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While Birdee was eager to get outside and away from people, she was just as eager to get outside and let her 'brother' work his magic. She had heard him with the woman, and wasn't going to be cramping on his style. She was attractive enough, Birdee thought, and he was completely legal, so why not?

"And a player with some mad game." Birdee chimed in as he mentioned being a dork. Not just a dork, but a big dork. She wasn't sure if that was what she would label Lou as, not that Birdee really labeled people anything. After all, she wouldn't want to be labeled as any certain type of thing. Dork, Nerd, Goth, Freak, Prep-and anything else out there. Birdee believed that labels actually hurt people and society more than helped either cause. To her, they were all people-even vampires. Though, vampires were a bit cooler, only because Birdee didn't get any of their vibage.

"Get her number?" Birdee asked as she opened the door to the truck with the hand that had some bread in it, squishing it a little. She wasn't high maintenance. That **** looked worse in your stomach, who cared if it was dented a little bit? Her teasing ended when Lou basically invited himself inside her place, Birdee slamming the door closed and then buckling up. "I sort of wasn't really expecting company..." Birdee trailed off, knowing there ha to be a few beer cans that were completely drained of their content, or half drained on counters and any other surfaces. A bong too and never mind her own small plant she was gifted from one of her tightest friend's in the city. "Tornado is sort of an understatement. Maybe you could come back tomorrow for dinner." A suggestion given, after Birdee pointed to the direction they needed to go, then gave him an address of the duplex she lived in.

Birdee didn't know anything about Lou, but if he was a player, she wasn't judging. It was funny really, cause they would be polar opposites in that respect; Birdee choosing to avoid any form of relationship with most people outside of her family, where he was totally cool with forming relationships, no matter how brief or long they might be. "Yeah, that was cool. Still think she fancied you a bit." Birdee shrugged her shoulders in the air quickly before thinking about letting Lou in her apartment, regardless of the mess, or going back to his place.

"It's cool. I don't mind, but it's not up to par. Fair warning." Birdee commented as a song came on and either he was thinking about her offer, or the music struck him because Lou fell silent. When they came on her block, Birdee pointed to the duplex style apartment with her left pointer finger. "There it is, and lucky for us, seems there are some open spots on our side of the street." One, which happened to be behind Birdee's Turquoise Tornado and so she made a specific point to point it out to him. "You can park behind my car, if you want. Should fit."

Once they were parked, Birdee bounded out of the truck and made a few moves to the first step which was close to the public sidewalk. When she climbed it, Birdee waited for Lou, and ran a hand through her wild tresses. "I got the upstairs one. The neighbor works night, so we kinda need to respect that they'll be sleeping, but they're pretty cool otherwise." Birdee attested as she dug out the keys to the duplex and made a move to the front door to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, directly to the left was a set of stairs to take her up to her apartment, the faint scent of cigarettes and weed wafted in the air above their heads. When they were upstairs, Birdee jiggled the doorknob and then put her key in the lock. "Thing sticks sometimes." Birdee informed him, before she shoved the door open and the two were greeted with a lot of late 80's and early 90's style of furniture, with a hideous puke green carpet took away from the decor and made a statement all its own.

Louvel was left sitting in the cab of the truck to watch Birdee nearly fly away with the opening of her passenger door. There would be no surprise that was subject to the insta-smile that erupted on his face at the sight of her moving. An infectious energy was present that might as well of gripped him by his jacket collar and tugged him out of his seat and following suit. Once his door opened he paused long enough to peel the jacket off his shoulders and arms. Shrugging off the minimal weight he gave it a toss back into the cab of the truck and locked the door before closing it. After the door sank into the solid but spot rusty framework he patted his front pants pockets and confirmed the left one held his keys that were no longer in the ignition. The back self-pat down assured him that he did have his wallet with him carrying his i.D., credit cards and everything else he made a point not to leave home without.

“Well, damn. It sounds like the band we booked for tonight will need to be cancelled and the liquor store run was pretty much a waste of our time.” He announced as he took the long steps forward to join her with enthusiasm he couldn’t really remember having in recent days or months.

Then again he was not known to meet many local people as he had Birdee and even less likely to be seen heading into a duplex in the part of town they were currently in. That was not to say it was a bad thing they were entering her place. Not at all. It said a lot more about the lack of socializing he did outside family and even less so not work related. But Birdee was no recent acquaintance or business colleague was she? She was the long lost sibling Otto left behind that he never knew he had.

After a short, hardly noticeable climb and a few seconds more spent while she jiggled then successfully unlocked a door they were inside the building and closer to her unit she would introduce him to. He glanced back at her topaz mechanical gem and took note of his relic of a truck parked behind it. There was no concern that he wouldn’t see it again. He was heading into her apartment not some sort of abyss taking him closer to hell. He was sure she was being overly dramatic. He had been known to make change from a reindeer nut sack coin pouch and sleep in pastures and open markets while waiting for the last puddle jumper to arrive to collect him. She would find out eventually she had all the creature comforts he could live without at any given moment and season in the world.

