Re: Having a big Breakfast (open)

[Marcus De Leymon]

As the summer months grew more and more intense, the desire to get up earlier and earlier to do his work became more frequent. This morning would be one of those mornings. Marcus had gotten up about an hour before the sun started creeping up over the tree line. This would give him plenty of time to haul around the rocks and bags of sand that he had acquired. He had his own special little project going in the gardens. Taking it onto himself, he was building little water falls around the creek that ran through the gardens. Just something to create that rolling water sound even more. Who would have known he had such skill in this stuff? He sure as hell didn't. Though, I guess we can blame De'Ryanna for this stuff.

Though, you can only work outside so long before the morning's sun started getting the best of you. That plus the growling that was starting up in his stomach. So, it would seem it was time to take a bit of a break. Letting the shovel fall onto the dirt pile he had started, form would start to make his way towards the Inn, moving to the side door that would get him to the bar. With a swing of the door, the gloves that had been covering hands would be shoved into back pocket of loose brown cotton cargo pants. The button up green linen shirt was only half buttoned up the front. Though he would consider removing that after cooling off a bit. It was quite obvious he had been working for quite a while. However, he wouldn't even get two steps in the room when eyes adjusted enough to see that the place was literately filled with people. All of whom he had never seen before. He was stunned. Looking around at the room and the people he would start to move to the bar, though he would make sure to keep to himself a bit. probably for everyone's best interest. Though as he went, he would more then likely pass near someone. So, if he did, a simple nod would pass over features and smirk coming to lips.

Good morning. Place is boomin' this morning.

[Madeline Cauthon]

the nine year old saw the new guy walk in. She smiled, "Breakfast will be ready in a little bit if you would like some. Can I get you a drink or anything?"

[Marcus De Leymon]

Pretty much right as he sat down this girl was calling out to him about breakfast and drink. Now, there were two things of note here. One, this was his first time seeing this large of grouping of people in this place.....ever. So his curiosity gene was a'twitter. The most interesting of which was a little kid serving at tender and waitress. But, judging from what he saw at this place, anything can be expected. And now, for the second thing.....what to drink. It was still early, and his body had been hard at work for a few hours now. He could most definitely go for a good drink right about now. Though, at the same time, he was working, technically, for the Inn right now. he he was seen working on the job, well, he honestly didn't think he would get in too much trouble, but there was that line he was trying to walk across with his boss. And her satisfaction was very high on his priority list. Looking to the girl he would smile wide with a nod.

Thank you, little Miss. Umm....hell..... whiskey on the rocks please.

His drink order would be almost whispered as he leaned closer. An almost mischievous smirk running over lips. He may pay for it later, but he was thirsty for the good stuff.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline giggled, and went to fill his drink. "Got it." His reaction was priceless. Never let it be said that Madeline Cauthon didn't know how to make the best out of a weird situation.

Madeline made the his drink and carefully took it to him smiling. "There ya go Sir, One whiskey on the rocks. Is there anything else you need?"

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

Tobias did indeed feel different, but it was the same feeling she remembered from the last time she touched him. Hard. She hadn't expected anything different. Still, the feel of it sent a shiver through the body and caused her to piano her fingers in the air before pushing the door open.

She had passed Madeline on her way and nodded at what the girl had said. Despite what the others may do De'Ryanna hardly walked on eggshells for anyone - her may be cautious of her words at times but she would hardly call that eggshells. Armandeus was there and she brushed her hands on her skirt apron and went to take the other biscuits out of the oven. "We need at least two dozen more Armandeus. Honey would be wonderful." Taking the ones that were done and rubbing the tops of them with butter before placing them in a basket. Twelve. How many people were out there right now? Tobias, Kendrick, two vampires, J.J., she had closed her eyes and counted off the people she saw. Connor had gone and Madeline was working the counter and already ate. Did the vampires eat?

That was defiantly something to consider as she gathered bowls and filled them with rice first and then topped it off with the deer chili. De'Ryanna passed by the door and pushed it open a crack as she heard Madeline filling orders. Another vampire and Marcus was there now also. Well now she would have to add an extra bowl for she had only made three: the two men and the mortal female, leaving out the vampires for they typically didn't eat food of this nature. De'Ryanna added another bowl for Marcus and put them on a circular tray, with the basket of biscuts, extra butter and spoons, in the middle and pushed backwards out the kitchen door.

