The full moon had come and gone with all it's glory. The strange pull the moon had on the night kind always amazed Titus who had to admit also felt it's pull as much as any vampire or lycanthrope. His power waxed and waned like the tide and the moon much like the emotions of most of the nocturnal preternaturals. That's why he waited until after the full moon to check on Alex and the rest of the wild bunch. After that night at the bar, Titus was a little hesitant about seeing any of them again, but each day made him wonder more what had happened.
That's why he found himself looking into the hookah. Silent was a little on the crazy side in Titus's eyes, but she followed a pattern. She would either own, or frequent just this kind of place. He wasn't that good of a detective, but from time to time even his blind squirrel could find a nut. He pulled his tie off outside and put it in his pocket. Silent always referred to him as Tits or Tight Ass, the tie might just add another nickname to her arsenal. Aside from that he was in his normal attire for the Marshal's. The suit was a lighter gray with a crimson shirt and of course his 5.11's covered his feet in the slow sun. His scent was his normal turned earth with a tinge of silver from the hollow points in the P14 under his arm and the recon tanto on his calf.
He stepped in quietly, slipping in like the ghost he wished he was at times as he looked around. Personally, He stood a few feet from the door, sticking out like a sore thumb, but that was what he had hoped for. He was hoping to talk to Silent, but he was sure there would be a small inquisition somewhere in here for him. His breathing came quietly enough without a hint of tension for doing something he was worried about. Let the games begin.
Silent promised she wouldnt come here...Time after time. That she would stay away from work...Yet she kept finding herself dragged back here. It was starting to make her a bit on the pissed off side. She had a house full of wolves right now and yet here she was. So when Titus came in...Well he just shoulda known he was in for it.
Did she know about the relationship between Alex and him? Nope....Would it of changed things? Nawh. Silent loved fucking with him. It had been her favorite game since she met him. Those bright tri colors almost glowed in the shadows behind the veil of smoke that danced from the hookah in front of her. Her lip curled some in a low growl. Tits maybe a federal marshall. But he wasnt serving a warrent or a exicution...And Silent had a feeling if one involved any of those who came here another marshall would of been here instead.
"Tits. Ill warn you once...Because Im required to. Unless youre here to serve a death warrent ya betta turn around and putcha guns in ya truck or whatever you be driving."
She could smell the freshly polished guns. A good cop..Or in this case marshall he was. And while yes Silent did enjoy its smell. And the underlying smell of earth and death...Silent had since Dakota come to hate that smell as well. Pushing up from her pillowed thrown she would move into the light.
"Besides I have to many patrons that come here that wouldn t like the idea of being shot during dinner. Now go put them away then come have a beer. You have some explaining to do Bitch tits."
That wolven smile would curl over her lips as she turned and made her way behind the bar.
Titus wouldn't argue the fact that he could carry a firearm anywhere he pleased, save for criminal institutions. Nonetheless, this wasn't the time to really pick a fight so he obliged. He walked back outside and put his P14 into the glove box of the Charger, locked it, then locked the car. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little naked without it but business was business. He walked back inside and took his jacket off revealing he was unarmed.
"Not here to stir no trouble, I would think by now you would no me better than that. Just trying to find out of Alex is okay. And I think if there was warrants on ya I wouldn't be the one fulfilling them." There was simple truth in his tone as he moved to the bar and got whatever they had to serve. Titus wasn't that picky with beer, he liked what he liked but would drink anything.
