You're Trying My Patience.

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

Linnea groaned and stretched as she wandered into the bar, her low cargo pants hanging off of her hips, the little amount of money she possessed singing a lonely song from inside. Her tank top clung to her chest, and made her exposed hip bones prominent. As she stretched, the fabric rose, showing a fraction of her flat, pale stomach. Her mouth closed and her eyes opened to reveal light blue, glowing orbs. She staggered forward on her jello-legs and swung her hands out in front of her to swing open the bar door. She found a seat near the window in the back and she gazed outside, hungrily licking her chapped lips. Pulling the change out of her pocket, she counted it silently in her head.

"Three...four...five." , she mumbled to herself and placed it on the table.

She searched for more and frowned when she couldn't find any. She rarely ever had money, and when she did it was hardly enough. A waitress practically skipped over, nearly glowing with anticipated joy, making Linnea want to throw her to the ground and severely hurt her. How could people be so happy today with her at her worst?

"What can I get you, ma'am?" , her high-pitched voice chirped.

Linnea swallowed back the bitter response of 'a new waitress' and glanced towards the menu in front of her, searching carefully for something in her price limit. She ordered the least expensive, appetizing thing on the menu. The pound of fries. She didn't care all that much on her weight, plus thanks to her metabolism, she really did have to. The waitress grinned an annoying, full-sunshine smile and practically danced to the counter to place her order in.

"Idiot...", she growled irritably.

[Kiala]

Emy rode through the steet's of New York, trying to pick out a particular scent. One among many. Luckily she knew Linnea's normal haunts. Unfortunalty the one she found her at was the one run by lousy licks. Violet got off her dirtbike and walked into the Bar, the lousy bell makeing a ding noise. She walked past everyone else in the room, ignoring looks. She was dressed hap hazzardly in a pair of blue jeans and a green top. Her hair spilled down her back in a coppery cascade.

She aproaches Linnea's table and sits down across from her friend, and pack mate--"why of al places do I always seem to find you in this place. Its infested with 'licks'-- Emerald is carefull to keep her voice low. When the waitress comes over she says--"what ever she's haveing...and a couple cheese burgers, and a couple root beers"

Emy knew Linnea rarely had alot of money, but any objection would be overridden as they always were. Lin was her friend, and she helped her friends. Not to mention pack mates watched out for one another, and now with the fact that Emy was alpha..she had to see to it her pack was taken care of.

"Lin...talk to me Sister"

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

Linnea heard the door open and glanced up to meet the eyes of none other than Emy. A rare smile crossed her features and danced across her lips as she approached. It widened as she spoke. She shrugged, her smile dancing smugly on her lips. She raised her hands over her head and stretched again, hearing a satisfied crack of her back as she did so, groaning in pleasure. She cleared her throat.

"Dunno. Maybe I have an easier time ignoring the stench than you do, Em.", her smile transformed into a smirk.

Her smile faltered as the all too chirpy waitress skipped over again. Her facial features softened at Emy and what she ordered. She made to disagree, or make an excuse, tell her she didn't have to, then remembered that this was Emy and there was no way that it would stop her. She was a good person, a genuinely good person and always tried her best to take care of others.

"You know you didn't have to do that..." , she offered in attempt, knowing it wouldn't make any difference anyway, but she had to let her know.

She parted her lips and exhaled a sigh. How could she tell her no? She bit down on the bottom lip and cracked her neck to both sides, before looking towards her friend.

"A-about what?", she croaked in a failed attempt not to let her voice crack.

[Kiala]

Emrald eyed her friend, and returned the smile. It was abvious her friend was in pain. She leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other, eyeing her suroundngs. She could already pic out the scent of a couple licks. Luckily it wasnt that late and most wouldnt be here for a while. But when they did show up, they're young pup's would probably try and pick a fight with the two Garou in the corner. Another thing that bothered her is Licks had killed Moon Dancer, so why would Lin be here unless she was looking for trouble.

When Lin started to object about the food Emy waved it off, and decided to bring out her acent--"an Wa' sort of frien' would I be if'n I didn' buy ye' a burger and bought one fer meself eh?"--being Irish born had it's advantages, and outdrinking most men was only one of them. The waitress brought they're food, and walked off...that annoying skippy pounceing step

"What ever y' wan ta talk abou' Lan...like how annoyen that git is"--points at the waitress with her thumb.

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

Linnea understood most things, so she knew the dangers that came with coming to a place like this when she knew who...or what came here. And what they did. If she was in a better mood and not so sore, she'd already be up and snarling. Maybe her subconscious led her here because of her love for confrontation. She lied before when she said she could ignore their smell, it was a horrible, putrid smell. And it invaded her nostrils even if she did not make it obvious. The smell also made her mood swings go crazy.

There was one in the corner, stretching her pale legs out in front of her and drinking something. She kept darting her glowing eyes in the direction as well and Linnea held back a snarl deep in her throat. Had she not had better control, she would have ripped her to pieces right there.

She smiled widely at Em as her accent slipped out, making the words large and rough.

"Not a very good one, I suppose. But you know... it wouldn't make a difference to me.", she shrugged, then her smile returned faintly,"But thanks Em."

Her snarl came out softly as the annoying woman returned, a big, plastic grin covering her likewise features. She chuckled as she left and Em commented on her. She moved her hand to her hair, and removed the band, shaking her hair out, making the vampire in the corner dart her face in their direction then lower it again in reluctance for a fight. Part of Linnea longed for her to start something, just so she could shed some blood this morning.