Back in the bar area now she stood still a moment as the many smells hit her nose at one time. Putting on a smile she cast an eye around the bar. "Breakfast is served." And the food was still hot, tendrils of steam rising from the top of the bowls.

Tobias was first. Holding the tray with one hand she removed his bowl -which was slightly bigger than the others - with the other hand. She knew that he had a large appetite like herself. "Don't eat too fast. There's plenty more." She started to move away and paused to add one final thing to him. "You should stay once Breakfast is done, Tobias, since you so graciously offered to help clean." Referring to his earlier comment about the floors and polishing her china. He may have been making a joke but she was going to cash in on it.

Then she set down Kendrick's bowl and spoon. "Eat up. It'll put some meat on those bones." And she just held in the bit of a chuckle that was there. Was she saying that he was skinny? Possibly.

Two bowls down she took the biscuits and placed them on the bar saying 'Excuse me' to Madeline if she happened to cross her path. Still balancing the tray on one hand she bent down and pulled out the box that held a variety of fruit jams and placed it besides the biscuits. "Fresh biscuits. More are on the way."

Next it was J.J's turn. "Perk up dear," De'Ryanna stated as she placed the third bowl down. "It's too early in the morning to look wary." For she did seem a tad on the nervous side to her.

Last but not least was Marcus. "Good morning Marcus. How good it is to see you socializing." It was. Now he got a chance to see more of the Inn's residents.

With everything served she stood back and held the tray flat against her. "Who else would like breakfast this morning? For those of you I skipped, know that it was intentional for the most part because I don't know you for eating the same food as the rest of us." She was talking about the vampires of course. "But if you would like to indulge in the chili I will fix a bowl for you as well."

[Jade Stone]

The heartbeats just kept piling in didn't they? Heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat mixed with blood smell cooking smell blood smell cooking smell, and Jade's head was starting to throb. It wasn't the kind of headache that most people would be used to having, it was more of a primal drum beat trying to pound her manners right out of her skull.

That was why after she sank into the barstool her elbow went up onto the bar and her head slumped into her hand. Pale fingers were rubbing her forehead when Madeline served her the glass of wine. "Thanks. I'm in room 315." Her room number, so the drink could be charged to her tab.

Through the curtain of her arm she looked at Kendrick. What bits of him she saw made her think twice about her grumpy mood and she dropped her arm to the bar counter. Now she had an unobstructed view of him, and it was totally working for her. Jade was not squinting from the cheap seats, no sir!

And there it was. That dazzling teen queen smile which didn't just light up her face. When the eternal 'cheerleader' put her mind to it she could light up a whole room, hell on her best day she could probably light up the whole damn inn! Today wasn't her best day, not by a long shot, but Jade could put the sweet in sweetness without even trying. Lips parted and she was about to say something dazzling, something cute, something coy…

But then breakfast was served. He was getting his food so she put a cork on her reply to keep it fresh. Fingernails tapping against her wine glass in the meantime. Jade wasn't even paying attention to who was getting food and who wasn't…until the announcement was made about who was served, who wasn't, and worst of all why.

Was it possible that Jade could pale more than she already was? If it was, she did. Her head drooped, her shoulders slumped, and Jade covered her face in her hands. What was that book she had to read in high school where the woman had to wear a letter on her clothes that said to the whole town…? The Scarlet Letter, that's right. Slap a red 'V' on her and call her mortified, Jade's cryptonite was being called out, especially in a crowd.

Swallowing thickly, she dropped her hands from her face and pushed her untouched glass of wine over to Kendrick. "No cookies. But you can have that. It's way past my bedtime." That's right, Jade was slipping out of her stool with her eyes on the exit. Maybe if she left now, people wouldn't notice she was one of the ones who didn't have a plate of food like the rest.

[Kendrick]

The fact that his Joy was not happy would of made him grin. It was her own fault. She did not want to explain things far be it from him to take away her wind from her sails. The whole making your bed and sleeping in it seemed to be working in his favor. As it was he was fine with sampling the other delectable’s that were within the Inn. One should always be aware that one’s discarded toy could be someone else’s new treasure.

When Pip Squeak brought out the cup of coffee over to him his head would give a nod in her direction. “Thanks.” He did not say the nickname he had in his head for her. Not because he was worried about her feelings but because he simply didn’t feel the need. His attention was about to go back to the woman that was sitting at the bar with him and the other man. Distracted by De’Ryanna more like the words she said as she set his bowl down. His brow lifted in a most questioning manner even as a smirk rested upon those lips. “My bones have never received complaints before.” A waggle of both brows rather harmless the action was accompanied by a wink.

