You’re Not a Monster, You’re a Werewolf

Remi couldn't describe the relief that flowed through them upon seeing their younger sister. Remi spun quickly towards the sound of her voice, wrapping their arms around Bowie and picking her up in a crushing hug. "Bow!" Remi set Bowie down gently on the ground. Suddenly growing sheepish under the chastising, rubbing the back of their neck. "I really meant to, but I kinda left my phone in my dates purse and we got separated. " Remi explained, the chaos and bloodshed of the masquerade still running through the back of their mind.

"Oh my god," she gasped as she was practically picked up by Remi - not expecting that big of an emotional reaction to her presence. But hey, she was one for the dramatics, she'd gladly take the other worrying over her like this. "That is the worst excuse I think I have ever heard - but knowing you it probably did happen," she snorted before rolling her eyes at the other's concern. "It's me, Rems, it takes a lot more than a little blood to scare me off. We've lived here our whole lives, this is nothing," she reassured them with a weak smile. "I'm not a kid, you know, you don't need to worry like this about me"

Codie saw the scene play out and raised her eyebrows - violence for violence's sake wasn't usually her bag but.. in this case it seemed like the guy deserved it. But when attention turns to her, she just shrugs and shakes her head. "Nope, uh, not my business."

Hurting her? No, he wasn't exactly, but he sure as hell was annoying her with his drunken-laden ideas. "I'm fine, and he'll be fine," she shrugged as she looked over at the brunette, happy to just be away from men even if it was just for a bit. "I promise I'm harmless, by the way, you can join me if you want"

"What? You think I was going to kill him or something?" she amusingly asked, knowing she may have done a lot of irrational things but she'd never even thought about venturing into murder - knowing Remi would kill her if they found out about it. At the offer of a drink or food, she had to admit she was somewhat surprised by it but she decided he was probably the owner or their family if they got say over that stuff. "Surprise me," she smiled as she hopped up on a barstool, looking back at him

He lights a cigarette with a raspy chuckle making way past his lips. She is wrong ⸻ it's the nun behind her. The one who lingers about whenever his fingertips are stained with weed. But he indulges her. "Yeah, very ugly." Truth. He laughs, full bodily and open, nudging her on the side as he takes a drag. "Well, I see them more often, don't I? I swear, they watch me shower. It's weird. Wanna a drag?"

"Wow so what you're saying is I've been ignoring you? Got it, I'll make sure to barge into your house more," she playfully hummed as she nodded, "of course I do, today's been shit and this guy at the bar couldn't take no for an answer. It was horrible, dude. You should've been there, though, I totally kicked his ass"

"It doesn't matter when it started, it all matters that the hunters went too far and now have to deal with the consequences of their actions. But knowing those idiots they're probably going to take it as a declaration of war or something to try and defeat all the supes here," she hypothesized with a shrug. "I dunno, this is just my two cents"

He throws his hands up in surrender. "Whoah, hey! Chill, I'm just coming over to make sure shit's okay." It's his first shift tending bar here, in this town full of werewolves and, apparently, if what Theo's told him, vampires and witches too, apparently. In fact, Raf still hasn't figured out if he's mad that all his memories of that party's crazy shit were stolen right out of his brain when they'd left. "You gotta bail, guy." He says to the other man, flipping his polishing rag over his shoulder, shaking his head, and thumbing towards the door. "You know that kinda shit doesn't fly here." The bouncer has found his way here by now and starts the arduous process of hauling the guy out, and Raf looks to Bowie. "You okay? Need me to call anybody? Sorry, I try to keep an eye out for people like that."

She huffed, mainly frustrated at the guy who seemed to not take no for an answer, and turned to the guy who came in her defense. "Yeah, I'm good, just worked up," she shrugged, mentally trying to calm herself down enough to where she didn't look like an asshole. Sticking her tongue out as the guy meekly walked out of the bar, she turned to the attempted 'knight in shining armor'. "You don't need to kick yourself, he's probably done this before"

Rolling her eyes, she doesn't even bother turning to the door -that hadn't been knocked- as she continues with her cooking. Having people barging in to her places was becoming a too common occurrence for her liking. "Don't you have like... your own alpha to annoy?." It was strange still, having a werewolf from a different pack feel so close to her. They were known to be territorial, after all, but this kid didn't seem to care at all. "I don't see how that's a win for me... I wasn't bored, if anything, I was enjoying the silence."

"You're more fun," she said as she looked up at Nic with a playful grin, almost as if she was a dog with a treat hanging in front of her. She sat up properly and looked at the other with a raised eyebrow. "You can play hard to get but I know you like me, Nic," she hummed, "and I think you like it when I'm here, you're just too prideful to admit it," she chuckled. "What are you cooking?"

001. open. late evening on the streets of port leiry.

She noticed someone stand next to her and while normally she'd say something or walk off she noted how cute the guy was and decided to humor him and stay by his side. She was weak for pretty faces and he definitely was one of the prettiest - that being something in a town filled with beautiful people. At his question, though, she couldn't help but laugh. "You do know what happened during that ball, right?" she asked, looking at him with a raised brow, "the hunters are probably gathering up weapons for their next attack"