((ooc note: This goes in the This One's for Johnny thread, between entries 7 and 8. It takes place inside Ian's RV, and would only have been heard by those who were there))

"Hey.. To be fair!" yelped Keirra, "She's here to make sure Dove out there doesn't get crazy and eat you. So... You're welcome. " Not giving away what Dove was, but making it pretty apparent that he should be somewhat thankful. "...and yeah, I'm the lawyer's sister, in the flesh," she mumbled with a nod. She wouldn't give away anything he didn't already know.

Gee, this isn't awkward at all. Well, there was nothing for it. It wasn't like Saila could just pretend that she didn't see her, and a quick tip of her head in the direction of the RV told her that the Rogue was fine for now. For one, her signature hadn't changed. For another, the wolf was still outside, pretending to be busy on her phone. "Hello, Ash." The girl said as she approached, switching fluidly into Irish as she tended to do around the M'Governs.

Ian just shook his head with a smile, rubbing at his jaw. "...Relax. This is a party for a fallen man. We're not starting a war tonight. You keep doing your play dumb thing and I'll keep doing mine."


"You're... strangely cool for someone from this camp," she admitted and leaned against the wall.

Ian's smile fell somewhere between knowing and amusement. "What an odd compliment. Is there something wrong with our camp, Anita?" The way he stressed the syllables on that last word, you could tell he knew that wasn't her name. "...But no more spy games, feel me? You wanna drink and party with us, fine. I'm even gonna let you keep whatever you took from in here. Yeah, we're researching your ****in' werewolves. I don't care if Barlow knows that. But you go anywhere near Mac again tonight and we're going to have to reconsider this little truce. Deal?"

?Aye,? said despite the fact she wasn?t speaking in common anymore. ?What are you doing here?? The brow raised look right then was one that might remind her of a particular wolf. Beer was brought to lips again to pretend to sip having been nursing on it most of the night. There was a bit of concern on her features for Saila because she had a feeling if they were both wrapped into something Coilin was going to punish them both. In way different ways?

Saila's brows quirked curiously. "I'd ask you the same except I already know." Swallowing once, her jaw worked soundlessly, strange eyes sliding back to the RV for a long moment. "I get why she didn't know," she continues quietly, despite the fact that the thronging gypsy party around them couldn't understand her. "She's never seen much of him," no mistaking who him could have been. "But when I'm not at the beach? She and I share one of these," Saila went on, tipping her chin at the RV in front of her before her mismatched eyes fixed once more on Coilin's daughter. "You couldn't smell me, or didn't care?" There was no animosity in it, she just wanted to know.

The rogue looked at him, and she was actually blushing a little, embarrassment, because she thought she was better. "Keirra," she corrected him, "But don't spread that around. And despite the fact that you guys are trying to push us out of our territory? Absolutely nothing.. I'll cut the spy ****, I'll party with you... but just know this? Your loyalty to that man out there? Doesn't touch mine. If you go anywhere near him, I'll slit your throat before you even see me coming. Deal?" she offered out her hand.

Pencil thin brow came up disappearing between the wisp of blonde that couldn?t be controlled. Corner of her lips twitched with that conversation as she looked out over to the others. There was a glance about the make sure the others couldn?t hear them but considering their hate for metahumans it could be assumed there was none here. ?Couldn?t smell you.? Clove was breathed in as she stepped forward. The rise of smoke trailing behind her as she came to the table of booze. One of the unopened bottles was removed from the table using the trail of her shirt to open it up, sipping.

"Keirra," Ian repeated the name. "Still Ian." There was humor in his eyes then, though exactly what it was that made him laugh, he didn't say. "...Loyalty's a noble trait," he murmured, scratching at a fading bruise on his jaw once more. "For tonight, Keirra, you have a deal." After a moment, he took her hand to shake it.

Silvery brows rippling, there's a skepticism in those disconcerting eyes, but Saila nods. "Mm. I see. My scent is both extremely familiar to you and completely unique." She knew that firsthand, for reasons the girl opposite her would understand. Which maybe explained that doubtful, disappointed look. "...But, hey. It has been awhile. Can't blame you for forgetting." Turning then, Saila trailed her fingers along the edge of the RV and then climbed the stairs uninvited, calling "Rogue! Where you at, *****?" as she waltzed on in.

Corner of her lips twitched. Once, twice, then a third time for good measure. Beer definitely needed a good amount of beer with that one. The bottle was emptied out before she even had a chance to make a comment but it was quite better that way. Fingers were brought to the blonde hair to twist about watching Salia go off. That skunk in her arms was given a soft kiss on top of the head before she nuzzled into the creature for a bit moment whispering a few things. Conversation shared but nothing where others could hear not that the one-sided portions would add up to anything much.

"No no nah.." Keirra said with a shake of his hand, "Not tonight... You come anywhere near Mark anytime, and I'll slit your throat.." she said, staring at him. The recording on her phone was stopped with a simple press of a button. "...but we can stay friends all things aside, I wasn't lying when I said you were cute. Did I say you were cute? You're cute. I don't see why we can't put work aside every now and again, off the record." Then Saila was busting in, "Hey, *****! Didn't you see the sock on the door?" Playfully, nervously.

"...I won't hold it against you, then," Answered Ian with a quick squeeze of her hand. He saw her stop the recording and his smile grew by degrees. "Yeah?" The smile on his face was boyish, then, and he took a step or two closer. "I am pretty cute, aren't I?" The cocky arrogance is a badly presented front - intended to be seen in a humorous light. Fact is, he might be a nefarious underhanded bad guy, but he's still a guy and she's still hot. He takes another couple of steps, then, but suddenly there's that purple girl in his doorway. Damn, cockblocked again.

