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"We can manage that." Maebe hadn't planned on trying to get her new charge drunk, but that made her lack of actual planning a lot easier. "I might have a thing or two saved up from a party, if you're not picky. Let's make believe we're doing something productive for an hour, and then disappear into my room until they call you back to sleep." She paused, thinking about it. "Hell, if we do our job right, you'll be unconscious before they even come to get you."

Maybe they'd put them both back in the pods. Maebe wasn't even perturbed by this possibility.

"Right this way.. b***h." Somehow, when Maebe used the phrase, it sounded so much less playful - but she'd tried her best. She hooked arms with the girl to lead her out. Along the way, her eyes strayed to the man who'd watched her earlier, and they remained on him for the walk past. But when she disappeared behind him, her eyes were straight ahead, and her hand was firmly grasped on Alistaire's a** for the split second she was there.

Oh, she'd missed him.

O-Oh! Had that been another wink? Lydia supposed it might have been, though it was hard to tell with eyes that were beginning to water now from all of the strain. Where had she left her glasses, anyways? Still, she gave the man a broad grin, wondering if she should perhaps wink back or if there had not actually been a wink to give one back to......

The wolf-man was speaking, something about being adopted. Wyatt caught up with them and she gave him a light pat on the shoulder, though now she was too busy staring around at everyone in the room that suddenly began to close in around the group of early risers like a kracken's tentacles, coming in closer, tighter, squeezing....

...She quite visibly shuddered. "Post traumatic memory loss, perhaps." She muttered under her breath, giving her head a light shake, watching as other early risers were approached one by one. Oh, that one seemed to know someone! And so did that one! For all of her flighty behaviour, she did actually pay attention to what was going on around her.

For the most part.

"Interest--" She started to say, much louder then before, turning to grab for some more food from the table when suddenly she felt something, or rather, somebody, collide into her.

"Oh! OH I AM SORRY!" She cried out, reaching out to grab for the other woman's arms. She was small, shorter then Lydia, which was somewhat rare in most situations, though she knew these were not quite normal situations to find oneself in.

She was absolutely enjoying every minute of it!

The smaller woman was offered a wide smile. "HI! I'm Lydia, by the way. Are with us, or them?" She pointed out towards the crowd of what was called "hunters".

Just in case she was one of "them", she gave the girl wide, hopeful eyes. Which were still watering. Puppy dog eyes....sort of. These eyes were trying to say adopt me please, but likely failing.

Everything out of books. Who knew. People were apparently crazy enough to think they existed... then again. Viewing the state of the town. Either this group was painfully delusional, or... they did exist. Logic said one or the other. Though sadly, she didn't get to inquire further. Because interruptions. They happened.

The hug really brought it home. She was alive. Unless of course this was zombie apocalypse 101. They had been called zombies by the one girl apparently. It seemed rather unlikely as she felt the tight squeeze that would have usually earned an annoyed amount of protest, but instead was accepted as she finally got enough sense to raise her own arms to wrap around and cling to her older sister's shirt. She barely comprehended the words of apology, burying her own face against the foreign, yet so familiar warmth. Sadly, it only worked to make the whine worse as a sniffle threatened.

Weird facility? Can do. Crazy monsters? Eh. Crazy Doctor who thought he was Daddy? Okaaaay..... Being an abducted pod freak? Well that doesn't happen everyday. Finding out your dead sister was not so dead? End. Of. The. ********. World.

Because she'd given that up. Accepted it as done. She'd had to for the sake of their small little family. When that coffin went down she was the sole, lone thing her father had left. And he her's. The tight little family that had already lost so much, been so traumatized. Supported each other in every way had lost something so precious to it. And they didn't even have an answer to why, or what. Just that... she was gone. That she'd never be there again. That that empty bed would have to go. No more late night talks. No more nightmares. No more crying fits that sis could make better. She'd had to be a big girl for her dad. If only enough to keep him going. To support that already frayed and destroyed piece of sanity he was clinging to after losing not just their mother, but now his oldest daughter. She'd had to show he was enough, even if he could never be. Because that was what she had to do.

