The ching of spurs could be heard as Boreas made his way down the long street leading toward the Inn, shades hiding dead eyes. Even though he was sheathed in a black leather duster, he didn't seem bothered by the merciless heat of the oppressive summer sun. Not one drop of sweat could be found. A half-dead cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips, the golden embers flaring every once in a while with a drag that was pushed out his nose. He kept his hands in his pockets, chin lowered, stride casual.

"No way! For realz? I'da cut him. Still might." The lime green mini-skirt was strategically and expensively ripped and tattered along the hem. A black, silver studded belt hugged her hips and was almost wider than the excuse of a skirt. Layered tanks in black, silver, and lime green enhanced her already enhanced breasts. The stylish ankle boots kicked open the door to the Inn as she carried on a conversation on her cell device. "Seriously. Gotta meeting at the Dragon but I'll catch ye here soon EAST SIDE!" Her laugh was bubblegum sweet as she took a look around the empty commons. Heh, news must travel fast.

Finding Zephyr wasn't a hard thing for any man. Not with that voice. Not with that look. She was wicked eye candy. Heartstoppin' sweetness. A small smirk pulled at those lips of his as he watched her enter, still a bit farther down the road. He didn't want a lot of attention, that's why he said to meet up at the Inn in the morning, but he should have known that anywhere she went, attention followed. Heavy steps brought him up onto the porch, and one hand reached for the door and pulled it open as the other snagged the smoke from his mouth.

She sniffed and the grin that tugged at her lips was unholy as she spun about in a wicked pirouette on those naughty little pirate wench boots, "Boreas!" The scent of cigs was essentially his and the sound of his spurs a dead giveaway when he chose to be heard. Launching herself toward the door and him, unmindful that the leap and twine of her legs had that miniskirt rusked up to meet the belt around her waist.

He took one last drag and flicked the smoke onto the floor as he stepped in, noting that the room was virtually empty. He caught Zeph around the waist with one arm and held her against his hip, letting her legs keep the balance while he managed the effort. "Hey darlin'. Thanks for coming." He leaned in a put a kiss on her cheek. "Nice digs, though I'll never understand why you kids like buying sh!t that's already busted up." There was implied humor, obviously, though no laugh. "Gonna let me buy you a drink?"

She hated when he called her a kid and the pout that turned her scarlet pained lips only seemed childish in response. Tangling her manicured nails in the black length of his hair she placed those pouting temptations against his mouth and roughly kissed him, inhaling the taste of man mixed with cigarettes and bad attitude. An undulating wiggle of her hips drew her taut against him before pulling free and swinging her legs down to meet the floor. "Sure, if you think you can afford my tastes."

Boreas wasn't exactly a big fan of public affection, but resisting those lips was a little bit beyond him. He kissed her back something fierce, a touch of tongue brought between those lips. Loss of control wasn't exactly in his wheel-house either, and when it teetered, he broke away. He let her down, though that teasing little wiggle of hers caused his arm to tense, crushing her against him right before she touched down. He kept his arm around her, letting it drape across her slim shoulders, and lead her toward the bar. "No man can, darlin. What are ya drinkin'?" He asked as he took his place on a stool, and nodded for her to take the one beside him.

Zeph wasn't sure what a plebian was but was fairly certain she'd just been insulted, "Someone gonna light this damn thing for me or what?" Her cell phone rang again and a quick glance at the vid screen confirmed her desire to wait and take it. "Well, plebian, lesbian, whore, slut. Whatev. It's not anythin I haven't been called before."

He heard Zeph and stifled his laugh. Explaining some things would just kill the amusement. He returned and slid the cup in front of Erie, though all she had to do was smell the air to notice that it was straight up and undoctored. He stayed behind the bar, leaning down on his elbows and taking a smoke from the pack. "Glad to see you two could make it. Any idea where Eurus is?"

Her smoky gaze slid over Boreas in a lickable fashion and she smirked at his response, "Plebians have their pluses," Gaze lingering at his plus before flickering in Zeph's direction. "I would never call you a slut behind your back Zeffy only to your face," A pause as she took the cup of coffee with something approaching naked lust, her gaze returning to the youngest of their quartet...and she lovingly purred, "Slut."

Grabbing the lighter before Boreas could light his own cigarette, Zeph fought with her manicured nails to get the damn thing lit, her pout firmly in place before the jibe hit and she laughed, bubblegum girlish, "Damn straight, B*tch!"

Boreas put the unlit cig in his mouth, attention fixed upon Erie. "Some pluses are bigger than others." He let Zeph have a few tries with the Zippo before sliding his hand over hers and pulling it away. A quick snap of his thumb had the flame lit, and he tilted in to ignite his vice, keeping it even between them to give her the opportunity as well.