"Dunno what to talk about, Em. So much has happened that I...", she stopped to clear her throat and take a sip from the root beer, hungrily glancing at the cheeseburger in front of her,"I'm just...lost. You know?"

[Kiala]

Emy starts on her fries, adding salt and pepper. She listens to Lin and nids--"yeah..I do..I felt the same way after the BSD killed me mum...lost..Felt that way until I met ye mum...feel kinda the same way now"--she takes a sip of her root beer.

She watches as a kindred dressed more apropriatly for the western US walked in and made straight for the stairs. It must have been some higher up because no one tried to stop her. She had blood on her coat. Emy wondered who could have done it. She shrugs. They had learned what group had killed Moon Dancer and had already began takeing the apropriate steps.

She turned back to her friend--"Well eat something you Bloody Skeleton!"--Emy says with a smile

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

Linnea's eyes focused warily on her friend as she listened to the words she spoke. She followed Em's actions, moving the salt shaker over her fries, and giving it two shakes, then stopped on her third in mid air. At the mention of her mother, her throat closed together into a forlorn lump. She cleared her throat, taking another sip, attempting to rid herself of her closing esophagus. She took a small bite out of the one of the french fries, hoping she'd be able to swallow it.

"It's a strange feeling. Part of me doesn't care, but the other part of me is about to fall apart. Part of me wants to ju-", her eyes darted towards the stairs as her nostrils caught the scent of nothing other than a lick, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips in attempt to rope her arising temper back into control,"I...I just..."

She blinked and shook her head, focusing back on Emy, trying to distract herself. She took another sip from her root beer and took a bite of her cheeseburger, hoping that food would somehow shake the feeling off. She smiled slightly at Emy's comment.

"I just want to kill all of them...", she hissed.

[Kiala]

Emy took a big bite of her chese burger, relishing the taste. The only thing that tasted better was a deer the had taken down herself. She watched her friend closely, concious of her every move.--"Well..I would advise against it. We tracked them to they're layer...they will be delt with, brutally and affectively..if you wish to come, I wont stop you...but..If I give you an order...please dont go against me. We need to leave atleast one of them alive"

She eats some of her fries--"would you rather take this stuff to go so your not surounded by so much temptation?"--she takes another long drink--"always go to my place and get hammered"--smirks takeing anothe bite of her burger

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

The hairs on the back of Linnea's neck still stood with anticipation, but her temper slowly was soothing itself back into control. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to Em speak, then opened them again. She had regained control. Now the melancholy lump had formed back in her stomach. She took another sip, then grabbed a french fry, hanging it above her lips and considered Em's words.

"I won't disobey your orders, Emerald. I can contain my anger as long as some of them get what they deserve.", the last bit came out as a growl, then she calmed herself again, wiping her hand on her napkin, then smoothing it over her hair.

She hungrily took another bite out of her burger, then wiped her mouth with the napkin. She took another sip, and a smile spread across her face at Emy's suggestion to go to her house and get hammered.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea to me. I knew that this would be brought up soon after the accent, yeah?", her grin widened.

[Kiala]

'eh now, ar ye sayin that Irish are drunks...probably nor far off"--Emy turns to the waitress, and once again applying her accent call's to her--"Oy'..ye'...blondie, be getten me an me friend some doggie bag's would y'?..there be a good girl, chop chop"-she turns back to Lin giggling. Emerald lays a few dollars on the table, drains her root beer, she is riding a motorcycle after all, no cup holders.

"alright then Lin, lets get out of this Lick infesyed hell hole"--Emy walks past the vamp in the corner, smiling at her. She stuff's the burgers in her backpack and climbs onto her motor-bike--"come on darlen, we aint a walken"--tosses the backpack to Lin--"put that on will ye...will be harder fer y' te hold on if'n I am a wearin it'

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

Linnea shook her head, giggling at her friend. The overly-joyful waitress now had a small frown on her face which, call her a horrible person if you like, made Linnea happier. When Em turned to her giggling, she moved her hand and smacked her shoulder playfully. She loaded up her burger into the container, then drank down the rest of her root beer.

"Best idea yet...", though part of her still wanted to rage havoc, but she reminded herself soothingly that soon enough some of them would get what was coming to them.

As they walked past the vampire in the corner, her legs still outstretched, Linnea shot her a grin, holding back a snarl in her throat.

As Em threw her the backpack, Linnea copied her action and put her hamburger in as well. She swung it over her shoulders, adjusting it on her back so it would stay. She climbed on after Em and grabbed onto her waist.

[Kiala]

Emy smirked at her friend and turned the key in the ignition and as soon as Lin was settled took off down the street heading for her and her place. Nothing special, a little one bedroom apartment, She weaved in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding a couple collisions to wich she merely laughed. Her hair was likely hitting Lin in the face, so at a stop sign she took out a piece of rope and tied it back so it wouldn’t be as bad.

It was a terrible loss the pack had suffered, but they would go on, and Moon Dancer would be reborn. Once the light is green, she hit’s the throttle again, and heads on her way.

[Linnea.Anderson.SSD]

As they sped off, Linnea kept sputtering as Em's hair hit her in the face repeatedly as they rode around. She kept grinning though, because she probably either didn't notice or was going to fix it when they stopped. Then she tied it up with rope, and she chuckled softly to herself. It still was hitting her, but not too much and only when the wind really hit.

She took time in the somewhat silence, well...not really, but without conversation, to dwell on things. She thought about her mother, and her father. And everything she had learned. And the vampires. Which made her eyes glaze in intense anger and a snarl nudged at the back of her throat.

She grabbed ahold of her temper and gained back her control and just thought to herself that one day everything would be fine again.