It was an unfortunate reality of Echo's life at this point that she was fairly used to talking to the police. As a doctor, she spent a lot of time around cops and as a member of a werewolf pack...well, let's just say that the NOLA police didn't love their loud parties. She was the most respectable of the pack, the one with the adult job and the clean cut image. That made her the mom of the group, a role that she simultaneously loved and loathed. She shot a smile to the detectives as she walked away before her face dropped, shaking her head. "Oh, someone's in trouble," the wolf growled. @heathenstarters
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He was tempted to write off the man lingering on the edges of the dance floor as just one of the more weary attendees of the event. The ball has well been under way, and Echo couldn’t entirely blame him from growing tired of the elegant yet itchy attire and the stuffy, formal, atmosphere. However, as he truly notices the other’s attire, a rather flattering mix of red and gold Echo couldn’t help but wonder if he knows him. If although he wears a different mask now, that he is the same masked man he’s worked with before. Hence, growing a bit tired of the event himself, he decides to take a chance.
Clad in simple black and suit, there are little accents that give it flair, a red tie and a white and purple mask. The half mask is a bit more revealing than his usual full face mask but it couldn’t be helped in this situation - the damn ball would only allow half masks. At least he managed to include some of the colors of his usual mask. “You don’t what?” Echo replies with an amused chuckle. “Dance? I have a feeling that’s a common excuse here. But that’s alright. I can’t say I’m much of a dancer either. But for me it’s either dance with a handsome stranger or make myself look like an absolute glutton by lingering by the refreshments table. As someone who surely by now has ate their own weight in crackers and cheese I felt as though a dance was in order.” He pauses to flash him a reassuring smile. “And if it makes you feel any better, if I step on your toes you have my permission to step on mine. Fair is fair.”
the bar is crowded come 9pm, which is exactly how she likes it because that meant lots of tips. or at least so long as she made drinks faster and better than the other bartenders, allowing for more people to come to her than the rest of them. a busy night was nothing new for them. nor was the crowd - college kids, tourists, bachelor party. you always could tell who the one was that was getting married. and who was actually going to make it down the aisle and who probably wouldn’t make it down the isle or marriage would last long. she had served him and his mates, keeping an eye on their drinks to see if she needed to start making more of them. she even saw as the bachelor’s phone rang and he walked off but stopped paying attention as another customer came up to her. as one of the bartenders returned behind the bar, she stepped away to take her break outside in the alley at the side of the bar. echo hadn’t expected for anyone out there, or that he realized she was there as he hung up the phone and slammed his fist into the wall. “ whoa easy-- “ her hand instinctively coming to rest against the top of his arm as she saw it draw back again.
“Hey, don’t drink all of the damn bottle,” Dylan mumbled, leaning over onto Echo, grabbing the alcohol from her hands. He gave her a disapproving look, shaking his head as he rested it on her shoulder. “We have to save some for the other two. Even if they are running late.” However, he couldn’t keep the straight face as he leaned away and lifted the bottle to his lips. At her look, he just gave a shrug before swallowing. He barely even felt the sting as it went down his throat. “What? C’mon, you know they’ve got some alcohol with them.” The four of them had grown into the habit of getting together, drinking too much, and making choices that most people would regret. But none of them really did. It was hard to explain the dynamic that the group formed, but Dylan didn’t want to question it. He found himself growing comfortable with them, no matter how messed up they were, considering he was just as much of a mess. And maybe that’s why it worked so well. “If they ever get here, that is.” Tonight he just wanted to drink some with his friends, to forget about the actual problems he’d have to deal with in the morning, so he lifted the bottle again to his lips as he looked out into the night.
Turning her attention away from Dylan, who was already taking another swig from the bottle, Echo let out a dramatic sigh as she looked out into the city. The site of the city was becoming a bit too familiar to her by now. But she didn’t find herself growing bored like she normally did or wanting to run away from people who thought they could change her. She found people who were fine with her lifestyle and didn’t complain every time she did something reckless. They were her kind of people, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt her to stay a bit longer than she normally did. So she just smiled when she noticed Charlie’s artwork on a building a few blocks over and elbowed Dylan in the side as she pointed. “Told you, this place has the best fucking view in the city.” Hearing footsteps, Echo turned her head in the direction, a smile appearing on her lips as the world blurred slightly around her friends. “Well, well - look who finally decided to join us.” Her arms expanded, motioning the world around them, as she turned back to face the city. “And welcome to the roof top with the best view. Curtsey of Echo, of course. And technically to the guy who showed it to me but I don’t remember his name so he gets zero credit.”
