Wings and Beer (September Plot) [OPEN]

[KIT RATHBONE]

Hell. That's what this was. This was Hell! "Get your HOT wings right here!"

Kit Rathbone might have been the owner of the Jack Kit but it didn't mean that he liked to promote his business in public. If you wanted a drink you got off your ass and went to the bar! He managed to rope himself into opening a booth at the Taste of Scriptor Bay event. Apparently it was some bullshit thing they had every year and you got to taste samples of different restaurants in the area. The craft fair was the week before for all the other stores. If the volunteer who came in and asked him to do it wasn't so hot then he'd be holed up in his studio apartment above the bar right now tipping back a cold one and watching the game. He didn't care what game it was just as long as it was a damn game!

"Beer! Cold beer!" He bellowed at the crowd with anger in his voice.

When did Kit not sound angry? It was a normal thing for him. He had a temper on him that was for sure. But today everything seemed to set him off the deep end. His senses were heightened and he wasn't in the mood to be out on the pier pushing wings and beer. He knew it had to do with the moon being so close to being full. He was vicious when the moon was full. It was in his nature and he didn't care what other people thought about it. He drank more, shouted more than usual, and even on occasion smoked during that period of the moon's cycle.

"You! Yeah you cue ball!" Kit called out to a bald man with a tattoo of a skull on the side of his neck that made him look like a thug. An old thug. He must have been in his fifties at least. The bald man turned to look at Kit and Kit nodded his head and beckoned the man with a finger. "Let's go, get some beer!" His stand had been busy as it was but it didn't stop him from bossing people around to come and get something from him.

The temperamental male picked up one of the clear plastic cups out of the lineup they had set behind the counter and held it under a tap and pulled the lever down to release the catch. The foaming brew poured into the plastic cup and Kit held it at an angle so the foam would spill out into a drain just below. He'd been pouring beer long enough to know just the right angle to hold the cup at in order to fill it faster without it being nothing but foam. Once the yellow colored liquid filled the cup he held it out for the bald thug who took it at once and began to keep walking.

"Hey!" Kit called out to him again, startling the bald man and causing him to turn and look at Kit like he'd been rude. Kit held up another plastic cup which was filled with dollar bills. "Don't forget to tip!" He snapped at him and gave him a look that made it apparent he wasn't kidding. His brows were furrowed down and a menacing glint was in his eyes while his jaw muscles tensed and tightened. The look must have been enough because the bald man reached into his pocket and pulled out two singles that he then placed in the cup. Kit retracted the tip cup and nodded his head once as if he were dismissing him. "You have a good time, sir."

A glance at his watch was enough for Kit to roll his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. This shindig was going to go on for a while. It was a good thing he got a few of his employees to work. He had Mitch cooking up the wings and Gloria was capable enough to pour beers for people. Kit decided now was as good a time as any to pull out his pack of Marlboro's and have himself a smoke.

[julietpumarka]

Now this was her kind of place. Alcohol everywhere. Juliet slipped past the guards at the entrance. Why should she pay when they make it far too easy to sneak in? Piece of cake. She had on her characteristic smirk, contently looking around to see if anyone had seen her. Nope, of course not. Everyone was too busy filling their mouths with liquor and poultry. She didn't blame them, though.Her eyes laid on a plate of finger food and her stomach just about erupted. She snatched up two little sandwiches before moving on.

She zipped her leather jacket up a bit more against the wind rolling off the water. The cold didn't bother her, she just preferred to feel her fingers. Juliet snacked on one sandwich as she browsed the other stands. She found herself, naturally, amongst the crowd by the band. Their voices entranced her, the smoothness of the guitar and bass in complete harmony. She imagined the notes as the band played, picturing herself strumming her own guitar back at home. She smiled gently, a peace of mind sweeping over her. The one thing left in her world that made her genuinely smile, or truly happy, was music. A content sigh fell from her lips before harsh words broke her concentration.

"You! Yeah you cue ball!"

Juliet turned her attention to the booming tenor voice. Amazing how it could ring out above the crowd. She leaned back on the railing of the pier, watching the scene unfold. She was impressed. This worker bossed around this "tough" older guy with just a glance and a couple harsh words. She could even catch the strange power laced in his voice. Amusement was obvious on her face as the man was pulled back to tip the worker. Juliet found this hysterical. Tossing the remains of her sandwiches over the edge of the pier, she made her way over to The Jack Kit's stand.

Her head cocked to the side as the man seemed to back away from the stand, his fist holding a pack of cigarettes. She asked the women working the tap for a beer and even added a buck to the tip jar. Might as well, they gave her some comic relief. She ran her fingers through her long hair before picking up the beer and downing about half of the liquid. She found the man and pondered going over to speak with him. She didn't normally converse with others. Kept out of their way ever since Jason died. He was her last friend and didn't feel like making new ones. But this man was different, she found him interesting at least. His stoic appearance and forceful voice amused her.

