Laurence Zelkovii

The young man had searched high and low for the whereabouts of Conan and the Wallocks, and had so far come up empty handed. He'd confronted Collin on two separate occasions after waiting for the man to leave work, and the last of those two incidents had ended with the husband having few bruises for his lack of cooperation - and he was lucky not to be outright killed by the young co-lead. Nadeem had been followed on three separate occasions, and each of those times he'd been smart enough to drive back into town and stick to crowded areas until Lanny eventually gave up - naive he might be on occasion, but he learned quick what he needed to do to keep himself out of trouble.

It was at this particular hour that the sandy-haired young man found himself at one of his old hang-outs, a place he hadn't been to since his relationship with Cass had started to grow. He'd become so involved with her and Raine that there wasn't time to sink back into his old pains. But now he'd slipped a little, and after his latest failed attempt at rooting out where Conan was hiding, Lanny stopped into the club and ordered a few shots.

Cassidy*Others

The last several months had been both wonderful and fearful for Cassidy - Raine was growing quickly, completely over her early-delivery difficulties, and grew more attached to her makeshift family everyday. She'd even started to babble a little bit, prompting Cass to try to get the six-month-old to try to say 'Mama' whenever she thought no one was listening - though certainly Johann had caught her a couple of times and pretended not to notice. On the other hand, there was still the matter of the woman who'd daringly attacked Sheryl right within their own apartment complex and stolen Raimi back; it was something that frightened Cass badly, because never before had any enemy of theirs been that bold, and it awakened new fears that the same might happen to Raine, aroused by the trauma of what had happened to Isaiah. And of course, there was the matter of how all of this was effecting Lanny.

She tried not to let it show, anymore than she allowed anyone to see how paranoidly-fearful she was over Raine, but the young man's obsession with finding Conan disturbed her increasingly as the days went on, particularly as Lanny got more and more involved in it; the way he'd laid into Collin, which of course she'd heard about, spoke to her of a deep frustration within Laurence, and though she wanted to comfort that, she simply was not good with words, when it came to expressing her more tender feelings - particularly where he was involved. So mostly, she'd left him alone... but tonight, he'd gone too far, and the little bug that Johann had once used to track him had ratted him out; by the time Lanny'd had the opportunity to work through a few of his shots, the Night Club door was swinging silently open, and the few patrons that were here at this hour turned brief glances in that direction, only to turn hastily away - clad entirely in black, and moving steadily on her own two feet now that she'd had time to recuperate from her near-death experience, Cass was looking very calm, exteriorly - but of all people, the young man should know that the expression on her face very rarely showed what she was truly feeling. She didn't announce her presence yet, and remained standing in the door, but soon enough, he might begin to notice the silence that had fallen, and a few people that had begun to scurry out a side door, not about to get caught in anything involving the CS, good or bad.

Laurence Zelkovii

The way that the people of Atroe City treated and responded to Cassidy began to shift quite markedly in the last several months. She had been known well enough before, not only as a CrypticSilvers' member, but by her 'profession'. More of late, the attitudes of many people had turned cautious when she was near, in much the same way as when they were in the presence of James or Lanny. Though nothing was ever officially spoken, rumors were flying around town at seeing the two together so much, and when a baby sprung into the mix... well, that cemented the idea of what most people thought; that Cass and Lanny were an item. As quickly as that, Cass had earned a great deal of respect and leeway from many in the city, even if most of it was out of fear. That was particular apparent right now, as the previously noisy, clustered bar suddenly went a notch or two quieter when the young woman did little more than to step into the establishment. Lanny was one of the few who didn't immediately notice the awkward quietness, but that was thanks to the few shots he'd already taken, enough to turn the edges of his cheeks a touch pink, and for his blue eyes to get a little less focused. When he finally did become aware of the change of atmosphere, his surly expression abruptly frozen when his unsteady gaze landed on Cassidy. He didn't say a word at first, but he knew that this would not be good.

Cassidy

A brief glance at the young woman would tell Lanny at least one important fact - she hadn't brought Raine with her. For someone who'd so long been in an under-the-table profession and picked up many of her customers in places like this - and many places that were far worse - Cassidy was curiously particular about places where she would take her daughter, and anyplace that had an ill reputation of any sort, or was liable to be boisterous and occasionally unsafe, was out of the question. So the infant was likely at home with Johann at the moment, which was good because that meant she was safe... but unfortunate for Lanny, because Cassidy might have held back a little, if Raine had been present. The young woman let several moments of silence pass even after he'd finally looked up and noticed her, quietly taking note of the degree of slightly-frightened respect that she'd earned from the other customers in the club - a respect that she would have secretly reveled in, if only her mind hadn't been occupied by other things. As it was, she took those quiet moments to study Lanny.

