[Color him a little paranoid, but he's kind of lost count of the number of times that he's had to get the staff to drag some not-so-well-meaning admirers away from Rethe. Or he's had to do it himself.
[ She's watching the exchange between the two boys with critical interest.
( Yes, boys. Even if Rethe is a Malice King that she's known for years, he's still so much more a boy than a man sometimes, and it doesn't help that both he and the young Mr. LaRue look a little younger than her own two kits. )
She's spoken to the Sin-Eater, and has some reassurance that Josh isn't like the overenthusiastic fans that don't know the meaning of back off until they have the (un)fortunate experience of dealing with her husband.
There's a bit of back and forth between the two -- Josh's movements unassuming and fairly reserved, Rethe's own hesitant, until a few more words are traded and the angel finally relaxes, hands going for the offered bottle, the can of coke and the glass of ice set on the counter. They carry on after that, idle chatter until Josh looks forward towards the DJ booth again, a look of stunned surprise followed by utter awe -- to which Rethe just beams.
That's when she lets the smile creep back onto her features, a hand gently patting Cen's knee in reassurance. ] Nah, I think we can leave them to bond.
[ The two look like they're enjoying themselves -- if no one was the wiser, they could almost pass for a couple of kids hanging out in one of Makati's finest clubs. Almost. That crimson suit could be considered a flag of some sort. ]
Besides, [ spoken softly, ] it's nice to see someone finally taking on Rethe as a friend.
[His wife had a point. Outside of the Malice Kings and maybe members of the three blades, Rethe hardly ever got to talk to other people in a meaningful fashion. Most folks were intimidated, and the blind worship that he got from a lot of parties probably made the angel feel isolated in the worst possible way.
It didn't help, of course, that Rethe still lacked the confidence to really tell his husband what he wanted. Good thing Aidan was a patient man...
...Okay. Maybe a little too patient.]
Well, as long as I get one good night with my wife, I'm happy.
You make it sound like we never get to sit around and just enjoy. [ Leaning back against him, and making herself a comfortable place by his side, one hand reaching to thread her fingers through his.
Granted, the last few weeks have been surprisingly busy. ]
Well, even when we are, we still have to be on call.
[Cen kinda owns Haven now since Lex has to deal with a fuckload of other things, and Haven isn't the only establishment that he has to monitor. Besides, he needs to make sure that nothing too worrisome happens under his roof.
Case in point: even if he's relaxed and holding his wife close, his gaze is still on Rethe and Josh.
Well, babe. It kind of comes with the job description. [ Reaching up now to brush his hair out of his eyes and not missing at all, the look of alertness in them.
She glances over at that, follows his line of sight to where Rethe and Josh are much closer to each other now, in order for their conversation to continue over the rise in sound from the speakers. It's not as bad, up here.
[ And already moving to the stairs, one hand on the rail, secure in the knowledge that Cen will be right behind her. Then slowing as she sees it happen: Josh leaning in and then both boys breaking apart, the awkward exchange that ends with the Sin-Eater fleeing the club.
Her hand reaching back now for Cen, because what do?? ]
You get Rethe. I'll make sure that nobody saw anything happen.
[The last thing he wants is for anything to get out before he can stop it. It wasn't going to end well for that Josh kid, especially since he was a part of Netsach. People looked, people talked.]
On it. [ A helpless look at her husband before she makes a move to go, turning back once to say: ] Do what you have to do. I'm rather fond of that kid.
[ Going now, for real, and weaving her way through the crowd towards Rethe. ]
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Huh.
[Considering.]
Should we...?
[Color him a little paranoid, but he's kind of lost count of the number of times that he's had to get the staff to drag some not-so-well-meaning admirers away from Rethe. Or he's had to do it himself.
Best to nip this sort of shit at the bud.]
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( Yes, boys. Even if Rethe is a Malice King that she's known for years, he's still so much more a boy than a man sometimes, and it doesn't help that both he and the young Mr. LaRue look a little younger than her own two kits. )
She's spoken to the Sin-Eater, and has some reassurance that Josh isn't like the overenthusiastic fans that don't know the meaning of back off until they have the (un)fortunate experience of dealing with her husband.
There's a bit of back and forth between the two -- Josh's movements unassuming and fairly reserved, Rethe's own hesitant, until a few more words are traded and the angel finally relaxes, hands going for the offered bottle, the can of coke and the glass of ice set on the counter. They carry on after that, idle chatter until Josh looks forward towards the DJ booth again, a look of stunned surprise followed by utter awe -- to which Rethe just beams.
That's when she lets the smile creep back onto her features, a hand gently patting Cen's knee in reassurance. ] Nah, I think we can leave them to bond.
[ The two look like they're enjoying themselves -- if no one was the wiser, they could almost pass for a couple of kids hanging out in one of Makati's finest clubs. Almost. That crimson suit could be considered a flag of some sort. ]
Besides, [ spoken softly, ] it's nice to see someone finally taking on Rethe as a friend.
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It didn't help, of course, that Rethe still lacked the confidence to really tell his husband what he wanted. Good thing Aidan was a patient man...
...Okay. Maybe a little too patient.]
Well, as long as I get one good night with my wife, I'm happy.
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Granted, the last few weeks have been surprisingly busy. ]
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[Cen kinda owns Haven now since Lex has to deal with a fuckload of other things, and Haven isn't the only establishment that he has to monitor. Besides, he needs to make sure that nothing too worrisome happens under his roof.
Case in point: even if he's relaxed and holding his wife close, his gaze is still on Rethe and Josh.
Protective werewolf is protective.]
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She glances over at that, follows his line of sight to where Rethe and Josh are much closer to each other now, in order for their conversation to continue over the rise in sound from the speakers. It's not as bad, up here.
Back to Cen. ] Hey, handsome. You okay?
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[He means it: it's in the tone of his voice, and the light kiss he plants right on his wife's forehead.]
You know me. Default setting: vigilant.
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You're such a dad.
[ Sliding a look over now to the boys again--
--and then pausing. Because.
No.
Cisco stands up abruptly, because they might be too far to hear but her vision is perfect even in this kind of dim setting.
And down below, Joshua LaRue and Rethe are smiling at each other, body language comfortable -- maybe a little too comfortable. ]
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Well, shit.]
Now?
[She'll know what he means.]
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[ And already moving to the stairs, one hand on the rail, secure in the knowledge that Cen will be right behind her. Then slowing as she sees it happen: Josh leaning in and then both boys breaking apart, the awkward exchange that ends with the Sin-Eater fleeing the club.
Her hand reaching back now for Cen, because what do?? ]
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[The last thing he wants is for anything to get out before he can stop it. It wasn't going to end well for that Josh kid, especially since he was a part of Netsach. People looked, people talked.]
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[ Going now, for real, and weaving her way through the crowd towards Rethe. ]