Lets Dance {open}

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Cast away all the enemies of yesterday
To alleviate all the memories that come our way
There's a better life now you know that I am on your side

Oh yeah, the Fenrisulfr boys were never known for their sanity. In fact, it was just the opposite. They were wild devils that had a bit of insanity running through their veins and they purely revealed in it. Tyreese was so much of the same bent, hell, he might as well have been on their own blood. At many times, the younger brother wondered if he wasn't a gift from the ancient gods as compensation for their fallen kin. Or maybe so kind of reincarnation. The gods knew he was definitely crazy enough and there was no one else either he or Wulf would trust with their lives of the life of their sister. Little did the old wise one know but they owned far more to this man than he realized.

So, if he wanted a fight, he'd get a fight. It was the least he could do after all.


Grinning madly, the wolf slammed an arm up and knocked the restraining hand flying. Following that up by a dive forward that landed a hard shoulder in the other mans middle, they went sprawling backwards into a table that shattered with the impact. The fight was on then even as patrons again scrambled out of the way and Brom laughed with pure enjoyment. His eyes danced with inner light even as he took on one of the most bad ass fighter's in history.

It was probably a good thing the other man had already worn off some of his first blasts of energy. Brom, himself, was a hell of a fighter but this man was one of the few that could actually get the upper hand if things went down badly. Most of the time, he was just damned glad he wasn't actually the mean sob's enemy. He was one of those guys that you'd rather have at your back than gunning for your ass and Brom was no fool. He also wasn't as stupid as Kaera and Ty evidently thought.

The skinwalker obviously didn't know it but Brom knew all about his little history with Kaera. His baby sister had pulled into a shell when Banning had died and it hadn't been until Ty had joined their little family that she'd begun to come out. A surprising bond had been forged between the tough as nails gladiator and the broken she wolf. Brom suspected it was because they could commiserate with each other in ways that the brothers couldn't. He'd begun to run interference when they were together so that the older wolf wouldn't ruin a good thing... and he definitely would have ripped into Ty, friend or no friend.

In regards to their baby sister, the Celtic wolf had no sense of humor.

Where Wulf was constantly treating her like a china doll, the younger brother had just been damned glad to see the woman beginning to live again. Besides, he'd figured that they both could use a friend and with their similar backgrounds in loosing their mates... Well, it just made sense that they could help each other. He had been happy to have been proven right even though he'd never let on he was aware of the true nature of the relationship.

Now, he suspected the two had turned that whole ancient history into a friendship that was as strong as the thickest steel. All the better for them both.

Tonight though, Brom knew that Ty was just looking for someone to take out that burning aggravation and he wasn't above pushing his buttons. The man had a hair trigger temper and a low tolerance for anyone stupid enough to rub him the wrong way. Which always invited Brom to poke at his sore spots. Oh yeah, Tyreese might as well been born of their mother because he was treated just like a true brother.

From the corner of his eye, the wolf saw Wulf haul his little woman away from the worst of the fighting and then caught a fist in the mouth. Swearing, he wiped at the blood and glared at Ty.

"Son of a bitch.....I think you just knocked out a tooth!" he swore before launching himself at the man again and knocking them both to the floor in a flurry of punchs and head butts. When they stopped rolling, they were by the bar and he was looking up at a sexy blond woman who seemed to be eying him with the same interest he was her. Grinning wickedly, he gave her a wink and drawled out. "Hello, lass.... where ave you been all my life?"

Unfortunately, before he could get a response, a meaty fist was pulling him up and the combatants were off again.


"scuse me, lass... I need to teach my friend here some manners. Its not polite to interrupt a conversations, ya know." he shouted back before turning his attention back to the fight.

Ty was obviously unaware that he'd just been getting to know the woman and that called for some stern....er... communication. Yeah, communication.. The only sort men like them seemed to under stand.

[Tyreese Gla'dour]

“Pay attention, Clampet,” Ty growled, the image of Brom grinning with a gap tooth making a laugh tumble from his chest. “Or you’re gonna get your ass beat. Again.”

Gods, it felt good; the song of the fight, the lyric of knuckles on flesh. Even when he was on the receiving end of a few well earned blows from the younger shifter, he felt happier than he had that at any time that day. Call him a masochist, but hell if the little sparring session wasn’t taking the edge off of his irritation.

…And make him forget a certain café owner who had so snared him. He shouldn’t want to see her so damn much, and as such, he’d take it out on someone else. Even if it was one of his brothers.