The slight tinge to his cheeks and the slight glaze to the soft blue eyes gave her a fair estimate of just how much he'd had to drink already, and quick, detailed glance at the glasses and a fast mental review of the young man's liquor preferences identified the poison of choice without the need to be able to see the bottle. From there, she calculated just how compromised his reasoning and temperament would be... and on the list of her observations went. She was using this method of detached assessment to keep her cool for now as she let Lanny squirm under her eerily-even glance and waited for the rest of the uneasy patrons to make their exits. It was when finally all of them had gone - save for one man passed out in a chair at the back of the room and a thoroughly-smashed fellow at another table who was mumbling into his empty glass - that she finally spoke to him. "James doesn't know you're here, yet - I asked Johann not to call him until I'd had a word with you." Even for the young man, who'd had so much opportunity to get to know the subtle nuances of her personality in the last few months, it was near-impossible to tell what she was thinking or feeling right now from either her face or the tone of her voice - but in Cass, emotionlessness was never a good thing.

Laurence Zelkovii

Lanny's observational skills were not at their best right now, but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't see Cassidy's expression - or lack thereof. Unfortunately, the bit of alcohol in him loosened his tongue and disrupted his usual judgment, and rather than trying to make some excuse for why he was here, the young man got defensive instead. Already in a poor mood for his failure in finding Raimi, the surprise in his eyes turned to a mild scowl, "I didn't know Johann was babysitting me. And this isn't any of my brother's business what I do." Lanny blinked once, then twice, trying to make his eyes focus a little better on Cassidy, but no amount of blinking was going to adjust his alcohol-impaired vision. At least his words weren't really slurring at this point, and he was sensible enough to hold a conversation... even if he wasn't entirely himself right now, or he wouldn't have responded as he just did not, at least not to Cassidy.

Cassidy

"He's not babysitting you," she answered calmly, disregarding the little bite in his words. "I tried to call you earlier a couple of times, and you didn't pick up. I've never known you to do that before, so I thought something must be wrong. Funny how it turned out that I was right." That in itself was a challenge to the words he'd put out - she'd just essentially admitted that it hadn't been Johann who'd used the bug in his cell to locate him. And her reply also carried a little bite of her own, which she wouldn't have dared make use of if she hadn't been very aware of a few things. First, she had enough experience with Johann's drinking to know how sensible Lanny would be right now with that much alcohol in his system, and with her keen observational skills, she'd noticed how she'd been enjoying a little bit of immunity over the past months, and while she wasn't fool enough to push it too far, she would push it a little, to get through to him. And of course, there was the ever-present truth that she could always bank on - gang or no, the young man had been raised properly, and he wouldn't lay a hand on her.

For now, she kept very calm, even though her words had turned icy just now to respond to the little snarl in his. Her heels clicked quickly against the hardwood floor as she drew slowly out of the door and toward where he was seated, watching him with the careful quality of a crouching cat - she should have been in her element, in reading what Lanny was feeling and using it to her own advantage, but with the growing of her relationship with him, she'd felt the growing of a discomfort whenever she had to pick him apart as she'd once done on a regular basis. She wrote off the guilt she felt as less important things... but it didn't keep her from feeling it, nevertheless. At last, she selected a chair and seated herself beside him. "You know perfectly well that James believes otherwise, and that Johann's not dumb enough to keep it from him. Now... are you going to tell me what brought you here, or am I going to tell you?" She didn't conceal any of the pointed tones in her voice there - she was reminding him, ever-so-subtly, not to attempt to lie to her... because after all, she already knew the truth. She was just offering him the chance to explain himself.

