Tangris, after driving up North in search of a lead upon the group who have been dispersing drugs amongst those in the capital. You have a couple of leads upon a secretive gang of youths and a second group who smuggle, but pose as fisher men.
Hello Tangris, got a room for you to stay in. If you need somewhere to crash. Want to meet up, I've got a gallery exhibit tonight?
B. Olafsson.
Attached to it is an address in York.
Maya starts to smile, followed by an unnerving laugh; "I have to agree. If it's unrealised, then it's wasted. Do you like wasting things?" the light flashes off her piercings and there's a malicious sparkle.
The back of Sal's neck prickles, but she continues to gently stroke the sculpture, making only the briefest of glances at the white-garbed artist.
"It depends. It's a shame to waste some things. But others deserve it." She feels her way through the conversation, uncertain of her footing, a slight frown on her pinched face. "If somebody has the potential to be, say, the next Hitler, it's best that that potential be wasted. Don't you agree."
Tangris catches the nearest bus to the gallery, lugging his battered backpack behind him. His scraggly dark goatee almost matched his scraggly dark hair, and he had a distinct smell around his dirty Hawaiian shirt and worn cargo pants. He's short, standing only around 5'5", but built like the side of a brick wall, all muscle and whipcord thin. Still, despite being short and muscled, he slouches and has an odd sort of animal magnetism despite it all.
Shouldering his backpack, he breathes on his hand and sniffs it, clearly satisfied. He runs one meaty hand through his hair, sighs, then walks up to the door and steps inside.
Tangris
A mature lady, in her mid-fifties, with a warm smile upon her rounded face moves towards Tangris. She picks up a glass of wine and offers it to the you man as a greeting; "Hello, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Dora, the proprietress of the Gallery." her voice is rich and warm like a favourite aunt.
"If you wish, to drop you back in the antichamber." She points to a small back room, that looks secure enough.
To one side the nervous, lank haired man Dora had left walks to look at a piece of art. Rubbing his hand and muttering to himself, like a strung out junky.
Letitia nods to Andrew with a pleasant smile, with a glance at Bunny.
♥ "Yes, I like making new friends." Bunny bounces forward interrupting and grasps the Wardens hand firmly, then shakes it. "Danny's great isn't he?" ♥
Pushing her hair away from her eyes, to cover a laugh. "He is certainly interesting."
Danny artfully acts bashful, and kicks at the floor.
"Aw shucks Ma'am. Now yer jest being nice." He drawls in his best John Wayne/'The Duke' voice. He waggles his eyebrows at both the ladies with a grin.
"Excuse me a moment. But before I leave Andrew to the well-deserved accolades of his artistic admirers, can I borrow him for just a sec? Thanks!" He grins, taking Andrew's elbow and steering him to the corner of his exhibit, leaving the two women standing there looking after them with bemused expressions.
"Andrew, hey, can we set up a time to talk, later I mean? I've heard some things, and well, I'm worried about Bunny. She hasn't done anything wrong!" He quickly assures the suddenly frowning lanky man.
"Look, this is all coming out wrong. I've heard about a big deal going down soon, and that werewolves were providing special security. I was hoping that Bunny's pack wasn't involved, but, well,..." Danny shrugs ruefully, indicating that particular fact was already out of the bag.
"Look, I've heard it's a big deal, with a big-bad-baddie, and I'm pretty sure that the reason the pack was recruited for security is because something is definitely going to go down. I don't want to see Bunny, or you, get hurt in a fight that isn't yours. Um, you seem like a good guy. Are you aware of who your protecting? And what your protecting? It's not good."
Andrew stares at Danny through narrowed eyelids. He doesn't speak. Apparently Danny made a good enough first impression that Andy is willing to listen to him. But the lanky werewolf's body language indicates that the singer had better talk quickly. Danny slowly turns his hands palms up, in a symbolic gesture that both man and wolf understand as non-threatening.
"It's a vampire. A big-wig. Head honcho of a vamp mafioso family. And the 'deal' is a major drug delivery. And I'm not talking aspirin, or even weed. The guard duty your leader has contracted you for is to protect a monster, whose going to sell killer drugs to kids." Danny meets Andrew's eyes evenly, calmly.
"I'm a pretty good judge of character. I like Bunny. And I like you. I just thought you should know."
Tangris grins in an apologetic sort of way and stows his bag in the corner. He smiles charmingly at the woman, "I'm looking for an Olafsson. Do you know him?"