What harm would it do? Eventually, Juliet gave in and followed the guy. Her smirk re-appeared as she spoke, "Mind sharing?" she said, gesturing towards his cigarettes. She tipped back her beverage afterwards, taking a reasonable sized drink. She crossed her arms, still managing to hold on to her cup, and added, "Saw you boss that old guy around. Hilarious." He probably thought she was weird. Oh well, she really didn't give a damn.

Her expression softened, her smirk dropping into a smile. "I'm Juliet."

[KIT RATHBONE]

Loud and obnoxious.

That's what Kit thought of all the runny nosed kids and drunks that were having the time of their lives while he was busy working. Aside from his own clientele, he didn't care much for large crowds. The occupants at the Jack Kit had always been rowdy. An outbreak of fights weren't uncommon for the bar, but it sure beat standing out handing beer to families. He wasn't a family man. He'd never settle down and have a wife and kids. There'd be no white picket fence in his future and he was okay with that.

The music droned on in the background while he pulled the cheap, plastic orange lighter out of his pocket and pressed down the little button that caused a flame to appear. Tilting his head to the lift and holding the lighter up, he placed the filter of the cigarette between his lips and lit the tip. Inhaling to get the tobacco to light he was greeted with a mouthful of smoke. The nicotine was an instant rush and took the edge off of his nerves.

"Mind sharing?"

The question caused his right brow to arch up with curiosity and his eyes turned, his head following to look at the owner of the voice. Nice. Kit thought to himself when he caught sight of the female. Hot enough. He thought and without taking his eyes off of the perfect stranger he pulled one of those cancer sticks out of its pack and held it out between two fingers for her to take. "Plenty to go around." He said gruffly, not exactly one to share but it was a new pack and he was feeling generous.

He listened to what the female had to say, staring at her and wondering if she was just really friendly or there was something secretly wrong with her. People didn't normally walk up and start a conversation and offer their name. At least not the type of people Kit was used to being around. The Therians weren't exactly the nicest of people unless they were wasted enough. "Well I figured if we run out of beer we can pack up and get the hell out of here." He replied to her statement about the bald thug that he ordered to take a beer.

"You know these things will kill you." He held his own cigarette up and nodded to it to make it known that was what he was talking about and then took a puff off the end. Kit chuckled a little at the thought of it, knowing there was no way to get him to stop smoking. You'd have to kill him first.

At the mention of a name his lips curled up in a crooked smile that appeared almost like a smirk. Creases appeared where the corners of his lips were and he blew the white smoke out of his nostrils, flaring them just a bit. "Juliet? Your parents a Shakespeare fan?" He figured she'd heard that question more times than not. Along with 'looking for your Romeo?' or anything else along those lines.

"Kit." Was all he said. What was in a name, really?

[julietpumarka]

Tipping back the cup once again, the liquid slid down her throat. Alcohol seemed to calm her in some ways, if it wasn't sending her into a craze. She downed the rest of the beer, her fist crushing the plastic before tossing it into the garbage can. Her now free hand reached for the cigarette as the other dug in her back pocket for her lighter. A light nod took the place of her 'thanks'. Placing the straight between her parted lips, she tossed back her hair then lit the lighter. She took a drag, allowing the toxins to settle in her lungs before exhaling the cloud into the air. As the chemicals made their way to her brain, her expression turned placid.

She sensed the annoyance in his voice as he explained his earlier bullying. He obviously didn't enjoy this. Then again, she probably wouldn't either if she had to work. Constantly around drunkards and their bratty offspring. She couldn't stand kids. For some reason Juliet just despised them. Maybe it was because her childhood was cut short. She didn't bother thinking about it, just accepted it. Didn't matter anyways, she couldn't have a family. Her spirit was ruined.

There was something else about him, something off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something... Wild about him. His almost feral stance and style. She inhaled more smoke, hoping that would help her concentrate. Could it be? No, no. He can't be a Therian? That would explain his sharp attitude. The moon was playing it's usual tricks, she assumed. When he spoke again, the thought vanished.

"You know these things will kill you."

Her brows raised in mock surprise, "Really? I hadn't known." Her joke was good-spirited as she laughed lightly as well. She started smoking at age 17, 33 years ago. If only I was lucky enough to di--She shook her head to dispose of that thought. Quickly, she switched the topic in her mind. She liked him, she decided. Rough around the edges, yes, but someone who knew what he liked. His personality was amusing to her, such a tough guy he seemed to pose as. Who knows, he could be as tough? And hey, he wasn't bad looking either.

"Juliet? Your parents a Shakespeare fan?"

Juliet tapped the railing of the pier with the depleting 'death-stick', watching as the ash fluttered in the wind. Lightweight as a feather. She exhaled slowly, almost a sigh, and her lips twitched in amusement. Oh yeah, she was expecting that remark. Especially from him. Finally she gave in and her smirk appeared once again. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, keeping the cig between two fingers and off to the side. "They were something like that. They thought 'I'd find my Romeo' by naming me Juliet." She rolled her eyes at the last statement, her parent had such a positive look on life. She cut her explanation short, though, not wanting to bore him with the history. Her parents had been in love, truly, and hoped the name Juliet would bring their baby girl the same luck. Quite the opposite.

