Cameron

     “Something you’re waitin’ for? Don’t want any funny business happenin’ in my backyard.” He eyed her, moving to the chair next to the backdoor. So long as the blonde was out there, he would remain as well, Declan vigilant about the things that went on in and around his bar.

     “This isn’t an entrance.” Declan said in a way that indicated this was not the first, nor the last time he would have to point that out. He had just thrown the trash out and decided to take a quick smoke break before returning to work. He looked towards his usual spot, a chair near the back door, longingly and then to the person he was addressing. “I can show you to the front, if you would like.”

“ I think I prefer it here, thank you. ” Her comment came, not even looking to where the voice had come from. This had been the location given to her to meet whoever it was that would help her, but they didn’t seem to be coming and she was growing more impatient by being here. “ I hope is no bother… Because I’m really not planning on moving any time soon. ”

     “Iliya. Thank you, I needed to avoid a boring night and this is a perfect reason.” She gave herself over to the idea that she wasn’t going to get any unpacking done tonight. Nope, she wanted to go out with her new friend. “Where to?”

     “Do I look like a thief?” Iliya’s grin momentarily disappearing as she mock-gasped her offense, then she admitted with an upward tilt of her brow and a playful glint in her eye, “the only thing I steal are hearts.” Which could be taken one of two ways and both of them were right, though pending upon how close it was to the full moon– and how hungry Iliya was at the time– could potentially make one look more favorable an option.  “Not willing to take a little risk? I promise you jail time isn’t so bad, lots of cute cops.”

      Iliya caught the flask, keeping her grin alive as she studied the stranger. “Mm…probably not but I’m not too worried about it.” Not when a broken limb could heal and her tolerance for alcohol was exceedingly high. What she was truly curious to know, however, was the other thing they had said about the contents of the flask. “You got something better?” The werewolf countered, accepting the help before locating her board which had come out of the incident unscathed. She placed her foot on the edge of it and the other end raised to her hand. “Cause you so owe me now.” 

     Iliya hit the ground with a groan and then flipped over onto her back, pain a dull throb that would be all healed up by the time she reached her new home. She heard the laughter and her gaze fell on a pretty blonde approaching her where she was splayed out. “Are you offering or just curious to know?” A wolfish grin curled her lips and she propped herself on her elbows, before sitting all the way up. “If you want, you can hand me that.” She pointed at the discarded flask near the stranger’s foot. “Pretty please.”

     There were few things Iliya loved more than having fun, what activities that included pertained to her mood, but at this particular moment she was content to sip at her drink and skateboard back to her new apartment where boxes still waited for her to unpack them. She was behind, she knew that, but between work and school and other nightly activities she found the will to ‘adult’ lacking in herself. This time, though, was THE time– or, at the very least it WAS going to be, until her board caught on an errant crack or maybe a stone, whatever it was, it held the same effect. The werewolf’s board stopped, and true to physics the momentum she had carried through her and she was thrown forward, flask launching from her hand and skittering across the ground. 

Coming back to town hadn’t been the greatest idea, she was sure of it now. Being unable to find any type of help she needed, Cam was ready to leave the fucking place but she couldn’t. Not until she found something. Her trail of thoughts vanished the moment she saw the commotion. The girl falling was nothing less than funny and Cam couldn’t help but to have her good laugh before she proceeded to approach them. “ Do you need any help? ” More of a rhetorical question than anything else, she stood there - not helping the other.

“Honestly though, can you blame me? I certainly didn’t expect to see a pretty blonde standing right there when I got done with the call,” he offered with a shrug. “Most annoying? Gee, I always wanted that title.”

“Amusing? Really? I’m glad you find my embarrassment amusing,” Victor offered with a chuckle. “I’ll certainly make sure he keeps calling me at inopportune moments in order to make people around me laugh.” 

“Back at you Cammy Cat,” Fin returned, too used to to the nickname on others to resist the urge to alter it to fit the woman’s name. “So when you are leveling with cosmetic surgeons and leading the town in its latest instance of civil unrest, how are you spending your time?”

There was a smile across her lips at the nickname. Not minding it as she would’ve any other time. “ Well, usually I’d be touring or playing somewhere but for now I’m just taking a hiatus from singing and vising family in this old town. What about you? ”

Somehow Victor was able to keep himself from squealing in surprise when he heard a woman’s voice. When he was face-to-face with the blonde, an awkward smile reached his face. “Why? What kind of things would they be thinking?”