After he’d lost his family, he’d made his way in the world like some kind of feral animal. He’d lived in the mountains, descending onto the outlying towns for food, or when he heard the telltale signs of a battle being fought. He traveled the country looking for fights, for blood, for anything to take the churning sorrow from him. He’d wanted to die so badly, he could practically hear the heavenly chime of Elysian, where his wife and daughter waited.

He’d been throwing himself into some war, some battle whose point he, even now, couldn’t remember. He’d been outnumbered, out-gunned, was bleeding so badly he was convinced that he was getting skinnier by the minute…and then, a body joined the fight beside him. And another.

It was in this way that he’d met the infamous Fenrisulfr brothers. He and Wulf had become fast friends; the older of the three holding an understanding of the world that he’d still had yet to obtain. Brom had become more of an annoying, yet amusing little brother over time, and he knew, beneath the innocent smile there was a calculating mind that matched his older brother’s.

For a man who had been without a family, the Fenrisulfr Clan had brought him back from the brink. He owed them everything, and would give his life for the little shits, if time ever called for it. Even if one of the shits was currently beating the hell out of him, while his mind was distracted.

Oh, hell no, man. Time to up the game.

As Brom paused in mid-swing to ogle some mouthy human, Ty just rolled his eyes and launched his own attack. They rolled, they hit, then cursed and threatened each other, but each blow was pulled; fit for fun and not for war. While he was about to explode from tension, there was no way he was going to hurt his family.

And Wulf would make sure of it. Good Gods, what did they look like? Five year olds?
…Okay, so maybe they did.

As the older shifter shoved himself between them, forcing the combatants apart, Ty couldn’t help but grin toothily at Brom. Wulf was holding them both at arm’s length, keeping himself between them and saying something about ruining yet another table, and the skinwalker only rolled his eyes.

“Not my fault that the kid’s getting soft. You keep coddling him, Wulf, and we’re gonna have to start calling him Stay Puffed Marshmellow Boy.”

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Well HELL. Didn't it just figure that he'd be getting cozy with the first interesting female to come along in... oh... a couple hundred years and his son of a bitch brother and snarly best friend would decide it was time to play a round of Stand em up and Knock Em down. Never mind the fact that if it wasn't for the woman, he might have actually joined them...

In long, aggressive strides, he reached the pair of combatants and used his large frame to separate them. For his trouble, he got the business end of a blow that was meant for Ty and was none to happy about it. Growling low and hard, he leveled glowing eyes on his little brother and then gave him a hard shove that sent the other shifter flying back a good ten feet into another table.

"You test my patience, pup." he snarled in a low tone. "The cost of repairs is going out of both your hides later on...."

Ty's words had Wulf's head whipping around to look at him and then he shook his head. The two men were obviously on an adrenaline high and they were bringing his down.

"Play nice, children... Don't make me clean the floor with you. You may be badass's but I can still whip you both with one hand tied behind my back. Interrupt me again and I will be glad to prove it."

Then, casting a look over his shoulder, he caught Ross's gaze and smirked as he realized where her eyes had been.

"Not to mention... the lady might actually enjoy watching that."

[Gemma McCarthy]

Man, talk about dinner and a show. Leaning an elbow on the bar counter, Gemma watched the combatants go at one another, wincing and holding back the urge to cheer. The big bald guy looked mean as all hell, but given the shit eating grin on the younger one, this wasn’t going to be an all out brawl. Just leave it to two testosterone laden guys to beat on one another to make themselves happy.

Yeesh, and scientists liked to say that we’d evolved from monkeys. Talk about a disappointment for the Age of Discovery.

One good thing, she had to recognize, that came out of the whole ‘street fighter’ thing was probably the view. It was a bit obscured by the dull slap and crunch of fists on flesh, but that play of muscle and the flash of skin as a shirt rode up to accommodate a rising arm? Ooh, baby, she needed a shot of epi before she freaking flat lined.

Man, she really needed to get laid and soon. Too bad her mouth was known for its sarcastic ability to rip the opposite sex’s nuts off before she could make happy with the privates.

Tipping back her head, she downed her last shot before the two guys behind her proceeded to start rolling around on the ground. With an amused chortle, she rested her feet on the bar of the stool next to her and did her best to catch the bartender’s eye. As a testimony to her current run of luck, the guy didn’t notice her, instead focusing his attention on the fight. Damn, she knew she should’ve just gone to some quiet bar near the University. Service there wasn’t so distracted, as nobody wanted to watch a bunch of overweight frat boys beat on one another—

Feeling a jolt on the bottom of her stool, Gemma looked down to catch the gaze of that yummy looking fighter from before. A boyish grin was stretched across his face with a blood lusting glint in his eye, and she couldn’t do anything but return the favor, grinning down at him with a raised brow.

