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KENLEY.

“And I’m tougher then I look. I do break all my bones when I transform – you’re probably afraid to just break a nail.” He quipped, all too knowingly. “Flattery will be a failed attempt at getting me to leave by the way but it was a nice thought. I’ll hold back on the thanks for now.” Taking a few sips of his beer casually. A chuckle managing to escape at her excuse for pity. “Not always. There are some lone wolves. But hey I hear the library has a new copy of Werewolves 101 if you want to do some research.” Kenley mused, his own attempt at being cheeky. “Not bored just making the most of whatever this is. But hey if you tell me some dog joke that I haven’t already heard I might just make all your dreams come true and leave.”

“Ouch, doesn’t that hurt? I hear many of you wolfies complaining about how it’s the most excruciating pain you could ever fathom. Poor things.” Taking another sip, Celia held her glass by her side, tilting her head at the guy before her. “Oh, I’m sincere. I never lie. I mean if you’re going to so desperately seek out getting to know me, you should know that first and foremost. I may have eternity but I don’t waste my time with dishonesty. You’re welcome to take my compliments however you please, doll. I mean, everything’s subjective, right?” An amused laugh escaped her lips as she arched her brow, nodding now. “You know I would but, I don’t really spend too much of my time on your species. I have much better things to attend to.”

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MILA.

Mila slowly arched her brows at the brunette’s words, not sure whether she was being serious or not – and also not sure whether it was the wisest idea to share a booth with her. “Really?”, she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because if you so desperately want me to, I’ll go.”

“Look, honey, I said it’s fine, that means it’s fine. If you’d rather leave, you’re welcome to as well, I won’t stop you. I, for one, don’t mind sharing the space so long as you’re not invading it with expected company or whatever. If you’re solo, we’re good.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#mila lucero

PETRA.

“Ah yes,” She grinned, running a hand through her light blonde hair. “I’ve decided to switch ip my appearance, even if only for a little bit.” Keeping a low-profile wasn’t exactly Petra’s speciality, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. “I’m sure I can… You’re one of the only ones I like.” She chuckled quietly, a small shake to her head. “I’ve been well. Dreading being in this town, but other than that fine. And yourself? You’ve not changed much. Your fashion sense only gets better.”

“Well, it’s certainly doing you favours. But who am I kidding, you’re always stunning.” And that wasn’t a suck up by any means, nothing but pure and utter sincerity. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, you’re my favourite original. Don’t tell the others.” The brunette’s features light up entirely as she offers the blonde a smile. “Well, it certainly hasn’t progressed as far as the rest of the world, has it? Why are you back? —Thank you, darling. Got to keep up with the times, but always maintain modesty. Fashion these days.. I’ve been well, running Inspyre. If there’s anything the town here needs, it’s designer.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#petra dragovic

RUBY.

Ruby watched as the woman slid into the Mel’s booth and intimidated the customer she was serving into leaving. She strode up to the newly populated table. “Are you here to actually order something? Or do you just enjoy driving off weak?”

Celia chuckled, eyes lighting up in utter amusement as she lifts her gaze to meet the other’s. “Both, actually. But since I’ve already preyed on the weak enough today, what do you have to offer me? A menu? Specials?”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#ruby manette

KENLEY.

“If that was respect, I would hate to see what really happens when someone pushes your buttons long enough.” Almost taking that his cue to do so. “–You know, I’m torn between calling you Cruella or Barbie because I am starting to think you would even sweat fake.” He stated right back easily. “I’ve dealt with a lot of insanity, you aren’t that special for me to give you such satisfaction. So – I guess you’re stuck with me.” Eating another fry carelessly. But this time making that extra effort to chew louder then what was considered normal. A proud smile he almost wore. “It’s a whole lot better then the smell of rotting flesh. Is that why you wear whatever this ensemble you’ve got going on, to distract people that you’re actually dead? I imagine you frequent those tanning salons too. To give yourself a little bit of color. ”

“Well, if you’re not too careful, you might just find out. But something tells me that’s exactly what you’re going for. I will warn you, it isn’t pretty. I’m a little more.. devilish than I look.” Another chuckle escapes her lips, thankful as she brings her glass of red to her lips, curious eyes peering over at the other. “You know, I like you. You’re smart. You’ve got bite. Rare to see these days but it makes you far more interesting than most of your kind. Although, I shouldn’t speak too negatively of you puppies considering I’m well acquainted with several of your relatives. Or, whatever it is — pack, right? Werewolves travel in packs, that’s right. —Gosh, you must be bored to battle it out verablly with me. I almost feel sorry for you.”

