The summer lingered, the air was a bit humid and he was a little hot. It didn't matter how many layers of clothes or lack thereof he had on. Welcome to Nawlins baby, the southern lands where snow rarely ever falls even during winter. If you did not care too much for cold climates this is where to go. Climate was different from one city to another, this one had one of those alienated versions of knowing when there will be a precipitation of rain fall or if there will be a bit of sunshine. Owen's shirt was half cotton and partially satin so he didn't have to complain too much of humidity.
The night life always drew out the freak show. The guys who screamed at the top of their lungs to the ladies who wiggled their bare tits to the world for all to see. Hey, nothing wrong with sightseeing since everyone was out on the town's night. "Woooo!"All the scents of booze, sex, perfume, shampoo, and various other odors drafted into his sharp nostrils telling him what each was about to whose what based on what was around them. He did not get involved, keeping far away from the crowd the base he could muster. Both hands slid into each sides of his pants' pocket, keeping himself normal. He smelt something sweet, it was beignets.
Yum, yum. Who should he call to invite over at a time like this? A good werewolf companion whose been there for him through and through. Neither of the two of them had spent time with each other since after the lad shapeshifted by a strong trail of blood. Grabbing his cellphone, he dialed the number to Zach's number. Boys will be boys, that was what they needed to be. Ring, ring. He left a message on his voicemail. "Zach? I want to invite you to a sweet taste of beignets. I thought we should hangout. What do you think? I'm in the French Quarter on Bourbon St. Give me a call or meet me on the street corner. Chow partner."That was that, switching the off button he returned his phone in it's slot at the left of his waist then stood waiting.
Beignets...Since Ren's come to New Orleans it was something of an addiction for her. She's hit every spot that sold them between her house and the Quarter...and still had a few she hasn't yet discovered.
Two nights ago she'd been on Burbon Street and noticed the little establishment, she was working then, but tonight, technically, she wasn't. So in she went, the fluffy, powdery goodness of beignets dancing through her head with a large coffee. Just what the doctor ordered.
Leaning on the counter she told the girl "double order of beignets and a large coffee, just milk please" and handed over the money. Yes, she'd eat all eight of them. She was quite hungry. One thing Ren always had was a good appitite. Turning away from the counter she spotted Owen.
Grinning she moved over towards him "So...we meet again." She said in a very comical kind of Transylvanian accent.
He was chewing some of the beignets he ordered at the counter since he has all nine lives..waiting, that's speaking in the catty language of it. Okay, rephrase that. Owen's been fine dining the moment he walked out of the house of the small house his folks grew up in when he was living in Elk Garden. There was always an adventure when the doctor was not in service at the time. One of his colleagues on staff said along the lines how he's got way too much energy for someone who works on patience. That's cause he has to move, the animal in it's shell did not like not doing shit so he took the liberty of doing just that. A familiar scent opened a pathway to his nasal cavities that his beast picked up as the spotted kit lifted his head to peer past the tall grass that he imagined for his other half.
Surrounded by tall, trees with heavy branches along with rustling leaves so that when it climbed, it climbed. But when it was curious or just wanted a change of pace, he chose the ground instead of the tree to keep all senses on alert. His shields was not all the way up, didn't think he needed to hide his beastly nature too much. That energy brushed around Ren to let her pick up a supernatural was in her presence, he's learned that there was a greeting in several forms if you was non-human. A douse of power is soothing, like velvet is to skin allowed her to not be completely unaware of who he is, but her scent was technically way off from the very start.
He obviously knew she wasn't a mere human but at the same time was like a hybrid. After he finished with the food in his mouth, he picked up the coffee cup to sip some of it before he finally spoke in accord to her Transylvanian accent. There was a luscious smile that was never hidden when they met for the third time. Hmm. "I believe so miss Ren. Care to join me? "A hand moved to a seat across the table from him.
- Alyanna was out doing some shopping for things that were needed. But she was looking in a store window when she sniffed the air catching some different scents that weren't familiar to her but some where. Smelling the beignets as would make her way toward the beautiful scent of them as her stomach growl. Place her hand down as she seem to talk to her stomach - " Shhhh."
