nowhere in sight, Stu is testing out Felix's gift in the kitchen, just out of view most likely, and Joey also seems to have gone home. There are also a few nameless faces no longer in the group. Earl is doing an Obama impression for a few kinfolk, the bulk of which aren't very... impressed. It's not a half-bad impression. Tough room! And Peggy-- well, Peggy's off by herself, having a sit-down on the couch and doing her best not to make it clear she's distantly eyeing the two of them. Lilah catches her eye and grins reassuringly, then turns back to Felix. "I bet you need a smoke," she teases, her eyes shifting to the door. "Though, I think I feel tears comin' on... my bottle's empty. It's a sad time to be alive, Mr. Sinclair."
Felix's hand is easily taken, and her blush and the return compliment get a small grin -- though no blush on his side. "Thanks," he says, and when he leans forward, it IS to kiss her cheek. More or less. It's actually placed right at the corner of her lips. Her glance around reminds him about everyone else's existence as well, and he takes a look himself, with a proper grin when he catches Earl's performance. At least someone appreciates it! Peggy gets a brief glance, but then Lilah's turning back to him, and really, that's much more interesting. "I probably wouldn't turn one down," he agrees dryly, before her woe gets an almost inaudible breath of laughter. "Well, we can't have that, Miss Merriweather. Another, then? Or would somethin' else brighten this time of continued survival more effectively for you?"
Lilah looks tickled pink by the kiss to the corner of her lips, and she chews at her bottom lip while eyeing his, briefly. Her gaze shifts up to his eyes again, and she looks pleased by his laughter. "Another sounds mighty fine, unless you got somethin' else in mind. It's rough times, rough times." Earl says, as Obama, "Thanks, Obama," but even that doesn't get the majority of the kinfolk to laugh. Still, it at least gets a few of them smiling, and if he happens to catch Felix's eye, he gives him a thumbs up. Peggy, having been placated by Lilah's grin, smoothes out her sundress and heads toward the kitchen.
"I got several other things in mind, but another is definitely on the list," Felix replies as solemnly as he can manage, and somewhat reluctantly reclaims his hands so he can give her another little bow -- and also so he can start heading toward the kitchen to make good on his promise. He, at least, looks pretty amused at Earl's thanks-Obama, and grins wider at the thumbs up, giving the guy a small chin-lift of acknowledgement. His empty bottle gets chucked into a recycling container on the way.
"You realize I'm gonna have to require an enu-- a numbered list when ya get back, I hope." Lilah grins teasingly, "But I'll settle for another, 'til then." Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and once he's made his way to the kitchen, she takes the few steps over to the recycling bin she was originally standing at, tossing her bottle into it. She nervously adjusts her tank top several times-- first to smoothe it out, and then to tug it up a bit so it doesn't look quite so low-cut. And then she rethinks that, and lowers it to about midway between before and after. She makes her way back to about where she stood on the 'dance floor' before, and wipes a bit of dirty dust off her jeans. And then? She fidgets. It's a mix between nerves and excitement. In the kitchen, Stu nods to Felix, offering the whiskey in a silent toast, with a nod of gratitude. Peggy eyes Felix with unconcealed curiousity, and then abruptly extends a hand toward him, as though to shake. "I don't think we've met yet," she says politely, and there's no challenge or daggers behind what she's saying; despite her earlier attention on the two of them, she seems to be okay with it now.
Felix tosses her a quick grin back over his shoulder when she threatens demanding a list, and this one's rather wicked again, really. On entering the kitchen, he responds to Stu's toast and nod with a smile and a you're-welcome nod of his own. Peggy gets a smile as well, but her examination and greeting stall him from continuing barward, and he accepts her hand, giving it a decent shake. "No, I don't reckon we have," he agrees. "Felix Sinclair, Cliath Bone Gnawer Galliard. Pleased to make your aquaintance." He steps over to the drinks, then, keeping enough of his attention on Peggy to still count as being in a conversation and not be rude. Two of the bottles of beer get collected, although he pauses before opening them and pours himself just about half a finger of whiskey while he's at it. He takes a quick glance toward Lilah through the pass-through before returning his attention to the others in the kitchen, Peggy in particular.
Lilah definitely can't meet his gaze entirely at that wicked grin, but she looks so very amused. Peggy gives a decent shake right back, not so firm as his most likely, and gives him a smile. "Peggy Buford, Children of Gaia kinfolk. And a fine pleasure it is to meet you, as well." For what it's worth, she doesn't seem to be putting the moves on him, nor judging, precisely. If anything, she's just rabidly curious. If he's able to tell these sorts of things, by the by, both Peggy and the earlier Joey (along with two other kinfolk at the party) are Pure Breed, Joey especially, and Peggy a bit less so. The nameless other two are barely pure bred, but it's there. Lilah, when he glances out toward her, can be seen fidgeting and swaying along to Disturbia-- there've been a few songs since the last they danced to, and now things are looping, or maybe on shuffle. Earl, at the stereo, is probably responsible for this. Stu, for his part, doesn't seem to notice the music isn't what he might have expected, and kicks back a bit more of the whiskey, already in a shot glass for him. Peggy notices the glance toward Lilah, and it gets a pleased smile. "Ya'll seem awfully fond of each other," she notes, and then her smile widens as she says, "Well, don't let me keep ya. It's nice meetin' ya, Felix."
It's innate, that sense of breeding; possible to miss, especially if it's low, but generally sensed by Garou without effort, unlike many other things. Felix smiles back at Peggy, and allows, "I reckon we're gettin' on pretty well." He sounds rather pleased about it himself. He downs the swallow of whiskey he poured himself, letting it linger in his mouth a moment for the taste, and then does open the beers. "Nice meetin' you too, Peggy," he says, giving her another smile, "And thanks. Don't do to keep a lady waitin', right?" Although it doesn't make him walk any faster, either; it's still the same saunter as before while he heads back to present Lilah with her libation. "Your another, m'lady," he says gravely, placing the bottle into her hand.
Peggy nods to Felix, and says to him abruptly, apropos of nothing, "Her favorite singer's Katy Perry. And she'll read anything by that Neil fella. Guyman? ...good luck." It's paired with a sunny smile, and then she makes a shoo, shoo, motion toward where Lilah's waiting and fidgeting. Rihanna's still on, even after Disturbia ends, because 'Don't Stop The Music' starts up. Earl, not one to rest on his laurels, starts boogying down. Lilah turns toward him as she hears his words, and she accepts her beer with a broad smile. "I see you are a man of your word, Sir Sinclair. I might could be persuaded to hold off on requirin' that list." She winks at him, and then tips up the bottle for a long pull. When that's done, she asks, "How hurtin' are ya for that smoke?"
Felix gives Peggy a somewhat startled blink for the sudden information, and then smiles back. "Thanks," he says again, and is of course easily shooed. His attempt at solemn demeanor barely survives Lilah's smile, and the wink undoes it just about entirely. "Mighty kind of you, Miss Merriweather," he replies, inclining his head to her slightly, and has a drink of his own beer when she tries hers; his gaze drifts idly downward from her face and back up while she's drinking. "Well," he decides, "I reckon it sounds pretty good, long as you're aimin' to keep me company." He offers her his free hand.
After nodding a silent 'you're welcome' to Felix, Peggy lets him go and then exits the kitchen after him, though her trajectory is toward Earl. Meanwhile, Lilah smiles warmly to him before shrugging and saying in an attempt to be deadpan that doesn't entirely work, "Nah. I figured I'd send you out there by your lonesome, maybe go home with Pegs." She takes his hand and lets him lead where he will.
