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“ Do you have some aversion too drinking in the safety of your own home?” Syphon asked caring in a couple of chairs from the patio outside. He didn’t have to worry about full moon and where wolves in the fae realm. It was so monotonous. The whole werewolf curse of it all. Regardless, he didn’t have an intention of being stuck out in the middle of the fray, while a bunch of wild beast were running about. Though, it did  sound like a wicked time if he thought long about it. 

     As much as Kendra liked a little risk from time to time, even she knew that being out in the middle of a full moon was a stupid move. She didn’t trust the hotel’s locks, which reminded her - she really needed to start looking for her own place soon - so she had volunteered to stay later and lock up the fitness center, her safe haven for the night. She was just about to lock up the front entrance when she noticed a figure in the parking lot and before she could assess how foolish of an idea it was, she opened the door a crack, trying to determine if it was a face she recognized. “Hey! Excuse me! Did you need somewhere to lock up until morning?”

He took a pull from the cigarette hanging for his lips. He wasn’t particularly worried about the full-moon . Or the creatures that were no doubt running about in the woods. It was rare to see the wolves in towns on the deserted streets, though that wasn’t to say that they could or wouldn’t pop up. He was meant to pick up a friend that was supposedly at the fitness center. But as he saw the lights start to go out, he had pulled out his phone to call. That was until the woman spoke up. “You’re sweet to ask... but no I’m just waiting on a friend of mine.” He said throwing her a wink as he brought the phone up to his ear. “Is he still inside? Ive been waiting for 40 minutes the the dickhead still hasn’t come out.”  They definitely  were going to get an ear full when he did finally show his face. 

Syphon was going about his business. Not a care in the world, not even a plot to cause a little trouble . Heading into work like the rest of the mundanes  that filled this town. When he was suddenly accosted, why were werewolves so fucking paranoid? What could they possibly have that a being like himself would want... well aside from something that required fewer articles of clothing. Rolling his eyes he looked up at the other, noting the glow of red in her eyes. He would have been content to just let it go, make a halfhearted joke; until she barked an order at him. He’d walked this realm and others longer than she's been alive. The normal jovial look in his face gone, “What your tone with me mutt.” His own temper rising, the tips of his fingers tingling as his magic started to generate there. “ You have till I get to five to let me go, and I’ll forget your momentary slip in your sanity.” 

“Uh hi…: Valentina said as the door in front of her opened. She normally didn’t rely on others for help, but once the downpour started, it seemed like she really didn’t have a chance. “Sorry to intrude and I know it’s weird but can I hide out from the storm here a bit?” she asked knowing it was a long shot. “I totally understand if you want me to kick rocks..I don’t really have anywhere else to go…” @bartonstart​

God not a stray. Didn’t anyone have a home anymore, or at the very least didn’t she have a pack. Syphon open the door in nothing but a silk smoking  robe he believed that was what they called them.  Given the late hour he wasn’t really in the mood to get dressed. Sitting in front of the fire place, making the flames dance with a glass of gin in hand. A perfect night, or at least it was. Granted, she looked like a wet puppy standing there...dripping all over his porch. “ I suppose it would be unkind of me to leave you out there, wait here.” He said putting his drink in her hand; disappearing into his home only to return seconds later with a clean fluffy white robe. Gingerly placing the robe around her shoulders. Syphon took his drink back, “ Come in pup, “ he paused turning back towards her. “ - Shoes off please, I don’t care for puddles in my home.” 

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“ That depends, “ a smirk graced his lips. “ You wouldn’t happen to have an extra cigarette for me would you.”  Syphon didn’t make it a habit of smoking not, not that it would have a negative effect on him one way or the other. He just liked how it looked, the way the smoke drifted out through the orifice. The scent of tobacco was oddly satisfying to him. Most fascinating was the fire it held. The heat the burned the paper and dried leaves. The orange, reddish tinge when you breathed it in. There was little about this place that he liked with the exception of fire. It reminded him of home. Where they were all meant to be, not mingling with mortals and lesser creatures. Not when he and his ilk were worshiped like gods among the mortals.  Now he was missing home, frowning. He caught sight of the picture in her hand. “Why do you have a picture of Dorian Grey?Where you his patron?” Though they would share drinks together there was so much about Lorelei he didn’t know. He found her fascinating though he was sure she viewed him as a mild annoyance - perhaps more so now. No matter, it didn’t dampen his own curiosity.