She instantly saw the connection. Kit, Jack Kit. Ah, made sense now. "You're the owner of that place, yeah?" she gestured with her head towards the stand. Maybe she could grab a job from the guy. She laughed internally at the thought of working. Other than her guardian duties, she'd never attempt at making her own buck. Lucky her parents had saved up over the years.

(OOC: I was thinking a couple drunks could storm the stage of the band, that thug might come back and cause some drama by Kit's stand or create some sort of chaos to spice up this thread? But it's up to you c:)

[KIT RATHBONE]

There was nothing like a good smoke to calm the nerves. Nicotine was considered the most addictive drug out there. That's what Kit heard anyway. He didn't know or care if it were true all he knew was that he couldn't kick the bad habit no matter how many times he'd tried. What didn't kill him only made him stronger, right?

Kit pursed his lips around the orange and yellow spotted end of the cancer stick and sucked on it, his head bowed down looking at the ground. The wooden planks of the pier looked old and like they were going to give way under his boots. He hoped not he wasn't in the mood to go for a swim right now. The smoke at the end of the cigarette floated up into his nostrils since it was tilted at just the right angle and it made him choke back a cough, causing the smoke that had been filling his mouth to come out in sharp puffs from the corners of his mouth and his nostrils which flared angrily. His chest heaved up and down sharply as he held in the coughing fit that was making him look like an amateur. He pulled the tobacco stick out of his mouth and held it to the side, flicking the filter with his thumbnail and causing the ashes at the end to scatter into the breeze.

Juliet was what the girl said, right? Her name was Juliet? Of course it was. She was in the middle of telling him that he was right. He could never cope an attitude with someone who told him he was right and the smirk came back to his face. His eyes moved up and he looked at Juliet who needed to find her Romeo. The very thought of someone naming their kid after a chick who killed herself seemed like a pretty twisted idea but he wasn't about to say that out loud.

He thought about her name a little more and being the jerk off that he often was, he started to think of the cheesiest pick-up lines he could that would work with her name. I'll be your Romeo if you'll be my Juliet. That line would work perfectly since her name -was- Juliet. But soft, what light through yonder trousers breaks? He'd heard that one from someone once and it made him grin, which might have looked creepy because he hadn't been saying anything and it just appeared. It was obvious he was brewing something up in his head. Do me, or not do me. THAT is the question! The last one was the winner. He'd give it a go and see how she'd react. The worse thing that could happen is she'd slap him across the face. He'd been slapped before he could take it again.

"You're the owner of that place, yeah?"

The question broke up his concentration and his eyes locked on her with genuine confusion. Were they talking about something? No. It was a random question but he picked up quickly what she meant. "Yeah." He glanced at the booth that was set up for the Jack Kit and could see the grubby public taking plastic cups full of his beer and it made him grumble a bit under his breath. "Yeah I own the Jack Kit." If she asks why it's called that I'm going to jump off the side of this pier and hope I fall on a sharp rock! He thought to himself. Everyone asked why he named the bar after himself and the reason was dumb enough. Hell, he'd been drunk when he named the damn thing!

"Hey uh, Kit? I need some help?" A petite little brunette girl with too much eyeliner and a push up bra was slowly making her way towards the owner and the blonde girl. Gloria was working the tap filling up the cups for the customers. She stuck her thumb up and jabbed it at the air above her shoulder gesturing behind her at the stand. "We got a couple drunks."

Kit wasn't expecting to hear Gloria's trap yapping. He didn't pay her to talk. In fact he preferred when she didn't. She was nice eye candy and made some decent cash for the bar but she was dumber than a box of rocks and she had this weird squeaky voice like a damn mouse! He'd rather listen to a cat scratching a chalkboard than her. "In a minute." He told Gloria and took another hit off the cigarette before he tossed it over the side of the pier and his eyes landed on Juliet once more. "I've got business to take care of. Stay put and I'll bring you back another beer."


(Sounds cool to me I can set up some drunk people and if you want you could play out the stage brawl?)

[julietpumarka]

She saw the girl approach before her voice pierced Juliet's eardrums. Again, her arms crossed, though not calmly. She leaned back against the pier railing again, her posture slightly agressive. She eyed the woman critically, one brow raised. She was... Jealous? Defensive? Of what? The girl didn't bother her earlier when she'd gotten a drink. Not even paying attention to the woman, until now. Juliet automatically despised her. She realized, then, that it was because of Kit. She hardley new this guy. That brunette girl had more rights to him than she would, anyways. First come first serve, right? Her attempt to relax was useless, her will just not strong enough. When he spoke, though, she loosened her posture. She sensed the uncaring tone of his voice when he addressed the other worker.