-Rounding the corner she would spot Owen with a women giving a wave to him before making her way to the counter to order her beignets and a bottle of water . Handing over a the money before getting some change back. Slowly walking over with her order to say hi to him and his friend who smelled weird. - " Hi !."
Dressed in a simple blue sundress with some very pretty white and pink flowers over it that had some thin straps. A pair of white flat sandals adorn her feet as she would raise the beignets to her mouth to take a bite from it - " How are you Owen ? "
Ren slid into the offered seat and smiled. "I'd love to, thanks. Whats new in your world?" She asked, just making polite converstation before taking a sip from her coffee and taking a big bite of the fluffy, powdery pastry. Ren had prepared for the event, as she considered it, because yes, eating Beignets had become an event for her. She wore a white t-shirt, regular pair of blue jeans and her ever present converse. The long mass of hair had been pulled back and braided. She was giving serious thought to cutting it. Maybe tomorrow.
One bite and the sugar went everywhere, it couldn't be helped, it wasn't only the law of gravity, but the law of Beignets. There just was no way to eat one and not be a mess. "Mmmm" she waved the pastry around, "Best yet."
Ren looked up when the new female approached, the scent somewhat similar to that of Owen's but not. Plus it had it's own unique fragrance. Coffe in one hand, beignet in the other and of coure, entering her mouth, she used a few fingers on that hand to wave at the female.
The sounds of silverware clinked, the talk between couples or families filling his ears like a song of harmony that one will always connect to that background noise that filled the atmosphere. He tore a piece of the powdered sugar pastry, this was really a decor that he indulged in. They say the finest experiences is eating out at all the stops you can think about. As Ren sat to take a seat with him, Owen watched her then smiled softly. "Sugar is addictive in many ways Ren. Who could resist? There is just some chemical in the conduits that makes it hard to stop to taste just one." Several years did he repeat the same thing to a teenaged girl who had a weird condition that supposedly has something to do with eating a pound of sugar. Next thing you know his former client was said to have hypertension.
He had books on the few he spoke about to help live with those conditions that each has all over the world. Owen's gift was to help those with haunted images, conditions, abuse, bullying, and several others that he has covered in some of his seminars during his stay in London. As he was about to take another bite of his beignet, he smelled pard. Lowering some of his shields, he brushed Alyanna with some of his beast's energy in greeting between two beasts. That power was cool to the touch as it touched against her skin like a draft coming from a vent in a room. "Afternoon Alyanna."He did not use the words "dear" as it was his most favorite word, if it was of the fairer sex but when speaking to another guy it was in the way men chat. Not every woman liked dear so he got that. "I am well. Please have a seat with us." Ren was a new friend, Owen enjoyed her company as he did with Alyanna's and any other allies he accumulated in the past days he's been staying in Nawlins. He looked between her and Ren. "Ren? This is Alyanna. Alyanna this is my new friend Ren. She's new in town." Assuming he was correct on that, he simply popped a pastry and chewed with satisfaction.
His scent filled the room that was strong. It was a mix of fallen rain and rainforest. His beast was a lazy thing when there wasn't any threats, hostile looking things, or when he sensed danger in the area. The rumor about cat's and their sixth sense was that they a cat's owner will see spirits in the room, perhaps he's watched Animal Planet very often the very day he was infected with the leopard strain. It helped get to know his beast a little at a time everyday, but he was still in training until he can commune with the creature beneath the chasm.
- Alyanna would grin as she approached Owen table with her bags and her beignet and water. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face. Feeling Owens energy rub along her skin in greetings. Her own would slide along his also in greeting. Before looking to the lovely women with him. Extending her hand to her - " Pleasure to meet you Ren "
- After shaking her hand she let it fall to the back of the chair sliding it out to take a seat within it. Before twisting the lid of the water off as she place it to her lips to sip the cool liquid. - " So what have you been up to Owen.." - She would take another bite of her beignets getting sugar on the top of her lip. Before her tongue out come out to lick it off.- " These are so good.."
Ren seemed rather fixated on her pastry goodness and the coffee. She watched the two, commiting their scents to memory. They were the same fuzzy tingle feeling. That registered somewhere between the last bite and a sip. She picked up another one and rolled her eyes with the bliss of the taste. "Aren't they?" She said to Alyanna. "These are my new addiction." She chuckled because it was the truth. Not like the sugar or the carbs would mess with her. Being 'other' was good!
