Drinks at the Nest! (Crows/BYOB)

[Lucien DeChain]

(OOC: JOIN IN GUYS IT'S A PARTY. Luca's in a bad mood but he can get right silly in a short time. Oh, Gemmy first.)

Lucien was in a strange mood. With the events that had been happening, almost keeping a constant over the past few weeks, had left him perpetually drained, with no time to recover.

This, besides the face that he hadn't seen or heard from his boyfriend in weeks. It's almost like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

And then, the weird dreams he had been having...

Anyways, he had made his way, slightly troubled in mind and body, to the Crow's Nest, to talk to Delilah. She seemed the only person available to talk about these sorts of things, and from last time, he felt like he could really relax around her.

He knew Delilah's reputation as a drinker, and thought it would be a nice thing to do, if he were to, oh, I don't know, randomly find a bottle of medium shelf whiskey in an abandoned area of Anaheim and gift it to her? He had never tried whiskey himself, having only drunk alcohol twice in his life. But, if there was any time to make that a nice round three, it would be tonight.

As to not arouse suspicion (or attract jealous stares), he manipulated his Qi to make the bottle, and only the bottle, invisible. This would be a nice way to carry a knife, he mused.

Making his way through the long and winding halls of the Nest, he made his way to the garage, which was also Delilah's office. The door being open, he let himself in.

"First Black? ... Delilah?"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah slid herself partway out from underneath of the van she was working on, grease smeared across her nose and her pale, scarred arms. She looked up her position face up on the skateboard at Lucien from across the room. She smiled as encouragingly as she could around a mouthful of screws and pulled herself under the car using the bumper, back to work.

"Lucien. Good to see you. What's up?"

[Lucien DeChain]

He smiled back at the greaseridden Delilah, even though he really wanted to scrub her arms and face down with a piece of steel wool. The screws in the mouth was the kicker.

"Not too much... Haven't seen you in a while, thought we could talk about some things... If you weren't busy, that is..." He replied, growing more sheepish as he spoke.

It was around this time that the bottle in his hand became visible, and he would hold it up for Delilah to see. A smile stood on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. Like something was blocking it.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Not too much... Haven't seen you in a while, thought we could talk about some things... If you weren't busy, that is..."

As Lucien started speaking, Delilah slid herself back out from under the van with a raised eyebrow, watching him as he became steadily less and less confident. She tried to be professional and listen with a pure and open heart to whatever was ailing the slender man...

...but when he held up the bottle of whiskey, the mechanic couldn't contain the bright, mischievous grin, or the throaty chuckle that emanated from her throat. She pushed herself out the rest of the way and got to her feet, wiping her face with the rag in her pocket as best she could (not very effective.)

She strode towards him and slipped the wrench and rag back into her pocket, still grinning. "I'm never too busy for good spirits and fine company. After you~."

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien nodded and exited the garage, with Delilah close in tow. He was getting a bit excited, even as the bottle sloshed around in his hand he felt like a teenager walking to his first drinking party.

As they made their way over to the deserted mess hall, they found a cluster of tables in the far corner that looked particularly inviting. Sitting down, he offered the very corner seat to Delilah, with her back against two concrete walls she would see the entire room.

"Oh.. We don't have any glassware..." He stated, slightly disappointed.

[Marcus Prasad]

Suddenly the Sliding window seperating the Kitchen from the hall would fling up with a clatter

"Well aint that a damn coincidence."
Spoke a cheery voice inside as Marcus popped the lights on, revealing himself as he hopped over the counter and sat on the Windowsill with a pair of glass tumblers clutched casually in each hand and an impish smirk on his lips.
"Cause here I was thinking to myself, 'Hey Self? Wouldn't it be grand if I had some booze to go along with these glasses you skillfully acquired from parts unknown?'."

Hopping his butt off the sill, the man would saunter over towards two individuals who's relationship could easily be classed under 'Adoptive Family'. His smirk turning into a full out toothy smile as he regarded Delilah.
"Greetings First Black! Rocking the Grease monkey look like noones business as usual, huh?"

To Lucien he would give an exaggerated frown before putting the glasses onto the nearby table and resting his fists onto his hips.
"As for you young man, Poor planning excuses NOT your actions! I expected better from the Ghostwolf. SO! Punishment is three weeks extra duties!"
He would let that hang for a moment or two before allowing his mouth to split into a wide wolflike grin before giving the young man a pat on the back.
"Buuuuuuut in the sake of celebration for reasons needing no introductions I think I shall be merciful and forgive you your oversight. THIS time."

[Kyrie Blaze]

A curious set of blue eyes followed Delilah and Lucien as they made their way into the mess hall. With a quick scan it was easy to see nothing in particular was up, aside from that they were going to have a couple drinks, judging by the bottle of liquor in the man's grasp. Quietly tailing them from a distance and stopping at the open doorway to the hall, the blonde deliberated as she watched. She could have offered to form glasses from her own qi, and wouldn't tire of it. But she did not yet step forward.