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LUKE.

Once she realized who she was sitting with, Luke let out a hum of satisfaction. Lucky for her, the two had met before and he actually happened to have a small amount of appreciation for the brunette. If anyone else had spoken to him like that, those words most definitely would have been their last. “No need to flatter me and apologize, I actually prefer when you act like a bitch.” He admitted, often saying what he wanted, whenever he wanted. “Now, can I get you something to eat?”

A sigh of relief of some sort escaped her lips, knowing that he’d prefer her to be herself. And so she would, warily though and without allowing herself to go too far. She still held respect for those who had power over her, and getting on their wrong side simply wasn’t an option. “Fine. Bitch it is.” Her shoulders visibly drooped as she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other as she ran a hand through her hair. “That depends on what you’ve got to offer?”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#luke dragovic

ISABELLE.

“Age before beauty.” She smirks, hands clasping hold of the nearby plates that were decorating the booth, hues drifting towards the poor innocent bystander who had happened to be in wake of the devil herself. “Seriously, you should go. She’s got super old limbs that ache all the time, and this is a priority seat.” Watching the man scurry, a smile breaks upon her lips. “Have you missed me, Ce?”

“—Hey! I am not that old. I mean, she is almost a hundred years younger than I am, but it doesn’t mean she hasn’t gone through a hell of a lot of dentures and nursing homes.” Celia presses her lips together as a smirk threatens to ensure, arching a brow at the man who suddenly felt fearful enough to disappear. Ha. “Do you have to pull out the old age card every time we meet? Starting to get old, Isa. Then again, it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. What took you so long?”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#isabelle laroux #//#i'm already so in love with her #and this friendship #also HI QUEEEN

KENLEY.

“To get respect, you’ve gotta dish it out.” Kenley mused, while then shrugging. “I’m just giving you the same courtesy. Not my fault that you can’t take it. But yet here you are—still.” Taking a a few bites of his fries before swallowing and then continuing again. “And that’s your first mistake, you should never let anyone know that someone annoys you. I may consider such if you say you’re sorry though. But I doubt you even know what an apology so I guess that nickname will just have to stick.” His eyes briefly took in his own appearance then brought them back up to level again. “I’m a simple guy. I shower. That’s all that really matters.”

“I’m pretty sure I gave you respect when I allowed you to continue to sit here,” she replies all light and bubbly, waving over a waitress to get her a bottle of red wine, pronto. “Why not? It distracts them from your calculative ways when you dumb yourself down and allow another to think you’re just that stupid,” she says whilst placing the menu down on the table gently, but firmly. “Apologise for what? For the fact that I have to endure being around you for the next however many minutes you’ve got ‘til I drive you insane enough to run screaming out of the place? Well, darling, I’m terribly sorry.” Celia scrunches her nose up at the other, giving him a deliberate once over before tilting her head, “You sure about that? Then again, no amount of showers can ever get rid of that dog smell."

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MCKENLEY.

“Says the woman with the attitude. Kind of hypocritical if you ask me.” The male replied, sitting further back in the booth. Might as well get more comfortable then the exchange that was currently going on. “I think I’m better company then most.” His brows furrowing, then arching one in particular as he looked fully at the woman. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Cruella de Vil?” Not one to be outdone if this was going to turn into a bickering match. “Because I swear you could be her long lost cousin.” Addressing her over the top clothing and mannerisms.

“I’m sorry, when I said I had to ‘endure’ your company, I didn’t realise that you’d be speaking,” the brunette retorts, bitterness evident in her tone as she shoots him a glare. “Are you good company, though? You’re rather insulting and you talk a lot, and seem to falter to read social cues in that I don’t want to converse with you. —Ugh, never refer to me as Cruella de Vil. That wretched character dons real fur. I may be a raging bitch, but I don’t do animal cruelty." Except for werewolves, of course. Humans, for that matter, she did not care about. “It’s hilarious you’re trying to insult my style, though, considering the state your wardrobe is in.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#mckenley upchurch

CONNOR.

A single stray fry rolled off the edge of his plate and into the depths beneath the table. If it weren’t for that, Connor wouldn’t have found himself in the awkward predicament that quickly followed. Leaning under the table to grab the runaway (because he was no one to leave trash), he’d only disappeared from view for a mere minute before finding himself face to face with some woman. A rather irritable woman. Mouth opening and closing repeatedly, the man just stared at her for a moment before his brows furrowed in confusion. “I’ve been sitting here for almost a half an hour,” he finally said. “Pretty sure that dictates being ‘first’.”

