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Nick was not so subtle in returning Finn's gesture as she sipped from her drink. It bothered her not the slightest to be drinking such a cold treat on such a cold day, like most Canadians the heart wants what the heart wants, temperature be damned.

But when Dakota walked in, she scowled over her coffee. "b*****d! I fixed your ******** mattress! Two ******** shower curtains and a tablecloth!" More cryptic speech laced with heavy cursing. Nick was not one to stand on ceremony, and the idea of respecting one's betters was not one she followed. The moon hunter would be subjected to her language just as thoroughly as anyone else.

Like Ian for example. "******** you, ******** jerk! What are you even doing here?" She made an exaggerated glance at her wrist, at a nonexistent watch. "Isn't it half past time to throw up in someone's ******** bedroom?" Her eyes wandered over to the guy Ian was being so friendly with, but when he addressed the pink-haired one it was with less mock-hate in her voice. "Is your ******** boyfriend always such a ******** terrible drunk?"

Mighty ducks? What was that? Was it a show or something? Narrowing her brow, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't even know what that means. Ducks don't play hockey." Lazily, her gaze landed on another blonde hunter, who's vocabulary mainly consisted of the f-bomb.

It was much too early for this.

It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted (literally) as Dakota moved to torment said blonde hunter further. Sucking in a much needed breath of air, she she stared at him with wide eyes before shakily taking another sip of her coffee.

There was a shadow that loomed over Nick. A tall, foreboding shadow that looked down upon the moon and with a crack, slammed a half filled mason jar of dollar bills down in front of her.

"I counted eight curses. But how about we round up to an even ten Nick?"

Marcus was not smiling, but his eyes were practically glowing with a small smug satisfaction of having caught the trainee cursing up a storm as she had been.

"Hi guys, I heard the Olympics were on?"

"You ******** wish!" Nick replied, smacking Dakota's hand away from her thoroughly tousled hair "I'd be a whole lot better if you could keep your ******** hands to yourself!" Although she glared up at him over her iced cappuccino, there was no real venom in her tone, and she made no real attempts to get away. She never had when it came to Dakota, he struck her as the sort that would only take it as a sign of victory.

Setting down the cold drink once more, she took a gulp of coffee. "Next time he can ******** redecorate his own room!" She replied to Shiloh with a bit of a grin herself. Opening her mouth to add to that comment, it snapped shut the moment she felt someone hovering behind her.

Nick was on her feet almost the instant the swear jar hit the table. "******** THAT s**t MARCUS YOU ********! IT DOESN'T COUNT OFF THE ******** ISLAND! It's not even ******** eight in the morning what the ******** do you expect from me?! I swear... ********... ********. SERIOUSLY."

She sat back down with a huff, sipped her drink, and adamantly refused to dig through her pockets for change for that cursed jar.

Dakota just kept grinning and moved from ruffling her head to out right noogie it. Whether she wanted it or not. <******** THE POLICEEEEEEEEE" Dakota nudged Marcus, "Stop being a Fun Sucking Moon Policer." Since Marcus was looming over Nick, Dakota loomed over Marcus. "LIGHTEN UP MY MOON BROTHER. WE HAVE COFFEE!!"

He gestured widely, "AND A FEAST AND BAR WENCHES APLENTY!!"

And then he pointed at Tv, "And then we have Hockey."

To which he pointed to Kat and Ryan, "YOU GUYS AGREE RIGHT?"

Ian had stopped pestering Finn, but now he was smirking at Nick from across the room, making obscene hand gestures at her just to be obnoxious. "I happen to be an awesome decorator," he said delicately, with a wink in Shiloh's direction and a tongue stuck out at Nick. "I'll make sure to show you the next time I get drunk, Nickadoodle."

He took a sip of his coffee, giving a little hum of pleasure, and tilted his head to lean it against Shiloh's, Ian practically purring like a cat. "Finn was right; I do have a little something something in my coat if you wanted that drink a bit stronger," he said with a grin, and pecked a kiss to the side of Shiloh's head before straightening again.

"Dory, where'd you get all these people, they're all just a bunch of dorks," Ian called, flicking a smirk in Marcus' direction. The guy he was talking to, however, was given a two fingered salute, Ian only partly recognizing him as the guy who'd been there when Shiloh had "died." Chelsea was given a smile and a nod, Ripley a face that Ian pulled obnoxiously. There were two others as well - a blonde man with a bandage on his nose, and a cute pixie-haired female hunter - neither of which Ian recognized, but whom he waved at them merrily.

"Yo, bros - and cuz," Ian added, winking at Marcus. "How's it hanging? You all Canucks, or what?"

Kat's response caused Ryan to choke on his drink and laugh.

"You heard her!" He patted Kat lightly on the shoulder and allowed his grin to grow even wider. Unlike Kat, Ryan knew of the series/movies 'Mighty Ducks,' but he wasn't about to spoil the fun of letting Kat discover these answers on her own.

Dakota's smug little victory and pat on the head, however, was rewarded by Ryan swinging his scarf around his neck, causing the end to smack the other moon hunter lightly and deliberately in the face. "Course it is. Why else would we be here?" There was a momentary pause before he took another sip of his beverage and added, "y'know other than to drink coffee and--who's your friend, by the way?" He asked, changing the topic entirely when Nick appeared before their table, swearing up a storm in the process. "What did you do this time?" There was a small smile as he stared at the accused. Though when Marcus appeared, distracting Dakota, Ryan wasted no time in swiping the other man's coffee. Again.

"No no no," He corrected, shaking his head at Dakota. "We have hockey. You have Mighty Ducks, remember? And I'm not sure you need to worry about the indoor voices much. Especially during a hockey game." He assured Marcus, still grinning. "Things usually always get pretty loud."

He was about to take a sip of the re-stolen coffee when another hunter called to them. This time it was someone he was unfamiliar with. Though like the others, he returned the greeting with a smile. "Yeah. Though not from these parts. I'm from Ontario." He shrugged. "How about you? I take it you're Canadian as well?" He asked, assuming that was the reason he was currently partaking in the little 'party' while watching the game. Then again, he supposed he could be someone like Dakota who simply showed up to have a good time with friends.