Félix steps in and tugs her closer by that hand -- well into personal space, so there's only a handful of inches between them -- and gives her that look that seems to fluster her so nicely, lifting a brow. "Reckon I've never hurt for a smoke =that= badly." He turns, keeping the hand, and leads her toward the door, out to the front porch. It's warmer outside than in, still, no need for extra layers.
It's easy to move her closer with that tug, and that look does indeed fluster her. Although Lilah smiles broadly at his words, that smile seems to be her undoing, just as he expected. She clears her throat. "Well, good. S'nice not to, uh. Be too... caught up in..." But whatever she's wanting to say, it seems unimportant enough that she just lets it drop, moving with him out to the front porch. Stu and Lydia's place is a house and all, not an apartment, and the porch is wooden with peeling white paint. There's a white picket fence, even, though it, too, is peeling. Lilah catches her lower lip in her teeth as she eyes him, and then she looks away, having a drink of her beer again.
Felix stops to close the door behind them, using the hand carrying his bottle to wrangle it both ways. Lilah's drink comes while he's closing it, and he watches her a moment before pulling her hand again, drawing her between himself and the door and stepping in to press her up against it and steal another kiss. If he gets away with it, it's closed-mouthed, not more than a couple seconds, but demanding, before he steps away again, freeing her. She gets another of those little smiles, and he leans up against one of the porch posts, setting his beer on the railing and pulling an Altoids tin out of his pocket. The lid's flipped open with the thumb of the hand holding the box, revealing maybe half a pack's worth of cigarettes and a lighter inside, and he tilts it toward her, offering. No actual mints, though.
Lilah turns a deep shade of red as she's pressed, and the kiss is returned. She seems overwhelmed rather than adding more demand into the kiss, but she makes no move to pull away or stop him. When it breaks, she lets out a huff, trying to get her breathing back under control. It is not entirely effective. She waves him off, and instead reaches behind her to pull a little baggy of dried plant matter out of her back pocket. There are little wrapping papers in there, as well. There's no way it isn't obvious it's pot, judging from the smell, though she herself didn't smell heavily or taste of it earlier, so it's likely she hadn't partaken recently. She does dryly comment on his Altoids tin: "What, no mints?" before smiling and starting to roll herself a small amount. Once that's done, it's offered out to him first, but she won't look bothered if he turns it down. More for her, right? She does warn though, either way, "Can't smoke this *right* out here... they were real clear on that kinda thing. Sidewalk's fine, prolly."
"They're in the car," Felix replies with a quick grin, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb. Precisely which one isn't entirely clear, but there's one over there she won't have seen before that likely seems a good contender. It's a mid-'70s Cadillac Eldorado convertible, nearly equal parts a very decade-appropriate olive and unpainted bondo. It is an absolute boat. The top is down, and everything at least looks relatively functional. There's no license plate on the front; the back's not visible from here. He seems unbothered when she refuses the cigarettes, plucking one out for himself and setting it between his lips before he pulls the lighter out. Her baggie gets another little grin, and he watches her roll while he lights up. Hopefully tobacco is on the porch-acceptable list, since he has a good drag, still watching her, before she offers. He flips the tin closed, lighter still in his hand, and nods, straightening. "Well, then we better find where we can," he says, apparently accepting despite picking up his beer instead of the joint, "We could hunt us a nice patch of grass, or go sit in the car. I'm good with either." The tin disappears back into a pocket, and the lighter joins the beer in one hand so he can offer her the other.
'Don't Stop The Music' ... stops, and Rihanna is replaced by... more Rihanna! 'SOS,' in particular. Lilah grins at the car indicated, though it's clear she's unsure if that's the one or not. Either way, she definitely approves of it, partially-unpainted or not. She chews on her lip like 'car or grass' is a difficult decision to make, but she doesn't hesitate before saying, "Let's find us a patch of grass. Bit away from the house, if'n you please. They got nothing against it, but they don't want it nearby." There's no fussing over his cigarette being lit, so apparently that's fine. She puts the joint back in the baggie for now, and it's transferred to her beer hand, so that she can take his hand as well. As they start to walk, she glances up at the darkened sky, only a sliver of the moon visible, and smiles. She didn't seem concerned before/as she checked, so she must have already known the phase, but hey. Moon = pretty. She hesitates before leaning into him as they walk. For now, she's quietly happy.
A Garou-centric life does tend to make moonphase one of those things one just generally knows. Felix glances back at the house when the music changes, and snorts softly with amusement. "That guy's got a favourite singer, huh?" He seems fine with her decision, and leads the way down the steps and off a bit to one side, glancing around for a suitable spot -- soft-looking, not too close to the house or road, nice view of the sky. Reasonably private. The music fades as they get farther away, though it's not entirely inaudible when Felix deems a spot acceptable and sits down, tugging her gently along with him.
Lilah shrugs, grinning to his comment, and she does seem a bit amused by it, as well. "Must have," she agrees, and is easily tugged down with him. She sits rather close to him, naturally. She then smiles cheerfully, nodding, and says, "Good spot." After a glance at him, she sets her baggie on the ground next to her, and asks, "I like Rihanna. How 'bout you? What kinda music you into?" She tips up her beer for a good long pull, and then sets that next to her, as well.
Felix shifts position slightly, getting comfortable, which somehow just happens to entail ending up with their legs right up against each other, and one of his hands on the ground just behind her, supporting him. He takes a good pull off his beer and sets it aside as well, offering her the lighter. Her question gets a grin: "Loud. Shit I can dance to. Or sing along with, or both. Rock, punk, dance, pop, old shit, whatever, long's it's good. Rhianna's pretty good, she can stay. 'bout you? Aside from Rhianna, I mean."
Lilah definitely does not seem to mind his legs next to hers, nor his hand behind her. In fact, she idly taps his foot with hers before accepting the lighter. The joint is fished out of the baggy, and she lights it up, taking a slow puff and holding it for a bit. When she exhales, she turns her head to the other side, just in case he's not into having smoke blown in his direction. Hey, you never know! She looks exceedingly relaxed at the moment, and offers the joint over to him. "I like... dance-y music. But there's a broad range o' things that could be. Or hey, ya make a good point: singing along to's good, too. I ain't really into much classical music, but even that you can sometimes dance to. Just not, I guess, in the usual style. I like pop a lot. Katy Perry's prolly my fave." So apparently Peggy wasn't setting him up for the fall! She leans back a bit, then playfully nudges his arm away from her so she can complete the motion, propping herself up on her elbows. Her head lolls back a bit, and she looks up at the sky, smiling. She seems more than a little bit content at the moment, if not actively thrilled.
Felix counter-taps her foot, smoking while he watches her with the joint. By chance or design he's sitting downwind of her, so it only takes a slight head-turn to keep from blowing his smoke in her face. It does mean that even though she does the same, the pot smoke ends up making its way in his direction after a moment anyway. He doesn't seem to notice, let alone be bothered, and accepts the joint when offered, adjusting his hold on the cigarette so he can wrangle both with the same hand. One might get the impression this is not a problem that is only now being encountered and solved. He exhales upward, watching the smoke curl up into the sky and drift away, and gives a small laugh when his arm's nudged, moving it obligingly farther back and nearer himself and shifting his weight onto that hip so he can lean over her a little. "I kissed a girl, and I liked it," he sings, looking down at her teasingly, "The taste of her cherry chapstick..." He steals another kiss, this one a little gentler than the one at the door.