Laurence Zelkovii

Cassidy was very right on the aspect of Lanny's behavior around women; sure, he'd been known to have a fight or two with previous girlfriends, but never once had he ever laid a hand on them out of violence, no matter how intoxicated he might be. For the co-lead of a gang, he was notoriously easy-going and friendly when he wasn't dealing with enemies... or situations like this one. "So you're babysitting me now?" In his right senses, Lanny never would have gotten this abrupt with Cassidy, and he'd regret his words later. "What's it matter if I have a few drinks?" He never would have said that either, because he knew just why 'having a few drinks' was a bad thing for him, since a few always led to way to many when he was in one of his moods. Blinking again, he watched her cross the room and pick a seat near him, "I came here to relax, and if James and Johann have a problem with that, they'll just have to deal with it." The side effect of having a lacking judgment right now was that he also didn't quite know when to stop with the pointless defense he was putting up.

Cassidy

Shaking her head just a little, she answered, "It's not the phrasing I would choose, but if that's the way you think of it, I won't argue with you. I'm looking after you, yes, because I expect you to come home eventually and be your daughter's father again." Ever-so-subtly, she dealt that blow; she knew how very attached he'd become to 'their' little girl in the past months, and used it to point out the fact that, if the young man got drunk and aught happened to him, Raine would be fatherless. It was a way of giving herself a reason to be worried about him without suggesting that she was growing very close to him, herself. Her voice stayed patient as she went on, "Because it never stops at 'a few', Lanny. I've known you too long to think that you wouldn't have drunk yourself into a stupor right here if I hadn't gotten here just now. No." That last word was to the bartender, who'd briefly reached for the bottle he'd earlier filled Lanny's glass from, and was accompanied by a vicious dart of the blue eyes. "He's had enough, Ralph," she muttered, knowing this particular fellow by name as she frequented this place as well, and though it might have gotten him in trouble if Lanny had been here alone, the portly older man put the bottle away, trusting in Cass' influence over her companion to keep him more or less under control. With that dealt with, and the slight fierceness in her eyes that simply dared Lanny to try to order anything else after she'd spoken to the bartender, she shook her head at Lanny again. "Lanny, you're an even worse liar when you drink. Besides, it's not just their problem now... you've made it mine, because if you mean to be Raine's father, I can't have you disappearing out on your binges anymore. I never liked it before, but it was your own business and I left you to it and didn't interfere. But with her involved, it's different."

Laurence Zelkovii

On the outset, he'd built up quite the expression of determination - if one could discount the bit of glaze in his eyes and the ruby shaded along his cheeks - and planned on winning this argument by sheer stubbornness. That was, until Cassidy pulled out the Raine card and wiped the intense look right off his face. He leaned back a little, silent at first as his muddled brain wrapped around what she'd said to him, and deal with the new feelings that suddenly sprung up. Where he'd been a little brunt with Cassidy just now without really thinking about it, he couldn't just sweep the idea of Raine aside without feeling a stab of guilt. Before he could come up with an intelligent answer, or possibly try in vain to defend himself some more, Cassidy was quickly seizing control of the situation, so much so that she boldly denied him of any more drinks. For a second or two, a flush of red deepened the color on his tanned face, and turned a growly expression between Ralph and Cassidy before abruptly leaving hold of the empty glass and staring at the countertop. "I didn't plan on coming back drunk." It was a meager excuse, but it showed that he was feeling quite guilty now that she'd been able to reach him. And just like that, he went on to dance around the reason why he'd come here in the first place, "How can I protect her if I can't even protect Randy?" Such an open statement would not have come from him if he wasn't already impaired by drinks, and especially while he was in such a public place as this.

Cassidy

Now she had control over the situation again, but as it always had over the past few months, the victory didn't bring the satisfaction that it once had. And it was because of this that some of the ice she'd pulled into her expression and her voice melted a little, allowing her words to be more gentle when next she answered him. "I know you didn't plan on it... but let's both of us stop lying to ourselves, Lanny - if I hadn't shown up, you would have come back drunk." She paused there, just long enough to give Ralph a look, which he took as her permission to cross the room and take up the young man's empty glass. Waiting wordlessly until that was done, and the man had made his way back to a distance where their conversation would remain private, Cass listened quietly to his next words... and at that point, the tipsy young man won the victory, in that he dug at a soft spot in her, causing her to close her eyes very briefly and let out a sigh. When she opened them again, she reached one of her hands cautiously to lay a hand on his arm, and all of the coldness she'd been speaking to him with was gone when she told him, "Because I'm not Sheryl, and Johann's not James... and Raine isn't the child of our enemies. She's ours. There's no one else to lay claim to her but the two of us." She wouldn't say how, secretly, that very question haunted her too, though more in reference to what had happened to her son than what had occurred with Raimi - but one thing was certain; she was not a druggie anymore, and not a prideful, reckless fool as Sheryl could sometimes be, and Johann did not have James' tendency for bravado and a flashy temper to compromise his reason. Bold, the older Zelkovii had always been - but it had been that boldness that had caused him to bring Raimi into the open to make a statement to Conan, and thus had allowed the young Carlyle the opportunity to get the child back. And also, perhaps most importantly - Raine didn't belong to someone else.

