3/25/04
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 47 degrees
Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric
pressure reading is 29.71 and falling, and the relative humidity is 80
percent. The dewpoint is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (29% full).
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems
to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south
wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to
obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of
out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward,
to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one
corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of
the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at
the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.
"What's wrong with bagpipes and booze?" Trevor stands, making 'bring it'
motions with his hands and chest. "It's better than pot and group hugs!"
He winks.
Joey grins, "Can I get a tin whistle while I'm there?" She smiles at Trevor,
knowing he will catch on to the joke.
Flash comes down the stairs, his hair wet from the shower. He's heard before
seen, thanks to the ticking of bootheels on wooden steps.
Aubrey merely places her face in her hands and shakes her head slowly. From
beneath her hands she mutters something before looking back up to Alicia
again after the belated reply. "Oh... well, perhaps there is a change in
the wind." she says hopefully, ready to just give up on relationships
herself for the rest of her life.
Alicia glances up at Trevor and smirks at him. "I do not smoke pot, thats
Dane's thing, and I happen to enjoy group hugs, thank you." She says with
a wink. "By the way, just be glad Kyle and Owen aren't around these days.
I'm sure they'd say something about sheep fucking if they were talking
about Fianna marriages."
Joey chuckles a little, but is focused on sorting through some things in her
bag. She glances up to spot Flash, tensing for a moment, before trying to
push herself into disinterest.
"Sure you can." Trevor laughs at Joey, before turning to Alicia. "Oh, would
they now? Well, I know they'd likely be expecting to get laid but they've
got mighty low egos if they refer to themselves as sheep." He grins,
enjoying this.
"Morning, furbies," Flash says in a perky, cheerful tone of voice as he heads
past the group and toward the kitchen.
Taslyn comes jumping down the stairs. "Ah, So there is the Trevor I have been
hearing about." Giving the man a grin as she reaches the bottom of the
stairs. "And Owen is around... he was in here last night."
"I saw Owen last night, Alicia. He must be back because Jamethon looked like he
had seen a ghost." Aubrey says with her face growing a bit pale (far from
the recent blushing). "No... I don't believe there is any of that."
Alicia blinks her eyes slightly, sobering up from her good mood. "Owen /is/
back? Oh geez, I'll have to catch up with him then." She lets out a
breath, then glances over to Flash. "Hey, I heard you are picking on
cubs, whats up with that?" She asks.
"Gee, Owen must be a real party pooper." Trevor laughs, before sobering up
himself. "Oh, hey there Taslyn. How are you today?" He smiles.
Joey groans deeply and tries to sink into the couch further, "I didn't say that
Alicia-rhya." She sighs.
Taslyn chuckles a little more and comes in to flop onto the couch. "I just keep
hearing about this raunchy Trevor... Couldn't be the same on that when
/I/ talk about sex, blushes and groans. Couldn't be the same man... Could
it?" Giving the man a ribbing in his side.
Flash doesn't quite make it to the kitchen, or even out of the living room. He
half-turns back around to look at Alicia. "Hmm?" He glances at Joey. "Oh,
her?" He shrugs. "I was bored. Hey, Taslyn, I don't suppose you people
have Cap'n Crunch stocked, do you?"
Taslyn looks up, "Third cabinet on the left..." To Flash.
"Hey Flash, be careful, or I'll get bored." Alicia says with a lingering glare
after him, hissing slightly between her clenched teeth. With a quick
snort, she glances back to Joey, tilting her chin up a bit.
Aubrey gives a glance at her watch, which she seems to be doing a lot lately.
"I have to be back at the house to feed the dogs," she mutters. Then, she
looks across to Trevor. "Taslyn is right," she chuckles softly. She leans
over Trevor to give him a little bit of a message before she leaves.
"Hey, Alicia," Flash replies as he turns away, "bite me."
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's
kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist
height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin
refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on
the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall,
broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the
counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small
pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably
holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling,
lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the
kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three
chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a
large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set
into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves
containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few
decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room
from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the
house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing
behind the house.
In the front rooms, Joey sighs loudly, covering her face and leaning back
against the couch. "Just great..."
In the front rooms, Alicia clicks her teeth together as she turns around to
stare after Flash, then starts to laugh. "Joey, buck up some, huh?
Remember, confidence. Its the key."
In the front rooms, Aubrey slips up from the couch, waving to all before she
vanishes out the front door.
In the front rooms, Taslyn waves to Aubrey. "See you later!" As she looks back
to Trevor. "So what were we talking about? Oh yeah... Sex."