Lilah taps his foot right back, though it's less a tap and more 'my foot is now just going to permanently touch yours, so THERE.' She grins as she watches his movements with the cigarette and joint, suitably impressed. While she looks up at the night sky again for a moment, she looks back down to him at the leaning and singing, giving him a soft, relaxed smile. She closes her eyes at the kiss, returning it in kind, and scoots a little closer to him, making it so there's no more space between them.
Felix supports himself on his forearm, between them, and kisses her some more, draping his other arm lightly across her waist. Thankfully, he seems to have a decent idea of where the burning things are, and does not set anything on fire. As yet. After a few kisses, his tongue seeks entrance again, still gently.
Things not being on fire is good! Lilah returns his kisses languidly, closing her eyes, though they reopen in surprise at the feel of his tongue. She starts to pull away, swallowing, her cheeks flushed. A moment or two passes, her eyes on his, and then she abruptly moves forward again, her lips capturing his. Her hand moves to slide into the back of his hair, resting there while she kisses him with a sudden heat. This time, her eyes stay open.
There's nothing to keep her from trying to pull away, and Felix doesn't chase, but neither does he move back any himself. He stays where he is, meeting her eyes, and when she returns, there's a fleeting smile before he's too busy kissing her back to do anything else with his mouth. The hand in his hair and the sudden heat get a very soft noise of appreciation, and he returns the latter in kind.
Lilah's breathing is heavier now, her cheeks a bright shade of red, and she apparently has no intention of moving away at the current point in time. The hand in his hair gently presses him against her, and her eyes slowly close again. She's lost in the sensations, and turns further toward him, though she's trying *very* hard not to break the kiss as she does so.
She gets assistance in that; Felix adjusts his weight to fall more towards his elbow, so he can slide his hand into her hair as well, and he twists further toward her as well, his higher leg hooking gently over her lower one, down along the calf. The other arm rests around her waist, wrist pressed against her back to keep his hand and its burning cargo away. His breath is quicker, and the hunger in his kiss is definitely getting free again.
Lilah seems to have entirely forgotten about the joint, let alone his cigarette. She continues the kiss for some time, and when it breaks, probably due to lack of breath, she immediately presses forward to try and continue it, breath or no breath. She's breathing heavily through her nose, her free hand rubbing over his chest for a few moments, before she suddenly pulls away again, blushing heavily and shaking her head just a bit.
Felix is all about continuing it, and the hand on his chest seems quite welcome as well. And then she's pulling away again. His eyes half-open and he watches her, with a breath of a laugh. "You sure blush a lot," he observes with amused (albeit slightly breathless) affection. A breath, considering her curiously. "How come you don't just let yourself do what you want?"
Lilah swallows, lowering her gaze at the mention of the blush, and then she looks up at him. Her head shakes lightly. "I... don't usually. Not this much, anyhow." Which certainly doesn't stop her from doing it now! She chews at the left side of her lower lip at that question, and then turns her head to the side, looking embarrassed but certainly not upset. Without meeting his gaze directly, she murmurs, "It just... it don't feel right. I-- I mean, it does, but it doesn't? I ain't-- ain't got-- I want to just--" She takes a deep breath, looking frustrated, and goes on, "It's just. I want it to. Mean somethin'. If'n I do. With whoever. Whenever." Even having said her piece, she still looks a little aggravated, obviously with herself rather than at him. She lets out a heavy breath of air.
"It's kinda cute," Felix murmurs when she blushes =again=, but otherwise doesn't interrupt. He tilts his head at her explanation, brow furrowing a little while he tries to follow it properly. It furrows a little further when he's pretty sure he has, and he glances off sideways for a moment, like there might be something in the periphery of his vision that will make sense of it for him. "...okay," he says after a moment or so more, gaze returning to her but still seeming a bit puzzled, "Like what?"
"Like... like love an' marriage an' matin' an' the like. I like you." A pause, then a correction: "*Really* like you." She hastily adds, "And I still wanna travel with you, go see at least more'n Alabama. I just. If we keep on like we been doin', then." She shakes her head. "Then I'm gonna end up goin' too far, and regrettin' it." She takes another of those heavy breaths, and then looks at him directly at last. "That's why I don't just let myself do what I want. I ain't gonna lie an' say I don't want to."
Felix still looks somewhat nonplussed, despite the fact that surely it can't be an =entirely= foreign concept. And indeed, he says with all apparent sincerity, "I thought that was just tv characters that did that. So..." Another small pause. "Why? What if it never happened? I mean you could die tomorrow, there could be a meteor or somethin' in ten minutes, who knows? Seems to me if it's gonna mean that stuff sometime it's gonna even if other times didn't, anyway. How d'you know you wouldn't regret NOT goin' too far?" Aside from it being, you know, sort of the definition of 'too far'. Despite undeniably having a dog in this race, he does seem to genuinely mean the questions.
"It ain't just TV characters," Lilah says with amusement. "And if it never happens, it never happens. It ain't like I'd even know what I was missin'. I ain't never ate monkey brains, neither, but I'll be a'right if'n I never do. They could be the tastiest brains in the business, but I ain't never gonna know it. You can't just... base every decision on what you ain't done yet. If ya did, you'd spend every second exhausted." She pauses, licking her lips, and then adds, "An' I just know. I *would* regret goin' too far. I ain't ever regretted NOT, before." She glances away, frowning slightly, and moments pass before she jerks her chin at him and asks, "Why? Why's it gotta matter, and how old were you, when... y'know?"
Felix studies her, gaze flicking down to her lips when she licks them, then back up. He sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and lets her go, rolling over onto his back, eyes closed, with a wry smile and a rueful mutter of "=Killin'= me." Still has his leg right up against hers, though. He takes a long drag off the poor neglected joint, and offers it back over to her, without looking. There is, unsurprisingly, a substantial length of silence from him, until he exhales, tucking the forearm of his free hand under his head like a pillow. "Thirteen. Why's what gotta matter?"
Lilah seems inordinately pleased with the kiss to her forehead, and he may realize that it takes some of the sting out of him not looking at her when he hands the joint over. Then again, he may not! She accepts it, taking a deep puff and holding her own breath. While she's holding it, she settles onto her back as well, eyeing the sky above them with one hand behind her head. She finally exhales, and then glances at him. "That seems-- it just seems so young. It-- tell me about it? I ain't judgin', I promise." She does seem to mean that, even if her mood's been somewhat deflated for the moment. "And ... me not wantin' to. Wantin' to wait, instead. Why's it gotta be a big deal to you? I... I like you. I like kissin' you. I just don't wanna... you know." She pauses, seeming as though she'll say more, but she ends up shutting her mouth with an audible click.
The cigarette's finally not being neglected either, what remains of it. Felix still directs the smoke away from Lilah. His eyes crack open slightly more, glancing at her sidelong. "Beth Cassidy. She was 14. We used to mess around sometimes when we were both suspended. Or ditchin', whatever." He shrugs. "I took her to a school dance we were actually both allowed to show up at, Winter Wonderland or some shit like that. She wore this dress..." He trails off briefly. "It was a good dress. I had this old tux I found at Goodwill. Kinda wish I still had that. Anyway, couple hours into the dance we snuck outta the gym and into the girls' lockerroom where they had this big ol' stack of gym mats, and..." Another shrug, with a small, crooked smile. "...had some fun. Didn't really know what I was doin', so when we got to that point I think it was just kinda pretty okay for her. It was fuckin' =fantastic= for me." He takes a drag on his cigarette, exhaling before he adds dryly, "I got better. I hear." Her other question requires a little consideration, and he adjusts position, turning partly on his side to face her again and catch her gaze. "Well. I like you. I like kissin' you. I'd like to do an awful lot more with you." He gives her that look again. "'s temptin' to be more specific 'bout the whats and whys, but I reckon you'd either hit me or spontaneously combust from blushin'. Maybe both. And that'd be a shame."
