♪ My two boys ♪

[Skylar]

I text Pat first asking if he has time to meet up. I give him the location just in case. He’s kinda like me, so I know if he’s free he’ll be here. Only problem with this, aside from the fact I’m not sure Ricky will show, is that I would have prefered to go to Lancaster’s. I know it’s petty to avoid the place but I’m pissed at Elliot and I don’t want to see him. Next I text Ric. I was tempted to tell him to get his arse over to me because I’m in trouble. He’d believe that. But he’d likely yank me to him which would be counter productive. Instead, I tell him the truth, I’m at Grosseto`s and I want him to come join me and meet me Patrick. My guys meeting is a little overdue. I mean I’m pretty sure they’ve seen each other about. Maybe. I don’t really remember, but even if they have, this is different. They’re both mine now; one by marriage, one by blood. Hopefully they’ll mesh better than Elliot and Ric do.
I seat myself at one of the benches outside cos I figure Ric will prefer to be out of the restaurant atmosphere. Obviously I sit myself at the bench furthest from the doors too, as Ric’s not really a people person and the further from others we are the more comfortable he’ll be and I want him comfortable. If it were just Pat and me I’d of been content at the bar, or in one of the little tables for two nestled among the other diners. But it’s not just Pat and me, so outside in the corner it is.
I hum to myself and tap idly on the table while I wait for them to either reply or show up. or both.

[Roderic]

I yank out the fang of the large beast that's slumped down in the woods over a few broken branches and pocket the thing. Next, I hack off both the front paws. I'm not sure if anyone can use them, but I could at the very least. I bring my hunting knife down in the chest of the bear and start to drag it across the length of the bear. I intend to skin it and do something with the hide later.

I'm not even half way through gutting the thing when my phone goes off. I sigh, bring the back of my hand to my forehead and rub at it. I feel the blood of the bear smear on my face as I do this, but I don't care. Before I grab my phone out of my pocket, I wipe my hands on my jeans and look past the immediate area. I hadn't heard anything, but I want to be aware of my surroundings. After scanning the area and then nodding, I grab the phone and look down at the message. And then I groan. I hate when my schedule is messed with. Now I have to leave the hide here, go shower and look half way presentable.

I sigh, stand up and teleport to the front of the flats. I dislike Skylar's spontaneity. No, I just dislike spontaneity. I enter the main building area, look around and head to the eighth floor. As the elevator ascends, I start to relax. I enter the apartment, take off both my shoes and drop the supplies off on my craft table. I shower, change and then tome to the Eyrie, where I just through a fadeportal and end up at a train station. I take the train to the Wickbridge area and head over to her. "Hey." I say as I stuff my hands in my pockets and look around.

[Patrick Bishop]

The ball slides into the pocket like if was some kind of invisible tracks and mixture of excitement and frustration erupt from around the table. I hold out my hand and look at the rather pissed off looking *** that just lost a few hundred dollars. I can't get the grin off my face as I close my fist around other people's money.

My phone goes off in back pocket and I quickly dig it out. I quickly read the message and reply back that I'd be there soon. The cash I had just won is handed over to Michael and I tell him to buy every one a round but the ****** that lost. I give him a quick wink and tell him I'll pick him up after his shift tonight before I head out.

The station isn't too far away thankfully, so I'm not super late to this meeting. Once there I quickly scan the room to see if I can spot her. I jokingly frown as we are not at the bar but make my way over to her none the less. "Hey mamma bear."

[Skylar]

Ricky's the first to arrive and I'm pleasantly surprised by that. I know he's not all that into PDA but I figure **** it, he's gotta get used to me being me in public eventually. I mean I'm happy to keep the real lovey dovey stuff private but I should be able to jump up and greet my husband. So that's exactly what I do. I'm on my feet by the time he reaches the table.
"Hey yourself."
I wrap my arms around his neck and quickly press my lips to his, before I decide to push things a little further and attempt to kiss him properly when my lips meet his again.
"I'm so ******* glad you came."
I step back, grinning and adjust the short, cropped leather jacket I'm wearing. I've not dressed in anything fancy. My usual style of jeans paired with a punky t-shirt is good to go anywhere. Well. Anywhere I usually go.
"Sit down babe. I'm sure Patrick will be here soon."
We maybe outside but we're still being waited on. I told the guy I was waiting for people and to come back when there were three of us at the table. Thankfully he's not hovering nearby. The restaurant is busy enough that he's only popped back twice so far to check up on me.
I spot Patrick the moment he steps out back and stand to wave him over. I have to get back up, cos I'd sat next to Ricky. Naturally. I hear him speak and laugh. It's weird to be called momma bear, considering that's what I call Pi. Never much expected to have that name directed at me but it's kinda nice. Unlike I do with Ricky when I'm public, I don't have to hold back on being me with Pat so I close the distance between us by running to greet him. I throw my arms around him all too enthusiastically and place an overly dramatic kiss - complete with smacking noise - to his cheek.
"Hey baby bear. Didn't drag you from Michael's bed now did I?"
I've got one arm wrapped around his waist as I lead him the last few steps to our table and bump his hip, throwing him a wink as I tease him with my question.
"Patrick, this is Ric. Ric, this is my little cub Patrick. Isn't he just adorable."
I swat Pat on the butt like I usually do and seat myself back next to Ric. I kinda want to take Ric's hand, but I don't. I don't want to make my guy any more uncomfortable in this situation than he might already be. Though knowing me I'll give up on being good in a matter of minutes.