In the front rooms, Whatever Aubrey says makes Trevor stiffen somewhat, back
noticably straightening. He also frowns, so it wasn't good news. "No Tas,
we were talking about...Oh, I forget."
In the front rooms, Joey sighs and gives a nod, "Buck up." Easy for them to say.
In the front rooms, Taslyn cannot help but giggle. "Oh no... You are NOT
getting off that easily. I know you have a naughty little mind now... So
no more blushing when I talk about me and Jess!"
In the front rooms, Alicia glances over to Trevor for a easily noticing his
shift in demeanor, raising up a brow some. She doesn't press though,
instead, stands up and stretches. "Heading to the Caern, call if you need
me guys." She says, then heads for the front door, patting Joey on the
head.
In the front rooms, Joey watches her go, then when she is out, looks to Trevor,
"Well why'd she do that? Bring that up while Flash was here?" she huffs.
Flash rattles around in the kitchen, his singing voice drifting back toward the
front. "Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'. Start a little fire,
an', baby, start cookin'..." The Alice Cooper tune is rough and raunchy.
In the front rooms, Shaking his head some, Trevor dosn't reply to Taslyn
because Joey pipes up. "She probably wanted you to see she was dealing
with it."
In the front rooms, Taslyn gives a bit of a sigh. "All right... Fine. Don't be
yourself around me..." As she gets up and goes into the kitchen, throwing
herself into making something to eat.
In the front rooms, Joey ohs to Trevor, "Well that doesn't do any good for me
but get higher up on someone's shit list for being a tattler."
Flash does a little hip-wiggle as he gets bowl and spoon and cereal and milk,
taking more time about this task than necessary. "I'm a hungry man," he
sings, "but I don't want pizza. I'll blow down yer house, an' then I'm
gonna EAT'cha."
In the front rooms, "Tas, I..." Trevor sighs, and lets her go. Kids, eh. "Nah,
it won't be like that, Joey."
Taslyn shakes her head, "You know... Just because you know you can get to her.
It's no reason to keep doing it." She gives Flash a bit of a shake of her
head.
Flash wrinkles his nose as Taslyn interrupts his one-man rock show and pours
himself some cereal. "Get to who?"
Taslyn looks over and chuckles. "Joey..." She states softly. "And you know what
I am talking about."
In the front rooms, Joey gives a faint nod, "Alright." Not that she sounds very
convinced. She pulls out a pad of paper and a pen from her bag, then
begins doodling away.
"Hey," says Flash. "I've barely /looked/ at the little buttpuppy. Geez." He
pours his milk, then sits down and starts digging in.
In the front rooms, Olga steps in from the porch, closing the front door behind
her.
Taslyn frowns a little. "Just lay off her a little... Okay?"
Flash rolls his eyes. "Hai," he says curtly and stuffs a spoonful of Cap'n
Crunch into his mouth and chews loudly.
Taslyn chuckles. "Thanks..." As she helps herself to some leftovers in the
fridge, dumping them into a bowl and heating.
In the front rooms, Joey sighs again, shaking her head as she draws something
onto her pad of paper.
In the front rooms, There's a slow scuffle of tired, heavy feet at the porch,
and the squeak of rubber against wood with water as a lubricant. The door
swings open to let in a breath of cool wet air, and an Olga, looking much
like, well, a drowned rat. 'Kerchief hangs soggily about her head, and
her shoes squish. She steps out of them, her jacket, and her bag, like a
snake sloughing its skin in one exhausted motion, shambling in towards
the living room door. "Hey, Trev," she greets the man there. "Hi, Joe,"
she adds, managing to conjure up a wan smile.
Flash replies to Taslyn's chuckle with another shrug and keeps eating the
sugary cereal. He busies his attention with reading the stuff on the back
of the box.
In the front rooms, Joey looks up, excited and relieved to see her friend.
"Olga!" She rushes forward, dropping her drawing, and moving up to almost
hugging the woman. "Uh, we should talk?" she bites her lip nervously,
wanting to give Olga the heads up before Flash goes off on her.
In the front rooms, "Olga." Trevor nods, with a small smile. "How are you?"
Taslyn shakes her head and takes up her bowl, walking out of the kitchen and
into the living room. "Hey Olga... How you doing?" As she stops by the
stairs on her way upstairs.
In the front rooms, Olga casts weary eyes towards Trevor, is about to answer
him, but stops when Taslyn comes in. "Hey, Tas," she greets the woman
wearily, and decides to answer both their questions at once: "Completely
fuckin' drained." She flops herself down on an armchair, legs dangling
over one arm, head over the other, looking like she barely even has a
spine, so loosely does she sit. "Can it wait, Joe?" she pleads with the
girl. "And can y' toss me a blanket? 'M all wet and cold."