Which was probably a good thing because Marcus probably would have scared her. She was better than she had been, but still a little flighty here and there and depending on what was going on around her. Her deliberation, now, as before, stemmed from whether or not she would be stepping on toes and interrupting something. To which, with standing and quietly listening, certainly did not seem to be the case.

Actually wanting to socialize after a week or so of attempting to avoid contact with pretty much everyone was as interesting as it was disconcerting. But, gathering herself, the petite blonde slipped forwards akin to a ghost, making her way purposefully across the hall.

She slowed as she neared, bringing her hands to grasp and lace her fingers with the other, posing a soft query along with a nod to each of them, collectively: "Delilah, Lucien, Marcus. May I join you..?"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah followed Lucien gladly into the mess hall. It had been a while since she had last had a nip or two...the last bottle of bourbon she had come across had been spent with David in a night of carefree destruction and chaos she barely remembered. Ah well. That was bourbon for you.

Whiskey was a whole other kettle of fish.

As they walked into the dark mess hall, Delilah instinctively went to find the light switch...only to see a man come out of the entrance to the kitchen, thanks in no small part to the tacky earring hanging from her lobe.

"Well aint that a damn coincidence."

Delilah couldn't help but grin as the light snapped on and Marcus was found seated on a nearby window sill with glasses in hand. She chuckled, following Lucien over to the table he had selected.

"Cause here I was thinking to myself, 'Hey Self? Wouldn't it be grand if I had some booze to go along with these glasses you skillfully acquired from parts unknown?'."

"Grand indeed!" she chimed up at him as they met at the table. As to the grease-monkey comment, "Well, if there was any woman who could stain themselves with oil as well as I can, that would be one too many crazy mechanic chicks in the world. It's a niche." she shrugged and grinned wryly, moving to settle into the seat Lucien had motioned for her to take (THE BEST AND MOST OBSERVANT SEAT, what a good lad for noticing!) when a chill crept over her skin.

The mechanic looked up and towards the door just in time to see the slight blonde woman with big blue eyes walking purposefully towards them.

"Delilah, Lucien, Marcus. May I join you..?"

Delilah grinned broadly-- it was good to see Kiyr up and about.

"Good to see you Kiyr! Please join us," she nodded, taking her seat and settling back against the cool cement wall with a contented sigh.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien was outright startled by the sound of Marcus' voice coming from the kitchen. As they all joined at the table, Marcus started scolding him. He frowned. It was at that moment that Lucien pondered exactly how heavy the alcohol bottle was, and how fast it could be downed.

But then, it turned back to a cheerful state once again, as his back was unceremoniously slapped, sending his body jerking forward slightly from the force. At least he didn't hit his head on the table.

Suddenly, Lucien felt that strange feeling, that he had felt a few times before... And before he could identify it as "being watched", Kiyr's slight form entered the mess hall. He smiled, the group was growing. Internally he frowned at the same comment. This meant he could have a fun night of laughter and drink, but at the same time he probably wouldn't be able to get all those things off his chest with this kind of group. But, he couldn't just turn them away...

"By all means, please!" He smiled warmly at Kiyr, extending his hand to offer a seat across from him.

Then he had a thought.

"Um... Is there anyone else hiding in the shadows, or can we begin?"

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus nodded Sagely to Delilahs comment of owning the Female Wrench jockey look before a sudden noise drew his attention to the door. Having not been privy to the sequence of events that had lead to the young Dragon seeking shelter in the Crows nest, Marcus found himself quite surprised, but pleasantly so.
Still, her mannerisms gave him pause. This was a different Kyr and it took Marcus a moment or two to come to the reason as to why he felt that way. Gone was the furnace of self confidence that allowed a slip of a girl to stare down the big bad wolf. Her body language was almost meek, withdrawn. Her voice uncertain, her movements furtive.

Something had happened.
The man felt a sudden urge to put an arm around the poor girl, a protective gesture he was sure probably wouldn't be appreciated at the moment despite his big brother point of view towards his sister in Shadow Qi's.

Favoring her with a warm smile and a nod of acknowledgement, The man would shuffle to the side and lean his weight against the corner of the table they were congregated around.

"Well if Anyone else plans on joining, they can get thier own glass for I am now sufficiently comfortable and have no plans on changing this."
The man declared with a yawn as he squirmed in place like a dog setting down on the spot.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's blue eyes observed the reactions to her presence. Joy, for Delilah, and that was completely understandable. Lucien was visibly happy, but seemed to have a bit of weight to him, like something was on his mind. She couldn't say what tipped her off to it, aside from having developed a keen perception of people over the years; he certainly gave no visible sign. To them she had a soft smile. Marcus, when she turned to look at him, she could see the gears turning. That little glint to his normally wolfish and mischievous eyes that bespoke of compassion and concern, and a touch of confusion that meant he had no clue what happened.

She gave him a smile, another nod, and slipped with a small breath to sit upon the seat next to Lucien, but still giving him space. Briefly, her blue eyes connected with Delilah's, and Kyrie closed her eyes after sharing a look.

