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We'll see how down and dirty when we get out there, won't we? Mirrors, though, mirrors are a favourite of mine, too.

[He smiles like someone telling an inside joke that no one else is in-on, as in his mind he's referencing his rather creepy ability to be summoned VIA blood and mirrors. Well, it might be worth a laugh in retrospect; for now, at least outwardly, it just seems like he's continuing the innuendo.

They get to the edge of town fairly quickly. The forest is pretty sparse here, but thickens if they run out farther. The car slows to a stop, but before getting out, Matthew's curling a couple of fingers under Drew's scruffy chin. Playfully,]

Come on, I've been waiting for you to pay up. Babe.

[The lounge isn't too far in, so it isn't hard for them to find Drew as cozy as he is with his MJ. Toby doesn't mind too much, but (NPC)-Natalie seems reserved, like she isn't used to recreational drug use or being around people who participate in it.]

Drew, this is Natalie. Natalie, Drew.

[Natalie moves forward, her expression meek as she approaches. Toby continues, his words directed toward Drew.]

Just a sip and she'll be on her way, and it'll be the two of us. Oh yeah, the meat lovers and whatever questions I had about references in your last text as well.

[He winks for the sake of assurance. Natalie, for her part, has a way of approaching these new feeding things with some degree of uncertainty and caution, but she knows how to drink her fill, not question Toby's instructions, and be on her way.]

Hell, I bet they are. [He gives Matthew a long and obvious look up and down in the confined space of the car.

He didn't note anything dubious about it, he just knew that between them the two of them had an almost sickening amount of self confidence.

Once they reach the edge of town Drew rolls down a window, not quite hanging his head out of it but instead leaning towards it and taking a deep breath, tasting the forest on the air. He'd been cooped up for a little bit too long recently and this was looking to be the release he needed.

It wasn't until he turns to grin back at Matthew that the fingers are suddenly at his chin and his smile widens, licking his lips.] And am I payin' for the pet names or the delivery?

[He glances up at the two of them and pulls himself into a more sitting position, the joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he stands, transferring it to his hand as he walks over to the two of them, first he grins at Natalie before he reaches for Toby, pulling the man into the one armed hug, pressing his face into the crook of the other man's neck and taking a deep breath before spinning away again with a grin.]

Damn you smell even better when I'm high and it ain't just the pizza. [He cracks the widest of grins, remembering even still that Toby had a boyfriend so that quick hug was all he could really abuse, high or not. When he's free of Toby though he gestures to the table for Tobias to be able to set them down before turning to Natalie.]

Hey, you. [Jerking his head in Toby's direction.] This one went ahead and made you somethin' new and excitin' then huh? [He takes a long drag on the joint in his hand as he considers her, surprisingly alert for someone who's quite clearly been smoking the afternoon away, he exhales up and away from her before grinning.] You hungry?

[Imagine Matthew, Drew, and Dorian in a room together. The world would hardly be able to hold up their combined cockiness.]

The pet names - well, one of them. We never negotiated a delivery charge, but I'm sure we'll think of something.

[Smirking, he takes the initiative and brings his lips to Drew's, a brief but deep kiss. It hardly lasts a moment before he starts to pull away to exit the car, eager to get running. He hasn't had anyone else to do this with for a very, very long time.]

[Natalie knows about Toby and Dorian; she had heard them on her first night at the apartment. So when Drew takes Toby into his arm, she reminds herself not to ask questions even though her mind doesn't stop wandering.

As for Toby himself, he hadn't expected to be snatched into Drew's arm, but he enjoys Drew's warmth on him, the way Drew's breath tickles his neck. Toby's smile borders on devilish as Drew releases him, and it's all he could do to hide his expression from Natalie. He almost expects Drew to smack his ass as he goes to put the pizza down as directed, and is actually somewhat disappointed when it doesn't happen.

The girl glances back and forth between Drew and Toby when the former grabs her attention. Immediately, she pouts; she isn't "you", she has a name, Toby had mentioned it. Still, she tries to hide her discomfort at the joint before answering Drew in a quiet voice.