In the front rooms, Joey gives a nod, looking over to fetch a blanket for the
cold and wet woman. She hands it over and with a heavy sigh, flops back
down to sit on the floor, picking up pen and doodling again.
In the front rooms, Taslyn stops with her path to the upstairs. "Why don't you
let us throw your clothes in the dryer and you can borrow some of mine..."
In the front rooms, "The dryer? It's still working?" Trevor seems amazed.
"'Bout the only thing that hasn't been trashed, I bet."
Flash continues to crunch his 'part of a good breakfast' cereal. Having read
the back of the box and the nutritional side-panel, he's fallen to
staring thoughtfully into space.
In the front rooms, Taslyn laughs, "Jessie fixed it..." As she looks to Trevor.
"She's working on the dryer too."
In the front rooms, Olga looks vaguely up at Taslyn, then returns to an
exaggeratedly exhausted state. "'Cause I don' think they'd fit," she
answers her. "But a towel'd be nice, maybe?" she asks sadly,
pathetically. "Wha's your problem, Joe?" she asks, taking her blanket,
but without turning to the target of her question. "Somethin' we can talk
about here?"
In the front rooms, Taslyn looks at her rather baggy clothes and raises a brow.
"Just let me see what I have..." As she disappears upstairs for a little
while.
In the front rooms, Joey shakes her head, "No, don't worry about it Olga. I'll
just buck up." She concentrates at the small doodles she has in her lap.
"Yer tired."
In the front rooms, Olga calls up a grateful smile with a bit of effort.
"Thanks, Tas," she replies to the Philodox. "Y're too good to me. Any
chance, uh," she says, coughing loudly, roughly, like someone who's just
smoked for the first time. "Any chance somebody can get me a beer?"
In the front rooms, Joey looks around to see if someone else is going to fetch
the beer, pausing in her drawing.
In the front rooms, Taslyn comes back down after a time with a sweatsuit. "I am
pretty sure this will fit, Olga." As she tosses it to Olga, at least get
you warm. She also throws over a towel. "And as for beer... I went to the
store this morning." As she heads right on into the kitchen, returning
with two beers and sitting them in front of Olga. She then plops down
next to Trevor, patting his knee.
In the front rooms, Olga looks up with surprise at the speedy little Fianna.
"Hey, thanks, Tas," she offers her, sincerely. Her eyes alternate between
the beers and the sweatsuit, wondering how to indulge herself first.
"Uh," she says, indecisively, like the proverbial donkey who starved when
set between to equally tempting bales of hay. "I'll see you guys in a
bit," she finally concludes, nodding and moving stiffly upstairs, warm
sweatsuit in hand.
Flash glances up as Taslyn passes through on her beer-fetching errand. He
drinks down the remainder of milk from his bowl, dumps both it and the
spoon in the sink, and then saunters casually back into the front, thumbs
hooked into the beltloops of his jeans. The cereal box is left out on the
table; thankfully, though, he put the milk away already.
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems
to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south
wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to
obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of
out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward,
to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one
corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of
the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at
the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Joey is still drawing, yup yup. Fingers move quickly as she works over the
paper, doing a good job of keeping her head down from the others.
Taslyn looks over to Trevor and smiles a little. "Sorry..."
Startled out of his reviere, Trevor looks around. "Hmm, what?"
Flash peers at Joey for a moment, then heads into the corner where all the
floor pillows are stacked up and sprawls out.
Taslyn pats at the man's knee a bit more. "I just... Hell, you are my dad." She
chuckles a little, "Just felt awkward when people were saying things
about you that I had no clue."
Joey looks up, "Dad? Wait, I thought..." she looks confused now.
"Yeah, I know Tas. But at the same time, I feel awkward with..." Trevor pauses,
looking over to Joey. "Hmmm?"
Olga comes down the stairs at a slow, jerky pace. Across the hallway, and into
the living room, her footsteps thud an uneven rhythym. "Feels better,"
she announces, though she somehow looks very much out of place in
Taslyn's grey flanel sweatsuit. "Stuff's upstairs t' dry, didn' see the
need -" she begins, when she notices the man in the corner. Eyes dart
around to see everyone else's reaction to him, and when she sees nothing,
she only peers closer.
Joey pauses with her drawing, her left hand instinctively covering up what she
had done. "He's your dad? He don't even look that much older than you."