Without a glance spared to Joy or her sister he had his ways of knowing when she was around he looked back to the pretty blonde. Giving her his full attention the food needed to cool off a bit. When he noticed she was skipped on the food before the announcement he figured De’Ryanna did not know she was out here. Then the announcement came and he did not want to lose what could be a delightful passing of time. “Vegetarian? Or are you a meat eater?” He thought he might work on keeping her there longer. Even as he said the last bit he was giving her one of those half grins of his. “I would be more then willing to share mine with you.” His what he did not exactly say. Was he speaking of his food that had been set in front of him or something else? He had heard the lady give Pip Squeak her room number. Then a charming grin passed over his lips. “Perhaps cookies another time?” His right brow lifted with that invite thrown out there.

[Om Kennedy Yajna]

If Madeline was trying to get under Toby's skin she was sh-t out of luck. She'd know that if she ever met Dex. Growing up next to an antagonizing mouth like his brother's he tuned stuff like that out. Until the ashram where they tuned him back into it so he could see it for what it was. He wasn't bent about Ryan when it came to other brothers. He saw what went down in a different way.

"Om Satyei Namaha, Sister. We're all given jealousy so when we conquer it we can better see love." He'd been sitting at this bar long enough to see how many eyes checked Ryan out. Sisters got jealous, especially when they had their eye a prize that was more interested in their sis. He'd seen Madeline working Connor hard. But christ she was just a kid. "Besides. Dude'll prolly notice your flirting when you're taller."

Toby knew something about waking up in another body but he wasn't going to mention it. He knew his issue was different than Madeline's anyway.

There it was. Breakfast and dessert. Dessert was Ryanna. "I offered to clean -you-, Sister." Grin. Those cleaning comments were him being crass. He'd help her clean though. She knew he would. He didn't keep her and let her get to serving everyone else. Digging into what she'd made. Now this was a breakfast. Not some dainty toast and eggs, this was serious chow with substance. One hand spooned in the chili while the other reached for a biscuit. Taking two.

[J.J. Kinkaid]

Casting her glance to Madeline when the Vodka on the rocks was produced, a twinge of a smile crossed over her red lips. “Thank you.” Oh she noticed the way that the drink was made, and that had caused the twisting of her lips into that semi smile. Her fingers curled themselves around the glass, with her right hand, she was right handed after all, though she did not lift it. Not yet.

The reason for the glass not being lifted was she was suddenly joined. No longer alone in her dark mood, her moody silver gaze would lift to her sister. A fleeting but genuine smile would grace itself over her features. “It is safe to say. One does not like to watch their toy enjoying another’s company.” Narrowed gaze at Kendrick’s back, he had to feel the burning sensation of someone staring at his back, and she knew that he knew it would be her own. It was different when their dalliances happened and the other was not there to watch the show. This left her pouting prettily in the seat, she had taken in the men in the room, and did not know if any would of served her purpose. She did oft like to fight fire with fire.

The next words she was about to say, died upon slightly parted lips as the woman brought over food. Seeing this woman was bring substance, not a normal breakfast but she was taking it right now, she would twist her features into a charming little smile. That did not reach her eyes, but that was due the mood she was in. “Thank you. Your right, it is very early for such.” She did not want to offend, just yet, maybe in time.

She had just about been ready to ask her sister how she was doing, when she heard Kendrick’s words to the other woman. Deep breath, deep breath. Doing her best, to pull her thoughts together, and off of Kendrick for if one looked at JJ they would see she wanted to do murder at the moment. She turned to look to Malice. “Everything okay?” Oh she did not expect to get a full run down, especially not in a room full of people, but she had to ask. Even as hand, with slightly tremble from her anger lifted the glass of vodka to her lips.

[Marcus De Leymon]

That head of his would nod as the girl went off with his order. There was just something wrong about a little kid acting as bar tender. But what could he say? He's seen more odd situations then that, and she was offering him a drink that he was in great need of. So when she did go off, he would take the opportunity to look around at the other people that were present. Never before seeing any of them, he had to observe. Those coals watching them as they had their own conversations. A faint smirk ever present along lips. He was content at the moment. Even more so when that drink was brought over, which a hand would quickly move to claim.