As she leans forward you can see red tattoo's that seems to creep up her wrist. Thin lines, which seem to shimmer and form runes the more you look at it. "Subverted I would say. If you can twist his potential to your own agenda..." she stops and looks at Sal. For the briefest of instants' their eyes meet. Then she breaks the contact, there's a lingering feeling of knowledge and determination to her.
"See some paintings, well...." she stalks down the walls with Sal in tow. Glancing at the paintings; "They need to be improved. It's good when a person improves herself..."
Dora is warm to the young man, obviously friendly and accepting of the man. Although she seems used to charming young men. "Oh yes, he has a couple of pieces for display tonight."
With a little shrug; "Unfortunately they are not for sale. But him and his wife should be here later, do you wish to see the sculptures? He's quite marvellous, with a natural affinity for metal."
She shows Tangris over to a central steel sculpture, depicting a very expressionistic man in steel. Upon his features it's clear he's a hero, there's a certain resolute strength to his features.
Keeping to one side despite being in the open the talk is quite private and low-key. Andrew's face rearranges itself forlorn at the news; "We're the only pack in town." There is a grim acceptance about his statement, he looks away almost ashamed as he speaks to Danny. "I cannot go against the Alpha, we are already too few. Lord Lawrence has too much influence..."
He turns away, almost talking to himself. "I would stop it if I could but I must protect the others... my pack. Though I would not hurt innocents..." his voice conflicted.
Tangris stares at the statue, but for whatever reason it doesn't mean anything to him. He stares at it, tilting his head this way and that. He turns back to the woman. "Um, is there a bar here? I think I need a drink to help the art flow."
Tangris
She smiles in a warm matronly manner; "Certainly. Well, we have points dotted around the gallery, where there are placed flutes of wine, orange juice and Belguim Lager." her arms point out a few different areas around the gallery.
With a slight shrug; "Unfortunately, we cannot afford any serving staff so help yourself - there's also canapes too." she adds half to herself. "I had hoped Aximeus would be here to help, he's always so good with this kind of thing."
"Canapes and Lager? I can definitely help myself!" Tangris heads off to find the beer and sweets, his mouth already salivating.
As everyone goes their separate ways, Kenneth watches the Warden from the corner of his eye with a wistful sigh. Ach, the life of a Gallant Poet... when it rains it pours...
[Later...]
Kenneth tosses the letter from his sister into the trash with a sighed, "B%$%$#%s.".
Ach, just what I need now. Sloane's finally starting tae get well and I can almost send her home without too many questions about my life... and just when thing are starting to look up, nae laddie, here be Molly tae berate me for how things went at dad's funeral, tae tell me I should make something of meself rather than being a layabout musician while she's a bloody barrister, and tae be all holier-than-thou... While I'm the one fighting 'gainst the darkness -- and she's the lickspittle tae creatures of darkness.. literally...
He grits his teeth and heads out of his flat to the heavy cellar door, unlocking it with the iron key... If she's here, and with what we've heard, I think it's pretty clear what I need tae make... He pulls the heavy door closed behind him and starts shifting the tools and tarps around, exposing his altar stone. I learned this formula from Sara after last time I met up with Molly... One for me, and one for her, though I dinnae think she'll be as happy to get it as I am.
Chapter 4
Kenneth enters the gallery chuckling at himself slightly, I'm definitely hanging with a different sort of people, I amnae used tae dressing up this often.. Let's hope we dinnae ruin our formal wear this time..
He enters the room quietly, deciding to make the most of the exhibits, trying to delight in the weaves of the [/i]Fire of Inspiration[/i] of the pieces, something to lift his spirits and cause him to not worry about the arrival of his sister and the absence of his date. Most of the pieces leave him cold, pretentious English over-intellectual b&@#~*+s..., he thinks as turns away from a piece composed of poorly-welded old soup tins with a grimace, catching an eyeful of Letitia and Bunny at a distance. Ach, now there are things of beauty, at last.
He drifts across the room to the growing knot of his companions with a smile on his face, grabbing a filled glass of lager from a tray as he does.
"Evening, folks. Nice tae see the lot of you again," he says as he approaches, raising his glass in greeting. He nods to the women, adding, "I should clearly have started in this side of the gallery -- it seems that all of the most beautiful things in the place are all over here."