So this? It was a bit much. "Why'd you go?" It came out as a strangled sob, the full waterworks threatening to coming then. If she wasn't dead, why had she abandoned them and left? Why? Even as her sister tried to calm her, wiping away the one tear another replaced it. Not exactly a prime sight for a hunter candidate, but what of it. "I... I had to. You left. I-if I didn't then dad would have-" They both knew how stressed he was, that the two had been the soul source that kept him going. She'd had to do it. And then realization hit again as she thought of it. Peyton didn't know... she didn't know. "Sis... dad..." She hushed at the light kiss, trying to hold in the bad news. No, this should have been happy. She wasn't alone. Peyton was alive, after these years she was really alive. But...

"Sis... I missed you" She'd been lonely, so lonely. Even with dad there.

"You ain't got a bar?" Cee made an almost horrified face but for the moment let herself be guided by Maebe. "There's like all this ******** space out there." Her hand emphatically swept a motion towards the outside. Perhaps she had a different idea of what it was like here.

The exchange was not missed and Cee even bent backwards to keep and eye on Alistaire's behind. His gasp and Maebe's movement were not exactly the subtlest when you were standing right there. "Is he comin' too?" The woman's voice deepened with interest. "Ya know not a bad selection ya got here actually." Her eyes drifted over more than a few sets of arms, some barrel chests, and even some pretty rocking hairstyles. She didn't even seem to care about the faces.

Cee had seemingly ignored the harshness of Maebe's banter. She wondered if this one hadn't mastered keeping that reigned in or if it was deliberate. Her only decision was to continue to play fun girl.

"A'right slut..." she squeezed the other's hand firmly a moment but continued to smile shallowly. "But remember. I'm fragile." She pouted. "Unbonded." Quote fingers.

Maebe's steps slowed to a halt, and her hip jutted slightly to one side as she contemplated the question. "No bar." She waved that one away idly, more interested in what Cee had asked next. She turned her head, and then the rest of her, to dangerously contemplate Alistaire and his cold, cruel gaze.

"Would you like him to?" Maebe leaned closer to Cee to conspire. "We could ask. He looks friendly. I bet he'd love to come help us celebrate your awakening, no matter how temporary."

Maebe was legitimately excited about this, because she presumed that this was the exact opposite of what Alistaire would like to do, at that particular moment.

Or ever.

God, that made her want it more.

"The selection here is excellent, but slim. Small groups and friendly incest, you know how that goes." She had no idea if Cee knew what she meant, but it was fun to talk to her as if they'd been old friends for decades.

"His name is Alistaire." Maebe tilted her head in the man's direction, but her eyes had never left him. "He's a beast in bed."

There may have been a little noise when Chris poked Dory in the sie a little to touch his sweater, but Dory tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. Going to look around, his head started tilting when he noticed a girl who was . . . less than regularly dressed. She actually looked like a hurricane full of raptors hit her.

Going to pat Chris on the shoulder, he gave a look to Riley also, before standing up. "Goin' t'go check somet'ing out, give me a moment." He stated quietly, before going to walk up to the little group and the girl who was looking pretty disheveled.

"You look like a 'urrican of raptors 'it you." He stated, every sense of blunt-Dory coming out at once, his eyebrows raising a little, as he turned to look at the little huntress she was standing with. "Where are your clothing, ceux qui regardent comme ils ne pouvaient pas faire le travail d'un jour." He asked, the latter half obvious stated for himself - he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

He didn't bother to say goodbye to Ian, not that he ever did. Alistaire's gaze was still fixed on Maebe's form before she and the other girl she was with stopped, the pair of them looking as though they were conspiring together against the universe.

Or perhaps just him, since he was under no doubt that the looks Maebe was sending his direction were intended for him. The corners of Alistaire's lips curled upwards in a faint smirk. Soundlessly he made his way across the room towards her and her friend because two could play at that game.

"You know it's rude to talk about someone when they're right here," he said lightly. His narrowed eyes fell disdainfully on Maebe again. "You of all people would know."