Turning toward the girl, Toby says,]

Go on ahead. Don't be shy now. You're here to bite him, not the other way around.

[So Natalie tries to settle down and moves to start drinking when Toby turns to Drew with a smile.]

And be assured that if he does try anything, I'm right here. But relax—I don't think he will.

[ooc: feel free to describe Natalie's drinking as you wish.]

[It would explode, or a black hole would form. Something ridiculous would happen that would denote some kind of apocalypse.]

Oh yeah, babe? Looks like I'm rackin' up one hell of a bill. [He tilts his head as if inviting or challenging Matthew.] You better get thinkin'...

[Except then the other man's lips are pressed against his in the briefest of kisses that Drew hardly has the chance to taste him before he's slipping away. Drew can't help himself but clench a hand around the other man's wrist as if he'd hold him there before he shakes his head briefly and lets him go, moving to get out of the car himself with a sigh.]

[He reaches the joint out for Toby to take, worried he might drop it while she fed on him, watching the other man over the top of the young vampire's head.] Do me a favour and stub that out for me, man... can't go wastin' it when there's a really special flower inside.

[And it was true, there was the pervasive and almost citrus smell of Wolfsbane on the air underneath the regular stink of marijuana.

He felt kind of bad that he was ignoring Natalie and instead focuses all of his attention on her, giving her a wide smile as she approaches.] Come on Natalie, ignore this pain in the ass. I'm not gonna do anythin' nasty to ya... I'm a pacifist.

[And with that he bares his throat to her as she approaches, the twin fangs puncturing his throat the only sense of pain as he takes in a sharp breath. Then there was the familiar pull of blood being sucked from his body, it was always strange if not slightly nice. Especially when he was stoned, it felt like he could feel something leaving him and flowing into her, some energy or life force. He closes his eyes with a small smile and leaves her to it as she drinks.]

[He smirks back over his shoulder at Drew as the charming, scruffy werewolf tries to keep him longer. With a sly grin:]

Careful, I'm not so sure you want me getting creative. Babe.

[But as soon as he's released, he continues out of the car. As soon as both doors close, the driver slowly peels away, without a word or glance back at them.

Matthew walks into the forest several meters before he shrugs off his coat, tossing it against a tree, even though it looks quite expensive. He sets to unbuttoning his shirt and makes quick work of it, tossing it where he'd left the coat. The trees are fairly sparse, here, but it's also pretty far outside of town; clearly he isn't too concerned about the safety of his belongings.

He hadn't really checked to make sure Drew was following until now. He lets his eyes roam quite blatantly along Drew's body, whatever state of dress or undress he's in.]

Have you ever met a shifter that wasn't a werewolf?

Edited 2015-08-11 02:53 (UTC)

Hey I'm a fan of creative types, starvin' artists and all that.

[Which was true, he was a big old hippy after all. In fact it was pretty much a dead cert that his apartment back home featured some very weird art deco pieces that'd been salvaged from a junk-yard or two.

He's a little less delicate about stripping, the moment he'd got out of the car he was throwing clothes off. It was the good thing about having dressed comfortably. Within seconds he's completely nude, walking out of his sweatpants and jogging on the spot.]

Sure. I've met a couple of hot as hell were jaguar twins from down in the Americas... all sorts of things come out of the woodwork when y'work in a were bar.

Twins, huh? Now there's a fun way to get creative. [His voice sounds almost absent as he's certainly not looking at Drew's face. It takes him a moment to resume his own stripping once he gets the complete view of his werewolf companion. Sure, they'd been quite naked together before, but not in this casual way where he had all this time and distance to admire the body before him.

Unable to bite back his grin, he pulls off his suit pants and underwear. He finds the jogging cute, but doesn't do it himself; just watches, standing there with a hand on his hip.]

Alright. Let's do this. Count of three?

[He just grins nice and wide. Drew was barely looking at Matthew mostly because it was impolite to stare at someone mid conversation, even if they were naked. Drew himself spent a hell of a lot of time naked casually around other people so it was no big stretch for him to seem pretty blasé about the whole thing.

He does step a little closer to Matthew when he's naked though, nudging against him ever so slightly.]

