Back at the clubhouse.

[avalanche]

Opening the door to the house, Dom stepped in carrying his Game-Stop bag, and held the door for Roy. "Here we are, home sweet home - for a day or two, anyway."

As the two of them stepped further in, Dom dropped the video game by his stuff, and gestured to the kitchen.

"Kitchen's in there, it's stocked up for now - I cooked earlier, and there's a ton of leftovers. Have at." Then back down the hall. "Bathroom's down there to the left. Don't know where the other two are."

But I have an idea.

He walked over to the stairwell and shouted up. "Hey guys, we're back. Just FYI."

[Gunslinger]

Roy stepped into the house and looked around. Really wasn't much to it; more of a place to not want to stop than anything. It was perfect for hiding out and waiting, though. Just what they needed.

Dropping his duffel bag by the door, Roy glanced in at the kitchen. "Smells good. You must be a better cook that I woulda given you credit for."

His eyes darted around the room. Windows, kitchen door, front door... plenty of exits if he needed them. Dom had seemed a right friendly fellow thus far, but he wasn't about to push his luck if he didn't have to, and that meant knowing his exits.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, everything except his eyes looking casual as Dom walked to the stairwell and shouted upstairs. "So, think they'll be down? Can't wait to meet the rest of the family." He flashed the other man an amiable grin.

[recluse]

A voice floated up the stairwell, breaking her concentration and drawing Gracie out of the thoughts that she'd been doing her very best to push away.

It was almost done, and as she tugged the last couple of knots into place, she smiled. She wasn't going to be sleeping on the couch that night, and she carefully took a hold of the extremely sticky ends to fasten it across one corner of the room. Weaving the hammock had distracted her for a while, at least until she'd gotten into the rythm of it and hadn't needed to keep concentrating.

She thumped down the stairs just as the new guy was asking his question, and she looked at him with a single raised eyebrow.

"Pretty fucked up family."

With an amused helf smile, she wandered past the pair into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer and popping the top off, she returned to them taking a swig as she walked.

"Don't know where Lucas is."

She didn't bother mentioning their little... whatever it was.

[avalanche]

Dom shook his head at her as she passed, smirking a bit at her style. Somehow he was relieved to note that she wasn't just upstairs with Lucas, and even further that she didn't know where he was. Maybe Dom was wrong about them... Nah.

He nodded after her, and looked at Roy.

"Gunslinger, this is Recluse. Recluse, Gunslinger."

[Gunslinger]

Roy watched her as she made her way down the stairs, closing his lips around his mouth to just a friendly smile. When Dom had called her Recluse, he had gotten the image of a ragged-looking hag plucked from the forest somewhere, not the dangerously attractive young woman walking past him towards the kitchen. His quick eyes focused on her mouth as she talked, though, and suddenly it was apparent why she was called that.

Creepycool.

As she headed back and Dom introduced them, he held out his hand, keeping the Wesson tattooed across it away from her. "Good to meet you."

[recluse]

"Gunslinger."

Interesting name. Nodding up, Gracie held her hand out to shake his, wondering if he'd notice the slightly different texture to her palms, since he seemed to have noticed the little fanglets in her mouth.

The urticating hairs on her palms and the soles of her feet weren't nearly as impressive to most people as the fangs - at least until they saw what she could do with them.

A shadow caught her eye and she turned his hand slightly to see the tattoo.

"What do you do?" As soon as the question was out of her mouth, she let go of him. He was cute, yeah - why the hell was she stuck in a house with three cute guys? - but she wasn't trying to hold his hand or anything.

"You don't have to demonstrate." With a name like Gunslinger, it could be painful. While she wouldn't have minded him shooting Lucas with... something... she wasn't exactly going to volunteer herself.

[Gunslinger]

Roy shook her hand firmly, since if he did anything less than that he was pretty sure she'd do something painful to him, and his brow arched as she looked at the tattoo below his knuckles. "I'm an advertisement," he chuckled. "People look at my hands and get the horrible urge to go out and buy a handgun."