"I could've chipped a nail and then where would we be, huh?" As if this were a disaster of unimaginable proportions she shot them both a look. Leaning into the flame offered by Boreas and inhaling on the slender cig that creased her lips. A liquid pull of heat matching the smoldering orange tip at the close proximity of his mouth to hers and distracting her from her pique.

"Haven't seen him. But I've been busy being good." The burning of the coffee elicited a sigh of contentment at the acrid taste. Pure, undiluted, no cream or sugar to ruin the experience. It was a lot like the way she enjoyed most things in life. She puckered plump lips and air kissed Zeph at the slur. "Do we have to wait on him to find out why you called us here?"

"Busy bein' good? Bet that didn't take long." Boreas said, eyeing those lips of Zeph. With the smokes lit, he put the lighter back in his pocket and took up the switchblade. Two bottle caps were snapped away, and before his hit the floor he was already drawing at the beer. "I hate talkin' twice, darlin'. But if he don't show in a few we'll jus' get started and he can catch up."

Erie refrained from commenting on the dire straits of a chipped nail, her own unvarnished and a little worn. Maybe it was time to treat herself to a little pampering, but manicured nails just got in the way of her job. Another sip of her coffee. "Word on the street is the message hasn't been found yet, hope your nails didn't keep you from getting the job done, Zeffy."

"The message has been sent." Zeph said, rolling her eyes at the implied criticism which broke the little fantasy that had impeded her thoughts there for a moment. "Just keep your ear planted on the cobbled streets of RhyDin baby cuz I did my job."

"Man this place is all sorts of effin *ss crazy." Zeph said, adjusting the thick black leather belt studded and jeweled where it graced her hips; wider, in fact, than her artfully tattered mini-skirt. "Seriously, you could have a group of Clowns meet up for a Bomb-Planning Party and I'm pretty certain nobody would notice or care." She was quick to slip past Erie and claim the booth with Boreas in it.

Another drag fired up the far end of the cig, the exhale held for a moment before pushed out his nose. He lifted his arm so Zeph could wedge in and then pulled her against his side. He glanced out the window, though didn't know why. There was no way in hell Eurus would just come sauntering down the street. Wasn't the assassin's style. "F*ck it, we'll just get started."

Erie slid across the bench where her cup of coffee was. Artist-long fingers gingerly wrapped around the heated ceramic as she rubbed the top of one foot along the curve of her other calf, relaxing in slow degrees. "You realize those cancer sticks you keep puffing on are disgusting right?" A smile for Boreas' edginess, soothing in its softness, the pull of her smoky gaze encouraging him gently to relax.

"So's sushi and sodomy, but vices all the same." Her look was able to accomplish its goal. His shoulders fell a little, and he sat back in his seat. Boreas was easy to read, though anyone who knew him understood that what was being read wasn't always the real story. "So you said you were bein' good. Watcha been bein' good at, darlin'?"

Tucked in tight against the muscular planes of Boreas defined chest wasn't a bad place to hole up and Zeph wasn't about to pass it up. Wiggling back into him as close as she could get ,her cell phone rang again but was quickly silenced as she clicked a button and wrinkled her nose. A tilt of her head bringing her gaze upward. "Hey I like both of those!"

As Erie watched the set of his shoulders ease, she took another soothing sip of the caffeinelaced addiction she would kill for. Settling in as well to get down to some serious business. Zeph received the same look for this outburst as she did for the clown comment. "No one said you couldn't enjoy your vices, Zeffy. Just that they were bad for you." A soft sigh, "Like I said, I applied at both Riverview and Shambles Way. I'm looking at an apartment nearer to the Westside to follow up on that lead we have. I can't find this Ms. Junan -- she's laying low for now. Off the grid, but she was set up for an appointment by some realtor here in town."

Boreas let the arm dangle so that fingertips could trail across the outside of her shoulder. She was soft, baby soft, and his fingers liked to be reminded of a time when things weren't so jagged. Weren't so sharp. He listened as Erie spoke, puffing on the cigarette here and there to fill his need. "Don't worry about Ms. Junan. She'll float to the top when the time is right. We have more pressing needs at the moment." He let the words sink in as he took another drag. "With this sham of a government starting to fall apart, it seems as though some of the bought-and-paid-for members of the watch are looking to renege on their end of the deal."

Zeph took note that Ravenlock was handing out some pills and tucked that information away for a rainy day. Nodding as Erie got the show under way. "I signed, sealed and delivered the message as I was asked. No way that West End Security won't figure out that their days are numbered." She giggled, bubblegum sweet.