Thank you very much, Little Miss. But I think that's it for now. I just came in for a quick break. And from the smell of it, I came in at just the right time too.

That smirk would widen as glass would be brought to lips for a small sip of the amber goodness. And as luck would have it, right as he took that sinful sip Ryan walked out with the food. Eyes would instantly widen. Almost coughing seeing her, glass would be dropped down to the bar, hands quickly concealing it as he swallowed. He was caught. Though, it seemed he was in the clear for just a moment. Those hues watched as she moved over to the others dropping off their food. And then he got one too? Well, the day just got better. Not even looking at his bowl he watched her with his smirk that was reserved for her.

Well thank you, De'Ryanna. It's a pleasure as always to see you. Yes, I came in for a quick break and found the place loaded. So, I figure what the hell. I'm here.

That smirk remained, even still as he hid that glass. He didn't know what she would think of him drinking while she knew he was working, so it was best to play it safe. Besides, the stuff looked like it could use some time to cool off. So he had some time.

[Connor]

Connor had, as it turned out, hit mach three or thereabouts and finished the stable work with relative ease. After he took a hasty shower, he dressed and headed straight back to the dining area. Hopefully, since the buck that he had killed that night and had help from Ryan with the skinning was a pretty big beast, there would still be plenty of the chili. He had to admit, it was actually better cooked this time.

As he stepped inside, he noticed the teeming mass of humanity and groaned inwardly. Why did humans clump together in herds with no intentions on watching each other's flanks? Didn't they know they were not predators? Hmph. He noted the bar was still, in his eloquent vocabulary, a sausage-fest, so not there. He spied a table with an empty seat close by him, and noted that the woman he had made acquaintance of in the stable was seated there. Ah, maybe this was providence?

Stepping over to their table, he pulled the chair out, flopped into it, and placed his elbows firmly on the table before him. "Hello, ladies. Is this seat taken? Or, was it before I took it...." He gave them a tilted grin and leaned back, causing his back to crack loudly. "Bloody hell! Excuse me for that....buncha glue-factories wanted to be needy today." After he had finished this exchange, he inclined his head, showing that he did indeed possess some manners. "Malice, good to see you. Who's this with you? She's cute."

[Madeline Cauthon]

Was Madeline trying to get under his skin? No, not at all. Fact of the matter was since being turned into a kid, her attitude and a few other things about her personality had changed. She was no longer this jaded person making snide comments left and right, and wanting to punch first and ask questions later. Madeline grinned at his comment about Connor. Was she jealous of her sister? Not at all, it was nice to know that she did like to have a good time once and a while. Life in the tower was hard, she knew that from experience. "You're probably right about that. Just wait till I get back to full size. In the mean time, do ya mind keeping this a secret. It's amusing to see peoples reaction to a kid working behind the bar." Madeline gave Tobias a wink, and went to check on the other customers.

It seemed everyone was enjoying there chili, and even Connor had shown back up for a second bowl. Afterwards she walked back over to her sister. Like most sisters in the Tower, there were chores to be done, and hard work was apart of any Aes Sadi's training. "De'Ryanna, is there anything else I can do? Perhaps get started with the clean up?"

[The Sadist]

She waved off the small female she had seen in the stables talking with Connor, Malice was in need of nothing at the moment, well nothing anyone here could accommodate her with. Her focus was now on her lovely sister and her all but silent brooding. It was cute to see J.J's knickers in a twist and before her eyes even met the object of her vexation she knew who it was. The male from days ago, she hadn't given him anymore thought, but it did seem that her sister was about to throttle him..

"Jealousy is not your best color sister."Anything else she was about to say was cut short by the arrival of Connor. Malice made a mental note to pry the relationship status between her and the still unknown man from her sister because no boy toy could provoke such a response from either Kinkaid sister. Velveteen softness parted slightly to offer the best genuine smile she could offer towards Connor. Hey he at least cured her boredom for awhile, so it was the least she could do. His words however brought a moments worth of glare in his direction. Mhm, Malice was protective of her sister, but she knew when it was all said and done J.J could handle herself. So introductions seemed to be at hand.

"Connor this is my sister Jacinda Joy, or J.J whichever she decides to let you call her. J, this is Connor, I met him in the stables a few days ago."