Laurence Zelkovii

One bad thing about this for Lanny was that he drank enough to loosen his words and put his emotions more freely out in the open, but he hadn't consumed enough that he'd forget any of what he said later. Part of him would be glad he'd finally been able to get this source of insecurity and frustration off his chest, but the other half of him would be embarrassed about it all... and ashamed that he'd given into one of his bad habits again, and by doing so, impaired his ability to protect Raimi and Cassidy at this time. There was nothing he could say to her first statement that wouldn't be a lie - she was right, and he knew it. He may have intended only to drink a little, but deep down, he knew he was going to get smashed. The young man looked up again when he felt a hand on his arm, and his features had greatly softened from their previous fierceness, "And what if one of our enemies want revenge? They'll go after her first." It was probably unsurprising that he'd been thinking of these sorts of things, and had built up quite a fear for the young girl's safety, even if she was about as protected as could be right now; very few would be foolish enough to try and take their daughter and risk setting the entire gang on them. "I can't get Randy back from the damned Wallocks." Considering the family's peaceful ways and an utter lack of violence, Lanny saw it as a particularly harsh blow that he couldn't get Raimi back from them.

Cassidy

"And you think that getting trashed is going to help you protect her better?" A few months ago, that would have been a sarcastic comment to try to get a rise out of him and get his focus away from the drinks and more toward his anger with her, but now it was an impossibly tender, soft question, and accompanied by the way that she gently squeezed his arm. She sighed heavily, and her voice came back much softer. "You think I don't lay awake nights thinking the same thing? You ask Johann, and I'm sure he'd be glad to tell you - the two of you have gotten so tight, recently." Of course, any progress that had been made toward peace between the older man and the younger one had been simply because of something that Johann couldn't ignore anymore - Cass was very much attached to Lanny, and if he didn't learn how to get along with the younger man, it would hurt her. Not to mention the fact that the both of them had spent so long talking over what to do with she and Raine as they nursed mother and daughter back to health. "The nightmares haven't gone away... they don't come as often, but they still come. I am all too aware that Raine would be an easy target for them - but she's an easier one, when you do this." When her senses indicated to her that she was going too far into the emotional realm, Cassidy smoothly turned the conversation back to Lanny and his drinking problem, and then fell silent - but only for a moment, because the bitterness in his tones reached her abruptly. "Lanny..." she started, and then stopped because really, what could she say about that? Finally, because she felt awkward having said nothing, she murmured, "I know you miss him."

Laurence Zelkovii

It was like salt being rubbed into the wounds to hear that, even as softly as Cassidy spoke it. And yet, it was something that he needed to hear, because it drove the matter home even further, to a point that he had to acknowledge it, especially since it had come from Cassidy. A very minor glower came to his eyes when she mentioned Johann and him being buddies, and though it was true, it was still a secretly sore subject for him ever since the revelation of the shooting - but he had to admit that they were getting closer, if only for Cassidy's sake, and Lanny's grudging respect for the man's wisdom and resourcefulness in the gang. "Alright, alright..." Lanny scrubbed over his face, in as much a gesture of frustration as it was a pointless attempt to wake himself up a little more from the effects of the alcohol. "I know, and I'm sorry." Contrasting his brother's ways, Lanny had an easier time admitting his wrongs and apologizing, particularly after he'd indulged as he had now with his old vice. Cassidy was lucky to have reached him when she did - had she come a little earlier, he would have been much more difficult to get to open up as easily as he had now; and if she'd come any later, he'd have been too far gone to have any worthwhile conversation with. "We should just go now. Raine shouldn't be by herself." Of course, he knew Cassidy wouldn't have left the child by herself, but in his less than neatly worded way, he meant that she should be with at least one of her parents. As for the comment on Raimi, Lanny ignored it entirely. It was too much of a stress and source of grief for him to acknowledge any more than he had.