"I've got business to take care of. Stay put and I'll bring you back another beer."

"No promises," her sly grin was accompanied by a wink. What the hell are you doing? When he walked away, she turned to the water. She ran her fingers through her hair, the tips grazing her scalp. Exhaling while her eyelids slid shut. You came over to make a friend not a fling. She bit down on her bottom lip softly and entwined her hands together on the railing. Once more, her attention drifted to the music in the background. Allowing the notes to calm her as she gazed out at the waves. Her expression softened, a coolness washing over her. The waves eerily matching the beat of the rock song. "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith, covered by this band of which the name is unimportant. During the chorus the vocalist singing broke into a shout.

"Get the fuck off the stage!"

Juliet turned, watching as a large drunk man, possibly in his 40's, stumbled onto the poorly guarded stage. His buddies keeping the one security guard busy. The bass guitar rang idly as the drums stopped short of the refrain. Meanwhile the lead guitarist had placed his instrument between him and his bandmates. The drunk man was swinging a broken beer bottle over his head. A few tipsy parents cursed at the bastard interrupting the band, and directed their snot-dripping kids elsewhere. "It's karaoke time!" the wasted man slurred. There was a small mob crowding around the stage and a brilliant idea formed in her mind.

She left the edge of the pier and made her way over to the chaos. Sliding between shouting men, she made it backstage unnoticed. It was unguarded, of course. So she helped herself. Grabbing a guitar case, she loaded it with a hot Des Paul and stuffed in two drum sticks as well. She had needed a new guitar and a Des Paul was not something she could get her hands on. It's smooth sound and sleek look, she was in love. She zipped it closed, and swung the package over her shoulder. Before emerging from behind the stage, she checked her surroundings. In front of the exit, the mob was growing. Perfect, she thought, an easy get away. Snaking her way through the crowd once more, she hoped Kit wasn't looking for her.

It seemed as if Juliet was home free. The Jack Kit stand in sight as she passed out of the growing crowd. It was short-lived, though, when a short drunkard smacked a half-full beer bottle onto the back of her head. Stars danced across her vision and a trickle of blood dripped from her skull. She was knocked out before she hit the ground. The stout man beginning to strip her of the guitar case.

[KIT RATHBONE]

Kit didn't want to help Gloria. In his opinion she could help herself to a new job if it weren't for the trashy way she dressed. His clientele liked the way she dressed and they threw money at her. If only she had half a brain in her head she wouldn't be too bad. Or even if she had a decent voice.

As he headed away from Juliet he turned his head and caught her winking and knew right then that he had a chance of getting some action later on. If he played his cards right, which wasn't that hard. All he had to do was smile most of the time and feed women a couple of lines such as, 'You have such beautiful eyes' and they melted over that kind of crap. He nodded his head to Juliet and grinned at her one final time before he headed back under the tent that held the Jack Kit's stand.

"Alright what's the problem Gloria?" Kit asked and gave her a look that made it obvious he didn't like her. His voice with her was always harsh and filled with annoyance, but for some reason she never got the hint that he couldn't stand her. Everyone else know it, why couldn't she?!

"Him!" Gloria pointed one of her boney, pale fingers towards a man who was standing in front of the stand and swaying side to side. Her eyes landed on him and her brows arched down in a frown. "He's drunk and he keeps coming back for more. I told him he can't have anymore and he asked for you."

"Alright. I'll handle it." Kit told her and expected her to walk away or do something else but instead she just stood there watching him. "...good job." He hesitated, made a face, and then patted her on the shoulder. It was clear that he had to force himself to do it. That made the brainless bimbo finally move! He shook his head. He needed to fire her. Soon.

"Okay what seems to be the problem here?" Kit made his way towards the man and it was obvious that the customer was definitely drunk enough. He reeked of booze. Probably came to the shindig drunk to begin with. "Sshe won' give meuh drank." Said the drunkard. [/i] Kit's eyes widened a bit and he leaned back, he could practically see the fumes with every word the drunk said! "Probably because you don't need anymore. Come on go eat some food. We've got wings get some of those and come back when you sober up." It wasn't a big deal. Why did Gloria make such a fuss about it?

That's when the drunk decided he was about to have a really bad day.

Kit was still watching the man and waiting for him to walk away, but instead the drunk chose to be an idiot and reached for the spout that poured out the beer. Look at this guy. Kit thought to himself and reached over and grabbed the man's wrist to stop him. "It's time for you to go, buddy." He instructed sternly but the drunk took a swing at him and hit him right across the face with an open fist. Kit dropped the man's wrist and looked shocked, but his instincts kicked in and he reached across the stand and grabbed the man by the shirt and pulled him in just as he clocked him square in the jaw. It could have been a nice fight, but the man was too drunk and he crumpled to the ground.