Match maker was not her strong point, but J.J deserved happiness. A pang of longing for the days when Malice was her own match maker with a string of boy toys a mile long. She missed the old days sometimes, but Doug was her husband now, and she really wished he would join her. Malice didn't mind being alone, but at times she just wished she had someone close to her that she could confide in....someone that wasn't her sister that is. J.J had her own issues to deal with.

[Connor]

Connor had read about this thing...it was called being a gentleman. Now, suffice it to say that he thought it was a load of rubbish, but he was the type to try anything once....twice if it felt good.

...moving on.

He decided to give the whole gentlemanly thing a shot, and extended his hand to J.J. with a smile. "Pleased to meet you." He looked into her eyes, noted the direction, followed it, and stopped. "Ohhh.....right." Eyes wandered over to Malice at just about that precise moment. "Hm. Well, forgive me if I seem out of line here, but even though she's staring daggers through that dude, she's still cute. Must be the way that left eye is twitchin'." He grinned, sending a wink Malice's way while waiting for J.J to respond. Hey, the guy was joking around, trying to get a rise out of her. One that, one would hope, did not involve vivisection and emergecy tracheotomies. That would be favorable.

[Aiden]

Leave it to a creature like her to point out the fact and reasoning as to why she was treating certain members of this mixed group differently than the rest. Aiden made a snorting noise at the notion and to cover up the hiss that was threatening to break loose. He wasn't one to choose sides to a pointless war but bloody hell this woman just had the ability to annoy the hell out of him without doing anything at all!

This was the very reason why Aiden hadn't gotten close enough to the group at the bar to sit. Did he care if anyone knew what he was? Unless they were a bloody idiot who couldn't put two plus one together it was pretty much glaringly obvious what he was and Aiden didn't give a blank who knew it.

Well, wasn't this interesting? The Blondie who was already sitting there was trying to sneak off. An appraising glance was given from behind those tinted glasses of him as she went passed. See what happens when people try to single other people out? Some people leave which was exactly the reason Aiden was staying. Stalking in closer with his mind trained on an empty spot at the bar he flashed his trademark fang filled grin at De'Ryanna. "Dish it up. Let's see how good it is."

[The Sadist]

Did Connor just send a wink in her direction, of course it was to let her know he was kidding about what he was saying about her sister. Malice had to give it to him, he was trying and thus earned him a wink in response. Hey, anyone willing to take on the wrath of a Kinkaid sister couldn't be half bad, right? She was tempted to jab J's side with her elbow but knew her sister well enough to know she heard every word Connor was saying.

"You might change your mind when that witty tongue of yours no longer holds taste."

Manicured set of five polished black drummed their tune against the table trying to curb the onset of boredom. Pip had asked for no trouble but at this moment Malice would enjoy seeing something happen. Or maybe it was the fact that Doug had been MIA for a few days that was making her chomp at the bit for some action. Either way, the monotony of doing nothing was taking it's toll on the immortal daughter.

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

De'Ryanna was wearing one of those private smug smiles people wore when pleased about something they did. Her current look came from the reaction of the vampires from her subtle comment about food. She wasn't trying to be rude, not really, but if it made them feel a little put-out she wouldn't complain either. Though there was the one vampire who decided to take her up on the offer of food. He wouldn't be turned down.

"One chili coming up," her hand motioned to Aiden so he would know that she was talking to him "I'll make sure it's nice and red."

Adjusting her tray she caught of Marcus trying to hide the fact that he was drinking and that only served make her wonder why. "No need to hide your drinking Marcus, you are at a bar." Even if he wasn't if the man wanted to drink it wasn't a problem. Her family drank enough to make it as natural as water and she had even delivered a beer to Tobias herself. De'Ryanna had no problem with responsible drinking.

Pleased to see that Connor come back into the room - too much time around horses and isolation can start to wear on a person. "Up for another round, Connor?" She would get him a bowl whether he said yes or no, perhaps he would want to share it with the female who's attention he was trying to get. "The women like a hearty man." In her personal opinion, which is why she had been sure to tell Kendrick to eat his food.

Despite the lure of the devilish glint in his eye perhaps she would like to see him with a bit more bulk. De'Ryanna had to pass by Kendrick and Tobias on her way back to the kitchen so she stopped to speak to them as a good hostess would. "I would compliment on more than your bones, Kendrick." She said as she worked her fingers across the bar towards one of Tobias' biscuits. yes, she was working to steal one of his two if they were not completely devoured by now.