"I'm not sure how the Boss wants to play this Justice Minister thing yet. I was hoping one of you had spoken to him recently?" She hesitated just a moment in the lingering look of her smoky gaze, a little too intense, a little too harsh. "We could arrange for another message," Nodding toward Zeph, "I'm fairly certain our good ol boys in blue will remember who really signs their checks with a little nudging."

"Let's see how the first message is received. Maybe they'll get in line once they see what they're dealin' with. I had a little talk with the Boss this morning. According to him, everything is on schedule. I don't know how, but he says it is, so it is." Boreas glanced around the room, gaze lingering upon the bar momentarily before looking back at Erie. "If not, we might have to leave a message that's a little bit more pointed."

Erie finished the last swallow of her coffee and set the mug atop the table with a clink. Raking her unadorned fingers through the ragged ends of her blonde spiky hair she considered his words carefully. A nod as she agreed with his assessment even as envy speared her. She didn't like being jealous, as her first husband discovered when he found himself performing a beautiful aerial dive out of their honeymoon suite window. "Did he say anything else?"

"He did."

From behind the barrier of black shades her watched her depart, his gaze running the length of that nubile body in lustful appreciation of god's work. He kept his arm firmly around Zeph, a tilt of his chin bringing his lips to her brow, though from where his hidden eyes were, who knew what he was actually thinking about kissing.

Zeph wiggled in his lap in a way designed to engender lustful thoughts, having given into the distraction of her cell phone, her fingers danced dangerously fast over the keys as she texted a dozen responses. Realizing she might've missed something important she looked up at Boreas quizzically, the soft brush of his lips gentle for such a rough man. "What'd I miss?"

"Nada." He answered as his fingers continued to play dangerously along the length of her bare thighs, the cover the tabletop taken advantage of. "What about you? Anything in the works besides partying all night and sleeping all day?"

Zeph laughed, bubblegum sweet, shifting slightly in her seat upon his lap, "Nope, nada. Got my business done last night. Partying is where its at."

The caffeine whistling through Erie's system gave her hands an odd jittery control and she bypassed the coffee pot to consider the kitchen. She was hungry, but not enough to warrant fixing herself anything. A look back at the booth leant a taunt to her tone, "I'm hungry and if you two think you could stop devouring each other long enough I'd like to do something about it. Wanna run by the marketplace and find a bite to eat? Or should I go alone?"

Boreas shot Erie an evil grin, another tilt of his chin lowering his lips from Zeph's brow to her temple, and another from her temple to her jaw line. "I think we're good, darlin'." He said before whispering to Zeph. "I've got all the eatin' I need right here." The lobe of her ear claimed between the tug of nipping teeth as he tightened his embrace a bit more.

Zeph waited to see if Boreas wanted to go and with his words whispering across her flesh she offered a glittery ringed wave to Erie, "Yea, what he said. Take Care B*tch!"

Her night of fun had ended with coffee and about three hours sleep only to begin her day with more coffee and this. It was time to put something in her system other than alcohol and caffeine. Leaving them to their private booth, Erie stepped over the coffee mug she had broken earlier while leaving her other lie on the bar, after all, there might be no tender but that didn't make her the maid either. She said nothing to the teasing jibe of Zeph, only slipped out into the harsh glint of the afternoon sun.

"And is that what you're going to do with me?" She widened her eyes girlishly even as she laughed a womanly moaned sound of discord, "Eat me?" The departure of the other Wind went unnoticed as swirling eddies of heat distracted her on a much more physical and immediate level.

"You wish." He shot back as his mouth made its way down her neck toward her collar bone. "Besides, you're the one who was earlier talking about the things you like to eat." Teeth bared, biting her hard enough on the shoulder to leave indentions. "Or was it what you like to do with your mouth. I can't remember..."

"Oh you remember well enough." She laughed again, wiggling about in his lap as she slid free from his seeking mouth. A taunting come-hither edge to her struggles. "In fact, I'll guarantee you remember exactly what I said about my mouth." She froze for a moment, breath hitching slightly before she slid bonelessly against the hard plane of his chest, relaxing upon him with a shuddery sigh.

"Guilty as charged." He replied as he watched her teasing come to an end, chest open for her to rest upon. He cradled her against him, mouth again resetting, finding her temple and working along the edge of her cheekbone toward her mouth. "I like to think I'm a man who remembers the important details, darlin', and trust me, that was important. Unless, of course, you disagree...in which case I'm open to hear your argument."