Gonna take me more than a couple seconds to switch but three sounds good. [And now he was already psyching himself up to change, the glow in his eyes getting brighter by the second.]

[Matthew has never been a terribly polite person. He matches Drew's grin in a knowing sort of way, casually moving his hand to graze Drew's hip.]

I won't take off without you. Then again, between you and me, I might need a head-start.

[He steps back just a little; he's never witnessed a werewolf shift, but figures a bit of distance might do him well. He takes a split second to be fascinated by those glowing eyes before he counts down:]

One ... two ... three.

[Matthew's own shift is not instant, but it is sudden. In the same moment of time, his skin darkens to black and his limbs shrink and contort; it takes almost no time at all before his body has gone from attractive, scarred-up Matthew Lin to an unsettlingly large house-cat. That is, large for a cat; he can't weigh more than 15 or 16 pounds. He's black, hairless and wrinkled, with a long, rat-like tail and exaggerated claws. But most striking and ugly of all are the three pairs of yellow eyes, aligned vertically, making six in total. They blink out of sync with one another, as Matthew the Cat (Catthew, one might say) now stands much shorter than before, looking up at Drew as the werewolf presumably completes his own shift.]

Y'probably might. [He grins nice and wide, even among his pack Drew was well known for his speed rather than his strength. Then again he didn't know what to expect from Matthew once the two of them had shifted.

He takes a step away from Matthew and turns away completely. His skin seems to ripple as a loud growl bordering on a cry of pain is torn from his throat, dropping him to his knees as the familiar cacophony of pops and snaps begins, the werewolf's bones breaking themselves apart only to be knitted together again. A light sheen of sweat covers his face as he groans loudly again, his jaw pulling apart and elongating into a muzzle. It was painful and grotesque to watch but once he's done a humongous wolf turns around to be greeted by the cat, its head tilting to the side in confusion and something close to challenge.

That was not a normal cat at all and the wolf was, well, suspicious.]

[Drew's shift is quite a sight to see, altogether more physical, in a sense, where Abduxel's has a more magical quality lubricating the nasty parts of re-shaping bone and sinew.

Once the wolf faces him, the cat is tense, but only as a precaution; he doesn't know Drew well, he doesn't know werewolves well, and while he can shapeshift quickly, he's at an immense size disadvantage. His whole head could probably fit in Drew's mouth without much trouble - if Drew were ever inclined to eat something as strange-looking as him.

He stands there, tail slowly shifting from side to side.

If he were a man, Drew would see him smiling slyly as he slowly comes to understand the uncertainty that the wolf is communicating; he isn't quite adept enough at canine body-language to narrow it right down to suspicion, but he knows how he looks. Other shifters in his world would know he wasn't really one of them immediately - not entirely, anyway, not anymore.

The cat's ears pitch forward in curios attentiveness, which wrinkles his ugly little forehead. And then he makes that high-pitched, rumbling happy noise that cats are wont to make: mrrr.

Even that sounds a little weird. Like there's five or six cats making the noise at once. But, still, it manages to be a little cute.]

[Toby steps back to watch after having taken the joint. If it weren't for that odd and distinctive scent just beneath that of marijuana, he might've wanted to take a drag himself. But that, combined with Drew's words were warning enough, and so he properly stubbed the joint out for the werewolf to smoke later.

Then he watches the pair of them before focusing on Drew, how good he looks with his head tilted back and that beautifully blissful expression on his face. Toby feels his mouth watering but manages to stay quiet and wait as Natalie goes about her business. He'll have his turn soon enough.

Once Natalie's drunk her fill, she laps up any runoff blood and quietly thanks Drew before slipping away to get herself cleaned up. Toby places the joint down within Drew's reach before fussing over Natalie, who soon enough thanks Drew and goes her own way. After she's shut the door after herself, Toby turns to Drew before smiling fondly and shaking his head.]

So... is it pizza time now?

[Drew can't help it, there's a noise reverberating from his own chest that's a lot less one of pleasure on one of confusion, bordering on aggression. It was completely the wolf rather than Drew himself, a little unsavoury moment of instinct as he stands there with his teeth bared, the growl rumbling out of his throat.

