Shadowrun: At the Safehouse.

"And... suddenly outside seems really appealing," Angel said making a face. "Or maybe going and seeing if we can find you some gear or something..."

She nodded, "Yeah, sure. Thought you had to go back to the.. uhh.. bar?"

Lacy's screams begin to die down and fade away to panting moans, and eventually going quiet.

Wolf mumbles, "I think we've company."

Lacy groans. "Y-yea....sounds...like it..." She would still be panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

"Yeah. I should go back to the thing with the place...  You'll be okay?" Angel asked putting the food bags on the table, before edging back to the door.

"Yeah I'm gonna.. be outside." She.. heads right back outside to where she was, leaning against the side of the building and hanging her head, smoke billowing out her nose- ears twitching again.

Lacy eventually comes outside to join the elf. She was still groaning softly, and used the walls for support as she was limping. She was wearing her clothes from the club the other night, only without the leather jacket. "Hey."

"Hi." The woman said, ashing her cigar before shoving it back in her teeth.

"I'm Lacy." She gives a bit of a grin, leaning back against the wall.

"Hello Lacy," She sighed, pushing sloooowly off the wall and taking a few steps forward, kneeling down and shoving her cigar into the dirt. She walked back and opened the door, holding it open and tilting her head towards the now open door.

"Erm....she's eating....don't talk much, do you...?" Lacy raises a brow.

"Me? No I talk plenty, at least.. parents always said I did. Told me I talk far too much. Threatened to sew my lips shut..." She'd... look at the woman and walk inside, "Talking is no way to stay quiet, talking shows off.. a particular.. charisma, a part of one's character they are innately born with. It causes others to shun, judge, like, love, dislike, it communicates desire- want, need, hatred.. I don't need any of these to do my job, least of all.. charisma. Stay hidden, can't do that talking.. now can we?"

Lacy blinks and follows her back inside, limping. "Erm....well....I guess. Do you just....plan on not talking to us, then?" She makes it over to the couch and flops down with a satisfied groan.

She shook her head, "We're in a safehouse, no reason to stay quiet when we've got an angel watching over us.." She leaned against the wall by the door, slowly.. hanging her head.

"Right. You ok over there? You don't look so good." Lacy raises a brow, shifting a bit to watch her.

She blinked, rubbing her cheek with a hand, "I don't? Do I look sickly?"

"Well you're just being....mopy. Are you always like this?"

"How is thi-- How am I-- Why am I defending myself. I'm Ceres Wildwind, and this is a great way to first meet."

Lacy just grins wide and sits up on the couch. "That's a bit better, darlin'. Here, come have a seat. I promise I won't bite."

She shook her head. "I'm.. fine. You smell like sex, and.. it's just.. terrible." She made a showing to bring the back of her hand to her nose, and groan.

Lacy frowns a bit.  "Well you don't have to be so rude about it.  Give me a few minutes then, I'll go shower." She gets up, mumbling, and limps back to where the shower is. For a while the shower can be heard running.

She snickered.. and would walk over to the couch, sitting where the other had been. She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes.

Wolf emerges from the bedroom at last, yawning a bit, pulling her trench coat on as she walks. She reattaches the rapier to her hip, stretching her arms and heading for the couch, "Evening."

Lacy comes out of the shower later, all clean and dressed back up. "Hey everyone."