When she pulled away, he rubbed his fingers over his palm. Her hand had been different, a bit tackier. "Interesting grip you've got there."

"So, what do I really do?" He glanced at Dom and grinned, leveling his hand off in the direction of the kitchen. Thumb up, pointer finger forward, and with a PIOW! a dart of energy sailed a few feet away from Recluse's head and sailed into the kitchen, destroying a cup sitting on the table.

[impact]

Lucas listened to the conversation mumbled through the sliding glass door. He sat on the back porch smoking- what was new- and letting Recluse whore herself onto the new guy. That's right Gracie. Make him feel comfortable.

Spitting at his feet, he rolled the filter in his hand slowly, managing only to grind it into bits of fiberglass. He lit another cigarette and glowered at the neighbor who peeked over her fence at him. God damned Barbosa was going to have his nads after he got wind of the attention they'd attracted. Guess he'd have no one to blame for that one but himself.

Hearing the glass break, Lucas stood quickly, a foot stomping with the momentum and making the deck boards crack.

He listened for Dom's voice, and then for Gracie's. He wasn't sure if she screamed as angrily every time she was pissed- or if it was just at him. But he didn't like the idea of a fight breaking out with her involved, either way.

[avalanche]

Dom winced, and glanced to Roy. "Try not to do that too much. Pretty delicate situation with the house. Not exactly ours, and Lucas doesn't want it messed up."

Still, he walked over to the the remaining chunk of the glass, and picked it up. It appeared to be burnt badly, scorched with pure energy.

It's modular. He burnt only the cup, and not the wall behind it or the table... but he blew the Trashcan away. Interesting.

"Roy... can you stun people with this? You know, not kill em?"

[recluse]

She'd wrapped her lips around her beer bottle again and was taking another drink, which made for an interesting combination of sounds in reaction to the breaking glass.

Dom was mentioning the house and Lucas as Gracie snorted with laughter - which made beer go up into her sinuses and sting like shit.

"Oh, fuck." Bringing a finger up to her nose, she managed to swallow her beer and look up with a bit of a cough.

"Jesus christ, it's like a fuckin' cowboy movie."

Taking another sip of beer in an attempt to recover, Recluse shook her head.

"Cool shit man, that'd be dead useful."

[Gunslinger]

Roy laughed goodnaturedly as Dom warned him about the house. "You've got four of us mutants in one house and you're worried about a cup getting destroyed? You should be more worried about this whole place coming down around our ears by the time we leave."

He grinned as Recluse managed to rid her sinuses of beer. God, that has to hurt. "It'll probably be easier to say if you just call me Roy. A lot less syllables that way."

Looking past her at Dom as he asked a question, small chunk of glass in hand, he shrugged. "Well, I'm good at clippin' people and making 'em pass out... but it's like a gun. I hit you somewhere vital, you're gonna die. It goes from deadly to deadly."

He grinned back at Recluse. "Hopefully, it turns out to be more useful than dead."

[impact]

Lucas turned towards the door, his footsteps a bit heavier than he intended them to be- wood splintered and complained beneath his feet but no visible damage was done.

At least he managed to open the slider without busting the glass- the fingers of one hand gripping the door near his forehead, his large frame invaded the doorway as he half stepped into the room.

Looking at the three with a frown, he gestured his head to Dom, then the new guy.

"Should I say Mazal Tov?" He smirked, looking as if even he found his joke only half amusing.

[avalanche]

"I look Jewish to you, Lucas?" Dom said with a smirk. Then he thought better of it. "Don't answer that."

He sat the twisted chunk of glass back down on the table, and went to grab himself some Soda from the fridge.

"Lucas, Roy. Roy, Lucas James. Or, if you prefer, Gunslinger, Impact. Impact, Gunslinger."

