Topic: Cafe Lupe

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2009-10-26 13:47 EST
((This will be the permanent thread for Street Wolf's Cafe and Restaurant that he started some time ago. Enjoy the food!))

Mogriil

Date: 2009-11-06 14:52 EST
Mog stopped by the small restaurant that his no good father started. The place was closed for morning prep so he slipped around the back. He could hear the whines, yips, and play growls of the pups Sari and Street had.

Great, making more pups that you can leave eh dad? His thoughts were dark and brooding but he kept a polite, calm front, just like the smooth lines of his new jade mask. A nice front for people to see so they can't shrink back from the nastiness beneath.

Mog knocked on the door sill. The chopping of a knife stopped, and Street showed up at the door, flour on his nose, in his fur, and a stem from something on the apron.

"Well now, nae spect you to droop by. Come te help ye da?" His thick Irish/Russian accent strong this morning.

Mog looked past Street and saw Sari holding a pup or two and looking at the door. He looked back to Street. "I didn't come to help. I can't believe you actually had more kids. Hope you don't run on them too. Here." Mog shoved a leather pouch at Street's chest.

Street took it and looked at it. He could feel it was coins. "What be this for?"

"Money old man. For your pups. Something to help them and their mother when you get that urge to ditch them." he turned and walked away. Mog had a girl waiting for him, and he missed Lene something aweful.

Street just looked at Mog leave and the money pouch in his paw. He heard Sari ask something and he shook his head no. Street sighed deeply. Many wounds hurt during battle. He took them all in stride and asked for more. Mog though, he knew how to wound Street and leave him asking for a killing blow. Street tucked the money pouch into his cargo pants and shut the door. More chopping was heard.

Fleetwolf

Date: 2009-11-29 08:37 EST
It was a foggy cool morning, and Fleet had nothing to do. Flat bored at the moment. He was off duty because of his heart, Ammy was busy with her shop. He'd help her but she buzzed with the mood of don't event think about helping.

So, he found himself at Cafe Lupe. The restaurant was open, and the wonderful smell of venison sausage made him drool some. Fleet wiped his chin and was grateful no one saw him. His age made him feel like some tottering old fool that should in a retirement home. His mind was still young, his body though was past warranty.

He opened the Cafe Lupe's door and stepped in. It chimed with the song Hungry Like A Wolf from Duran Duran. Fleet just grinned. The inside was nice and homey. Tables by all the windows and a small bar near the back. Street appeared to have even gone around collecting hub caps, fenders, and some license plates for decor. At the back of the Cafe above the kitchen door, Fleet saw the famous guns Street used to wield in Lupinoss nailed to the wall. Retired for good.

Fleet took a seat at a corner table so he could watch out the windows. Soon Street was out looking to take an order. His black, scarred muzzle dropped open in a grin.

"Fleeters, mah wee tike of a kin. How ye been? Ticker still tick tockin'?" Street asked in his old Irish/Russian accent.

Fleet just smiled. "My heart is doing okay for now Street. I haven't heard you call me Fleeters in a long time. Last time was before you left to join the Greater Den Wolf Army. I cam by to get something to eat, and well, looks like you're not too busy, maybe a chat over the good old times."

Street just grinned from ear to ear. He left Fleet and entered the kitchen and soon brought out a mini kettle of venison sausage stew, bowls, some fresh baked bread and sat it on the table.

"Coofeh or pop?"

"Pop will do just fine." Fleet just smiled.

Street fixed some coffee for himself, grabbed Fleet a soda and returned to the table and ladled out the stew. Then he just smiled at Fleet sipping his coffee. It was good to see his little brother again.

Orion Wolf

Date: 2009-12-10 01:23 EST
"So Fleeters, how's family been?" Street asked.

"Been going well I suppose. I feel beside myself. Old, no magic, and literally falling apart. Outside of that." Fleet shrugged and took a few bites of the stew.

Street just nodded. "Ah've been busy me self with four tikes and a wonderful mate. Will say though that seein' ya so old, especially since you're my wee brothah unsettles me sumtin fierce. Shou'd be me rotten away not ye. Any way teh fix the age?"

Fleet just shook his head slowly. Nothing non-magical I am afraid. I feel like Fen some days, hitting that part of light where you watch the hour glass sand of your life slip through your paws several grains at a time and you begin to scream for help." another few bites of the stew.

Street sat back sipping his coffee and nodded. The door chimed Hungry Like A Wolf. A look over his shoulders and he blinked. Mogriil was standing there in the Cafe. The day was just odder by the second. He waved the boy over to their table then fixed Fleet with a look.

"Ah may hav' ruun off teh war, but so di' ya. Ye smart Fleeters, ye can find an answer to this. Look deep. Look into yer heart. Nae give up."