"Both. Definitely both," Lilah smirks, and returns his gaze. She takes another puff off the joint-- having to, by now, hold it with the tips of her fingers-- and winces as it burns her fingers a little. She exhales slowly before stubbing out the teeny tiny bit of the joint, tucking it away in her baggy. She then turns onto her side to look at him more fully, one arm under her head. "I'm glad it was nice. Beth, I mean. An'-- an' I'm glad you like... kissin' me." She leans in a little closer, but not quite close enough to easily kiss him, just getting more companionable. She takes a lock of her hair, twirling it around her finger, apparently lost in thought. But it's only briefly, and then she refocuses on him, smiling and shaking her head. "You're trouble with a capital T. I like that about you."
"D'you know, I've heard a rumour to that effect before," Felix says innocently, leaning in just a bit closer himself. "I like to think it's one of my better qualities." He gives her a cheeky grin and reaches for her hand, drawing it to his mouth so he can kiss the burnt fingertips before releasing them again. One more good drag off his cigarette, exhaled away from her again, and he stubs it out in the dirt between them, pinching the end between somewhat callused fingers and dropping it into his shirt pocket.
"I imagine you've heard that a hundred times just today. S'all true, in case you worried." Lilah nods, though, and says, "I think it's prolly one of your better qualities, too. An' the rest o' your qualities ain't slouchin' so far." She smiles lopsidedly, and lets him have her hand-- the kiss to her fingertips results in her leaning a little bit closer. Once he's dropped the butt of his cigarette into his pocket, she reaches out to take that hand, and squeezes it with hers. She lowers her eyes to it, kissing it lightly in much the same way he did to her. After a span of several seconds where all she does is eye his mouth, she gives in enough to lean that last little bit forward, covering his mouth with hers.
"I never worry," Felix says, and then falls silent for a bit, watching her warmly. "Can't claim I ain't a fan of your qualities so far, either," he murmurs when she kisses his fingers, and of course when she closes that last bit of space, he kisses her back. For the moment he just follows her lead, matching but not intensifying things any further than she does.
Lilah smiles at his claim to never worry, and juuuuust manages not to blush too much at his comment. The kiss is light, but lingering, and she closes her eyes as it continues. Her fingers toy with his, and then she laces their fingers together. For now, she's not breaking the kiss off.
Felix gives her hand a squeeze when she laces their fingers. He does his best to keep the kiss light, breath slow and even, but can't quite resist trying to ease just a little bit closer to her.
He's definitely allowed to get closer to her, and Lilah continues with the kiss, not adding any of the earlier hunger. Still, she's clearly enjoying herself, and unless the kiss deepens considerably, she probably won't even be the first to break it. Her breathing is slow and even for the moment, and she squeezes his hand back before rubbing at that hand with her thumb.
It doesn't deepen all that considerably, but as hard as he tries -- and he does actually seem to be trying -- Felix can't entirely keep the desire out of it after a while. For once, he breaks the kiss, and takes a breath, eyes still closed. "Lilah," he asks, not quite as calmly as he'd probably like it to be, "Just, y'know, for future reference, and my curiosity and all... where would you say 'too far' starts, exactly?"
Lilah looks equally disappointed and relieved when the kiss breaks, and her thumb rubs over the back of his hand a bit more. His question has her pondering for a span of several seconds that starts edging toward a minute before she'll say, "Um." Just that. She looks like a deer caught in his headlights, and she swallows before saying, "I think... I think more'n kissin's prolly a bit too much. An' every bit past that's... a little bit *more* too much."
Felix makes a quiet, pained little noise in his throat. "Right. Okay. Just kissin'..." He opens his eyes and leans in again, but this time not to her lips; instead, he plants a kiss on her collarbone, and another near beside it, kissing his way up along her neck and the turn of her jaw, to just below and behind her ear. His hand stays laced tightly with hers. "Still just kissin', right?"
Lilah closes her eyes, giving a whole-body shiver as he kisses from her collarbone to her neck. At the kiss so close to her ear, goosebumps break out over her skin, and she moistens her lips. At his question, she gives a distracted half-nod, chewing at her bottom lip. A moment later, she manages to reply verbally. Sort of. "Unh hunh," she murmurs, and nods again. "Just... just kissin'," she agrees.
"Right," Felix murmurs, and kisses that spot again, and then the edge of her ear. More little kisses there, lips brushing slowly along the skin, and then just the tip of his tongue tracing the very outer edge, from the top curve downward. He presses in closer to her, gently bending their arms to get his around her waist and keep her in near, their clasped hands behind her back. There's the tiniest of nips to her earlobe, barely there at all, and his lips brush a featherlight trail down the skin over her jugular vein.
Lilah lets out a slow and unsteady breath, eyes remaining closed and her body moving where he wills. She lolls her head back as he brushes his lips over her jugular vein, relaxing into the feel of him. She lets out the smallest of pleased noises, and squeezes his hand tightly. For now, she's speechless.
Felix's hand squeezes hers just as tightly, whether in response or just in general is hard to be sure. He very delicately traces back the way he just came with his tongue, flicking it over the edge of her earlobe when he reaches it, and blows lightly along the newly moistened skin. Another shift of his weight, so he can lean a bit more across her and scatter some kisses over the nape of her neck and up toward the hairline. If that rather presses their chests together in the process, well, again, sacrifices must be made.
Lilah gasps softly at the way he breathes over her skin, and she makes no move to pull away from him. Not when he continues to kiss her, and certainly not when their chests press together. He can feel her chest moving against his as she breathes faster now, heavier. Her free hand lifts to blindly reach for him, aiming to trace a line down his arm.
Felix nuzzles at the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, and there's certainly no interfering with any attempts to touch him Lilah may be inclined to make. His own breath is a bit quicker as well, and flows warmly over the skin while he kisses the point where the nape begins to disappear into the hair. His lips make their way around from there back toward the spot behind her ear, and somehow although he doesn't need to lean so far over her now, they don't end up any further apart.
Her finger traces a line down his arm, and then Lilah's hand strays blindly to his chest, rubbing up and down it without going much lower than his pecs. She definitely isn't interested in moving away from him any more than he is from her, and in fact she presses her body up against his subconsciously. Her skin isn't fragranced with lotions or other obvious scents, though he can probably smell a hint of soap, probably (ironically) unscented. Her hair smells of some sort of Pantene-esque shampoo, nothing floral or heavy about it. It's a general 'clean' smell that contrasts the pot and cigarette smoke, beer and whiskey the two of them have been imbibing. She swallows, lifting her head up again. Although this makes it seem like she's pulling away, she instead guides her mouth to his, now.
The exhalation after that smell is an intense little thing, the only obvious change in breath that hasn't been clearly meant for her since Felix began. He shifts the position of his head a bit to try to see what she's doing when she starts to move like that, and when he sorts it out, he adjusts to meet her halfway.
Lilah shivers at the sound his breath makes, running her hand ddown his arm. When their lips meet again, there's an immediate passion to her kiss, rivaling other kisses of tonight, and possibly even surpassing them. The hand on his arm lifts up to slip into the back of his hair again, and Lilah presses herself tightly against him, giving in to that kiss for the moment.
Felix's arm tightens further around her waist, his grip on her hand loosening a little so as not to hurt her arm, and that passion from her draws a little shiver from him, as well. He returns it, trying not to push too much farther than she is, though with somewhat shaky restraint. His head rubs slightly against her fingers, wanting to feel them there but loath to risk breaking the kiss.