He pauses for a moment as he catches sight of the photographs around him and adds appreciatively, "Both before me and on the walls.... Those photos are pure dead brilliant."
Bunny breaks into an infectious smile, she can barely keep the joy off her face. "That's so kind of you. ♥" she gives the Celt a warm embrace, with just a little extra squeeze.
Whilst Letitia nods wryly; "You've certainly got the gift of the gab, but it's good to see you again."
The woman in white looks to Sal with a significant glance, then turns to the painting in front of her. Raising an eyebrow at it's content. It appears to be from the cover of a Death Metal album, except even more visceral. The central figure in it is howling a death curse whilst behind hideous demonic figures cavort.
Raising a long finger to her plush lip, Maya's other hand touches the item in her pocket and she starts to draw it out. Light reflects off the metal, displaying a rainbow crescent upon the wall.
Kenneth returns the hug with a smile, winking, "Careful, lass, I dinnae wish tae spill beer on ye."
He turns his grin on the Warden, his tone playful, as he stops just short of locking eyes with her, "But surely ye ken that it is the role of a bard to always speak truth, Lady Letitia."
Just, mayhap, nae all of it... Careful lad, ye dinnae need tae be soulgazed this night...
He raises his glass and takes a pull from his pilsner before asking in an only slightly less flirtatious voice, "Did I hear ye say ye'd been up to bonny Scotland since we last met? I dae hiner it wasnae on my accoont."
"Looking for more handsome Scots?" Letitia teases him. "No, it was book-keeping. Smoothing over all the occurrences of last month. Apparently, I'm meant to keep an eye on you?" there is just the hint of an edge to her voice, implying some serious talking with her superiors.
"I cannot imagine the party without you, I'm glad you can come. Have you, or you Danny brought anyone?" she wonders aloud.
Surely she wouldn't try anything here, in front of everyone. I don't even know her.
Sal tenses at the woman's move to her pocket, crossing her arms to bring her hands closer to her weapons. "It certainly is interesting. Life imitating art, or art imitating life?" Her eyes remain Maya's hand and the object therein.
Getting paranoid, Sal. Or not paranoid enough. The reflection of the light from the metal is piercing, even through inappropriately dark glasses.
Keeping to one side despite being in the open the talk is quite private and low-key. Andrew's face rearranges itself forlorn at the news; "We're the only pack in town." There is a grim acceptance about his statement, he looks away almost ashamed as he speaks to Danny. "I cannot go against the Alpha, we are already too few. Lord Lawrence has too much influence..."
He turns away, almost talking to himself. "I would stop it if I could but I must protect the others... my pack. Though I would not hurt innocents..." his voice conflicted.
Danny purses his lips, obviously sympathizing.
"Look, Andrew. I'm not going to tell you to go all 'B-Monster Movie' on your boss. I mean look at me. I'm a lover, not a fighter." He admits wryly.
"And I understand ALL about protecting family, and friends. But sometimes, you just have to do what's right. No matter how hard. Just remember, That doesn't mean you have to do it alone. There's the family you have, and then there's the family you choose. Sometimes, all you have to do is ask,..." Danny looks like he is about to say more, but Kenneth walks up.
"Just be careful, Please?" Danny adds with a final, almost desperate plea before turning back to Letitia, Bunny and now Kenneth with his trademark grin.
"Oy! Get to the back of the line you! I saw her, I mean the pics, first!" Danny greets Ken with a fake growl. He claps the larger bard on the shoulder.
"Allow me to introduce Bunny, 'Photogenic Fabulous', and the lucky guy whose a good photog even when he's not using her as bait, I mean subject matter, Andrew. 'Picturetakus Extrordinarius'"
Danny introduces the others Wiley E Coyote style.
"And this is Kenneth. He's an old-fashioned storyteller and historian. He's good. But don't let him start singing. Or I'll have to hit him over the head with my guitar."
"Seriously. I don't deal well with competition." He finishes straight-faced.
Kenneth smiles again, "Well, my own family's rather small -- I only hae sisters, sadly -- but there ought be a whole clan of cousins... Still, I cannae promise you'll find any quite so handsome, ye ken." He winks and takes a pull off his beer before adding more seriously, "Apologies if we caused ye some paperwork -- my own one-on-one reporting is a wee bit less strenuous - and far less political, I suspect, as well." His smile returns and his tone lightens as he adds, "Still, I cannae say I'm sorry to hear about your new assignment, and I'll do me best tae ensure your task isn't too onerous.".