[Roderic]

At the mention of 'Momma Bear,' I look for the woman I know. I don't see her, so I look over at Patrick like the guy is a little delusional. Until, I see Skylar warm up to him. I just watch the two of them. Their interaction. Then I think about my Things. Mostly, my first Thing. I hope this isn't how she wants us to be. That will never happen.

She more or less implies he might have been banging some dude name Michael and I look away. Some things I don't want or need to know. I wonder what Skylar tells him when I'm not around. About us. I'll ask her later. "Hey." I say to Patrick when there is finally silence. Thank **** people stopped talking.

I really give Patrick a one over and decide I'm not commenting about how adorable I don't think he is. He's not my type. Hell, I barely know what my type is, but at least Skylar lets me figure it out with the roleplaying we do here and there. I think I really dig nurses. Smart nurses. Not skanky, dumb nurses. Well, I like them too. I'd like to slice their necks open. I think I made an internal joke. I smile, but then make it vanish when I cough. This whole thing is ******* weird. Not because Skylar's practically molesting the guy in front of me, but because she's showcasing him off like he's some prize or something.

[Patrick Bishop]

I laugh at Sky "I love you Mamma, but you would not of been enough to pull me out of bed." As Ric says hey I nod back "Hey." Isit down at the table and watch Sky and Ric for a moment. They make up and odd couple in my opinion but ****, as long as she's happy, that's fine with me.

I grab a waitress as she passes by to bring me a drink, Jamison, because **** it, I'm Irish and its good to drink. I turn my attention back to them "So what's the plan for the evening mamma bear? I'm all yours till day brake."

[Skylar]

I can't help but laugh as Pat tells me I'm not worth getting out of bed for. Well okay, he didn't say that exactly but if he was with his guy, that would be true. I can get that. I mean Ric and I do our own thing but **** anyone that thinks they could get me to leave our bed once I've managed to get him in it. Not that he tends to fight me on stuff like that anymore.
I order two JDs and coke while we have the waitresses attention. I'm not really sure what I wanna eat. I might just grab a pizza. Maybe. I'm not sure. But the two drinks thing is necessary. I'll do what I've done in the past, put one in front of Ric and then switch the glasses from time to time. For the sake of appearances that is. I'm not sure if this place serves blood and even if they did it wouldn't do him any good, cos they probably wouldn't stock what he needs.
"Now there's an offer no girl could refuse."
I wink at Pat. Not sure I'll need him till day break but it's sweet of him to let me know he's got no plans for the night and that basically I can nab him for as long as is necessary. Ric will probably try and skip out in ten minutes. He might make it longer since there's just the three of us but I guess we'll see. He's not much of a people person. Honestly I'm just happy he showed. While I hope they'll like one another, there's not much I can do if they don't.
"So... Ric here isn't all that into conversation."
I place my hand on Ric's knee and give it a gentle squeeze as I address Patrick.
"So no worries if he's a little quiet and I jabber away like normal."
I look over at Ric hoping he's not too offended by my talking about him in this manner. I'm pretty sure I've told Pat that Ric isn't much of a talker but it never hurts to remind him and I want Ric to know that I don't expect him to be anyone other than who he is. I'm not so much apologising for who he is, as explaining who he is.
"And I'm pretty sure I told you Pat's a social butterfly like me."
It's kinda nice that Pat's like me. Honestly it is. And that we're both like Elliot. Patrick's a third generation Allurist. I'd wonder if that's something to do with the blood but I think it has more to do with the people Elliot and I hang around with. Not that I couldn't cope with a childe like Ric. Each to their own and all that. I'm just more likely to attract the sociable ones.
"I'm trying to think what you guys have in common, besides me that is. Probably your love of fighting. I mean neither of you were exactly run of the mill kinda people before you, you know... croaked. Not like me. You both knew about this world and had skills and stuff."
I shrug my shoulder ever so slightly. I'm sure I've told Ric that Patrick was a paladin but I don't think I ever told Pat that Ric was a blood thief. Honestly, I probably wouldn't be bringing it up now if it wasn't for my need to find a common ground for them. Not that they probably need me to do that. Thank god I remembered to lower my vice before I started talking about death and fighting stuff though, cos that would be one hell of a stupid thing to be shouting about.