Lilah mmfs against his mouth, but rather than a protest, it seems to be encouragement, if anything. She picks up on the movements of his head, and immediately starts running her hand through his hair, from the nap of his neck, to the side, and along part of the spikes. She doesn't pull away from the kiss for some time, just kissing him as deeply as she can, before finally seeming forced to do so by the need for breath.
That hint of encouragement is all Felix's restraint can take, and he melts into the kiss, losing himself in it as long as she'll let him. He leans in toward her, rolling them a few degrees so that more of him presses more against her, and kisses her as if it were the only thing keeping one or both of them alive, at least until she protests or there's that need to gasp for what really =will= keep them alive.
Nothing about what he's doing seems to bother her, at least not yet. Even when the kiss deepens, even when he presses further against her, Lilah doesn't pull away. Her earlier inhibitions seem lowered a great deal, to the point that her hand rubs roughly at his chest, while the other stops moving in his hair and just seems determined to keep him close to her. When the kiss *does* break, it's probably not even her that breaks it, but it's possible. She gasps for air, her hand moving over his chest softer now, and slowly reopens her eyes, meeting his gaze or watching his closed eyes, depending.
Whenever it is in there that she lets go of his hand, his arm slides further around her, partly to try to get her even closer, partly so that his hand can find the back of her neck again, cradling her head. When the kiss finally breaks, whichever of them breaks it -- maybe they aren't even sure -- he's breathing fairly hard, and his eyes stay closed for a couple seconds before gradually half-opening and meeting hers, hooded and intense.
Hunching forward into him just as much as she can, Lilah curls her shoulders a bit, pressing her head down against his chest. In contrast with the intensity of their kissing, she places a soft peck in the center of his chest, her hands moving to grip each side of his Hawaiian shirt. Her head tilts to the side slightly so she can press her cheek against his t-shirt, and she closes her eyes once more, nuzzling up against him. She says nothing for the moment, perhaps because her breathing hasn't slowed enough to allow it.
Felix tilts his chin down to nuzzle the top of her head, breathing in the way that mild shampoo scene mixes with hers. He strokes her hair, and there's a careful shift in their position as he adjusts his supporting arm so that it's around her as well, still beneath them. He doesn't speak for the moment either. In her current position, she can hear his breath and the beating of his heart, quick and rhythmic.
Lilah shifts with him just as carefully, still gripping his shirt, keeping her eyes closed. As he strokes her hair, he can feel her relaxing against him, not that she was even tense before. A second peck is placed on his chest, before she's back to pressing her cheek against his shirt, closer to his heart this time. That's probably intentional. Without a word, she tugs on his Hawaiian shirt just once, as though she could possibly bring him any closer.
Possibly she could, though it'd take more than that. Felix does his part for further closeness, sliding his leg between hers and his foot more or less around her ankle, bringing them together from about the knee down. The hand stroking her hair takes a break to caress the back of her neck again, fingertips ghosting down under her collar to find just a little more skin they've not yet explored. Around the time his breath gets its oxygen equilibrium back, though it's still quickened, there's the tiniest ghost of a laugh; it would probably be entirely inaudible if her ear weren't right at his chest just now.
Lilah outright shivers at the touch of his hand to the back of her neck, and that, paired with the way his fingertips touch under her collar, leads to a fresh crop of goosebumps along her arms. His laugh doesn't seem to startle her, but she does give a tiny smile, asking, "...what?" Her own breathing is still fairly fast.
Felix smiles against her hair, and lifts his head just enough away from it to sing soft and low, just humming the first three notes of the section before continuing with words, "...there's lovin' in your eyes that pulls me closer; it's so subtle, I'm in trouble, but I'd love to be in trouble with you..." He tilts his head to kiss her just above the ear, fingertips still playing over the skin her hair and collar cover.
Without lifting her head from his chest, Lilah lets her lips twist up in a broad smile. She hums along with his words sweetly, her voice a soft soprano that melds with his fairly well. She stops singing when he kisses her, and then takes up the humming again. Notably, even her humming skips the chorus, and she in fact skips ahead, her voice rising to sing quietly, "I just want you for my own; I got to have you babe. Woah, there's lovin' in your eyes that pulls me closer; it's so subtle, I'm in trouble, but I'd love to be in trouble with you..." She's not blushing, now, and her left hand slips beneath his Hawaiian shirt, caressing one side of his chest.
That gets another smile from Felix as well, and his hand slides from the back of her neck, brushing lightly along the side and then her jawline until he reaches her chin, tipping it up so that he can lean in and kiss her again. It doesn't start in immediately as passionately as the previous one ended, but while it's relatively unhurried, neither would it qualify as chaste. His fingers stay there for several seconds before the hand drifts down to her waist, insinuating itself beneath the fabric of her tanktop, but just there -- resting on the curve of her waist, barely moving but warm against the skin.
Lilah gives a soft noise of approval at the kiss, her eyes meeting his and staying open. They remain open until and unless he closes his, an intensity of emotion to the look in them. While her left hand remains pressed to his chest, her right lifts to caress his cheek with the back of her hand as they kiss. She doesn't shy away from the hand at her waist whatsoever; if anything, it's likely behind a sudden bit of heat she adds to the kiss.
Felix's eyes half-close again, but keep her gaze; he tilts his head just a bit into her hand. It's surely not a shock that he takes that additional heat enthusiastically and brings in some more to keep it company. His fingers brush up along her side, until the tips barely graze fabric instead of skin; there's a glancing, almost accidental contact with the very limit of the change in contour as they direct themselves away instead, over to her back, and stroke downward along her spine.
Lilah gazes at him, keeping her eyes as open as she's able-- but that's not much. She's so relaxed at the moment that even when his fingertips graze the edges of her bra, she doesn't immediately pull away. Either she doesn't mind, or he moves away quickly enough that it's not an issue. The veins in her neck stand out a little as he runs his fingertips down her spine, and he can feel her shiver at the contact. Her hands can't seems to stay off of him, even if her touches remain fairly chaste; the hand at his cheek runs through his hair, probably mussing it a bit, and the other remains at his chest, rubbing over his shirt.
That little shiver makes Felix's eyes close the rest of the way for a moment, and when they manage to open again it's barely, as well. The leg he's twined with hers shifts position, trying to remove any remaining space between their bodies, and his hand curls in the small of her back, short nails tracing a slow set of parallel lines across it, toward her side. There's enough pressure to make it register as definitely a scratch, but not painful.
Once the space between them is gone, the kiss seems to follow suit; while their lips can't possibly get any closer, Lilah presses hers up against his, trying to bridge a gap that isn't even there to be crossed. She arches her back just slightly as his nails trace toward her side, letting out the smallest noise of pleasure, closer to a whimper than a moan.
That arch and whimper -- small as they may be, they have an obvious effect. Felix's shoulders and arms tense, the hand at her back tightening and then sliding down and over, settling splayed across the further half of her bottom and pulling her in even harder against him; the hand beneath them finds the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he does his damnedest to help her with the crossing of that nonexistent gap.
At first, Lilah seems to love every moment and every touch, particularly when she's pulled in harder against him. Her breathing quickens yet further, her brow furrowing with the (failed) attempt to restrain herself. Even when his hand touches lower than her back, she doesn't immediately pull away, and his fingers in her hair only seems to goad her on. But as the kiss continues, he may or may not feel her starting to try and cut down on at least the heat she's offering into their embrace, until she finally manages to give a small shake of her head, trying to pull her mouth away from his. Her breathing is quick and uneven, and her eyes remain closed even after she's pulled away.
