*snif snif*

[hazlogs]

It is currently 22:41 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 9 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 48 degrees
      Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the 
      southwest at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.46 and steady, 
      and the relative humidity is 73 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees 
      Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (76% full).

Fifteenth Avenue, Uptown
From south to north, the buildings shift from small, two- or three-story
      offices with delicatessens, ice cream shops selling homemade ice cream, 
      and similar types of small specialty shops on the first floor to, first, 
      a few old-fashioned inns, and then a small park on the western side of 
      15th, south of Market Street. Less than fifty yards to a side, there is a 
      curving path in it, and a few park benches, and a small grassy place 
      used, to guess by the poles, for volleyball or badminton. North of that, 
      between Market and Osprey, are old houses, mansions almost, with metal 
      gates and walls to set them back from the street. Along the street 
      itself, tall trees tower, cutting off much of the light that should reach 
      the ground, excepting a small strip in the center of the roadway itself 
      from which the sky can be seen. Farther north, where 15th joins Osprey 
      itself, there are a few condominium buildings, with carefully sculpted 
      bushes around them.

Click. Alicia drops the hammer back after slipping the safety home and then
      drops the gun back into her holster. She stands over him, staring at him. 
      "Good boy. So, from the beginning. What is going on? You are drunk off 
      your ass, you are attacking fellow Garou, you are tip toeing on veil 
      breaking, and you are out of control. So, I'm going to give you a full 
      minute to take a few deep breaths, and just get your head together. If I 
      see you even so much as twitch wrong, I'm going to get mad." Her voice is 
      gentle now, finally losing a bit of the edge.

Long distance to Alicia: Cornpop confirms, just to be utterly certain -- you're
      in an alley, right? Any description of the alley been given?
Alicia pages: Totally in an alley. Its dark, they are deep into it, and its
      blocked off by the way Josh has described it. Alicia is speaking softly 
      to Josh, Natalie is guarding the entrance with Anthony.

Natalie lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and begins
      backing - slowly - toward the street.

You paged Alicia with 'Fortunately, most alleys have drains.  And I
      bet y'all have been noisy, too.'.
Alicia pages: He sure has, Ali hasn't. :) *winks*

"I'll drink if I damn well want to. 'n 'm not drunk!" He snarls back, growing
      defensive. That last point could probably be debated. "I didn't attack 
      Dak, and I was in the farmhouse... and well aware it ain't allowed there, 
      but Emma was getting really Physical, it was full moon, so I slipped. You 
      would've too." He doesn't even bother addressing the other points, by 
      design or otherwise.
As focussed as they are on watching the street or dealing with the upset
      Ahroun, no one notices another set of eyes on the scene. A near-bald, 
      undersized rat squeezes out of a small space and scuttles silently to 
      hide within the trash and darkness.
"No, I wouldn't have slipped, because I would not have drunk myself stupid."
      Alicia says as calmly as she can. "You did attack Dakota, and I saw the 
      wounds on her. She wouldn't lie to me, so we'll just assume the worst. 
      You slipped twice." She cracks her neck to one side, hissing out a 
      breath. "So what is going on? Stop making up accuses and talk."
"Dakota grabbed you because you were falling down drunk," Nat cuts in, pausing
      at the end of the alley to make a quick check for witnesses. "You came 
      stumbling down the stairs and she wanted to make sure you weren't going 
      to break your neck as well as keep you from running."
Anthony takes a few steps further into the alley towards the interrogation,
      mostly out of curiosity, judging by the expresson on his face.
"Full moon." Josh answers with a serious edge to his voice. "'s the fucking
      moon. 'swas big 'n shit, in case you didn' notice. 'n 'll drink if I 
      bloody well want to."
"I don't recall you being of the legal drinking age, Joshua." Alicia says with
      a smirk. "And if you were smart, you'd realize that drinking on the full 
      moon is stupid. So.. why /did/ you get smashed up for? I want some real 
      answers here Josh."
"Looks clear, Alicia," Natalie reports, giving the street a last look-see. "If
      you need another set of hands, give me a ring. I'm gonna go back up his 
      trail, make sure he didn't drop anything, then have some nice relaxing 
      coffee. You gonna be all right with him?"
"I'm cool Natalie. Keep the gate open." Alicia says, snagging him by the
      collar, tugging him up to his feet, staring at him. "We're going inside 
      as well."
Joshua starts to answer the question, when he's yanked up by Alicia. "Please...
      'm serious. Stop it. Just... stop it." The Ahroun definitely is pleading 
      with the Gaian, trying to pull back out of her grasp.
"Straight down to the basement," the Walker agrees, giving the Gaian a hard
      stare. "And he - and you - are out of there by dawn. You do any clean 
      up." With that parting shot she heads back down the street. Hands in 
      pockets, deceptively casual. Yup. Just a little walk before bedtime, 
      honest.
Natalie opens the gate to Dominion, disappearing up the driveway.
Natalie has left.
There is a snort under Alicia's breath at Natalie's final words, eyes rolling
      slightly, before she turns her stare into Josh, then starts dragging him 
      to the alleyway. "Don't even think about putting up a fight. We are going 
      to go in, out of the public eye and have ourselves a lil talk. I'm not in 
      the mood to have the cops come down here and start fucking with our shit."
Especially in this part of town, where the cops _do_ answer phonecalls in a
      timely fashion.
"If you need some help -- though, uh, I think you'll be able to handle it,
      don't get me wrong -- but, uh, if you do, I'll be upstairs," Anthony says 
      quietly, falling in step beside Alicia.
The rat snif-snifs, then grooms her whiskers as the noisy drunk boy is dragged
      off.
"Then let the hell go of me before I do try some shit." Josh growls back, as he
      is pulled out of the Alley. "I'm serious. Stop shovi'n me around. Please."
Letting go of him, Alicia gives him a slight shove forward, growling. "Through
      the gate and into the front doors, bro." She says softly under her 
      breath, right up against his ear.
"I said... back the hell off." He growls back softly. But otherwise, he
      complies, making his way through the gate, headed for the front door. 
      "Goddamn. I ain't no walker. I shouln' have to put up with this shit." He 
      mutters to himself.
"I don't care if you are mother fucking Thersea, don't tell me what to do."
      Alicia says, glaring at him from behind. "I'm trying to resolve this shit 
      peacefully, since no one else fucking will."
Cornpop waits until the Garou are out of the alley before scuttling along the
      wall to its mouth. She peers out, watching, whiskers twitching, blinking 
      rapidly. Briefly, she bares long yellow incisors, then vanishes back into 
      the darkness.
"Maybe I don' need yer shit. Maybe 'm just fucking fine without ya, thankya
      kindly." He snarls back, sweat still pouring down his brow.
Alicia opens the gate to Dominion, disappearing up the driveway.
Alicia has left.
Joshua opens the gate to Dominion, disappearing up the driveway.
Joshua has left.