“Oh, I’ve been around. Not my fault if your blind as a bat,” She replied, flashing another toothy grin.

As the man was pulled away by the bald fighter, and the tall blond guy she’d thrown that comment at earlier proceeded to tear the two fighters apart, she glanced sideways at the chirping voice beside her. Another smirk slid onto her face as she glanced back at the three men, tilting her head a bit, as if to take some ‘nice ass’ inventory in her head.

“Hell with watching ‘em leave,” She couldn’t help but say with a little wave at the bartender.

“Watching them lose control is so much more appealing. You say something about body shots? I’m definitely in.”

[ross]

Nearly purring as she answered Gemma, Ross' smile widened further as she watched Wulf move between the two. "You have a point."

Ross flinched a little as she saw Wulf catch a punch and whistled quietly. That had to hurt. The gladiator's strength was legendary back in the day. Still sitting on the bar, her legs crossed and high heel doing a little circle as her ankle rotated in a slow rhythm she chuckled at the boys, impressed with the shifter's strength.

A wink is tossed to the 'peace keeper' and a kiss blown from her lips as she sighs. A line of tequila shooters is resting on the bar where there was none before as she hopped down off the bar and turned to pick one up as well as a lime from the little tray of them that wasn't there before. Funny, she didn't call for the bartender.

With a wink to the other woman Ross grabbed the salt shaker and smiled. "Enjoy...I think the dark haired one just might take you up on the proposition. He's certainly full of life and vigor."

Walking over to Wulf, her stride slow enough to put that tempting wiggle in her walk. Stopping beside him she glanced at Brom and Ty. " 'Scuse me boys...I got business to do but first..."

Handing Wulf the shotglass to hold she reached up and popped the lime wedge in his mouth before he could speak, reversed for the peel to face inward before placing her hand around his neck and licking a line up the side of it. There's a small giggle as she realizes his natural body salt is all she needed and tosses the salt shaker over her shoulder as she purred.

Taking the shot from his hand she downed it, throwing her head back as she swallowed a heartbeat before her lips were finding his and biting into the lime there, lips moving against his suggestively as she sucked the lime juice into her mouth before her teeth bit down on the fleshy part of the lime, pulling it from his lips.

An impish, playful light gleamed in her eyes as she stepped back and dropped the lime in her palm where it disappeared as she licked her lips. "Mmmm....delicious." she said as she looked the big shifter in the eyes, leaving him to wonder if it was the shot she was talking about or his lips.

A small, pink business card appeared between two fingers. Tucking it in his pocket she smiles to the man and backs up a step more. The card carries her scent and has her adopted name: Ross Grant, on it in a scrolling script. Below the name is just the title, Party Planner with no contact information anywhere to be seen. " Just hold it and say my name if you want to see me again big boy."

In the space of a blink the spot she was once standing in is empty as if she'd never been there. No big flashes or shows of power left in her wake to give her away, simply nothingness left to make a normal person think their eyes had played tricks on them. Oh those wiley Graces!

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

Oh Sweet Mother of God.

Wulf had been a lot of things in his day but never stunned beyond speech. Tonight was definitely a first for many things. While he was used to women's attentions, it was usually either in a subdued manner or a she cat demeanor that turned him completely cold. The playful if seductive attentions of this female, however, left him anything but. He couldn't believe her nerve as she took control and had her way with the liquor and his body before he could even get beyond the shock of her actions.

When she was finished, he opened his mouth to say something only to have her shove a card in his pocket and ghost out his arms, leaving him with the worse case blue balls he'd ever experienced. The shock must have showed on his face because Brom's expression was laughing and Ty's wasn't much better.

"Shit...." he swore under his breath. "Not one FUCKING word out of you two assholes... FEEL ME??? TRUE?? "

Giving them one last speaking look, the huge Viking headed for the bar and grabbed up his forgotten whiskey bottle. Taking a long drag, he scowled and tried to decided if he was pissed as hell for being treated like an amusement toy or as intrigued as hell at the sort of woman who could get one over on him. Finally, he decided that he might just have to be keeping that card. You never knew when a slash of fun might come in handy.