"For sure I did," she said, pushing her way through the door that was still ajar and then filling it with her narrow frame, arms folding over her midsection. There was still an intensity to her, a ferocity that hadn't been present in some weeks -- traces of dear old Don still roiling through her veins. Her gaze ticked from Keirra to Ian and back, taking in the kid who had been at the meeting with an appraising stare. Then her gaze went back to her pink haired friend, all smiles. "...you know how nosy I can be, though, and it seems like I need to keep better tabs on what pretty strangers you're encountering of late."

Last bit of that smoke was placed into the beer bottle. Having left it Dove?d go back to joining the others in their party while watching the trailer in the side of her vision. Conversations to be had, more fake flirting, that normal sort of party thing going about. Fun times.

The cockiness worked for her, worked in more ways than ten. After all, she did have a job to do, per someone's request. Might as well have a little fun with it. She loved Saila, but the ***** had horrible timing. Her fault for calling, she guessed... "Well, you know me," she said with a smirk.

The teenager's gaze slid from Kierra back to Ian, and Saila took another step forward. "I didn't say you couldn't have your fun --" the voice was a singsong as she offered a hand out to Ian, "--with either -or both- of them. I just wanna meet him first." Flashing the green eyed boy a pretty smile, her fingers wiggled invitingly. "Saila. Who are you?"

Well, now. Here was a golden opportunity, much as Ian'd only just agreed to set business aside for more pleasurable things. Had he not assigned Dave -- and oh Dave would resent it being worded that way, but it was true all the same -- the task of watching this mystery ***** who seemed so close to the Barlow Wolf but was said to be ****ing a different one? Decisions, decisions. With a quirk of an uncertain smile at his pretty pink haired catch, he stepped forward to take the purple girl's hand anyway. "Ian."

Hands connected, and Saila's smile grew by degrees, spilling into a rich laughter as she neatly plucked her fingers out of his grasp. "...Very nice to meet you, Ian," mirth still dancing in her odd paired eyes, she took a step back with a sigh. "Have fun, kids," she said then, wiggling those same fingers in a parting wave. "I'm going to go bond with my ex-almost-step-daughter, I guess." Cutting her gaze to Rogue, and wasn't this a role reversal? "I'll give you til four thirty, and then I'm coming back."

When their hands connected, Keirra masked the delight on her face and turned away from them a moment. "Okay, that's fair.. Thanks Mom." Keirra spat, and stuck her tongue out.

There was a few things she needed from her bag. The first one was her bottle of water and the second was a small bag of something. One of the pills was removed to pop inside of her mouth swallowing it with a log swig of water. In fact, she?d actually take out the bag to offer to a few of the people in the caravan figuring it was a nice night to share a bit of love for the person who was lost. Skunk was set into her bag to ride like one of those terribly small pooches that rich people carried. He was fine for the ride since it was his normal bed time. The question in her mind went to if they had rituals besides a part for the dead. Maybe they burned the bodies? Or did they return them to earth too? These questions went unanswered but she did decide to go dance with one of the guys. Oh, wouldn?t Salem be jealous if he saw the six pack on that guy trying to grope her thigh?

The guy in question couldn't believe his good luck. He was half dressed and mostly drunk, and all too pleased to offer the young Irish girl a dance.

"Why do I feel like I just failed some test...?" Muttered Ian nervously in the very tangible vacuum left by the departing science experiment. "So." He said, catching Keirra's bright blue eyes in his slate greens a moment later. "...You were saying I'm cute?"

Snickers still spilled from Saila's pale lips as she made her way down the RV's stairs. Man oh man did she need to have a conversation with a certain gypsy king, stat. She even pulled out her phone, intent on texting him right this exact moment, but then she actually took a look at the time. Hmmm. Maybe not. Could be the gypsy king was busy. Instead she swept over to the picnic tables, claimed a bottle of bourbon as her own, lifted it for the fallen Johnny and proceeded to drink, heavily.

Cannabis pills were on the plate too! Don?t forget those. Often when Dove didn?t feel like smoking it she took the pills but it would mean she?d need a snack or two later. Though she wasn?t going to go anywhere without the two other ladies in waiting she did debate what to do for her own free time.

"I was saying that," she said with a nod. "And I think you were planning to show me just what you planned on doing about that..." A tilt to her head, and she looked up at him, brushing a few hairs from her face.

Dear present-Ian, Holy ****, a really hot older woman is looking at you like that and brushing her hair out of her eyes and all that. Try to keep it together. Don't **** this up. Sincerely, about fifteen minutes from now Ian.

No, but seriously. Ian closed the distance between them, fingers closing over the pink haired girl's hips with a little tug to pull her closer. "I have a few ideas...."

Glancing up at the makeshift dance floor, Saila gives real thought to joining them. She doesn't though, not yet, not when she has this opportunity to touch, well, everything. Pulling a sucker from her bag, she peels off the plastic and sticks it in her mouth, setting to giving the picnic table a thorough examination.

Dear fifteen minutes from now Ian, move that back another fifteen minutes? Kay? Kay. Her body fit against his like it was created to, and she was enjoying the closeness, the strange attraction, the lust mistaken for affection. Her hand came around the back of his neck, and she let out a subtle breath. "Why don't you share them with the rest of the class?"