Jun 02, 2007 21:07
The werewolf formerly known as Russ --
Well, currently known as Russ, too.
And to be known as Russ in the future, if everyone knows what's good for them. (Cough cough Salla.)
-- has just pulled up on his bike outside the club.
He enters a moment later, half-smoke cigarette in his hand.
marisela lopez,
russ harris,
gwen russell
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The question, now, is does Russ know Gwen is coming before she sneeeaks out from behind the bar and walks-- sedately, with no spring in her step whatsoever-- close ehough to offer a wry, "Hey, stranger."
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"Hey there, barkeep." He stubs out his cig on his boot, tosses it aside, and moves forward to put a hand on her hip. "Can I get a Dance With a Dream?"
(He missed her.)
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... Sorry, was there important news to be relayed?
Give her a minute.
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Gwen glances up at him wryly.
"That's the most romantic thing I've heard all week, Russ. Second only to, 'God, Gwen, stop shedding on the couch.'" She sighs, sliding an arm around his waist. "Where have you been all my life."
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. . . Sorry. Russ sucks at romance unless he's putting his mind to it.
"How's things here?"
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Gwen sighs.
"Things are okay," she says. A frown. "Found out some fun things about Nick, though."
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"Yeah? Spill."
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"Like his thing for making friends with psycho wolves, for instance." She makes a face. "Also, penchant for spreading the blood-sucking love."
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And then goes still and tense at the second.
"What do you mean?" It's low, and tight, but at least it's not a growl yet.
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"You've heard about them infecting each other, right? Very ... gothic literature? Bram Stokery?"
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That was a growl. After a moment, he slips his arm from around her waist and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets.
"He's into that kind of shit?"
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Gwen is still scowly. She folds her arms over her chest and huffs.
"So, not like it's a ton to go on, but apparently they're getting hauled in for questioning at some point."
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