Flash looks a lot less glam and a lot more grunge since Olga saw him last,
though he's still got the red jeans and pointy cowboy boots. From his
sprawl on the floor pillows, he smiles lazily at Olga, then stretches his
legs and crosses them at the ankles.
Olga's gaze doesn't seem to have been disarmed any by Flash's smile. "I know
you," she asserts firmly. "That fence guy." She stares openly at him,
jamming her hands in her pockets, scowling, as if awaiting some sort of
explanation or excuse.
"I /told/ you, Olga, that I had pissy friends," Flash replies with a smirk
that's nigh-insufferable.
"Oh, this is Flash." Trevor says to Olga. "The Stargazer in the Hayloft, as it
were. Most of his names have something to do with shit, for some reason."
Taslyn looks to Joey. "Trevor was more of a father to me than my real father...
I honor him by actually calling him dad." She gives Trevor a bit of a
smile and a hug. "Besides... He's my best friend."
Joey ohs, "That seems nice." She gives a faint nod, but doesn't seem much
interested in it now that it's discovered there is no blood relation.
Flash and his antics get a bit of a glance, but she keeps her mouth shut.
Olga doesn't take her eyes off the man, as Trevor introduces him. "Charming,"
she says surlily. She slips over towards the two beers Taslyn brought
her, left unattended on the floor, but even two beers can't cheer her up.
"Grand Duchess Olga Sergeevna Borodin," she introduces herself
mechanically, without thought or emotion. "Gnawer Theurge 'nd member of
Griphus." She reassumes her lazy, lounging place on the armchair.
Flash reaches under his white t-shirt, fresh as of today, and scratches
absently at his caved-in belly. "Most of my names have to do with shit
because I'm full of it. Once you people get around to properly /grasping/
this, you'll all be so much more relaxed. And speaking of shit, Olga, are
you claiming Joey or aren't you?" He sits up, folding his legs
tailor-style. "I hear one thing, then another, and what's the deal with
this kid, anyway? She keeps trying to run away, like some wildebeest ran
over her father or something."
Joey looks up briefly. "Getting away, is different from running away. Thank you
very much." She drops her eyes back to her paper then, hoping, that Olga
knows the girl better than Flash. After all, she ran out and brought
chinese back no issues right?
Olga starts on beer number one, stretching out her calloused thumb before she
applies it to the bottlecap with a wince and a pop. "Believe me, friend,
I got no problem believing you're full of shit," she kindly assures the
Stargazer. Her fingers drum once against the side of her bottle, eyes
turning briefly to the Fianna before resting on the Cub. "Joe's case is
complex," she says slowly. "Megan says she gets t' choose her Tribe, of
all outlandish things, 'cause she's a Lost Cub, and I guess Alpha's sick
of us Gnawers pickin' up all the lost ones, jus' because we, you know,
find 'em, and bring 'em into the Nation. So I'm only claimin' her so far
in the sense that i's me in charge of taking her around to other Tribes,
'nd in the sense 'at it's me kicking the shit out of anyone steps out of
line with her," she explains, choosing her words carefully, putting a bit
of emphasis on that word `shit`.
Taslyn chuckles a little and a moment of realization comes over her face. "I
forgot my lunch upstairs..." As she hops up from her seat and heads
upstairs. "Catch you all later..." As she vaults up the stairs, leaving
the flash-in-the-pan for the others.
Flash nods slowly, then gets to his feet, hands coming up to lace fingers at
the back of his neck. "Sounds fair," he says, stretching. "And, hey, I
guess she doesn't need to know that Litany stuff anyway. Or what the hell
her auspice means. Oh, except not to fuck another Garou and not to go
'rarr' in public. So, you want to beat the shit out of me now? Because I
tried to teach it to her." Relaxing out of the stretch, he stands with
his hands still laced at the back of his neck, staring at Olga quite
frankly and seriously.
Joey stares down at her pad of paper, looking very uncomfortable now. A very
brief glance is tossed to first Olga, then Trevor, then it falls back
down to her doodle -which is hauntedly silent now.
Olga glances at Flash once, before turning back to her beer, taking a brief
swig of it. "I don' see as trying to teach 'er's a shitless-beating
worthy offence," she says simply. "Unless there's something seriously
fucked about your teaching method. She doesn' know the Litany beyond what
I thought was pressing 'cause she doesn' have a Tribe, yet, same reason
she doesn't really know her Auspice beyond a sketchy outline. 'S
differen' for each, and should she choose to go to another, I don't want
her t' 've been corrupted by all our crazy Gnawer shit." She takes
another sip of her beer as she waits for the man's response, not looking
at any of the other's in the room, just gazing off into space.