Bastard's got a hard face. Kit shook his hand and sucked in a sharp breath between his clenched teeth, glaring at the man who was either unconscious or too drunk to get back up.

"Get the fuck off the stage!"

Kit looked over towards where the band was playing and the sun was cut off by some jackass who decided they wanted to try and do karaoke. Drunks were such assholes. Kit was a drunk himself, but he wasn't that stupid. He didn't do things like that. He drank and passed the hell out. He watched as fists started to fly every which way and what seemed to be an all out riot occurred.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." He said under his breath and made his way out from behind the stand back where he'd left Juliet just to see she was gone. His eyes shifted around wondering where she'd gone to but decided there were better things to do and headed into the mob of drunks who were beating each other up. There were children crying and screaming, trying to stay out of the way. Kit, never liking kids but not being a heartless bastard spotted a kid who was about to have a two hundred pound man fall on him. He acted quick and was able to grab the kid by the scruff of his neck and yank him out of the way just in the nick of time. The mother must have not seen what was going to happen to her son and only saw Kit grabbing the kid. "Get your hands off my son you pervert!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs and swung what must have been her purse but looked more like a duffel bag and hit him across the face, making him stumble over someone on the ground and go crashing down himself.

He was going to get back up and tell the broad off but he caught something out of the corner of his eye and his head snapped in that direction. If he hadn't been on the ground himself he never would have noticed her. He spotted the girl he'd just met, Juliet, laid out on the ground. There was a man bent next to her grabbing some kind of large case. Must have been an instrument case. He couldn't tell, since he was only seeing it through the many legs of people that were between them. But even though there were people moving around them he could still see that Juliet wasn't moving.

Kit struggled, getting kicked and hit with half eaten food, but he got back up to his feet and he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to where he'd seen Juliet. He didn't know the girl but he couldn't let her get trampled to death by a bunch of jerk offs. When he finally closed the short distance, he noticed another man about to step back on the girl, unaware that she was laying there and he acted quick by thrusting his elbow into the back of the man's head and knocking him forward. It might not have been that guy's fault, but he was about to step on someone.

Kit managed to crouch down beside Juliet to try and see if he could get her up. He shook her arm and even tugged on it a bit. "Now's not the time to be laying down we gotta get up." He told her and waited to see if she'd answer, or if she really was out cold.

[julietpumarka]

Light, that's all she could see. Soon, her eyes focused enough to make out blurry shapes. Her hearing being filtered once again. She was back at the Pier. What happened? Juliet blinked a few times, trying to make out the shapes dancing in front of her vision. She realized, then, that she was laying on the ground. She felt her arm moving without her consent and turned her head to look at it. With brows furrowed, she followed her arm to see a man crouched next to her. He was obviously trying to speak to her. The words took long to register in her brain. She lifted her body to a sitting position too quickly and her hand grabbed her head to steady the twirling pier. Her fingers were wet with a dark ominous liquid. "What happened?" she repeated her mind to the man.

As the question rang out, she attempted answering it on her own. She was at the pier and on the ground. True... What happened before the ground is the real question. Studying the man's face, Juliet then remembered. Kit. Right. Looking around she saw they were in the middle of a roaring mob. Police Officers had finally arrived and were trying to calm the crowd of people under the influence. She glanced at her hand again, putting a name to the liquid. Blood. She'd been hit somehow. Her cheeks then flushed bright red. I don't need help. I'm not some damsel in distress. She had realized he was the only reason she didn't get trampled by the ignorant crowd.

Why did she have to get herself in a mess once again? She always had to do something illegal. She couldn't shake the thrill of misbehaving. It's like she never grew out of her teenaged years. Which were a lot further away than one might suspect. Of course, she just had to take advantage of every situation. Which, in some situations weren't bad... but nonetheless. That Les Paul was just screaming her name. But it didn't matter because when she glanced over her shoulder, the package was gone. All that for nothing. It was like she was swimming in a pool of bad Karma. Although she never added any good Karma to that pool in awhile, anyways, so she shouldn't be complaining. What goes around comes around.

Immediately she stood, though she swayed slightly from loss of blood. "Thanks," she said without meeting his gaze. I probably look like an idiot. When she looked up, she hoped her expression was defiant. Though she wasn't sure how well she had pulled it off. A headache had taken over, and she felt lightheaded while she swayed again. She cursed under her breath, her condition making her weaker than she liked. "I hope you have a towel back at the stand or I'm going to pass out again." she said, wincing, her own voice too loud in her ears. Without pausing to hear his answer, she turned towards the stand. She had almost tripped over a guy on the ground. Her body clumsily swayed too far and would have fallen once again if she hadn't steadied herself on Kit's shoulder. Biting her bottom lip harshly, again she blushed and cursed herself. So much for defiance. Giving him a apologetic half-smile, she said, "I'm not starting out too well, huh?" You are an idiot, Juliet. He probably thought she was some immature punk. Oh well. There are plenty fish in the sea.