Celia’s eyes moved towards the food in his hands, clearly not having realised that the booth wasn’t in fact vacant at all. But she wasn’t about to admit that nor leave to stand in the middle of the room like an idiot. So, she was going to try her luck. “Guess I didn’t notice you, huh? Pity you’re cute to look at. I’ll go easy on you.” So, she’d resort to forcing him out by compelling him. She leans forward, now, careful not to lean on the table so as not to ruin her clothes. She was very particular about cleanliness, too. “You’re going to quietly exit this booth, take your fries with you, and find another booth or table to join because I got this table first.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#connor kelly #//#celia you idiot OPEN UR NOSTRILS lol

SID.

Sid had been eyeing the table as soon as he walked in. Maybe he should have known that somebody would be doing the same damn thing, but he was still determined. When he noticed Celia across the table from him, he let out a sigh. Of course she’d tell him to scoot off. “Nah, I don’t think I will. You can share, Celia. Dibs is so high school, isn’t it?” He ran his hands through his hair and then dropped his elbows down onto the table. “Now pass the menu.”

“Maybe it is,” Celia rolls her eyes, at ease with the fact that it was Sid and not some other she’d have little patience to deal with. She takes one of the menus and throws it gracefully, but forcefully, at him from across the booth, heaving a deep sigh as she straightened her posture. “But you know I don’t like to share, Sid. Never really perfected it as a child.”

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ADRIAN.

“—Ugh, fuck my life.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#adrian castillo #//#i matched ur effort bish LMAO #also #it's funny cause celia NEVER swears okay #she hates it

KENLEY.

One hand full of fries and the other sporting a beer. He halted seeing some brunette in his spot, the male almost scoffed at her words. “I mean my name isn’t written on it or anything but my jacket is.” Nodding, as a black leather jacket was on the edge tucked into the crevice of the booth – underneath the table. Hidden to at least the unobservant. “So, I actually had this booth first.” Already sliding into the other row, assuming she wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

Scoffing some, Cecilia merely gave the other a ‘look’, unable to fathom how she’d managed to get herself in such a situation. She should’ve just stayed home, ordered take out, had a party, or done any one of three hundred and fifty other things than have to resort to an immature argument like so. “What are we, twelve? Going to argue over who got what first? I’ll sit here.. you sit all the way over there and stay there, and I’ll manage having to sit in the company of the likes of you.”

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NALA.

She had been quiet for the most part. Thinking everything over in her head; stressing herself out far more than she should’ve been. But because of that, she failed to notice anyone sitting down at the same booth she was in, and the moment they started talking, Nala’s dark hues instantly manoeuvred upward and brows furrowed in response. “Seriously, Celia?” She began, shaking her head. Vampires and werewolves never seemed to get along well, but she could tolerate some for the most part. “Same old Celia, huh? Some things never change Why don’t you calm down a bit. We’ll share the booth unless you feel like moving because I’m not.”

Rolling her eyes, the mature, yet utterly immature, vamp leaned back in the booth, easing up some once realising it was none other than Nala Malraux. “Fine,” she succumbs, arching her brow as she looked at the other before scanning the place for a waiter. If they weren’t going to serve her pronto, well, she might just have to resort to another idea of ‘dinner’. Returning her gaze to the blonde, amusement underlies her tone of voice as she continues, “Wouldn’t want you to go outside and endure the rain, anyhow. Nobody likes the smell of wet dog.”

#( — chatting with ♔. )#nala malraux #//#I LOVE NALAS FACE

ZEKE.

He care even less about the woman that slipped in beside him in almost the same moment he hit the cushioned seat, if she kept her mouth shut he’d have no complaints. Though, as if the world were working against him, she openly accosted him as if the very breath in her lungs depended on it. With a sharp roll of darkened hues, Zeke trained himself to cut his glare across the crowd rather than towards her, heaving a heavy sigh before he spoke a few passing moments later, “I’m pretty sure I don’t give a shit.” Cut and dry, he left little room for argument at all.

A mocking laugh escaped Celia’s lips, shaking her head some at the apparent stupidity of the other, or so she thought. Manicured talons enclosed around the menu, her mysterious, doe brown eyes focusing on what it had to offer. “You know, it’s funny. When someone doesn’t know you, or how you respond in various situations, or.. how enraged you get when things don’t go your way. All comes down to ignorance, don’t you think?”