It's either a shame or just as well that her eyes are closed, depending, because it means she misses the rather amusing look of dismayed disbelief and frustration that passes over Felix's face when she backs off again. His breathing is very much like hers, and he closes his eyes again, hands clenched where they rest against her and muscles quivering with tension while he forces a few slower, deep, rather ragged breaths and gradually uncurls his fingers. The rest of his muscles manage to relax slightly as well, although that coiled-spring imminence that seems always there at some level remains particularly conspicuous. Almost gingerly, he starts loosening his hold on her.
It's probably just as well; her eyes stay closed until she feels his hands clench. There's an uncomfortable silence, her body feeling far less relaxed beneath his. It'd be a grand overstatement to say she's frightened at that point, but wary? Most certainly. That gets upgraded to at *least* a little fear as she feel his muscles tremble, and she purses her lips before saying quietly, "I'm sorry." It's not terror, not near terror, but it's probably clear she's trying to placate him, and not struggling to free herself so as not to present a moving target. "We should-- I should go home. I'll-- see you tomorrow?" She can't hide her trepidation on that last sentence, but it's a different sort of fear than the one she displayed before.
"I was gonna say," Felix murmurs, with his eyes still closed, "we should probably go back inside." He takes another slow breath, finally reopening his eyes, and kisses her forehead, carefully untwining their limbs. "Where do you want to meet? And when? Keepin' in mind I'm not a big mornin' person and I didn't bring an alarm clock. Though the sun might wake me, dependin'."
When he takes that breath and reopens his eyes, the tension seems to drain from her body, as well. The fear doesn't remain, particularly after he kisses her forehead. It may as well have not happened, for all the lingering nervousness or lack thereof. She scoots away from him once they've untangled from one another, reaching for her beer and her baggy, and asks, "We could meet up at Edith Ann's diner... I'll pick up some tips 'n all for the road." She tilts her head, then suggests, "How 'bout high noon? That work for ya?" She smoothes out her shirt, not bothering to brush off much of the grass and dirt now clinging to her hair and tank top. Her hand lifts as though to touch him one last time for tonight, and then that motion is aborted as she thinks better of it; instead, she brushes a bit of hair away from her face.
"I might could do noon," Felix allows, "...long's you'll forgive me if I can't. Close to noon as I can manage, though." He sits up, reclaiming his own now long-flat beer, and flashes her a quick, cheeky grin. "Do I get pancakes or pie or somethin'? I mean extra incentives never hurt." He reaches out and does touch her, brushing another bit of hair from her face as well, whether it needs it or not, and then stands, offering a hand up.
With a smile, Lilah nods her head and promises, "I won't hold it against ya." She laughs, shaking her head at his question, and adds, "You get ONE pancake, or ONE piece of pie. Make yer Sophie's Choice an' get it over with. Just be glad I don't have 'em cook it at noon, lettin' it get all cold while I wait." She gives a cheeky grin right back, which fades into a warm smile at the brushing of her hair. She takes his hand, squeezing it gently, and stands up, walking toward the house with his hand still in hers, unless he seems inclined to pull away. Most of the cars out front are gone now, but music's still playing (Rihanna - Only Girl In The World), and a few souls are still chatting it up. Earl and Stu aren't immediately visible, as they're in the kitchen, apparently trying to outdrink one another. Peggy's still there, talking to one of the unnamed kinfolk, and there's one other kinfolk there, a reedy fellow who's staring at a bookcase, trying to make out some of the titles on the spines. Lilah pauses on the front porch, saying, "...I should prolly say g'night to Pegs and head home. Gotta get up early if I'm gonna try 'n get any hours tomorrow. But..." She pauses for a long moment, then says simply, "'m glad we met tonight."
"One?! You're a cruel woman. Man needs his fuel, y'know. I think you're tryin' to starve me already." Felix pauses, considering. "But in that case I'd go with pie. A proper slice of pie's a lot bigger'n one pancake. AND just as good cold." He doesn't pull away from her hand, walking her to the house; the music gets a small smile and shake of his head, "Guess no one took the stereo away yet." Her plan gets a small nod. "So'm I," he replies, and leans in to give her a very light and brief kiss on the lips, if she allows it. "Shit. I better figure out where that guy put my coat."
"I do my best," is Lilah's response to his 'insult,' and she nods her approval of his choice. "Pancakes ain't half as good as pie, neither," she says, and laughs under her breath as she hears the music, shaking her head. She allows the kiss, returning it in kind, and then smiles warmly. "You wore a coat?" is asked with a faintly arched brow, and a bit of amusement, and then she leans forward to try and open the door for him. "Mr. Sinclair," she waves him inside, if that succeeds.
Félix just grins a bit at the question, looking faintly pleased with himself. He arches a brow at her, in turn, when she opens the door and waves him in. "Makin' me look bad, Miss Merriweather," he accuses, while going ahead and walking though anyway -- though he does attempt to then hold it for her, and wave her through in turn.
Lilah giggles softly at both the arched brow and his accusation. She steps through when he holds it for her, saying over her shoulder, "I don't think I've succeeded in that yet, but you know what they say: try, try, again." She seems to be in high, high spirits. Meanwhile, Peggy glances up from speaking with the nameless kinfolk, and Lilah makes a bit of a beeline for her, giving her a thumbs up. The other kinfolk waves to the two of them, apparently on her way out.
"Worse'n you've tried," Felix teases, closing the door and watching her head Peggyward. He sends a quick smile in that direction, and then glances around, presumaby for the coat... which he then proceeds to casually search out in a way that maximizes the potential for eavesdropping without seeming to be paying attention, as best he can. If he can stay out of their eyeline in the process, so much the better!
Sneaky Felix! Well, his sneak pays off, because he can probably catch a great deal of what goes on between the two, if not every word. 'Only Girl (In The World)' ends, and is replaced with a softer song: Rihanna's 'Diamonds.' That's right: SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND. Lilah purses her lips, then says to Peggy, "I'll text you more details, but I'm gonna get me some shut-eye right now. Me 'n Felix here, are... gonna take a road trip. See more places 'n just here." She seems nervous, and is clearly worried about her friend's reaction. But most importantly, she seems excited, and is not entirely able to conceal this. Not even close. He may be MAN 3, but she most obviously is not. Naturally, Peggy doesn't look *thrilled* with this, glancing over to Felix and back to Lilah before nodding. She manages a smile, apparently at least happy for her friend, if not happy to see her go, and drawls out, "Weeeeeeeeeell." A pause, then she continues in her cheeriest-but-not-that-cheery voice, "I'm glad you're gettin' out finally. You told your ma 'n pa yet?" Lilah shakes her head gently, replying, "I'm gonna tell daddy in the mornin'. No sense wakin' him up. An' I don't think ma's in town right now... daddy'd know." That last part, she seems a bit trepidatious about. "I'mma let daddy tell the rest of 'em. Don't wanna see 'em cry." Peggy frowns deeply, nodding, then asks, "You gonna be all right, all cooped up on some road trip? And you gonna have time to pack? An' you sure you're gonna be okay?" "Yeeeeah," Lilah waves off her concern. "It'll be fine. An' I could hardly ask for better company, less'n you came along." "Flatterer." "Guilty as charged." Peggy pauses, picking a piece of grass out of Lilah's hair, arching a brow. Lilah looks amused, and shakes her head. It's clearly an answer to the unspoken question, and there's that blush again, albeit faint. "Night, Pegs," she says, rather than outright address it. "...night, Lilah." The two squeeze hands, and then Lilah hunts about for where Felix has gotten off to, smoothing out her hair.