Cassidy

"I don't want your apology," she answered him softly, beginning to rub her thumb soothingly over the back of his arm to emphasize that she wasn't really angry with him. "I want your promise that you won't let this take over again. A bit of alcohol's one thing - you know that I take some myself, every now and then - but you can get to a point when you're in one of your moods where the balance of control shifts and the drink takes over, and I hate that. It hasn't happened for a while... I guess I'd kidded myself that you were maybe over it." That was an admission in and of itself of how she'd allowed herself to think that maybe his attachment to Raine - and, in a more subtle sense, to her - might have been enough to keep his demons at bay; after all, this had been the first time since the infant's birth that she'd had to fetch him. In any case, when he shifted his attention onto leaving, she shook her head some. "No, I've got something else to tell you before we go... the thing I was trying to tell you when I called earlier. I think I've found another button we can push to make young Mr. Carlyle's life very difficult, and make him more prone to coming out in the open where we can find him."

Laurence Zelkovii

Personally, the young man himself had thought that he could control these urges so long as he had Cassidy and Raine there to remind him that he needed to be there for them, and not lost out in one of the taverns, or worse - out in the boonies somewhere - trying to drown his sorrows. For many months even, he'd help up to that, but on this day, the demons had finally caught up to him and he took the low road to try and ease some of the pain. "It's not going to happen again." The touch on his arm reminded him why he'd stayed away from the liquor all of these months, and doubled the shame he felt for being here in the first place, "I promise." And he meant it, for what it might be worth in his inebriated state. He was all for getting up at this point to get out of the tavern, but Cassidy caught his attention and he did his best to focus his distracted attention on what she was saying. For the first time since talking with her tonight, the co-lead glanced around them, to make sure no one else was nearby, "What'd you find out?"

Cassidy

The promise he gave her helped to calm Cassidy quite a bit, even given in his slightly-less-than-par state, and he was rewarded for his intent not to let this happen again by the way she finally smiled and closed her eyes, leaning toward him until she could lay her forehead against his shoulder. "I'll hold you to that," she whispered, but it was more a relieved answer than anything. And after resting against him for a minute or so, she drew away and sat up to be more business-like, though she still didn't take her hand away from his arm. "I found Randy's babysitter." She whispered, and grinned slyly at him, looking like the cat who'd caught the mouse. "I've been keeping an eye on the arab's movements, as well as things like his financial situation, bills... and his phone records. I've been noticing over the past month an unusual number of hour-long calls several times a week, always to the same number - so I looked it up to find out who might be calling our fellow; turns out, the calls are all coming from a large ranch on the edge of town. On that ranch lives a young man who's locally famous - they call him the wolf boy, because he apparently has a gift with the wolves... I cannot think it is coincidence that he is calling the leading biologist in this area. So he already has a prominent link to Tarak, which we can exploit. But it gets better." Her grin grew in size and demonic nature, giving her pretty face a frightening look, and she went on, "Knowing the ties he had to Tarak, I did some digging, talked to a few neighbors, asked around - and a tall, broad-shouldered redhead on horseback has been seen passing through the neighbors' lands more than once, always with a toddler in his arm, headed for that ranch. The home of the Joneses and Tahmores Wolfbrother, my friend, is where Conan takes Randy when he is too occupied to look after him."

Laurence Zelkovii

Of all the ways this confrontation could have ended, this was hands down the best outcome for them both. He'd still have to face all of this again in the morning, when he was sober enough to recount the words that had passed between the both of them - but it was a good wake-up call nonetheless. Lanny leaned his head down, resting it against Cass's for the brief time that she drew near him, and thanked his lucky stars that she'd forgiven him for this, and he hadn't hurt their relationship... a relationship that neither of them were terribly aware of, or unable to admit, despite everyone else seeing it. Soon after this, it was back to business, or as close to as Lanny could get while he wasn't quite as sharp as he normally was. "Tarak again?" As opposed to most others, the Arab man was a near perfect target to go after, simply because he lacked the sort of street smarts that those like Conan had. He was infinitely clever in his own way, but if caught off guard and on his own, the man posed very little physical threat to anyone since the worst he ever carried was mace - no guns or knives. "I think I know who you're talking about... they have a boy, John?" Lanny mirrored Cassidy's grin once he caught up with what she was saying and put the information to use. "Great work, Cass."