Flash nods slowly. "Well, I suppose that's fair, though I'm surprised you told
her that the no-fucking clause was pressing. How's that old Bone Gnawer
saying go?" He cocks his head, thinking. "'Any warm hole in a pinch'?"
The Stargazer Ragabash smiles amiably, showing no hint of sarcasm. None
at all. "It doesn't matter, anyway, I guess. Old-fashioned shit." He
looks over at Joey. "Look, I want to apologize for the other day," he
says sincerely. "I shouldn't have pestered you with stuff you don't need
to know."
"Hey now." Trevor protests from his chair, waking up. "The Litany is not
old-fashioned shit! It does matter, and you do not go around giving cubs
the impression it's 'stuff you don't need to know.'!" Ooops, Flash set
off the old guy.
Joey looks up at this, then to Olga. Her confusion is clear, and she is not
sure if he is being a jerk or not. What didn't she need to know? "Uh, i's
alright." Her face drops then and she looks back to her paper, thankful
she can focus on that.
Olga lets one arm dangle off the end of the armchair, the other wrapped around
her beer. "Y' see, 's my point," she answers Flash. "Differen' Tribes see
things differently. Some 'f the more distasteful elements of my Tribe
don't take to that one, where's a lot of yours don't seem to care for
that whole `combat the Wyrm` business." Trevor's protest gets a very
amused grin, and then her eyes dart over towards the Cub, seeing how she
is.
Flash cocks his head slightly, then gives a slow nod and turns toward Trevor,
raising a hand to the Fianna as if to forestall further protest. "No,
no," he says reasonably. "You heard her. The Litany is relative to each
tribe. Joey's teacher and keeper doesn't think she needs to know it, so
she doesn't need to know it."
Joey is looking like she doesn't like so much negative attention. The pen
continues to scratch back and forth over the paper, and she almost seems
to block it out. There is no standing up for herself, or for Olga here,
just quiet submissive, eyes downward, stillness.
Olga glares at Flash openly, it doesn't take her long to see what he's trying
to do. It's as much a look of disbelief and snide satisfaction, though,
as one of anger. She turns back to her beer, waiting to see if Trevor is
baited.
"Hey, Flash..." Trevor looks over to the Stargazer thoughtfully. "Go suck a
cock. Then you might have a more interesting name. You've got to be
yanking my chain, right?"
Flash raises his eyebrows. "Do I /sound/ like I'm yanking your chain?"
Joey blinks, looking up at Trevor, then bursts into laughter. Her hand quickly
covers her mouth though and she tries her damnedest to stop her giggles.
Olga drinks her beer in silence, ignoring, or at least seeming to ignore, the
two Garou, except for a small smirk at Trevor's vocabulary. Joey does get
a bit of a concerned look, though, though the concern in her face flits
away at the Cub's laughter.
"No, and that's what's worrying me." Trevor half-growls, ignoring Joey. "Are
you seriously telling me you feel the litany has become...outmoded?"
Flash jerks his head to one side, flicking overlong bangs out of his eyes.
"Well, maybe not that one about going 'rar' in public. Humanity's pretty
powerful these days, and everyone and their brother knows that you shoot
werewolves with silver. Going public'd be ugly. But the rest? Honestly?
Yeah, sure."
Joey does sober up quite quickly then, after realizing Trevor seems
legitametely pissed. She eyes Olga, as if the woman could tell her what
to think of all this.
Olga continues to ignore Trevor and Flash, settling herself in more comfortably
into her chair, rocking her body from side to side. She looks quite
content, with her beer, her sweatsuit, her blanket, and her
entertainment. When she catches Joey's look she returns it with a mild,
reassuring `it's nothing to worry about` shrug.
"Oh, really." Trevor eyes Flash with distaste. "Care to explain /why/ to me?"
"I would," says Flash, "but, damn. Late for a meeting. Maybe later?" He's
already leaving, heading through the house toward the back door. Olga and
Joey get a cheerful little wave as he leaves.
Joey watches him leave and returns her gaze to Olga. "That guy gives me the
creeps. He ain't what he pretends to be, he's like, a million faces all
in one." She frowns, "And that's sorta what I wanted to talk to ya about."
Olga's so intent on her beer she barely notices Flash's leaving, but she does
somehow manage a grunt in recognition, and when he's gone, she gives
Trevor a pitying, sympathetic, amused sort of look. "Yeah?" she finally
speaks, turning back to Joey.
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