She placed her trust in Delilah, in her strategic position, that she wouldn't let anything happen or creep up on her in her own vulnerable spot. Her gaze and expression settled to one of quiescence, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes for the goings-on. The sense of warmth and camaraderie.

To Lucien's question she added her own input after Marcus finished making himself comfortable and speaking.

"I did not feel anyone with me, or even nearby, but it is still possible there are others that will turn up." Tendrils of her qi curled over the floor beneath the table before slowly spreading out, flattening to an extended shadow across the floor, connected to her by eking up over her peculiar shoes so she could actively sense with her connection to her qi, anyone that may approach. Of course, she would probably retract it later, if she relaxed enough.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille had been training in Dragon Territory, again.................................

And of course, as she sometimes did, because whims were something you were supposed to listen to and to do anything other than obeying said whim was a crime against the universe (at least in her logic), she obeyed the whim to travel back home on the scenic route. Through Crow Territory. She hadn't harassed Unfettered or Delilah in some time and frankly, being a married woman was fucking boring. Just as her gut had told her it would be- god bless the universe giving her a gut, she should send it flowers sometime----the universe she meant.

Her hands were bloody and she wore loose jeans, tennis shoes and black work out top that exposed her scared mid-drift, including the 8 inch scar from having given birth to twins. On second thought- the Universe was just repaying the dept it owed her...twins, fuck the universe.....seriously. She also wore a rather giant purple plaid shirt and her hair was a mess. but hey- she was the voice of the earth dragon and his wife - BUT NOT HE, HIMSELF....appearances me damned, Unfettered could take her hot sweaty wanton body just as is- she'd accept it. That was until she saw the garden gnome in her wanderings to find Delilah...oh and look Delilah was there. Perhaps the Universe WOULD be sent flowers this evening. Bastille wasn't sure what was going on as she just walked up quietly and stood there, holding her training bag and looking like she'd just run from zombies- watching silently and with a positively bored expression. Her sunglasses blocked her eyes from view- but from behind them she was staring with very intent curiosity on the happenings of this small group.

OH LOOK- AND MARCUS! Fuck the Universe would be sent a garden tonight!!! Now where was Unfettered?! Her sexy Juliet....no where in site, but there was this other guy she'd never recalled seeing. Huh..............


Fucks given? None. Time to stare creepily from where she stood- saying nothing, at least until someone noticed her.....

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien smiled and laughed lightly at the banter back and forth, slowly reaching his hand out to pass the cups out to those seated, taking his own last and reaching for the bottle. Uncapping it, he wondered how much of it would go around...

"So... How much of this should I pour at a time...? I've never drank.." He paused while he read the label. "Glengouligh Single-Malt Scotch Whiskey.. Before. So, uh, how does this work?" He asked, as he contemplated just pouring everyone a full glass and seeing how that would go.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"As much as you want Brother!!!"

Rai called out somewhere from the hallway Marcus was in. He came into the room holding 3 bottles. A bottle of Old Monk Rum, one bottle of Grey Goose Vodka, and one bottle of Butterscotch. He looked at the party going on.

"Well when I took these from my Uncle's secret stash I was planning on sharing with Marcus but hey, if my little buddy needs s'more booze for the party then by all means I'll share!"

Rai put the bottles on the table walking over to Lucien nudging his shoulder.

"You can repay me by sending me an invite next time you throw a big party."

Then Rai would turn around and greet everyone.

"Marcus, Delilah good to see you both again and I hope this visit doesn't end up the same way my last visit to each of you ended."

Rai chuckled to himself. Then looked to Kiyr.

"Hello, I haven't seen you in awhile Crytuf Cecdan, we should catch up some time."

Rai said with a smile, then he noticed Bastille, though it took him a quick minute, then he straightened up immediately.

"I, ummm, hello Mrs. Amtrum. It is a pleasure to see you again."

Rai bowed respectfully, thinking about the last time he saw Bastille made his back sting. He could still feel the scars of Mathew and Bastille's combined punishment.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just grimaced and pointed at him.

"Drinking I see! For shame" She said loudly, before putting her hand on her hip and grinning like a child at Christmas.

"Nah, but if you call me Bloody Mrs. Amtrum again, I'll skin you you git- but not for drinkin'. Calling me an old lady, sure- but this is fun so no..." She walked over and patted Rai on the shoulder before going to slap Marcus on the back with a grin.

"Sir Marcus- a pleasure as always." Bastille sat down, humming as he bored expression set back on her features. For now she didn't acknowledge Kiyr but something was up with the way she moved...but Bastille didn't feel it was her place to ask, especially here if at all. As for Delilah, she pulled down her sunglasses to wink one red hue at the girl before pushing them back up and looking at Lucien- or the only person in the room thus far she had yet to meet. She looked at him with a curious gaze- still hidden by her unnecessary sunglasses. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting, but it is always a pleasure to meet the keeper of the booze. Bastille, that's my name. You can forget my last name- doesn't usually do me any good in crow territory anyway" She said, settling herself down.