[KIT RATHBONE]

When Juliet rose up to her own two feet Kit began to back off to give her some space. That, and he wanted to be sure he wasn't too close in case someone knocked into him he didn't trample her. She was a trooper, he had to give her that. "What happened?" From the looks of it and the dark liquid that covered her hand she'd gotten hit in the back of the head. She probably didn't even see who did it to her. "Someone must've clipped you." He told her and held his hands out, hovering close to her in case she fell over.

"Let's get you back over to the stand." He motioned with a nod of his head towards the Jack Kit's tent. It wasn't that the tent was far, there was just a lot of assholes in the way, beating each other up. Kit stayed close to Juliet but not once touching her. She gave off the appearance of being tough and being able to take care of herself. He could be wrong, but so far it seemed he was right.

When Juliet asked about the towel his eyes roamed to the back of her head to see that some of her hair was matted together with blood. "Tell you what. I'll give you a towel and a nice shot of whiskey for the pain, how's that sound? Got my own stash and it's better than any medicine a doctor could give you." Not that going to the doctor was a bad idea right now for her. He never liked going because he wasn't exactly human. His body temperature was slightly higher and his heart rate was never normal. Last time he went to the doctor they wanted to keep him and run some tests. He got his happy ass up and got out of dodge.

"Hey, it's okay." Kit said softly and wrapped an arm around Juliet's waist when she needed to steady herself on his shoulder. It was pure instinct to hold onto her and protect her. He didn't think anything of it until after he'd actually done it, but he didn't bother to move his arm away after. Which worked out because a very large woman was about to fall into her and he was able to pull Juliet in close and stick his other arm out past Juliet's shoulder and put it against the woman's back to stop her from falling into them. He had to brace himself and ended up taking a few shaky steps backwards because she was heavier than she looked, but she was able to catch her balance and the disaster was diverted.

"Are you alright?" He asked to Juliet, his voice deep and full of anger. The anger wasn't towards her though, and he hoped it was apparent since he was glaring at the crowd, ready to jump in and start kicking some ass himself but he wouldn't. "Come on before we both get trampled." Kit gave Juliet a firm nudge to move on, his arm still there for support if she needed it.

[julietpumarka]

The mention of a doctor turned Juliet's blood cold. With one check up they would notice the difference immediately. Not only the wings growing out of her back but also the fact that her body grew at half the rate humans did. It would be disastrous. The Avisailles were already strict enough, this would probably get her knocked to the bottom of the social classes. Maybe even take away her guardian rank. The thought of that chilled her to the bone, that was the last thing keeping her from jumping off a cliff here and now. She was glad he didn't seem thrilled about taking her there. Plus whiskey sounded amazing right then.


"Hey, it's okay."

She was very much aware of his arm. Part of her protested the help but the other welcomed it. Juliet allowed herself to be helped mostly because she enjoyed his closeness. It was actually kind of relaxing for her, relying on someone else for once. She even cringed into him when she saw the large hick stumble towards them. Blinking up at him in a silent thanks, she bit her lip once again. I'm never like this... So needy. She immediately blamed it on the loss of blood and lack of consciousness. One arm was curled into her body, half-hugging herself while she leaned lightly against him. Her fingers from the other hand were knotted in his shirt, just under his chest, and she didn't loosen her grip. Her gaze then dropped to the ground, watching where she stepped. The pain in her head was growing intensely and, even though she would never admit it, she needed him.

"Are you alright?"

The anger in his voice surprised her. Clearly he wasn't directly mad at her, his piercing scowl upon the masses. But why? Because it wasted his time with the stand, probably. All those people fighting instead of grabbing beer or wings. Couldn't be that he cared about her, the perfect stranger. She wanted to be more than strangers, but how could that happen with her race? She hadn't really thought about it until now... but she couldn't give away the secret. Again her thoughts flashed to him being more than just human. Could he really be a Therian? She secretly wished so. Juliet didn't answer him until they were at the Jack Kit. Reluctantly, she removed herself from him and found an empty chair to sit into. Forcing her expression into a light grin she replied, "I'll be fine. At least when that whiskey comes around?" Her usual smirk attempted to show, but she ended up wincing at the throb in her head. A hand reached up to stop the world from spinning.

She dared feel the back of her head and almost gasped when she did. The blood was soaking her hair and was running down her neck. She shifted her wings that were packed in the harness and could tell blood had gotten into them. Shit. She'd need a damn shower at this rate. If she didn't bleed out first. The blood was slowing, though. Her hand pressed to the wound, attempting to stop the flow completely while the towel was on it's way, hopefully, towards her.

[KIT RATHBONE]

When Kit and Juliet arrived back at the little hut he watched the girl carefully to make sure she wasn't going to pass out on him. She probably had a concussion or something and the sight of all that blood made his stomach churn. "Take a seat." He told Juliet and glanced inside the tent where there were wooden stools that they brought from the bar so they'd have a place to sit in the shade and relax, a cooler off to the left not far from the stools. He made his way straight towards the cooler.