Cassidy

"Now mind you," she cautioned, not wanting the young man to get too excited just yet, "He carries a knife, and word around the city is that he knows how to use it, in a pinch. And he hangs around with this bloody-huge wolf when he's at the ranch. But... he never takes the beast when he heads away from the ranch, and I've heard from some of our sources that our fellows been asking around about Tarak's address; he's going to be going to visit him soon, I'd lay money, and it'd be a simple bit to... well, happen across him on the way." Her grin turned still more lascivious, just as though she hadn't been smiling in contentment just moments ago and enjoying how he'd leaned in against her in their own sort of an embrace. It was impossible to tell now that this frightening creature held any sort of deeper, more tender emotion than the bloodthirstiness she was displaying right now. "And if he won't talk, I think a little bit of a work over might persuade him - or maybe that family he lives with."

Laurence Zelkovii

Knowing where Tarak's house was, Lanny was trying to place where Tahmores lived. He'd heard of the young man more than once, but it was through John that he knew a bit more about the family - ever since his father's death, the youngest son of the household had dabbled in things that would have horrified his mother, and certainly accounted for why he was consistently late coming home, and scarcely kept up with his chores anymore. "If we can figure out what day, it shouldn't be hard to plant a trap." Despite a slightly dimmed mind, Lanny was doing his best to come up with some helpful ideas, particularly as this involved Raimi, who was the whole reason why he'd ended up at the tavern tonight. "Somewhere near Tarak's, I'd guess." He knew there was a sizable amount of canines where Tah lived, and after being set upon by the Lurkers once, Lanny didn't want to risk being mauled by a pack of dogs again - being closer to Nadeem's house sounded safer to him. "He lives far out enough that we should be able to find a spot without raising suspicion from the neighbors."

Cassidy

"My thoughts exactly," she answered, nodding briefly. "The guy hasn't got a cellphone or a car - goes around by foot, he does. But Johann should still be able to get us what we need; I bet we could get the phone company to get us a tap into their lines without too much effort, and that would let us listen in and find out when he means to go visit Tarak." Shaking her head some at the simplicity of the matter, she went on, "No one's ever at the house but the woman, and she's smart enough, but she's just not built for this town; the only thing she could do would be to call the police if he didn't come home on time - and of course, we can take care of that." And that cemented the details - if they could catch Tahmores away from the ranch, where the dogs wouldn't be there to defend him, he would be curiously-easy prey - and there was no way the gang would feel the repercussions of it. "Now then... that's settled. Now what do you say to a ride home and a chaser to dumb the hangover?"

Laurence Zelkovii

Lanny was known for his love of adventurous sports, but couldn't imagine not having a cellphone or car, and to hear that Tahomores had neither of those things... it put the young man as easy prey in his mind, whether that was a wise thing to think or not. "And none of 'em would think twice that we were involved, if we sly enough about it. Far as they know, the kid isn't on our radar." If Nadeem or one of the Wallocks disappeared, suspicious fingers would point immediately to the CrypticSilvers, not that much would be done about it; but if Tah went missing...? It would be a stretch to link that with the gang, unless any of the young man's friends came across evidence that he was being watched. "A trip through McDonnalds sounds perfect right now." Passing over the offer of a virgin drink of some sort, Lanny opted for food instead. And knowing Cass, he was already pulling the keys out of his pocket to hand over to her, since he knew he couldn't persuade her to let him drive himself anywhere right now.

Cassidy

"You've got a deal," she answered, and now he was offered the quiet, genuine smile that he was more and more often privileged to see, as the two of them drew closer to one another with every day. "Besides - I haven't had McDonalds for six months. It's just been put back on my menu, as of last appointment." The smile grew into a grin - every time one of the restrictions to her diet was removed, the young woman had been known to celebrate by immediately going out and having her fill of whatever food item she'd recently been told was again safe for her to eat, and with fast-food now restored to her, she wasn't going to object to a run through the local burger place. And with all ceremony taken care of in that comment, she gladly took his keys from him and headed for the door, her step much lighter than it had been when she'd come in.

Laurence Zelkovii

"Better reason yet, to make a swing by there." His lop-sided grin made an appearance, and he stood up when she did. He wasn't exactly thrilled to leave his bronco here, as he'd fully intended on driving it after leaving the tavern, despite the obviously bad idea that that was, but there was simply no way he'd be allowed to drive it anywhere while Cass was in control. On the brighter side of it all, the night had at least ended on a far more positive note than he'd imagine, with Cass getting her first 'real meal', as Lanny saw it, and a whole new plan in the works for getting Raimi back.