He takes another pull from his beer and looks around briefly, "I cannae say if Danny brought a special friend, he's stepped away for that chat as I approached. I do hope it isnae about me, I embarass so easily.", he adds with a wink. He continues in a playful tone, "However, though I dinnae see any of his usual arm candy about. As for meself, I came tae the party alone, though how long that lasts is anyone's guess."
Kenneth smiles as Danny returns, "Aye, well, between these pictures and the lovely lady herself, I imagine there'll be a queue forming tae the left of people willing tae fight ye for her."
He chuckles during the introductions, "I didnae realize that the Acme mail-order company sold fine cameras," he interjects.
After Danny introduces him, Kenneth shakes his head and says to the crowd, "Dinnae let him fool you intae thinking I'm competition. He just dinnae like Celtic-Punk music."
Bunny fidgets clearly enjoying the male attention and compliments. She looks doe-eyed to the men; "Andrew, can you give them some prints... they'd appreciate them."
Andrew nods softly, a conflicted look upon his face. The talk with Danny certainly has given him food for thought and it clearly shows. Although he does a little bow at the introduction.... causing Bunny to do something similar but with more impressive results against the material of her flimsy top.
Letitia's smile for Kenneth's charm is clear, even though there is a slight caution. "Politics' it's fine. Better than open conflict, fewer people are stabbed....well marginally." she winks.
Sal's vision flicks towards the strange curves and crimson lines, there is something familiar and enthralling about them. She's reminded of a warm nights in her Grandmothers stuffy house, reading an old book.
"Both."
Suddenly with supernatural velocity, the pale hand of Maya moves. There's a kaleidoscope of light in her hand. Sal react's instantly...
... not with supernatural speed, but fast for a human because she was just waiting for the strange woman to do something odd. She dances back out of Maya's knife range, one hand dipping swiftly along her leg to draw her own. Acutely aware that this is a public place, she hides the knife alongside her body, between her and the wall, standing loose and ready, waiting for Maya's lunge, if it comes.
A prism of a knife it flicks out across the painting. There's a sound like meat being torn open, a wet sound whilst the canvas is cleft in twain. The picture sheared, it's utterly ruined.
Forlorn wailing starts from across the room. Like a low fog-horn, the deep cry is punctuated by a thud. As near the entrance the nervous man sits on the floor rocking. He bounces his head off the Ikea desk, with a hollow thud.
Kenneth smiles at Letitia's joke, "Ye still willnae win me o'er to the side of politics. I'd rather see my knives coming, ye ken? Or mayhap I just recall too many of the old tale---" Kenneth stops when the wailing begins, and begins to scan about, looking for the source of the noise, muttering, "Ach, that cannae be good. Why can we ne'er just hae a nice party -- dress up, eat, drink, be merry?"
Sal gapes at Maya in astonishment, hastily slipping her own knife back into its sheath. She looks to the wailing man, then at the painting to see if there is anything unusual about it, then back to Maya. "What... why? And they say I'm a harsh critic..."
Hearing the wailing, Tangris runs over to the man and tries to move him away from the desk, toward something a little softer. "Come on, dude. That's not going to help anything. Let's get you a drink, shall we?"
Fortunately the gallery isn't in an uproar, only a few people look over. Many dismissing it, which is slightly odd. Maybe these gala's are more raucous than you would think?
Maya seems to be muttering something under her breath, her eyes looking into the distance. "It was necessary." her voice comes over under the low-harmonious muttering/humming. Her hands are empty, whilst the painting seems to have run... leaving muddy brown canvas.
Dora joins Tangris; "Oh Marvin stop that. What's wrong?". A bald headed man comes over to help hold the other side Marvin and move him over to the couch. The despairing man whimpers softly as he is moved.
"He's had some mental health problems, of late." Dora says quietly, stroking the mans' lank hair.
Andrew looks around with Kenneth, his eyes go instantly towards the reception area where Marvin was wailing. Concern crosses his face, obviously he knows the man.
Bunny gasps. This draws Andrews attention to the remnants of the painting, his face turns to thunder. He lets out a low growl upon spotting the Lady in white. Eyes going black, he starts to snarl and advance upon her...
Alertness:
Upon the very edge of your hearing it sounds like he's whispering to Marvin. Just the very hint of some words as you both help the man upon the seat.
