#tobybelfront

Candice had only been reintroduced to her real family for a little over a month. Maybe the Belfronts were just welcoming to long lost family members; or maybe it was the pack mentality; or maybe it was the fact that she was a triplet. She viewed it as: they were just as crazy as she was. But, as was to be expected, she fit in best with the other two counterparts of herself. And today, they were getting into their usual shenanigans.

"Cal, just shut up, lock the damn place and let's go," Candy whined to the man upon whose back she was riding. Okay, so it was just an excuse for her to wrap her legs around him, but most people in town knew about Belfrontcest now; so why even lead with it anymore? "That would be a lot easier if you weren't squeezing me in the vice grip that is your perfectly toned legs," Cal told her, holding the door as Claire walked out behind them.

"You liked my vice grip last night," she winked to him before jumping down from his back and taking some of the bags that Claire carried. They were small bags (okay, most of them were small) and each held a different item from Cal's store; and all of these gifts were for Brett. 1. because they all were oddly obsessed with their cousin's blonde companion; and 2. because it was fun to watch Toby squirm and try to pry his pregnant girlfriend away from the three of them.

"Clairey," Candy said, leaning her head over onto her sister's shoulder, "Do you think we'll actually get past the door this time? Maybe if I distract him with my boobs..." She trailed off as Cal locked the door and then turned to face his sisters. "Oh, we're already set. I talked to Brett yesterday. She knows we're coming, he doesn't. The problem will be that he can hear us and smell us from a mile away."

It had probably been one of Toby Belfront's less than stellar ideas to give Poppy Garten permission to enter his house.

Yeah, maybe it had originally been because Poppy and his sister-daughter Kenna were biffles and he wasn't cruel enough to keep the two apart from each other. (Not to mention that Kenna probably would have just let Poppy in herself, so he'd only be stalling the inevitable.) But after letting the vampire stay for a few days because her family had thrown a complete hissy fit over one little round of death and re-birth, well... Toby might have found another vampire to add to his pack.

"Kenna? Hugo?  Tobs? Anybody home?" Poppy called out as she slipped through an open window (okay, it had taken a few jerks to pull it open, but the door was locked, how else was she supposed to get in??) and into Toby's living room. It might be barely ten pm, but where else was a teenage vampire to get a free drink, huh? Especially since Fangtopia wasn't gonna open for another couple hours, and like hell Poppy was going to waste a good outfit for nothing. 

"Yesss, perfect silence." The girl murmured to herself  with a small grin, going to grab one of her A Positive TruBloods from the fridge before settling down on Toby's couch and turning on the TV to some dumb reality show.

Henley had been out of town for a week and a half at a competition. She'd won, of course, but had there ever really been any concern about that? No. What she was concerned about, however, was her cousin's mental health. That then led her to be seriously concerned for Toby's well-being, because she was going to kick. his. ass.

She'd beaten Toby quite regularly for most of her life. And she'd told him that he was lucky that she'd only found out about him rejecting Brett after they'd ended up together. And it was during this same conversation that she'd told him that if he ever fucked over her cousin that she'd come for him while he slept and beat him till he was nice and purple and would take even his werewolf capabilities a while to heal him. In the sweetest way, of course. Because, she did love Toby. He was like the brother she never had. That she'd, ya know, slept with that one time a lifetime ago.

"No, no, I asked for..." Val let out a long sigh and brushed her golden curls back from her face, "You know what, leave the receipt and the bag in the kitchen and I'll return it tomorrow." The petite brunette's face that stood in front of Valencia became suddenly crestfallen as she turned and headed back out of town and towards the house that Val and some of her closest coven members shared. None of them actually could perform magic on their own - or at least not anything significant. 

Val turned and headed the opposite way, and into town. As she walked alone, she passed by a building under construction. Always being one to appreciate a male form, Val stopped to watch as they finished their work and began to head home. One, however, lingered far past the others. Even from here, Val knew the man was a werewolf. There had been a time in her life where that would have warranted his death; now, it warranted her attention and her desire to possess him.

After all but he had left, she wandered onto the construction site. Her blue eyes gazed around her, wondering what this shell of a building would become. But soon her eyes fell on the man she'd walked over here for. He'd seen, heard, or smelled her approach. She wondered if she smelled as divine to werewolves as she did to vampires. She sort of doubted it held the same allure. Maybe she smelled like cotton candy to him. That would be fun.

"You're the last one here," she said, a long fingered hand pressed to her hip as she leaned and gazed around them, "Guess that means you're farther up the ladder than the others, huh? Gotta make sure all the business is finished for the day." She wandered over to a table where blue prints were laid out. Her eyes took them in and then she smiled that undeniably sexy smirk of hers before turning to face him, "You should hire me. I'd have this up in a day. No, an hour."

She knew he probably found this funny. She probably weighed one hundred pounds soaking wet. And standing here in her boots, jeans, and sweater, she looked anything but handy. "Don't believe me?" she asked before raising a hand and setting everything around them into motion. Boards began to soar, nail guns put them into place. And within only a minute, she'd finished off the last half of the floor they'd been working on.