Do it right

When: 16 September 2025

Everett had seen Kenzo several times since the Gala back in June. All of them had been new and wonderful. The week before had found them at a club Everett had never been to before and didn’t know if he’d have ever had the courage to go into without Kenzo.

The relationship had been purely physical, and Everett didn’t know that either of them wanted much more than that when it really cam down to it…but…Everett had never quite gotten around to giving Kenzo back the chain he had stolen the night they had met so, earlier that morning….

( text - K ⛓ ) : hey ( text - K ⛓ ) : meet me at Impala sometime today ( text - K ⛓ ) : I think I might have something you want

Now Everett was sitting here, slightly away from a crowd of people who had come to take in some of the park’s latest street art, putting the finishing touches on a board he had finished painting this morning.

When he saw Kenzo approaching, he put up a hand to wave him over. “I don’t even know if I asked if you skated but...” and Everett flipped the board over to reveal the bottom of the skateboard, a bunch of interwoven chains on a black background, each chain highlighted with neon pink, one chain in particular was more real than the others, “…I didn’t think you’d mind.” He smiled, nicely, but maybe with just a little hint of goad.

Everett had been rather vague about the time but Kenzo had never been a particularly patient person, Waverly knew that probably better than anyone else. So he had parted for the park sooner rather than later, a grin stretching his lips at the sight of Everett already waiting for him.

"You didn't and I don't but how hard can it be, right?." He shrugs, the grin still on his lips as he lets his eyes run up and down the other, before his eyes settled on the skateboard, a whistle leaving her lips. "Damn look at you going all artsy on me, now I feel like shit not bringing anything in return." He walks closer, looking at the skateboard before looking up at Everett with a smirk. "Maybe a kiss will do, or who knows, something more."

It was an exercise in observational skills. Get into a non-neutral location that is still fairly safe, take a look around, try to work on picking up the signs that someone was supernatural, don’t draw too much attention to himself, and leave. Just because a hunter can get tattoos that will tell them the difference doesn’t mean they should rely on them. 

Verbena charm on a silver chain around the neck, knife tucked away in his boot to hopefully not get any use throughout the night, and a silver pair of knuckles in his jeans pocket. That’ll have to do. Whatever sort of guy might be able to pull off walking around with a full set of silver rings and make it look like it’s a fashion choice instead of a self defense thing, Sammy wasn’t one of them. 

Eyes on the crowd. A drink might help him blend in, something non-alcoholic so he could keep a clear head. This pretty clearly wasn’t his usual scene, but the guy behind the bar fit right in, enough that it almost took Sammy a second for it to click where he recognized him from. That was Everett’s werewolf.

It probably didn’t count for the exercise to recognize someone he already knew was a werewolf instead of picking it up from whatever signs he was supposed to be using, but he was going to add that to the list anyways. He leaned on the bar, unwilling to sit down and make it look like he was going to stay there. “Can I just get a rum and coke without the rum?”

His attention is drawn to the guy reaching the bar, looking like he belonged everywhere but here. He looked awkward, in a cute way and Kenzō walked closer with a smirk on his lips, shamelessly looking him up and down. He waited, patiently for the order and couldn't help but chuckle when it finally reached his ears.

"Oh no no, that won't do." He answered amusedly. "Alcohol free? on my watch? No, can't do." Walking closer, he rested his arms on the bar so he could lean forward, looking at the other. "Come on, can't be coming to a club like this and not try to have a little fun... how about..."

Pausing, he took a moment to continue, looking at the guy with an almost studious look on his eyes. "... How about... I make you a proper rum and coke and I can even promise to go nice and easy on the rum? I'll make it good for you."

“At least if you’re begging I know I’m pulling you in the right direction.” His smile finally bloomed as he released his grip.

What was happening…

Everett gulped nervously as the man, instead of hurling another jest, leaned into his jab as if he wanted Everett to be the one that walked him, “I…” a nervous tongue went out to wet his lips, “weren’t you… weren’t we….you certainly would look good..”

Oh my god Everett, Pull yourself together.