"But any further verbalized remarks concerning a wanton desire to play with and otherwise engage with the male sex goes to this man here, who's offered to clean me so well." De'Ryanna didn't want to steal all of Tobias' biscuit, but if any was still there she would manage to break off a piece as she leaned in and pop it into her mouth as she smiled at him. She was hungry too. "One good clean deserves another."

She was not going to chuckle, even if it could be seen in her eyes that she wanted to. Speaking of cleaning she turned to Madeline as she stood. "You can start by clearing away any dishes that are done. If there are none then find the broom and begin work on the floor. Don't forget the area by the fireplace and open the windows. It's nice day and some residents could do with a little sun."

And there was that smug look again as she went to enter the kitchen to get the food for Aiden and Connor, more biscuits, and any other orders that happened to be said to her on the way.

[Jade Stone]

Questions. He was asking her questions. Even though no one else but Kendrick was probably paying her any attention, De'Ryanna outing her had raised Jade's defenses and the blonde felt like there were about a hundred eyes staring at her right now. But the guy was hot. And he was talking to her. And she hadn't been in the hands of a hot guy chatting her up since her foosball mess in the lounge last year. When it comes to Jade and guys, last year might as well be last century. So she canceled her exit and smiled it up. Turned on the teen queen charm with a coyly sheepish grin and a flip of her blonde hair over her shoulder. The problem was...how was she doing to answer his questions?

"I.....no? And no?" No she wasn't a vegetarian, and no she wasn't a meat eater. Wasn't that just as clear as a pile of garbage? But she'd answered it honestly, instead of slipping into the lying thing which had always ended up getting her into trouble, and she answered without a grimace or some other guilty thing painted all over her. She even tried to answer him by looking straight at his face, but her nature got the better of her and her eyes landed on his neck.

It was a nice neck. Looked healthy, and strong. The way she could see the blood pump its way through the largest of the veins was actually really -

Crap. Her bright green eyes snapped upward, back to looking straight at him. That was probably a bad choice, too. Stare into Jade's eyes long enough, and most people wondered if there was something going on besides the fact that she was just cute as a slightly weird button. Because they were nice eyes, really really nice. Eyes that could make a person stuck in a desert feel like they were swimming. The kind of eyes that said, 'Can you fly? No? Wanna try?'.

Tongue touched against her teeth as she tilted her head to the side. That alone was a red flag type clue. Not just for him, but for her too. A clue that if she didn't get her butt in bed she was going to open up a can of trouble. But Jade was always crummy at noticing her own red flags, and the words purred off her lips as inviting as a wrapped-up gift. "Perhaps cookies now? I bet I could get some ordered up." For this guy, she'd totally eat cookies.

Even if there was a tiny voice named Logic in her head screaming, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?!' 'Just doing what my pjs tell me to,' came the hungry little reply.

Yup, hungry. Late night snacks? Not just for the living.

[Marcus De Leymon]

For the first time he would be watching her running around like she always said she did. It was rather funny actually. And the better part, it made her smile. Always a good thing to see. Though, what was an interesting thing to see was the look on his face as she mentioned the fact of him having his drink. That look of his was that of a kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar. For caught he was.

Well I know...but......OK!

That last word being over enphensized as he perked up in is stool, a wide grin rolling over features. Sure he could explain the reason for his sneaking it at the moment, but that might mean her changing her stance on it, so e would do himself a favor and hush. And as if sealing the deal...or fate...whichever, that glass would be raised to crimsons and sip taken. Then of course he would have to start in on that bowl.

It was a rather relaxing time for him. Letting his body let loose for a few minutes, out of the heat of the sun and with good food and drink in front of him. So as he chowed down, he would silently pay attention to his surroundings. De'Ryanna was the only soul in the room he knew, so it was best for him to play the fly on the wall. See what other sorts of people stayed here as well. Though, one thing did catch his attention, which he would turn his head only slightly to. Eyes didn't move, but he did pick up the brief comment De'Ryanna made to the men furter down the bar. Interesting. It did catch him off guard a bit, is actions stopping only so that he didn't interupt the flow of the sounds to hear more. But then it was ended. He would frown to himself, but then start back in on his chilli. Good stuff to!

Inbetween bites body would straighten, head turning as to see the different people in here. Everyone caught into their conversatiosn and groupings. But at least he was there in the open. Not in solitude. Though, he was rather getting tired of that. More chance encounters were called for. This he would have to plan out. One thought even bringing a smirk to corner of lips. Yes, that had to be completed. With a final turn of his head, those dark eyes peering over the others again before going back to his drink and food.

