Word Count :: 512 Sorry for the wait, Shaw. >.<
Finding evidence of her landlord’s nightlife activities was child’s play. The preferred rendezvous point, as she’d come to find out, was generally the fire pit. Just beyond the tree line, just a couple of acres away from her place of residence, lay the area where testosterone-fuelled self-indulgence would arise every so often. Knowing this, she would often scout out the area for any forgotten junk left lying about. The boys generally cleaned up after themselves, hence why she never really complained. A night’s partying supplied by Barrett’s own stash of drugs and alcohol inevitably hindered their good manners from time to time. But having to cleanse their reunion point of any garbage left behind was a million times better than going through the inconvenience of finding Barry mid-rut with one of his... females. That was just disturbing.
The ashes were still warm; an indication that one (or both) of the boys had gone to bed at a much later time than she and little Eli had. It had been a relatively quiet night though, which led her to believe that Hilsburn hadn’t inherited any special visitors. Perhaps they had gone out for some fresh air after a game of cards. Whatever they had done, they had obviously behaved for once. One bottle lay forgotten next to the burnt out logs. The lingering smell of vodka was discerned without much an effort. That’s all they had on hand and to her general knowledge, Barrett hadn’t acquired anything else.
She’d seen both dogs working around the property earlier that morning. Ezra’s door had been closed shut and she had avoided making too much noise when she’d left at the break of dawn. As for her landlord, she assumed he was holed up in his garage either still sleeping off a buzz or trying to usher one of his conquests out the door. With the empty bottle in her hand, Lilin was about to retreat back to her quarters when she caught the pungent waft of a female coming from a little further south. She didn’t think much of it at first; simply assuming the stranger had spent the night with one of the resident bachelors. That was, until she realized that the smell didn’t make it to where she stood. Had the trespasser been an overnight guest, she would’ve had to at some point.
Multiple scenarios formed in the back of her mind, the most plausible one being the possibility that she was one of Barry’s customers. She wanted to believe as much, knowing full well there were darker alternatives: thieves, most particularly. Sharp barks escaped her vocal chords, ringing loud and clear before she reached the intended destination. She knew Axle and Grit were close enough, should it come down to that. Lilin’s easy-going expression melted into a frown as she came around the secondary greenhouse. There she was: a luperci not much older than she was, peering curiously into one of her landlord’s beloved structures. “Can I help you?” Her tone held no hint of aggression but caution was most definitely audible.
Image courtesy of jeremy vandel; table by the Mentors!
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