Felix has gotten to a corner where a somewhat rickety chair has been made more appealing (although still neglected) by the addition of his coat. He picks the garment up, tossing it carelessly over his arm, and turns to apparently look for Lilah, giving her a grin when he sees her. "Found it," he informs her, likely unnecessarily.
"That's some coat," Lilah says, shaking her head with a soft smile. "Yer somethin' else, y'know that?" It seems to be a compliment. She offers him her hand, and pauses before asking, "You mind givin' me a lift home? I don't live too far out. If it's a worry, I can get a ride with Pegs." 'Diamonds' ends, and Rihanna is replaced with (wait for it) Rihanna, singing 'S&M.' "Aaaaand that's my cue to head out either way," Lilah says, as soon as the first couple notes hit. She's blushing again, but not so heavily as earlier tonight.
"It's fuckin' awesome, isn't it?" Felix replies with a cheerful entire lack of humility. "Dunno what it was doing in Florida, prolly some old snowbird or somethin'." The compliment to himself gets =very= slightly more than none, with a sidelong smile and a, "Thanks. You ain't half bad yourself." He takes her hand, and nods to the request before it occurs to him, "I probably oughta go thank the host before I head out, though. One sec." Her remark about the song gets a wicked look over his shoulder to her -- he just can't help it -- but he does make his leave-taking quick, ducking in to thank Stu and emerging with a light wave to Peggy and a beer in his pocket, because hey. "Right," he tells Lilah, offering her his hand again, "Once again, at your service."
"It is," Lilah is forced to admit. She smirks at his return compliment, but it's obviously a pleasin' thing. Stu is, for the record, SO very drunk, and so's Earl. The two are trading old stories, and Felix is just in time to see Earl clap Stu on the back, complimenting him with a, "That's got to be the best one all night. What'd she say?" Stu replies, "She said, and I quote-- oh, it was no trouble. Have a good night." That last is of course to Felix, once he's thanked him for the party. "She said 'it was no trouble, have a good night'?" Earl asks, confused or merely feigning it. Stu nearly spits out a drink of beer, shaking his head but unable to reply through the laughter for several moments. Presumably, Felix takes his leave at this point. Peggy returns his wave uncertainly, but it's friendly enough. She's clearly a little concerned, but certainly not enough to call attention to it. "You better watch out, Mr. Sinclair: I could get used to you bein' at my service," Lilah drawls, and she's taken the opportunity of Felix's absence to ditch her beer bottle; apparently it was empty. She takes his hand, smiling, and tries to get to the door before he can.
Felix's previous beer was not empty when they got back to the house. It was when he recycled the bottle during the coat hunt, though. Waste not, want not, right? Man: total drunkeness and stories, and the Galliard has to leave? Life is cruel sometimes. Can't leave a lady waiting, though, so he doesn't. Nor does he sit still for the door-grabbing, darting a step ahead to snag the handle when she seems to be aiming for that. "Ha! Not gettin' me that way twice in a row, missy." He doesn't usher her through, though, since he's out of hands, one in hers and one on the door. He does pull it shut behind them, though, and leads the way to the Caddy.
Neener neener, Galliard! When Felix steps ahead of her, Lilah laughs, shaking her head at him, and doesn't try to dash forward any faster. "Maybe not twice in a row, but I'm sure I'll getcha one way 'r another," she retorts. She steps through, and about halfway to the Caddy, she suddenly drops his hand from hers-- and starts to bolt for his car. "Race you!" she calls over her shoulder, but of course she's got a head start, most likely.
"Oh, it is on!" Felix exclaims, with 100% genuine faux outrage, and he starts after her. He clearly doesn't intend to throw the race, although it also looks less like he's accepting the car as the finish line, and more like he's decided she is. Indeed, she gets there just fractionally before he does, and promptly gets grabbed around the waist, turned, and lifted up, squished against him, the coat, and the side of the vehicle. It's only a brief situation, since he uses that leverage to push her over the door of the car and send her dropping onto the back seat. Luckily, it's large and soft and doesn't have anything sitting on it at present. Well, except her, now. Her lower legs don't entirely clear the door boundary, and Felix tosses his coat over it on top of her, settling his hands on the door between her ankles and leaning over it a bit, grinning widely at her.
Rather than call out any taunts, Lilah just puts her all into her running. He can just SEE that she thinks she's won, particularly when she reaches the car first, laughing-- and then shrieking in surprise as she's grabbed, although it's followed by more laughing. She kicks her legs in protest, and pulls the coat down away from her face with a huff. "You're incorrigible," she informs him between peals of laughter. And then she aims a light kick at HIM, so THERE. It's not a kick, to be honest, so much as a 'nudge,' but it gets her intention across.
Félix laughs, grabbing at her foot while he tries to dodge away from the kick-movement. He lifts the captured limb and bites the back of her ankle with nearly no pressure before he releases her again. "Well, an awful lotta people've been told not to encourage me, so far," he says, with another grin, and steps away from the door, heading around the front of the car to open the driver's side door and hop in. "Reckon you can sit up front, if you like. If you're gonna be good." He gives her a teasing look, then leans forward to fiddle under the dash for a moment. The Caddy starts up, and he gives it a couple revs as he straightens up in the seat.
Lilah squeals at the bite to her ankle, and it takes her several moments to stop laughing. She tugs his coat off the rest of the way, setting it in the front seat, and replies cheekily, "I ain't gonna be good. Yer just gonna have to sit up there all by your lonesome." She even crosses her arms. She either doesn't notice his lack of incorrigible comprehension and the way he starts up the car, or she doesn't feel like commenting on it.
Felix twists in his seat, arm across the seatback beside him, to look at her over his shoulder and give her another wicked look. "Well, if you're gonna be bad, then you're MORE'n welcome in the back seat," he replies, and pulls out onto the road. He doesn't seem to be bothered that she isn't buckled up, but hey, he isn't either. "Better let me know which way your house is, though, 'less you wanna stay here with me all night instead."
When he starts the car up, the radio comes on right away; it's on the local rock station and pretty loud, especially in the post-midnight quiet. It'd seem even louder if it weren't for the hours of Rhianna. He does turn it down just a bit before he speaks to her, though; presumably he didn't have to take conversation into account earlier.
Lilah taps her fingers on the back of his seat, and then rests her elbow on the door. "Oh, I'm definitely gonna be bad, it's just you ain't allowed back here," she teases, and doesn't seem to mind the music, loud *or* turned down. "I live over in Silverhill, but ya might not know where it is. S'a trailer park down John Franklin Smart Memorial Highway." Research: I DONE IT. "Off to the right, if'n you don't know where that is, neither."
"Oh, I ain't =allowed=?" Felix retorts, glancing back at her again with a raised brow, "You best watch it, miss, or I'll c'mon back there. Don't think I won't!" Currently, at least, he doesn't. He does know his right from his left, though, and heads off the correct way. "Yeah, though, you're gonna hafta give me directions if you wanna get anywhere specific. Otherwise I just kinda guess. So, y'know, we'd get to A home. It just might or might not be yours."
His retort just makes Lilah grin wider. "Nope," is all she says in response, her gaze shifting to look toward the right. She rests her arm on that side of the car, and closes her eyes for a moment, running her fingers through her hair. When she reopens her eyes, he gets a smile. "It's only a few miles from here. I'm thinkin' we'll manage." The highway itself is only about a mile away, and three or four miles past that is the trailer park. When necessary, she gives directions, seeming quite relaxed.
