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[rebelw_outclaws]

Back wall.

Cigarrette.

Feet up on the table.

Russ is a little bit in the doghouse with the Wasteland's owner. (Yeah, hahaha.)

Broody broody broody. Or possibly sulky sulky sulky. Hard to tell in the low light.

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[sky_from_sea]

Brooding 'wolves are not high on Anna's list of things to blithely ignore.

Which is, perhaps, why she's shifted her chair a little, making sure someone is not in one of her blind spots.

Call it keeping a weather eye out.

[rebelw_outclaws]

And vamps watching him are high on his list of annoying things!

His nostrils flare, and a moment later, so does the glow of his cigarrette.

[sky_from_sea]

After a minute she puts down her book, posture just-this-side of hesitant.

"Excuse me. Do you have a second?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

More than a touch of rumble -- "For what?"

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen's watching the crowd, which she tends to do obsessively whenever she's at loose ends: You never know when somebody's about to start a fight.

Russ is glanced at, glanced away from, and cautiously given a second look.

Just, you know. To see what he's up to.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ is Oblivious.

(Yeah, right.)

[bitingmybullet]

It's kind of hard to pretend you don't notice somebody, when you're a werewolf. It tends not to fool people.

Still, as long as Russ is ignoring her, she probably ought to do the same-- or something.

Will you look at that Mutual Oblivious.

[bigdamnboots]

Okay! Vanessa is determined to do her job. She managed to do it Before, even when said customers were kind of scary-looking and in the shadows and were probably werewolves, she was pretty sure he looked familiar. Well. The customers from Before weren't werewolves.

Wait, what?

"Sir, would you like to order anything? And please remove your feet from the table."

[rebelw_outclaws]

. . . Goddammit, he'd have to get a perky one.

He doesn't move for a moment, and then deliberately removes his feet from the table.

"Beer." Beat. "Please."

[bigdamnboots]

Vanessa is not perky, she is FIERCE!

"Be right with you, sir."

And breezes her fierce self off to get one.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ snorts, and sits back.

He briefly considers putting his feet back up on the table, but rejects the idea.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ glances down at him, sighs, and reaches down to give him a quick scritch behind the ears.