It takes him a couple of seconds to kick his own head into gear, switching from instinct to self control as he takes a breath in, the ever present spicy smell that hung around Matthew assaulting him and reminding the werewolf this man was a friend, even if his shape-shifted form seemed to be the kind of thing one would have a hard time associating as an ally.

Drew finally backs off, pulling up into a less aggressive stance and cutting that growl short with a whine. He had to remember that even if there was something sinister about Matthew's form, the man behind it was still nice enough. His head cocks to the side though in an expression that was almost a question.]

[His ears flick back a little and his tail lashes as Drew makes that noise, his weight shifting backwards onto his hind legs where he stands, in case he needs to make a desperate bid for freedom. He reflects on how risky an idea this was, and resists the urge to back away as Drew sizes him up. No need to make this look worse than it is - or, rather, too confirm it's as evil an omen as the wolf seems to detect.

Then, his posture relaxes when Drew's does. His eyes blink asynchronously in response to the wolf cocking its head, with a feline silence.

Matthew the cat then drops his upper body in a dog-like pose of play, wiggling, yellow pupil-less eyes gleaming up at Drew. Lighten up, let's run.]

[When Natalie is done Drew breaks the connection with her, taking a step back but smiling warmly down at her. Within moments she's leaving and he gives her a quick no problem after her thanks. After that he throws himself down on the sofa and pats the space beside him, a hand reaching out for the joint as he pulls a lighter from his sweatpants pocket.]

That depends, just how hungry are you right now? [Because he could eat Pizza but he wasn't starving just yet, but if Toby was about to chow down Drew would need to fill himself up on something to avoid passing out.

He was practically melting into the sofa though, one foot curled up beneath him as he waited for Toby to settle beside him.]

[He understood that body language a lot better than he understood the visual form of the cat and his jaw hangs low, tongue lolling out and showing a much more relaxed picture in comparison to the tense moment the two of them had shared a moment before. He makes a yipping noise not unlike a bark before nodding his muzzle up and down in agreement- it certainly was playtime now.]

[The cat strafes right and left a bit, playfully, before he bounds off in one direction. He's unnaturally fast for a cat, but even simply by the sheer length of Drew's legs he will be easily overtaken. He dashes wildly into the forest, dodging around trees and foliage, under logs and hopping "cutely" over small obstacles.]

[Drew hadn't expected Matthew to go bounding off like that so its no surprise when the werewolf is suddenly bounding after the cat, it wasn't as fast as he could go, but then again he'd barely shown anyone here his speed yet. He got the idea people would be less up for the fun of it if they found out he could move faster than most eyes could trace.

He was a lot less cute about his actions though, trailing through the under bush like a mad man, his claws kicking up dirt as he went. It felt nice, liberating, to be outside under the stars even as the moon got fuller as the days went by.]

[The quiet cat runs through the brush, barely disturbing it, followed by the crashing, enormous wolf.

Whether he slows or Drew speeds, he ends up alongside the wolf, and the two of them frolicking looks like something out of a Brothers Grimm dark fairy-tale.]

I can be patient. So, it'll be all right.

[Indeed, he's not exactly in dire need to feed right this moment, even if he is a little hungry and salivating. Though that may have been because he was watching Natalie. And because Drew looked so very good while the fledgling fed.

Toby responds to the werewolf's unspoken invitation by taking a seat on the sofa, settling and even leaning against Drew's side, practically nuzzling him. Plucking up the joint between his fingers and delivering it to Drew, ]

There's a special flower in it, you'd said—what is it?

Good. [He grins and takes the joint from Toby, sparking it up, sucking in one huge breath, his free foot moving so that it was slung over Toby's lap and the werewolf was curled up in the corner of the sofa.

His eyes close slightly as he holds his breath for a few seconds, exhaling upwards towards the sealing with a groan, his free hand moves round to card through Toby's hair, it was pretty clear that while he smoked boundaries and politeness had become a thing of the past. His eyebrows knit together as Toby asks that question, tilting his head to the side and contemplating both the vampire and the joint.]

Its wolfsbane...

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