Danny turns with the others, looking with wide-eyed interest for the source of the disturbance.
"Wow. I'm not a big fan of impressionism, but that's a little harsh." He mutters wryly.
"Um, does anyone else notice the distinct lack of reaction on the part of the attendees? Or is this a new trend in the art world? 'Demolition Critique'?"
He feels more than hears the subvocal growl from Andrew. One look at his eyes and Danny's own go wider.
"Easy Tex. Down boy! It's just a little difference of opinion. No need to go all 'Big Bad Wolf' on her. Bunny?! A little help here?!?" He hisses to the platinum blond pleadingly.
The blurred and browned painting draws Sal's attention. I just saw a scene on the canvas. That's not possible. And where did the knife go? She watches the group attending to the artist for a moment and notices her old acquaintance among them. If he's here, something is going down sooner rather than later. I should know better by now what's impossible and what's not. More supernatural weirdness.
The menacing stranger approaching looks rather alarming. "Somebody didn't like that..." she murmurs to Maya, moving to step between the white-clad woman and Andrew.
"Let's all be calm here," she says to both of them, "Done is done. No sense making things worse now, is there?" She shoots a look of appeal to Danny and Kenneth, since they had been talking with the menacing stranger before the slicing.
Tangris looks at the bald man. "What's the deal, dude? What the heck are you whispering to this poor guy?" Tangris turns full on to the bald man, looking accusingly at him.
Bunny puts a restraining hand upon his chest and suddenly it's apparent her strength. Strap muscles on her arms and shoulder ripple, however the thicker young man shrugs her off. "First, she smashes Marvins hand... now she destroys his work it cannot be born." Andrews eyes glisten.
He tries to move forwards, stalking the woman in white. Slowing as he approaches Sal.
Maya, shrugs softly at the encroaching man. "Thank you, Sarge." Her eyes flick across the floor to where Marvin is seated, then she stops motionless. Tension growing as her muttering is cut off.
Light glinting off his shaven head, the man looks up at Tangris. "It's not for you, bugger off. Thy shirt offends mine eyes, leave." he perfunctorily waves away Tangris.
"Listen, Bald Spot or I'll shove my shirt and fist into your eye: if you're screwing with this guy, knock it off or I'll show you how fast I can offend your ass to the floor." Tangris growls, his voice deepening.
Kenneth nods at Danny's question, and turns to look at Bunny and Andrew, "Can someone tell the rest ay the class what's going on? I seem tae hae missed a few of the earlier espisodes ay this show an' feel a sudden need tae catch up."
He turns his gaze up to Letitia and Danny, "Anyone ken what this be about?"
"Waitaminute,..." Danny murmurs. He KNEW something looked familiar here.
"That lady in white. She was at that LAST party when it got crashed by the dragonites. She,... When people started freaking out she bumped into him" (He points at the moaning man) "knocked him down, and accidentally stepped on his hand. At least I thought it was an accident." Danny's face turns darker as he glances between the moaning artist and the Angry Andrew.
"I don't think Andy shares that belief. She was at a gig I played in that bar last month. Andy came in and had some,... harsh words with 'her, and Bunny came in later and calmed him down, I think."
Danny shrugs with an almost apologetic look. "Sorry, I wasn't exactly studying for a test. Suffice to say that three times, at least two of which ends up in injury to the same guy, is a little past coincidence. I think it's safe to say she has it out for him. Other than that,..." Danny looks at Bunny.
"Bunny, what's going on? What does the lady in white have against your artist friend? And Why is Andrew so upset about it?"
Tangris
Marvin is glassy-eyed and quiet, rocking slowly back and forward. The bald man is still muttering something under his breath, however he looks to Tangris and speaks. "Spirit, I like that." he smiles visciously, revealing yellowed teeth. "W**** over there just destroyed his painting, you should probably take that fighting spirit out on her ass."
Others
Sal stands between the woman in white, Maya, and Andrew. Bunny is pawing at his shoulder, whilst he looks daggers past Sal. Then, his vision slides to Sal protecting the woman, an assessing look trying to figure out her strengths. All the while he lets out a low rumbling growl that resonates through his broad chest.
Bunny holds onto his shoulder, just about restraining him. Although their is a feeling that it's more her presence rather than physical strength that is doing it.