[Douglas]

True, he had been away for far too long. And yes, he hadn't responded to any communication with Malice, but honestly, it wasn't his fault. Would she see it that way, though?

He had started at the stables, knowing that she frequented there, but when a hired hand told him the leather clad vixen had left already, Douglas simply gave a nod, and left. Her smell was faint there, but as soon as he stepped out into the open air and closed his eyes, a deep breath brought her scent to him, and he followed slowly, just to make sure.

He was brought to this place. A bakery. What was Malice doing here? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He wanted to see her. He had missed her so much it had hurt. His entire body ached for just one touch from her. Hand lifted, and that door was opened, and as he stepped through, sunglasses were lifted from those eyes, his gaze scanning for only a moment before landing on the form of his beloved. She was gorgeous. Weeks away from her, and it felt like years.

He knew that she was aware of him. She was always aware. But that didn't stop him from attempting to play hide and seek. After the door was closed, he stepped to the left, and lowered himself into the first seat he found, hoping that it wasn't into someones lap.

[The Sadist]

It was a subtle shift in her demeanor, one that most wouldn't even notice. The conversations that now were floating around her were nothing more than a low humming, no words understood..just the monotone of noise. For a moment Malice thought she was simply willing to life what she desired, and that was for Him to be near. However, the longer she sat there in her almost comatose state the stronger the feeling became.

With the opening of the door, that familiar frame seemed to swallow the entry way, if not for the fact her heart no longer continued to beat it would have surely stopped at the very moment. Mantilla of ebon fluttered quickly over mercury prisms to make sure he wasn't a mirage, and once that frame claimed it's chair, Malice was up from hers. She didn't run, but her movements were rushed.

Doug didn't have time to really react before he found the immortal beauty now straddling his lap, arms lazily draping over his shoulders as forehead came to press against him own. No matter what the reason was their communication had ceased for a few days, he was here now, and to her that was all that mattered. He was the reason Malice continued to exist. Velveteen softness creased into a warm smile as she drank in the glory that was pure Doug.

"What took you so long?

[Kendrick]

Truer words had not been said then those that had slipped from his Joy’s lips. He could very well pay attention to his own conversations and those of hers as well. Unlike many males he had known throughout his time he could multitask! Yes ladies that was right. Oh how his lips wanted to tug upwards but at the moment she was pushed back into the deep recesses of his mind. For now his attention for all intents and purposes was upon the cute blonde.

Other people entering and exiting and in some cases re-entering the bar did not effect him. He knew the numbers changed that was enough. He felt no threats so their was no outside changes. Always on alert even when he seemed laid back.

Another time or place De’Ryanna’s comments might of gotten more of a word play from him. But she had expressed that such was more for the man next to him. He could not help but give a smirk filled grin to the pair. “Perhaps another time. For it looks like the fun is his.”

Gaze did not take long to return to the cute blonde. Head nodding slowly at her answers. He took them in and made a few calculations of his own. He could have answered the questions in the same fashion. But as many did not know exactly who or what he was he was saved. Not singled out.

If she thought her gaze looking at his neck was missed she was wrong. Such would not be brought up especially not in mixed company. Everyone had their secrets and it was not his place to share them. Unless he was in such a mood which he was not. He was in a rather good mood and the cute little blonde had something to do with that.

Red flags who wanted to heed them it was better to push them to the limit. Besides maybe he would like to fly with her. He would take a bite of his dish from De’Ryanna he did not wish to get her scolding tongue if any he would much rather the banter. Head turned to set eyes upon Jade when she opened those lips to speak of cookies. “If you get the cookies I will be there.” Meaning if she wanted to stay in the room that was fine or if she wanted to eat cookies else where he was game.

[Gawain]

The door of room 307 opened, revealing Gawain, clad in tight black jeans and a white wife-beater. Those who knew his wife would, no doubt, find the name of the shirt a tad ironic. He had been away for some time now, and upon returning to check on a few things, found himself rather hungry. The smell that wafted through the halls got his belly rumbling, so he followed his nose to the cafeteria.

Imagine his surprise when he stepped inside. Along with the teeming mass of humanity, a few familiar faces stood out, one of which he had not seen in quite a few years. A hand would be raised in a friendly manner to Malice...he would have to speak to her later and inquire as to how she had been. For now, though, he was hungry, and better to devour a plate or bowl of something than someone.