[Roderic]

I'm just watching and listening to how things are playing out between Skylar and Patrick. I wonder if I should be jealous-or feel something, but I don't. I'm not bothered by the fact that they are close and they have those stupid pet nicknames for the other. And they're the touchy feely sort.

I focus on Patrick when Skylar says something about run of the mill before being sired. What does she mean by that? Does she know my real hobby and passion? No. I decide she can't know. Skylar wouldn't drop a ball like that right here, right now. And she certainly wouldn't hold on to what she knows for any long length of time. I bet Skylar can't keep many secrets. Not the really big kind anyways.

So what does she mean by that? I know for a fact this guy isn't, or wasn't a blood thief. At least not a good one. I knew and know a lot of them and never met him once. Sorcerer? Paladin? Was there something else? I don't remember. New things kept cropping up here and there.

"You like to fight?" I ask the guy. I have no tone to my voice, or any facial expression, but I can't believe it. Then again, look at the company Skylar keeps with me. I think she likes giving the image of being some nice, good girl, while hanging out with all the wrong sorts of people. Or maybe, deep down, she's a bad girl waiting to come out. I like to think the latter thought. Eventually, Skylar won't be afraid to get her hands dirty and even get a backbone here and there. Stab someone. Kill them even. I know that night is bound to come up sooner than later, even if she doesn't.

"What about Foosball?" I ask, pointing to the table that I know what it is, but don't know how to play it or the rules. But, at least we wouldn't have to talk then.

[Patrick Bishop]

He asked me if I like to fight and I just grin at first. "Every damn day if I can" I'll leave it at that for now. No need to go into detail just yet. If the guy really wanted to know, he'd ask but, like Sky had said he wasn't much of a talker so I wasn't to worried about having to elaborate. That and the fact that we were out around people. People tend to eavesdrop even without knowing anyone that is talking. He'll you find out good information sometimes if you just pay attention to what's being said around you.

I look over at the Foosball table and nod. "I can play." Not well. Pool was more my game but I was willing to do anything at least once. I finish my drink off quickly before standing up and making my way over to the tables. It will be interesting to see if I get my ars handed to me or not.

[Skylar]

I look around me when Ric mentions a foosball table. This place doesn't look like the sort of place that would have one but sure enough there's one over in the corner of the garden. I don't know what it's doing there. Best guess would be that some frat house had organised some sort of tournament. I mean what kind of establishment is going to turn down that kind of thing? It's money in the bank right? Providing they can get the guys or gals to eat first. I'd imagine that's part of the deal cos a bunch of drunken students aren't really good for most businesses. I have to stop myself from smirking as I think this. Which becomes even more difficult when I realise that the boys have found a way to compete against one another. Typical. If they think I'm taking sides, they have another thought coming. I'll cheer them both on and distract them both if I can.
My mind quickly wanders. I mean distracting Pat should theoretically be more difficult since I'm not bedding him but Ric's got this ability to focus that I'm almost envious of. Bending over and **** like that isn't likely to work. I could steal the ball and hide it down my top though. I'm pretty sure I'd get Ric's attention then. I laugh at my own stupidity. Here I am plotting and we haven't even gotten up from the table yet.
"Getting your game on?"
I stand up and walk over to the table they're about to start playing on. Obviously I park myself at one end, by one of the goals and I wait and for them to step up and start twirling the handles. I quickly pick up the ball, my previous idea flashing through my mind somewhat briefly. If I'm gonna stand here and watch them compete, I guess I'll take on the role of referee. I'll drop the ball in the centre of the table when the guys are ready to start playing.
"So... Best of what? Five? Fifteen? You guys gonna wager anything or is this just for kicks?"
They don't have to play for stakes or anything but it does usually make things interesting. The guys and I usually do stupid stuff. Loser buys the next round, or something. Sometimes it’s for dares. Obviously we don't state up front what the loser has to do. There's no fun in that. Somehow the unknown consequences seems to make it that much more real. No idea why.