'Nope'? Is that =testing=? Felix swerves the car over to the side, throws it into park and whacks the parking brake on, and then he's turning and clambering over the seatback into the supposedly-forbidden zone, grinning, but watching her almost challengingly. Once over, he aims to rest a knee on the seat beside her and catch her jaw with one hand so he can kiss her again -- firmly, but not for terribly long.
Lilah's eyes widen as the car swerves onto the side of the road. She looks startled for an instant, and then she's laughing too hard to do anything. "Encourageable," she says with a grin, and she meets his gaze only briefly. She lets him kiss her, and in fact is in the process of kissing him back when he pulls away. For once, she seems positively speechless, and her muscles are tensed with unspent energy. It's clear she'd love to grab him right back and continue that kiss, but she resists, meeting his gaze now. "Fine," she allows at last, once her breathing's calmed down a bit. "I s'pose you're allowed in back."
"Damn right," Felix says, giving her a nod and a smirk, brows raised, and he runs a hand through a few strands of her hair before pushing back up and rolling back over the seat like it were a pommelhorse for very lazy people. It only takes a few moments to get back on the road, and then he's driving where she directs, left hand on the wheel and right arm resting on the seatback again.
Lilah gives him the very fondest of looks at his words, and particularly that smirk, and him running his hand through her hair certainly doesn't lessen that. When he's back on the road, she clears her throat, and begins giving directions again. It's not long before they're there, honestly, and she leans back in her seat once they arrive. She doesn't wait until he's safely parked, instead opening her door when the car's slowed to basically a stop. "I know how to open doors, too!" she teases, having basically 'cheated,' and then hesitates, asking, "'s it safe for me to get onna those... good night kisses I hear so much about, or is this where we part ways 'til Edith Ann's?"
Félix parks, though he doesn't turn the engine off, and her teasing gets a laugh. "Man, they're just lettin' women do EVERYTHING these days," he teases back, shaking his head. He tilts his head at the question, with a faint smile. "Define safe," he answers, and slides over to get out the already-open passenger door, offering her a hand up from the seat once his feet are firmly on the ground.
"Someday, I'm even gonna be able to VOTE. Ain't THAT a trip," Lilah replies with a laugh, and then grows a tad more serious at his faint smile and answer. She licks her lips, and takes his hand, rising to her feet. It leaves her quite close to him, and it seems like it might be a firm mix of comfortable and *not,* for her. She looks down at their shared hands and shrugs, letting a smile play at the edge of her lips. "What about 'unsafe?' Seems to me like tonight's the very definition. Tell me if I'm wrong." Her eyes lift until she's meeting his gaze again.
Felix laces his fingers with hers, and turns the pair of them, taking a step toward her, and then another; the car's door is behind her, so there isn't much backing up she could easily do there. His gaze stays on hers as he steps in, stopping just short of pressing up against her, and her against the door. When he speaks, it's quiet. "Do you =want= safe?"
Lilah watches him intently, gaze never leaving his face. She makes no move to slip away or attempt to back up as he steps closer. There's no need for her to pause even for a moment at his question; softly, she replies with reddened cheeks, "If you'd asked me that this mornin', I'd have said yes."
Felix takes the last step in, firmly closing the remaining space, and he gives her that crooked smile again. "Me neither," he says, and kisses her, free hand moving to the back of her neck and fingers sliding into her hair.
He can still definitely feel that tension in her, the unspent energy. That kiss, however, is a way for her to let some of that energy leak out, and as Lilah's eyes close, she gives herself over to it. The hand holding his squeezes it tightly, while her other remains firmly fixed at her side, as though she doesn't trust herself to touch him-- or maybe it's him she doesn't trust. She's standing very straight, her posture admirable but perhaps too stiff, and her head is tilted up for that kiss. She makes no move to back away from him, just letting him press her against the car and do what he will for the moment.
She might be wise not to entirely trust one or both of them, admittedly, and the hunger in his half of the kiss, the way his body presses to hers, may reinforce that... but on the other hand, it's still "just kissin'" and his hands remain -- for now -- in approved zones, the one tight with hers and the other pulling her head in close, almost incidentally teasing the skin of her neck here and there. There's plenty of tension in him as well, of course, but for now it seems fairly under control, directed into the kiss and otherwise just... waiting.
Lilah manages, through some Herculean effort of will, not to touch him anywhere but where their hands tighten against one another. Her free hand remains free, and she doesn't attempt to press herself harder against him-- but she clearly wants to, and she channels her frustration into the kiss as well, heated and needy. She's quiet, save for the sound of her almost labored breathing.
One hopes the sound of the car at this time of night -- the music still playing, the need for muffler repair -- haven't woken everyone in the area up to watch from their windows or something. Felix probably wouldn't care anyway, but certainly doesn't seem worried about the possibility. There's a shift in his weight as he covers that pressing in harder thing for both of them, and the sense of her frustration there has him nearly devouring her before the hand at the back of her neck stills, and he very slowly starts to rein it in a little again.
Oh, there's probably at least one lookie-loo somewhere around here, but either the possibility hasn't occurred to Lilah, or she doesn't care. At any rate, it's at least not her family that's watching. There's a moment, as he presses in harder against her, that she bites his lip, albeit lightly and accidentally; she's aiming for her own lip, and he's just collateral damage. Her breathing remains rapid, and it takes a second or two of his reining it in before she starts to do the same. When the kiss finally breaks, she lolls her head back, looking up at the sky. "Definitely unsafe," she murmurs with amusement once her breathing's under control, more to herself than to him.
That accidental bite does nothing to lessen the pressing against her at all; it makes his breath catch and the balance of weight in his hips adjust, just slightly. Felix lowers his head a tad when the kiss breaks, eye closed and breath just as worked-up as hers, and her murmur gets a small, slow smile. "Absolutely," he agrees, and leans in again, kissing just under her chin, and a quick small line of them down her throat to the hollow between her collarbones, which gets a little lick before he straightens up and steps back. Not far. Just enough that she's more or less free. "So. Noonish?"
Although she doesn't respond to his agreement aloud, the edges of Lilah's lips turn up into a wry smile. She tightens her free hand as he kisses down her throat, and particularly at that lick, still very carefully not touching him beyond their hands. "That wasn't just kissin'," she accuses with a smile, and then nods to his words. "Noonish." She moves to slip away from him and the car, starting to walk backwards to a mobile home that looks a good deal smaller and, well, crappier, than most of the rest of them. It's aluminum, or something of that nature, and it's one of the few with any lights on the outside: the porch light is on, waiting for her.
"Sure it was. Like french kissin'," Felix replies, with a quick, roguish grin, "Just not your mouth." He lets her go, closing the passenger side door and moving around to the driver's, leaning against that door while he watches her walk away.
"Encourageable," Lilah snorts, shaking her head. "That wasn't kissin'," she repeats, pointing a finger at him, and grins as she continues walking backward. She's looking pretty pleased with herself, right up until her heel rolls on a small rock as she walks, and she just about ends up flat on her back-- thankfully, she catches herself by staggering and throwing her arms out wide. She coughs, clearing her throat, and puts her hands on her hips, facing him. "Er. Night." And she turns around swiftly, walking toward her home the CORRECT way.
Félix looks amused and sly at her continued insistence, and honestly pretty pleased with himself as well. He doesn't argue further, though, just watches. Her near fall does gets a flash of concern across his face, and his posture starts to straighten as if about to act -- but she catches herself, and he settles back again, regrettably still amused, but at least not maliciously so. There might be just a hint of charmed in there as well. "Night, Miss Merriweather," he replies, and still doesn't move until he's watched her reach the trailer and head inside.
Lilah does, indeed, reach the trailer and head inside. Not too much later, the porch light shuts off.