After finding a suitable table, he would seat himself and lean against the chair, idly picking at a fingernail. He knew from the scent that both of his daughters were there, and they would eventually seek him out. Contrary to the stories, he could, indeed, be a patient being.

[Om Kennedy Yajna]

"-I'd- like to not hide my drinking." He grinned between mouthfuls. He gave a push to his glass of OJ to point out it was OJ. His way of hinting to Ryanna that maybe she could be nice and get him another beer. Even if Madeline was an adult on a regular day the Kennedy in him couldn't order alcohol from her.

He saw De'ryanna sneaking on his biscuit. The one that wasn't half-eaten. He didn't stop her. Why would he? She cooked everything up so she sure as hell had a right to it. Her comment on engaging with the male sex made him choke on the half of the biscuit he was eating. She'd made him laugh at a bad time. A few coughs and a swallow and a swig of OJ later.

"Damn, Sister. You never told me you were -wanton-. I'll mail order the mud pit." How was that for engaging with the male sex? He couldn't help braid pulling. "Unless you want to do the do-it-yourself route and haul some more dirt back up the hill from Mary's?" That was the woman's name at that weird place at the bottom of the hill right? "Can clear out some space in the garden. Give everyone the chance to mud wrestle." Sharing was the right thing to do, right?

Like any good politician he knew how to make award winning breakfast conversation. "Make sure -you- eat." Said to Ryanna as she headed back to the kitchen. He knew she was a woman who liked her food. Out of everyone here she was the one who deserved to eat it the most.

Had he figured out what Ryanna meant with her announcement about some people not eating like the rest? If he had he wasn't going to say anything about it just like he wasn't going to blow the whistle on Madeline like she asked. He knew what it was like to get the whistle blown on a secret and what kind of treatment could come after. He knew about that too well.

Instead he kept to his chilli and grabbed a third biscuit. Taking some time while he chewed to look around at everyone around here. There were a lot of people he'd never seen before. And some that he had.

[J.J. Kinkaid]

She had been waiting, waiting for some sort of reply from her sister, which obviously would be cut short. Why would such a thing be cut short? Because they were no longer alone at the table they had perched themselves down at. Now their was a male in their midst and that always changed things. Always. Not because they really cared about them in more then the most basic ways, save for a precious few, but simply males were different. Not always a good thing. Though this girl was not into the female on female thing, might of saved her a time or two if she was. Damn you Jesse James.

Brow arched at the audacity of the man. ‘Or was it before I took it.’ If it had been taken, she would have had no problem standing, and dumping the man on his arse. As it had not been previously taken that move was not taken. Some said the girl had a temper. She had flair, spicy flair. ‘Who’s this with you, she’s cute.’ Was he implying that the girl could not speak for herself? She hated to be talked about, especially right in front of her face, as if she were a porcelain doll that people were afraid would break. Perhaps without a brain in that lovely little head of hers.

Malice’s sister was wanting to throttle the man. Kendrick. But she knew he would only get pleasure in that. Silver gaze was torn from Kendrick’s back where if she had her way would have had a hole burnt in. To look to her sister. “True.” A thoughtful little look, because it was then that she finally gave the man that had sat down with them, a slow perusal. When Connor’s hand shot out, with his manners, it took a moment, but her left hand would lift, and slip itself into his. Fingers curling softly against his hand. A rise he wanted, and a rise he got, for even though her left hand was in his, her right was unaccounted for. That was until she moved with rather fast speed for a human, fist was doubled and unless he moved quickly for he was looking to her sister, that fist would take aim at his jaw. She did not hit like a girl, and if the man was smart at all, if the hit had connected as he might of moved, he would not make such a comment. “My left eye does not twitch.” The voice was low. Slowly unless he had grasped onto her left hand, it would be removed from his, if he had grasped then it would stay in his possession.

Then her sister was up, and she was left alone with the man, and Kendrick was still chatting up that blonde. It was suddenly as if she had an idea, if the man did not flinch when her hand came closer to him, fingers would curl around his upper bicep. Her head tilted just so, at the angle to make her look sweet, and with a pretty pout upon her lips. Her silver gaze would land upon his own eyes, with a hint of shyness. “So you think I am cute?” The tone was playful. The words and her actions were as if the previous actions had not happened.

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