Although they had a cold tap running of beer Kit managed to bring a cooler stocked with beers and his personal bottle of Jack Daniels. He looked around for any sort of rag or towel, knowing that the ice would be good to put on the cut on the back of the girl's head. He spotted one sticking out of the back pocket of Mitch's jeans and he leaned towards his employee and grabbed the tip of the rag and yanked it out of the man's pocket. "Man, what the hell?!" Mitch turned and gave Kit a dirty look but took it back when he realized it was his boss that did it. "Sorry man. Thought one of them crazies got back here y'know?" He chuckled nervously. Kit just gave him a look but didn't say a word since he knew that there was a girl bleeding all over the place.

He put the cloth over his hand and used it almost like a glove and dipped his hand into the cooler to scoop up a bunch of the ice in the rag. He then pulled out the bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and poured some of it on the rag, mixing with the ice and soaking the rag. He hated to waste perfectly good alcohol but he knew it would help sterilize the wound. He'd done it plenty of times in the past when he'd gotten himself hurt. It stung like a mother but it kept it from getting infected. When he was satisfied with the liquor soaked rag he twisted all four corners together so that the ice stayed inside of it like an ice pack. Not bad. He thought to himself and turned to look at Juliet.

Kit held out the bottle of Jack Daniels, waving it and motioning for Juliet to take it from him. He moved closer and held the ice and whiskey pack up to show her what he had done. "Drink this," he motioned to the bottle once more, "and I'm going to put this on the back of your head. It's going to sting. But the booze should take the edge off. It's better than painkillers, I promise." He grinned at her a little, knowing that it was at least for him. Alcohol solved everything in his opinion.

[julietpumarka]

When she saw Kit return with the towel and whiskey she sighed in relief. Thank god. She watched his gestures, blinking through the haze her brain was in, and finally got it. He had soaked the towel with the whiskey. She could think of a few witty remarks like: Wow, holding back on your customers? or How sweet, wasting your stash for little me? but didn't have the heart to say them out loud. He did pretty much save her, she didn't need to be rude. Plus she needed to focus on keeping herself awake. Juliet eagerly took the whiskey from him and simply nodded when he explained. She still didn't understand why he was helping her. Maybe she was missing something, very possible since her heard hurt like a mother fucker.

She grinned back at him, forcing her lips upwards, and then took a long swig from the bottle. She welcomed the numbing affect that came with the alcohol and continued to down a few more drinks. Along with the ice, she felt the soothing sensation at the back of her head. Finally her head calmed down enough and she asked him what has been on her mind the entire time, "Why?" Thinking she sounded dumb she added the rest of the question, "I mean why did you help me?" It would have been a lot easier to just leave her there, she thought. "Of course I'll pay you back for the whiskey. But why go through all this trouble?" She didn't look up at him, partially because she didn't want to move the ice and other part due to she really couldn't meet his eyes. Everyone basically had abandoned her some how, if it was by choice or not. So she assumed everyone else would, too.

Juliet sighed and took another long drink from the bottle, easily cutting it down 1/4th way. She felt the buzz that accompanied so much intake of this substance but ignored it completely. She was never too bad drunk, pretty normal compared to other people. Sure in the right moment, like a club or something, she'd let her mind loose with the toxins and have fun. But she obviously wasn't in a club. Her head was only suffering a minor headache now and she could tell that the blood had stopped, luckily. Again she minutely shifted her wings, feeling a bit more blood stuck within the feathers. When the bottle was half gone, she placed it onto the bar. Then she had wrapped her arms around her midsection, basically holding herself together. When did I become so vulnerable?

She looked out to the pier again, police finally getting the crowd under control. A few people were up against the stage and even more on the floor, all being handcuffed or already so. Most were slurring unintelligent phrases at the cops. Some were out cold, one was even face planted in his own puke. Juliet almost laughed out loud at the sight, stopping herself only because she knew the pain wouldn't be worth it. At this point she assumed her brain was half way to that mush-state that those idiots were in. That Jack Daniels really did work and the toxins was giving her a false sense of joy. Normally, she had a better tolerance...

[KIT RATHBONE]

Kit pressed the cold compress to the back of Juliet's head gently to try and take some of the pain away. Hopefully it wouldn't swell up to the size of a baseball if she kept the ice on it. He watched as she drank the whiskey, knowing it was the only bottle he brought with him to the pier that day. He had more stocked up back at the bar so he'd be good. And from the look of things they'd probably be packing up and going back to the bar anyway. The cops were going to get involved and start carrying people out who were getting in the fights.

"Why?"

Kit had looked away from Juliet, still holding the ice pack but looking out at the small mob of assholes who were still thrashing their fists around trying to beat the crap out of anyone nearby just because they were stupid and drunk. When Juliet asked him why and mentioned she'd pay him back he shrugged. It wasn't a big deal to him. "I can't say no to a good fight. It's in my blood." Kit smirked and let his eyes rest on hers. He figured his hand was probably turning blue from the rag he was holding to the back of her head. It was cold and his fingers were starting to go numb.