Even though Echo wasn’t the type to get nervous before meeting people - in fact, meeting people was the main thing that entertained her - she couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious as she strolled into the band’s practice. After all, their music was practically impossible to escape. She heard one in some random bar in the middle of Utah, heard it again as it blared through the cab speakers in Nevada, and then got to hear it live in California when she snuck into their show. What? She wasn’t above the idea of being a groupie. She had planned to hook up with a few people at a bar after the show, but somehow the guitarist, Oliver, stumbled right into her. It only took a few minutes for him to be intrigued by her and a week later she found herself being invited to their band practice. Oliver’s arm was hooked around her waist as her arm was lazily looped around his shoulder as they walked in, the band looking up from whatever activity they were doing before they entered the room. Lifting her chin a bit higher, Echo figured she’d introduce herself instead of letting him doing it for her. “What’s up, strangers? This one here is letting me crash your practice today.”
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There wasn’t more than twenty or so dollars shoved in her backpack, but if she played her cards right she hoped that the drinks would end up costing her nothing. Drunk people tended to be helpful to her and Echo knew that she could be very convincing. Even if that plan failed, it wouldn’t be hard to slip out without anyone finding her. With an over dramatic sigh, the brunette fell into the stool at the bar before leaning against it to get the bartenders attention. “Hit me with the best you’ve got, I need it.” She flipped her hair behind her shoulder, looking up at him with a smile. “Preferably something strong, handsome.” Her hands tapped lightly on the bar as she moved her attention from the male as she looked around the place. If she was going to get through a few nights in this town it looked like she might need alcohol every night for some excitement. It was already late and she wasn’t feeling like making a bed on some bench around town - no, she wanted some place slightly comfortable to lay her head. The people in the bar looked sketchy, but those were always her favorite type of people. Fun stories happened that way. Maybe she could end up bumming on one of their couches, but she figured she might try her luck with the boy around her age that was getting her drink. “Hey, stranger - do you know of any places where I can stop for the night? Preferably not a motel with some creepy lobby boy.”
Standing on the side of the road, thumb sticking out proudly in the direction of the cars, Echo almost gave up on the hitch-hikers technique. If all else failed, she could simply keep walking along the road until she arrived at some place that served food. She didn’t have a certain destination mind, after all. However walking long distances always tired her and she figured if she could get a lift, it’d just make life easier for her. The sound of tires approaching her caught her attention but by the time the vehicle pulled up she didn’t have time to see who was in it. “Hey there, stranger,” she called out loudly, knocking on the window that was slightly tented so she couldn’t see inside of, “mind if I catch a ride? I promise that I’m practically harmless.”
what → There's nothing quite like seeing your dead sister again when you stop by one of your pseudo father's clubs to fix a security problem.
It still felt strange, to think that River was actually alive. Or, well. Something like alive, at least. Perhaps more like a zombie, was the proper phrasing, but zombies weren't sentient beings, and River was... she was still River. She didn't crave human flesh, she was capable of normal conversation, she didn't try to eat him when he had hugged her tightly the last time he'd seen her. She even upheld her end of text conversations -- better than she had when she'd been alive, sometimes, as a matter of fact.
So he called her alive, though he didn't think that was actually a good phrase for what she was. He didn't know what the phrase should be, but alive, that didn't strike properly with him. Still, he wasn't going to stay away, not now that he knew she was still there. Even as bitter as he was that he had spent months grieving, that he had gone as far as to get along with Dave despite their constant want to bicker, he couldn't keep away. It wasn't as though she had asked to come back anyway. And, well. To put it frankly, he missed her.
Which was why he'd told Theo a little white lie -- so the security system was fine, what the meerkat didn't know wouldn't hurt him -- and made his way out to the Blood Bank, asking a couple of dancers where his sister was before finding her in the back himself. Clearing his throat to announce his arrival before he came up on her unaware -- given his talent for scaring dancers this past couple days, he figured the warning was a good idea -- he leaned against the doorway to the break room, offering her a quick grin.
"What've you got on your plate today?" he questioned, referring to her shift and what Violet was expecting of her that day. "If you're not working, or if your shift is light, we should talk. Theo thinks I'm in to fix the security system again, so I've gotta do a quick check of that, but if you're free after, I'll buy you dinner?" He'd never asked if she ate, he realized; he knew next to nothing about this at all, except that she was back and he could have conversations with her again.
Maybe he should have asked her that before offering food.