He drew out a plastic cup and poured himself a bit, leaning back as he did to see what leftovers were left.

[Gunslinger]

Roy watched as the sliding door was yanked open and the large frame of the other housemate entered the room. Grinning broadly, he stepped forward and stuck his hand forward. "So, THE Lucas James. I must say, you appear to be only half as large as your reputation says. I'm glad to see it, I have trouble talking to giants."

[recluse]

A small smile appeared and was quickly covered by taking another sip of beer. Gracie wasn't about to smile at Lucas James after the afternoon - the day! - they'd had.

Instead, she leaned against the wall and gave him a Look. The kind of Look that said I Am Still Pissed At You.

She couldn't help a twitch of amusement at Roy's words, though. Shaking her head, she wondered whether she'd get to see a bit of pain being inflicted on Lucas after all.

[impact]

Smirking, he shook the man's hand, careful not to let his reaction to Gracie's expression cause him to crush their new friend's bones.

"I'm sure you know how that goes, Blondie." He nodded and turned his attention briefly to the bitch in the corner, giving her a wink before opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.

"So where you from?"

[Gunslinger]

Roy chuckled at the nickname, watching carefully as Lucas winked at Recluse. And from the way she was leaning against the wall, something was definitely off-color. Looked like things could be interesting here after all.

"I'm from out west, but I haven't been there since I was 15." Roy reached into the fridge swiftly and pulled out a beer himself, popping the cap off on the counter with a swift glancing hit. He caught the cap before it fell and set it down. "And now I'm here. Who cares what's happened before?"

His eyes drifted back to Recluse, who was still giving Lucas the stinkeye. He gave her a mischievous grin and took a swig of beer before turning back to Lucas. "So, judging by your grip, I'd say one of your parents was a rock troll?"

[recluse]

Lucas winked at her. Winked.

Though every part of her brain was screaming, 'Don't get fucking cute with me, Lucas James,' and her hands were almost twitching to give him the finger, she just raised one eyebrow slightly and settled back into her Look.

What. The. Fuck. Was. His. Problem?

A grin from Roy might have softened her expression if she wasn't so determined to stay pissed at Lucas. As it was, she almost smiled at his next question.

The guy was really pushing it. Gracie found herself amused.

The thought of the pair of them getting into a fight (or, just as likely, pissing contest, since all three boys were apparently used to running things their own way) was, on second thoughts, probably not such a good thing.

For one, because they'd probably destroy the house in the process - even more likely if Dom got in on it. But the second, and most important reason in her mind, was that while Gracie wanted to see Lucas hurt, she wanted to be doing it herself.

Because she was still pissed at him, even if she did downshift the Look to a more general brooding 'Don't Come Near Me, Asshole.'

[impact]

Lucas took a drag, ashing in the sink. "You could say that." He only held Roy's eyes a few seconds longer before turning his attention back to Dom.

"What's the news from the kid. When are we getting out of here." Lucas sounded a touch irritated, as if he'd like to get as far away from the place as he could, as soon as possible.

Or was that just Gracie.

Just the thought of it made those fingers of hot anger crawl their way of his spine. He had to roll his shoulders and step out of the room to keep anyone from reacting to the dark look on his face. People always reacted, which only made him angrier. Fucking people. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea.

[avalanche]

Dominic knocked back half his soda before setting the glass down to bust out some more of the dessert. He was finding the interaction between Gunslinger and Lucas quite amusing...

Probably how it'll always go down with the Brotherhood. So many attitudes, so little fear.

He was grinning when Lucas addressed him.

The kid? Whooboy, I sure hope you don't try that one with John.

"If you mean Pyro, same word. Probably tommorow." He said, pulling the plastic wrap off the dessert and cutting some of it out for himself. "Just one more day."

Glancing back at Recluse, who was brooding quite proficiently, and then over at Gunslinger and Lucas, he thought it couldn't come quite soon enough.