Sam exits the Empty Orchestra with Faith and Brianne following behind and walks toward his truck. Silently, with due reverence, he removes his quarterstaff from behind the cab seat. He idly taps it along the asphalt as he takes a quick look around the parking lot to see if they'd be afforded enough privacy here for a few quick rounds. "Don't want a bunch 'a cops showing up and messin' with Sam. Y'know, the other Sam," he says with a twiggy thumb toward the Orchestra. "Inside Sam."
Brianne watches Sam remove his weapon with a slight nod of approval. even among the Summer Court there were far too many people who treated weapons as simple tools, not affording them the respect they deserved. She knew better. Using a weapon, using a blade had become ingrained into her very being. So she knew well the care that a proper weapon should be afforded. And she was certainly pleased to find that this aspiring King realized this as well. And as he mentions cops she looks around as well, seeing if this place really was isolated enough for a brief brawl.
Faith follows the others, rolling her eyes at Sam's staff. She doesn't voice her thoughts on the matter, which has got to be a first in quite a while. At the joined looking around for cops, though, she scoffs, "Come on, tree-man, let's do this already." She doesn't bother filtering out the impatience. Who cares if anyone watches? The more the merrier.
Looking around, the Summer's see no sign of any police lurking and can start kicking seven shades of shit out of each other at any point. However, as they do start to come together, a second truck pulls into the car park and parks close to the building. Stepping out, and causing the vehicle's body to pop up a little, is the huge form of Big Swilla, bouncer of Club Ember and courtier of Winter, his beard coated in hoarfrost. Spotting the Summer's and recognizing Sam, he heads over.
"Alright Sam." It seems the only introduction forthcoming.
"Consequences, Faith. You need to consider them before you do things if you want to live to my ripe old age," Sam snickers to Faith as he watches the other truck pull into the Orchestra lot. He's surprised to see Swilla out. He didn't think Crunk's hired muscle ever got a day off. "Hold your horses, ladies." Sam nods at the humongous Beast. "Swilla. Everything alright?"
Faith just looks at Sam with a look that says 'are you kidding me?'. "Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse is what I say. One without too many rings." At Swilla's approach, she takes a single step backward, just in case. Her hand reaches over, unzips her duffel bag, and reaches inside. She'd need what was there no matter how this went, so she wanted to be ready for it.
Brianne turned as Swilla arrived and left his car, her gaze subconsciously sizing the man up. Heavily muscled, with confidence to his movements, he was a fighter that much was obvious. Seemingly one of the more straightforward types. But the air around him held Winter's subdued chill instead of Summer's glorious warmth, he was from a Court of subtleties. Interesting. She simply leaned back against her own car, wondering what the Beast had come to say to Sam.
Swilla simply shrugs, not quite sure if everything was but just rolling with it.
"Yeah, ya know. Same shit, different day. Just came for a drink away from Ember." He looks from each of the fae to the next. "Have I walked in on som'ing?"
Sam nods approvingly; drinking is a very fine thing indeed. He shrugs back. "Teachin' the young'un over there manners. You can hang and watch if you want." Despite the fact that they were in different Courts, Sam had a professional respect for the man. Certainly, the fact that Swilla had fists like bowling balls entered somewhere into the Hunter's evaluation.
He turns to Faith and gives his new staff a whirl. "What'cha say, kid? You ready for a head full of stick?" The leer he gives her would have scared eight kinds of hell out of the Hunter if he'd seen it in a mirror. It looked just like the one the Tiger had.
"And the Summer Court really only has one preferred method to teach someone manners." Of course, she probably didn't need to tell Swilla that. Judging by his demeanor, not to mention muscles, he understood that quite well. "I'm Brianne, a new arrival."
With that bit said she let her gaze drift back to Faith. Was the woman a brawler, or did she have a weapon stashed somewhere?
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