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[scorching_black]

Sirius Black has just come out of a movie theater; it's his first time seeing one alone, and he's very proud of himself because he didn't try to talk to the little people on screen, not even when they were being stupid (which they were for most of it).

Now, he thinks, it's time for a self-congratulatory burger.

Lily Evans is at the Gauche,

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[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn is not a vampire or a demon. Nope. He's just a dumb boy who thinks that wandering the city is a fun thing to try. Again. And again. And again. Until, you know, he leaves a building without being attacked by things.

So here, Faith. Have a stupid Boy Scout giving the streets another try.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith can tell he's not a vampire or demon - at least, not one from her world.

She can also tell that he's kind of cute. Her eyes work, you see.

"You know," she says conversationally, falling into step beside him, "wandering the streets at night is probably not a very good idea."

Pause.

"And I realize that sounds hypocritical, but I have blackbelts."

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn kind of stops and turns to look at her. He has eyes too.

"Yeah," he says. "Well... I've been really, really lucky thus far. Might as well see how far that lucks extends."

Because that's the smart thing to do.

"Besides," he continues, "how do you know I don't have blackbelts too?"

He doesn't. But he is field-rated. So hah.

[faithful_slayer]

Technically, Faith doesn't either. She hasn't got any formal training. But, well, Slayer.

(Really they should invent new levels for her and Buffy, she thinks.)

"Point taken," she admits, and offers him her hand. "Faith Lehane."

[deadgirlsliekme]

Coming into that same sunroom is Victor, holding his sketchbook/journal. Making witch jokes is the last thing on his mind -- he was just coming here to draw the room and try and fulfill his creative urges. He hesitates a bit, though, on seeing someone else there. Maybe she doesn't want to be disturbed? He edges into the room, planning on sitting down in the corner and being unobtrusive.

He promptly trips over something on the floor and lands with a monstrous "THUD!" So much for unobtrusive. "Ow!"

[charminglioness]

Lily looks up in surprise at the sound of his fall and promptly puts her book down. "Oh, dear, are you all right?"

[deadgirlsliekme]

Victor looks up at her, blushing a little out of embarrassment. How does he always manage to make a complete fool out of himself out of people? "Do forgive me," he says, sitting up with a slight wince. "I didn't mean -- I was trying not to disturb you, miss." He retrieves his sketchbook. "I'm fine, really." Not like this is the first time he's fallen on his face.

[kineticmachine]

Arlin is also out patrolling the city, though 'prowling' might be a better word for his late-night excursions. He's not in a bad mood, per se, but it's hard to say that Arlin's ever in an incredibly good mood. Really, he's restless, and sick of lurking around the Estates or his gunshop. It'd be nice if the O had any jobs for him, or if it would just let him up and skip town for awhile, to get away from this madness. Can't do that, though, given the upcoming election and the fact that his people are usually just roped into bodyguard service.

So he's stalking around, just to let off some steam. It's...a thing he does when he doesn't feel like bothering Leona for whores, or beating the fuck out of a punching bag, or something. His prowling may just take him by Faith.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith is sitting in a high branch of a tree, watching him for signs of Wrongness. She approves of his choice in clothing, at least - black leather is everybody's friend, Faith believes.

She would also heartily approve of skipping town.

[kineticmachine]

At first, Arlin doesn't notice, being more concerned with the surrounding ground-level movements than any of the high-tree movements. But you get used to scanning higher windows (and tree branches, if you happen to be near any) for snipers and that ilk when you're in this line of business, so eventually his eyes graze over the trees.

And he kind of catches something off about one. He doesn't really make too much of a show of hiding his interest in the tree, though he doesn't approach it either, merely continuing on his trajectory by it. Better that whoever it is knows he (kind of) saw them than to think he's an easy target, at least.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith approves of that, too.

She's dangling from the branch by her knees when he walks past, humming quietly, seemingly unconcerned by the sizable drop to the ground below her.

[callinallfreaks]

Huck is hanging around the outside of the burger joint, debating whether or not going in is a good idea. She doesn't have any money whatsoever, and she's hungry, so while her stomach is telling her to totally go in and look pathetic and see if someone might be nice enough to give her the food they don't want to eat, her brain is telling her that's a good way to eventually get kicked out of an establishment.

So she's looking awkward in the parking lot, being hungry, when she spots Sirius. Whom she hasn't seen around in awhile. Awesome. So she throws a rock at him. Because what better way to say 'Hey, friend, how's it going?' than to throw a piece of gravel at their head?

[scorching_black]

"Ow!"

Sirius turns, looking annoyed - until he sees her, at which point he grins and goes over to her. "Hey! Come celebrate with me."

[callinallfreaks]

Huck shoves her hands back in her pockets, looking innocent when he turns to look over at her. She's gotten pretty good at pulling the 'you can't prove anything!' face, given the kids she lives with, but after a bit she can't hide the grin on her face any longer. Hey, that was a solid hit to his noggin, that was!

Sweet. Friends and food! She shrugs a bit. "A'right," she says. "Whatcha celebratin'?"

[scorching_black]

"I went to the moo-vees," Sirius says, pronouncing carefully if inaccurately. "And I remembered not to talk to the screen, like Lily taught me."