[ Foxtrot had just crossed into Serbia when the call had come through Alan's phone that her twin needed to speak to her, the Speedster calling over to where she and Joachim were helping Nick unhitch The Hearse from his bike, because their sleeping beauty of a vampire was the Maeran's personal charge, never mind that he was practically the baby of the squad and Tatjana was older than their chosen conspiracy.
Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
[To Cen's credit, his response is a little bit delayed because Haven is surprisingly busy tonight. All of the regulars around, and said regulars had brought friends, and some of their friends had brought other friends, and then... yeah.
So he's bustling around, of course, by the time Maggie comes around. 'Bustling around' was his default setting on nights like this. Rush here, serve, smile, joke around, leave. Rush there, serve, smile, joke around.
He's about to do a rinse and repeat of that with another group when that familiar scent finally registers, matching the face to the voice. That's when he zips right over, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder, smiles.]
And what if the boss isn't having anything tonight, eh?
[ Okay, maybe there are benefits to actually coming home once in a while. Like her dad, and her mom -- Renae doesn't really count. They check in as often as they can with each other and when she can't, Alan does it for her.
This is her wandering over then, top row of teeth on her lower lip as she reverts to her usual 'I'm the Alpha's daughter' grin while she wraps her arms around Cen's torso. ] Daaaaaddyyyyy.
[ And of course, pressing her face into his chest to inhale his familiar scent: father, wolf. ] Busy night?
[ Craning her neck out as well, scanning the area with squinty eyes before spotting her mother chatting away with some people she doesn't recognize.
Second target sighted -- but she'll get to that later
Angel eyes back at you, Mr. Profaci. ] One drink? [ Pleeeeease? Pretty please? ] To celebrate the return of your conquering princess?
[And planting a kiss on the top of Maggie's head because holy fucking shit, it has been way too long. He's not nearly as vocal as his wife is about their daughter's tendency to Never Come Around, but that doesn't mean that he's cool with it.]
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
[ If she were in fox form her ears would be flat against her head. Instead, sticking to Cen's side like a stubborn leaf to fur and tossing her mother a look of heh, mama, hallo when Cisco sights them and narrows a look at her before that familiar smile lights up her features like the sun's just come back round. ]
Before you give me the sermon that's due remember please that I love you very, very, very, very much?
[ The sadface is never going to work but it's always worth a shot? ]
[ Well, she knows why Mom gets her lineface when Dad tosses her that grin.
( Renae never gets that look. Ever. )
Following suit and flopping down now into one of the seats -- and then grabbing a cushion to set on her lap so that she can worry it with the tips of her fingers. ]
[ Yeah, that's a pitiful whine that sounds more suited to a tiny animal rather than a girl who looks like she's in her mid-twenties thirtieth birthday, what's that? ]
[ And because being stubborn about this has never worked -- and she really has missed you, you old dog you -- she's coming over to flop pitifully against your shoulder.
And then turn her face into your shirt because yeah, she'll play the affectionate route instead. No winning an argument with you. ]
I will come home more often now, I promise.
[ The defendant pleads guilty, your honor. We await your decision. ]
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Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
[ Hi, Dad, your little angel's home. ]
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So he's bustling around, of course, by the time Maggie comes around. 'Bustling around' was his default setting on nights like this. Rush here, serve, smile, joke around, leave. Rush there, serve, smile, joke around.
He's about to do a rinse and repeat of that with another group when that familiar scent finally registers, matching the face to the voice. That's when he zips right over, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder, smiles.]
And what if the boss isn't having anything tonight, eh?
[You shouldn't be drinking, young lady.
It's a bit of a running joke with them.]
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This is her wandering over then, top row of teeth on her lower lip as she reverts to her usual 'I'm the Alpha's daughter' grin while she wraps her arms around Cen's torso. ] Daaaaaddyyyyy.
[ And of course, pressing her face into his chest to inhale his familiar scent: father, wolf. ] Busy night?
[ Craning her neck out as well, scanning the area with squinty eyes before spotting her mother chatting away with some people she doesn't recognize.
Second target sighted -- but she'll get to that later
Angel eyes back at you, Mr. Profaci. ] One drink? [ Pleeeeease? Pretty please? ] To celebrate the return of your conquering princess?
I ♥ you regardless.
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
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Still latched on. Because she has, actually missed this. ]
It's not bad behavior if I'm out there helping people. [ A beat, and then, more contritely: ] But okay, I know you worry.
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[Serious time, kid.]
But we can discuss more of that once you've got your drink. C'mon.
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Before you give me the sermon that's due remember please that I love you very, very, very, very much?
[ The sadface is never going to work but it's always worth a shot? ]
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[Sorry, girl. You KNOW where you got some of your habits from.]
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But-- ]
Okay.
[ Why does this feel like that time she nearly crashed his car? ]
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[Have a wolfish grin, second woman in his life, as he leads you both over to one of his Usual Tables.
You know this table well, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci. It's the table he always uses when it's Dad Talk Time.]
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( Renae never gets that look. Ever. )
Following suit and flopping down now into one of the seats -- and then grabbing a cushion to set on her lap so that she can worry it with the tips of her fingers. ]
I want lawful representation.
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[You forget, at times, that your father got a law degree.
He is enjoying this. So much.]
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Dad, come on.
[ Yeah, that's a pitiful whine that sounds more suited to a tiny animal rather than a girl who looks like she's in her mid-twenties
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Outside of the terrible amount of amusement that is building up in him, Cen is keeping a perfectly straight face.]
Is that all you've got? You seemed ready to rise to your own defense back there.
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And then turn her face into your shirt because yeah, she'll play the affectionate route instead. No winning an argument with you. ]
I will come home more often now, I promise.
[ The defendant pleads guilty, your honor. We await your decision. ]
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[He's still looking down at you, because he's so totally used to how you play things.
(But yes, he has missed you too.)]
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Every four months?
[ Beaming up now. Hey. Next to zero ( unless forced ) over the last three years? That's a pretty sweet deal, Mr. Profaci. ]
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[It's not nearly as sweet sounding to him as it is to you, love.]
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Three.
[ Take it. TAKE EEEEET. ]
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[N o p e.]
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Dad.
[ She refuses to accept defeat. ]
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Have this look.
:D
Yep.]