Closing Time

[Terri Nutkins]

It was only an hour to go until the doors closed for the night, and Terri was stiffling a yawn. Not due to being busy; quite the contrary. New Year was always a tough time for any business and this time hadn't been an exception. Christmas and the build up had been great, this was just the consequence of such prosperity. Money was always tight.

Still, the reason she was tired was due to her social ties. Terri had been running ragged over Christmas and needed a little break was all. However, she had several people to meet and thought it best if she got them all out of the way at once. Then, a break. If all goes okay.

Standing by the counter, Terri wore her a stunning dress, one that could be remembered from the Winter's party at the Blue Note. At the moment, the raiment was not glowing. It was just really comfortable. As she waited, Terri jotted down notes. Anyone with a keen eye would notice it was a series of names for a potential Motley.

OOC

Hope you guys don't mind all joining together in one scene. Thought it would be interesting fun

[Nathan Griffin]

He hoped this was the place. He also hoped, incidentally, that no one would stop him for wandering around what seemed like a mall with his best murderous hobo outfit. At this time. With no money. Yeah, he really didn't want to run into the cops right now. So he made his way in as quickly as possible, looking for the girl from the coffee shop.

She looked fancier than he expected. Did she work here? Brilliant, Sherlock.

"Hey," was all he said.

So eloquent. Seriously, pal, you're killing it today. He had noticed they weren't alone. Coming in he had caught another 'ling from the corner of his eye. She looked familiar...

"Oh, it's you," he noted with a neutral tone and blank expression, but there was a spark of what may have been amusement in his eyes. He put his hands in his jacket — more specifically, in the tears that used to be pockets — and turned back to Terri. "Didn't figure we'd have company."

Really sorry. I have been meaning to post for several days now.

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri stood up straight, smiling as ever when Mal jogged to her stall and stopped to catch her breath. For some reason, it made the the Legate chuckle.

"You alright, Mal?" she asked, moving around the counter. "Do you fancy a cola?" If there was one thing Terri had in abundance, it was a fridge well stocked. Any good squirrel would.

The sight of the second figure, Nathan, made Terri turn her head towards him, hair falling slightly over her shoulder. True to his word, he had followed through and that gave Terri some hope he wasn't just another stray; wandering through and not taking roots.

"Nathan! You found the place ok?" she enquired with the usual friendly demeanour before looking between both Beasts. "You've met before?"

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri snickered. The idea of Mal with bunny ears and a basket of chocolate just tickled her. Still smiling, Terri decided to get straight down to business and crouched down beneath the counter, using a key to unlock the cabinet; the place she kept all her 'precious' items.

"Mal, I can only apologise for not getting this to you sooner," Terri said with absolute sincerity as she stood, placing a large, decorative box on the counter that was tied with bronze-coloured ribbon. "Christmas and New Year was just...manic. Anyway. No charge. "

[Nathan Griffin]

"Yeah, no problem," he smiled to Terri. "Can't be missed."

A little short on breath for a predator, aren't you? The other Hunterheart was panting like she had just ran the New York marathon. And oh, did she look pissed. But she would have to look it from below, much to her chagrin. He straightened, towering over her with his full height, and made his best of showing each and every sharp tooth in his mouth. Strangely enough, his expression was more playful than genuinely threatening.

"Oh, you mean you are not one of those?" He made an almost pouty face. "I'm disappointed." He turned to their host. "We've been introduced. One of the first people I met in town, actually. Almost my first fight too." He looked back to... Malory. "Sorry to say someone else ate that particular cherry."

And wouldn't you know, she was getting a present. He wouldn't have guessed she had friends. She had that personality, the kind that was hard to stand and much less appreciate. Unless you had to meet his cousin every other holiday. Then it became kind of a survival technique. Literally, it would seem.

[Dark Passenger]

Yes I'm actually still active! I hope to keep up now, but otherwise just see Lucy as the rude uncivilized girl she's supposed to be :P

Maybe a bit later than planned, Lucy arrives. Well you know the type of girl, always saving important things for the very last minute. And because she hates the hypocrite girly-girls who pretend it's alright to be late, for them, it's obvious that Lucy tried to hurry. There's a healthy blush on her cheeks because she tried to walk as hard as possible on her heels.

Hey - when you're going to a place with 'Fashion' in its name you gotta look nice, right? The Elemental is glad that her fiery hair always looks the way it looks for other Changelings, because, to a human eye the disaster of rushing things would be obvious. Her hair is a mess. Earlier today, her appearance was perfect. And she's been eating rice all week to be able to pay for it, so it better be worth it.

Ah well, fuck it. I'd say "I'm only human" but... meh.

Upon arrival Lucy sees some other half familiar faces at the counter. 'Hello everyone! Lucy here.' She gives Nathan a smile and then nods to greet the other woman.

'Thanks for inviting me Terri, you look great!'

[Nathan Griffin]

He took the other Hunterheart's bristling calmly, without his (friendly?) smile giving the slightest hint of fading. It was an impressive set, he would grant her that, but he found his blatantly honest anger refreshing, nonetheless. It felt so good to know where you stood, and he wasn't one to back away from a challenge.

"Would that you were," he said simply. "Another time, perhaps."

Without further ado he turned, giving her his back, to welcome the newcomer.

"Hey," he greeted her, hand up in the air, "looking great."

Being fashionable was the domain of redheads and the two Hunterhearts were sternly exiled from it, it would seem.