His eyes flicked over to the mob again and he nodded his head in that direction. "Went out there to get a few good hits in myself when I got floored where I saw you. Figured you were going to get trampled. Don't read too much into it, sweet cheeks. Just doing my civic duties." He teased and looked back at her with a big grin on his face.

"I think you'll be okay. Might want to get checked out. Don't know if you need stitches or not but can't be too sure." He pulled the rag away so he could switch hands and used his other hand to hold it behind her head while he shook his frozen hand violently back and forth flicking cold drops of water everywhere, trying to get some feeling back in his blue hand.

[julietpumarka]

She laughed, without wincing, at his words. "You really don't give a shit, huh? That's good, I need a friend like that." She didn't care that she offered him friendship. Actually, she wouldn't be surprised if she was rejected. He did waste half a bottle of whiskey on her. She might dump a person off the side of the pier who took half of her booze. A small laugh escaped her, and she covered her lips lightly with a hand. Ok maybe not. But anyways, she wanted to be friends with this Kit guy. He seemed to know how to have a good time, and that's all she lived for. Live life to the fullest.

The band began to play, then and her mind was lost to the melody. "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper ironically blasting through the speakers. This made her smile grow, those drunks probably didn't even notice the song was directed towards them. Next, she'd have to befriend those band members. They cracked her up. Her foot was idly tapping to the beat and her head followed along with the notes. Her concentration broke as he spoke, his flailing hand catching her gaze then. She blinked back to reality and her smile dropped instantly. Her hand reached up to take the place of his. "I got it, you don't need to freeze both hands off." She swallowed before answering him. "No I'll take care of it by myself. Not a fan of hospitals." Or plead to god it healed on it's own. She had no idea how to stitch something, and she didn't plan on learning. She'll just clean it and take care of it, hope it doesn't get infected and move on.

Speaking of clean, she needed to get all the blood off of her. It was beginning to gross her out. She wondered if she could walk, and before confirming it, she hopped off the seat. So far so good. Juliet only needed to go so far before finding a hidden spot to shed her wings and fly to her apartment. Plus, the stupor the alcohol put her in was wearing off. She didn't want to be surrounded by anyone when that happened. (Which were all housed with other Avisalles, of course.) "I need to clean off... And I guess lay down. Thanks for everything, Kit." She grinned at him genuinely, still feeling light-headed but good anyways. "Maybe I'll give you the towel back one day." After waving goodbye, even to the workers at the stand, she turned for land.

Juliet was nearing the sidewalk where the pier ended. Instead of walking towards the city, though, she turned and walked down the steps to the beach. She was heading toward a deserted lifeguard hut that was far off into the horizon. She knew the only people who would spot her would be on the beach, but that was even unlikely as the sky was darkened and night was about to take it's full effect on Scriptor Bay. As Juliet neared the hut, she glanced around for anyone close by. Nobody. The street was blocked by numerous trees and the pier was far in the background. She stripped her shirt off and began to unbuckle the straps of her harness. When it was free, her wings stretched wide, a soft ache from being cramped together. The blood not too matted in the feathers. With a running start, the towel and clothing in her arms, she leaped into the air. Her wings caught the wind and she started rising into the air.

(I saw your request thing, and if you want Kit can see Juliet flying. If not just ignore the last paragraph lol)

[KIT RATHBONE]

Kit took a few steps back to allow Juliet to leave. He didn't know what she'd end up doing but she wasn't his problem. But still, he'd helped her and he felt a self satisfaction at the fact that he'd kept her from being trampled in the mob. "Hey if you're ever up for a drink, you know where to find me." Kit tipped the bottle of whiskey at her like he was saluting her and raised his brows with a grin.

"Be careful out there. The world is a war zone if you're not careful." He teased and watched her leave.

He knew that it wasn't time to pack up yet but there were less people trying to get beer and wings now that was for sure. The fighting finally broke up and people were listening and rocking out to the live music again which eased him up a bit. At least he could take a breather now. "I'm going for another smoke." He called out to Mitch and headed out once more. This time he was sure to face the side of the pier and look out towards the water and the beach. He didn't need another damsel coming over and starting up a conversation with him.

Kit pulled out another stick of tobacco and lit it, puffing out little rings of smoke and watching the water crash into the shore. Some people found that relaxing. He found it boring. The rest of the evening was going to drag and be a bore, he just knew it. Except that train of thought left the station when he saw something shoot up into the sky. Where'd it come from?! His eyes widened and almost as quick as he'd seen it, it was gone! He didn't know what the hell he saw or where the hell it came from, but there was something that did catch his eye before it disappeared. He caught a glimpse of blonde hair that seemed a familiar color. But that couldn't be, could it?!

Did Juliet have wings?