He closed his mouth and took a deep breath before leaning slightly forward, “You know, you could’ve just asked nicely.” He remarked, lifting his hand to yet again mess the chains around the mans neck from where he had just fixed them. He then let a slight grin touch the corner of his mouth, “I’m Everett.” He look expectantly into the eyes of the stranger.

"But where's the fun in that?." He answered, taking a step closer as his eyes drifted down to the hand playing with his chains once more. Yeah, Kenzō definitely wouldn't mind being tugged and lead around by him. "Kenzō." He looked back up, meeting Everett's eyes. He's forgotten why he even approached in the first place, but it didn't matter. This was better anyway. "Are you gonna make me beg or... was that enough for asking nicely?."

A light smile touched Everett’s lips, after everything that had happened tonight, he hadn’t expected to have a fashion slap down but he certainly wouldn’t turn around. Especially as he saw a group of giggling visitors looking on from behind this man.

“My spine might be steeled but at least I’m not you, begging to be lead with all those chains around your neck.” Everett reached up to rub a finger along one of the numerous necklaces the man had around his neck.

He grins then. "Hot." Shrugging as he runs a hand through his hair, the other fixing the necklace. "I can be lead all around, at least I'd make for a fine eye candy."

When Waverlys footing found the ground again, so did reailty slowly start to come back. How they were sepereated, the strain of their own relationship, her turning. " You were scared? I was fucking terrified dude." Waverly exclaimed smacking his shoulder good naturally. Reassuring herself with every touch that he was real and not some weird witch illusion meant to fuck with the werewolf's mind. "Shit youre really here. I thought you were…" Cloudy memories of that fateful full moon swam behind Waverly eyes. She had been certain that Kenzō had been dead but here he was. How did she explain what had happened. "But im here, youre here. Im always fucking hot. Your scruffy ass cleaned up nice tonight."

"I'm here with my pack." Waverly started slow, fidgeting with her hands. The admittance felt like a betrayal. It had always been the two of them against the world." Lihuén, she found me in the woods the next morning after everything. What about you? what are you doing here?"

He laughs, nodding because it's true and she is and he moves a step back, looking down at his clothes with a smile on his lips, raising his eyebrows at her playfully. "I look fine, don't I?" He twirls, showing the whole outfit to her, still smiling.

He nods, reaching out with a hand to stop her fidgeting. "Your pack? That's awesome Wave, like... look at you, just as long as you don't like... shut me out." He can't help the slight insecurity seeping into his voice, the way he shrugs a shoulder almost sinking into himself. "I'd like to meet this Lihuén of yours though, so I can thank her for saving my baby sis... but yeah, I'm ---well I kinda got into a pack too? It was all very long words and talks and Avi talks a lot, but he's cool, he and this chick Flick dressed me up, huh?."

She walks in like she owns the place, though internally she feels more out of place than she ever has. On any other occasion, Saira would be following her parents closely, engaging in conversation with whatever boring, rich old man they wanted to impress that day, she would then be finally excused and allowed to spend time with Avi or Yasmin until the cycle repeated.

But today she was alone. She had made the decision to leave her family/s pack behind, and since she wasn't ready to make the announcement she joined Harford instead, that meant Saira was a lone wolf for all intents and purposes. It was scary... and thrilling. A smile forced its way into her lips as much as she tried to hold it back.

Saira could feel the many eyes on her. That wasn't new, but she felt different — more exposed maybe. She didn't know most of those people or what they wanted from her, and in that moment she only saw two options: run and hide, or face them head on. She chose the second option. Saira locked eyes to one of the people staring at her and walked straight towards them, "I saw you looking," she spoke with newly developed confidence, "So, are you going to get me a drink or what?"

He hadn't meant to stare, at least not like... linger, admittedly he had gotten a little lost in his own head, trying to ignore the suffocating presences around him, and trying to pinpoint a familiar scent. It was hard, around so many people, but he was sure it was his sister's... he just needed to find her. "Oh! oh... yeah sure, I can do that." He smiled all charming, she was beautiful, after all.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to like... gawk like a creep, but you're like... fine, like fine fine." He commented easily, turning to the coming waiter to snatch two drinks from the trail. He wasn't sure what it were, but at least neither smelt like blood, and that was a win on his books. "I'm Kenzō, pleasure to meet you."