Although if he was to be honest he really never set eyes on so much ‘extreme’ green carpet like he was standing on as soon as he followed her and stepped inside.The exterior hallway weed and old disappointing scent of cheap smoke was about enough to have him hold his breath at the sea of shagged green in front of him as he bravely moved forward. Weed was nothing really to him. He certainly had more than his fair share as well as all the leaves that made the high altitudes he commonly hiked far more tolerable after rough flights to the base camps. Weed had to make drowning in the artificial and vibrant green far easier to adapt to. Mara certainly made use of it while leaving him to navigate the open highways before he was old enough to legally drive.

“Pretty sure my Mom’s VW bus we used to camp in every summer on our way back and forth to Cali had this exact same carpet.” To prove he was genuine in what he said he knelt down and bravely brushed his open hand over it as if it would be able to bring him that much closer to what was fondly a part of his past. “Her sample was faded from the sun. Not quite so…” He stood back up and slid his hands into his front jean pockets. “Bright?” The tone of his voice certainly made it sound as if he was questioning the use of the word he chose. “Otto said he refused to be caught dead in it. Always booked his first class flights weeks ahead of time. I am pretty sure that was more of a temptation to Mara than it was an invitation from him.” He closed the open door casually behind him so they were finally closed off from the world and shrugged lightly. “It’s yours and I like it. Thanks for inviting me in.”

The joke was not missed by Birdee, and it made her laugh. Lou seemed to be relaxing and down to earth, which was good. She imagined what the other 'brother' would be like, simply because he told her she had one, but came to believe he wasn't so much like her or him given they weren't close. "Woah, woah now. Liquor is never a waste of time." Birdee confessed with a laugh as they made their way in her apartment for Lou to check out her place.

She didn't blame him for wanting to know how she lived. Birdee too wanted to know how her 'brother' lived, but was cool with taking it one step at a time. But since she had to go home and he had a car, it made sense that he wanted to not only drop her off, but see how the other half lived. So to speak.

When he talked about his mom's VW, Birdee felt a streak of envy run through her. Mostly because her mom and her couldn't really do a lot of things with traveling, though she did take her to a trip here and there given she got really cheap airline seats-the big expense was usually the hotel room or the attractions. Birdee suspected those trips every few years were possible given the money Otto gave her mom for some form of child support. A few dollars here and there saved up over a total of three years and viola! A weekend in Arizona, or Florida. But, the real Envy stemmed not from being unable to do that due to finances, but when her mom got sick with cancer and had to go down to part-time for a few years...those trips stopped and time spent with mom were all but happy times.

"Well, got to take care of it. It's retro now and retro is gonna be coming back in again. Wait and see." Birdee commented about the carpet, her head giving a sound nod, indicating she fully believed it. Maybe because she more or less lived, or dressed the retro life style. Once they were in, Birdee moved to grab a few bottles and put them behind her back with a nervous laugh. "Sorry about the mess, but the couch is clear and clean." Birdee pointed to the couch with one hand that had the least amount of bottles in it. "Want something to drink? Water? Ice tea? Beer?" She'd only let him have one beer since he was driving, but one wouldn't kill anyone. After she asked that, Birdee disappeared into the kitchen where a clang of bottles being tossed in the recycle bin could be heard from the other room.

Her head popped around the corner of the kitchen the looked at Lou. "Beer, I got. One beer coming right up." Birdee said with a smile, as she grabbed a bottle of dark flavored malt for him and one for her from the fridge. Birdee set them both down on the counter that she had been busy clearing, to grab a metal beer opener that was part of a key chain that was stuck to her fridge due to the magnet on the back of it.

Birdee stuffed it in her pants pocket without opening other beer and headed back into the living room. Lou might be her brother, but that didn't mean he trusted her. Until they had some sort of understanding of the other, it was best in Birdee's mind to leave the beer top on and let him do it. He was a big boy after all.

"Here ya go." Birdee offered the beer to her 'brother' before she reached into her pocket and pulled out the metal beer opener and tossed it on a stack of unopened bills. It reminded Birdee to sign up for paperless billing, as she paid the bills online. To him, it probably looked like she didn't give a **** about bills and responsibilities. "I paid those. Online." She clarified before sitting down and setting the beer on a coaster that was made from rope. "And yeah. The owner of the place had me sign six months. Not a bad deal really. If I hate it, I can bounce somewhere else. If it's right up my alley, I can stay and do the month to month thing. So far, so good-but only two months in." She shrugged her shoulders, having no real complaints about the place. It had everything she needed. Walls, heat, electricity and a window unit for the summer in the main living room area.