Worry in her eyes she turns back to Danny & Kenneth; "I don't know what the naughty woman has against Marv." there's a catch in her voice, she obviously feels things keenly. "He's a bit weird, but only just finished that painting..."
♥ "Andy looks after Marvin and has a small group of human artists and performers that he protects. It's like his own little pack ... it's sweet." ♥ Bunny adds quietly "Since he cannot run our pack."
Fortunately Andrew's, focus is away from the cute werewolf or he might have something to say about that insult.
Maya leans forward into Sals shoulder; "We should probably do something about baldy though." her words, light butterfly wings upon the atmosphere.
~~~
Everyone else in the gallery is wandering around as if nothing is going on. There does seem to be the light tingling pressure of magic in the air.
"Yeah, I'll have words with her shortly. Now what the hell are you doing to this dude?!?"
"Just calming him down." He says softly, his thick set hands pawing at the mans head.
"Shush, you're not helping," Sal shoots over her shoulder to Maya, then turns to Andrew, raising her bone-thin, empty hands to shoulder level, palms out, showing that she is unarmed but also on guard.
"Listen to me, please. It's not what it looks like. Something is strange here. Something is wrong. Let's get it figured out, OK?" Her voice is more reasonable than soothing as she tries to bring a measure of logic to the situation, but she gives Kenneth and Danny a look of appeal, dark eyes glittering in her pale face.
"Violence isn't going to fix anything. I can't condone what she did, but that painting was wrong. That guy's reaction to its destruction is wrong. Even I can feel it, and I'm pretty dense."
Tangris' nostrils flare as he feels the bald man doing something wrong to the nervous fellow. He growls, turning the last note nearly into a bleat of anger, then shoves the bald man roughly away from the nervous fellow, putting his own body between them. "Leave him alone!"
Kenneth cocks his head at Sal's comment, "Is there, now? Well, that's... interesting.." Ach, Lady, ye sent me here tae see this, did ye? It seems we heralds cannae just enjoy a party anymore.
He looks up at Danny with a grave expression, "Say, laddie, I might find it convenient if everyone else saw us going back to our witty repartee, ye ken? Prying ears and all that."
Seeing the lights dawn in the American's eyes, Kenneth smiles grimly and says, "We may be able tae find out. Andrew, would your friend let us borrow his spoilt canvas?"
Ok, before I go too far with this....
The intent would be for Kenneth to use the Fire of Inspiration to try to follow what was/is going on with that canvas -- but since the canvas was finished a while ago, I'm thinking this is less evocation and more a thaumaturgical work -- hence the request to borrow it.
I would think that Kenneth should be able to (especially if we can go back to the altar) try to follow the weaves of inspiration in the thing to see if he can find anything, well, [b]wrong[/i] about it... ye ken? ;)
Andy calms himself at Sals words, there's a thrumming vibration in the air. "Yeah, what's she done to Marvin? Is it like what she did to his painting." his gaze fixes Sal, taking her presence to have some authority.
Without taking his eyes from Sal or the Maya, Andrew responds to Kenneth; "Ye-ah." he makes the word last a couple of syllabulls. "It's ruined anyhow... but she doesn't get out of my sight..."
The bald man staggers back from Tangris' push, whilst Marvin goes completely silent like he's fallen asleep.
Bringing a hand to his facial hair, the bald man replies. "Trying to keep him from me.... my friend that's a bad move."
He looks around the gallery where no-one pays attention to the goings on. Obviously spotting the lady in white, he salutes her mockingly. Turning back to Tangris. "Well, I guess we'll meet another time."
"I'm not your friend, bald spot. As for bad moves, you haven't even seen me angry yet. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Tangris smiles a very goatish smile.
He looks up at Danny with a grave expression, "Say, laddie, I might find it convenient if everyone else saw us going back to our witty repartee, ye ken? Prying ears and all that."
Danny looks around at the people paying attention to the art on the pedestals, the walls, everything BUT them.
"Somehow, I don't think that's going to be a problem." He responds wryly.
I might be able to make enough 'noise' that they would pay attention to us, but I'm not sure which is better.?,..."
"So, Andrew is so mad he can barely speak, Bunny doesn't know, and the artist looks like he's a couple of sandwiches shy of a picnic over there. Howsabout we go straight to the source?" He asks, slipping on his grin usually reserved for when the twins aren't around.
"So tall, dark-haired and dazzling, what's your name?" He says to the lady in white with his best 'Bond, James Bond' smirk.