Bite, sip...waiting for Owen's reply. She watched the two over the rim of her coffee, studying the interaction.
He was done with all of his beignets, his saucer plate cleaned after the last popped in his mouth. A moment and his beast wanted meat not something sweet! He insisted, growled low deep as the craving for fresh blood rose within him. He said to the impatient beige feline there would be a little hunt soon, real soon. Mentally connecting to that handsome felidae whose soft, gaze of flickering amberish light to look at his host like a child begging daddy to buy him the big, red truck he seen inside the biggest toy store ever. The African Leopard sat on his haunches, still grumbling for he was active day and night if he was not satiated at the time. Closing his eyes for a second, learning to get use to the beast in a mood where if he did not receive it sooner there be some hell to be. Owen took a sweet, light breath as he continued calming him.
When he wasn't laying in one of his trees in the metaphysical planar he was on the long, green grass that had needle-like tips when it needed to blend in and watch it's prey from afar. Whiskers danced like the vibration on a stringed instrument such as a guitar. Drinking his half emptied, coffee he finished and wiped his mouth with a napkin he grabbed from a dispenser on his side. "I've been working. Lots of young teens as always." More teen pregnancies. Old news fast. Happens all the time. Owen was a doctor that busy, busy, busy signal wasn't uncommon. In a high position it did not leave room for much including things like relationships or any other fun times except on weekends he was free and during vacations, good that there was such a thing as benefits. Still, he loves what he does for a living. His motivation was helping people. That was all he liked to do when he wasn't having fun he was earning something. Owen's spending habits was that he did not spend unless there was a reason to do so. Money did not buy happiness, but it sure did pay the bills and kept clothing on his back. Needs was his priority.
A waiter came by with clean cut hair, asked if any of them wanted anything. Looking at the male, declining his offer. "I'm good. Thanks." He watched the man pick up Owen's plate following with the saucer cup he drained. Thanking him afterwards. "What about you? Have you settled in NOLA?" His hazel eyes locked on Alyanna as he inquired of her time in the city. As for Ren, he knew she was there. Both women were lovely, he comes from a long line of beautiful dames on his mother side of the family and had four elegant sisters being their only brother who the Connors has existed for a very long time. The ancestry line is traced back to his mother and his father whose own bloodline was very strict so Maxmillian himself wasn't a man to toy around with. That proves how much Owen's genes clashed of both parents.
- Alyanna would nod lightly at Ren when she agree with her about the beignets being really good. She would take another bite of the yummy pastry getting sugar on her nose without knowing it. Listening to Owen telling her about what he has been up to. Giving a nod of her head. Letting her glaze look at her bottle water. -
- Before realizing that Owen was speaking to her as she snapped out of the daze to look to Owen. - " Oh I have been working a lot. Getting some money together to save it. " - Hand would raise to twirl some strands between her fingers - " Well somewhat I don't really get to see my roommate that much " - Well that's because he is a Vampire and most nights she works so..-
Ren sat and observed the duo. It wasn't every day a girl like her would be sitting literally between two very fasinating creatures. She was sent to New Orleans, as she'd been sent to every other town. Kill the evil fanged ones. Easy peasy. Though she's had one encounter, the vampires here all seem to be behaving themselves, so far. Other than the two she'd met in the alley, she hasn't spotted any. To that, she chalks up to her bad. Perhaps she needed to expand her perimeter. Yes, she'd do that starting right after this yummy, powdery, puffy goodness.
She realized she too, like Alyanna, was in her own little world when Owen's voice drifted in and poked at her thought bubbles. Looking down at her dishes, she realized she had already eaten four - leaving the four on the other plate. Damnit, she hated when her mind played games with her. It was the something that she couldn't control, and that just always pissed her off. Moving two of the pastries over with her finger, letting them fall onto the table, she voided them out. A napkin tossed over them, completely erased them.
"It amazes me," she said jumping into the conversation. "That in these times, with all the possible protection there is, and how open the teens seem to be with friends and so forth, that the teen pregnancy accidents would deminish."
There. Including herself, inquiring on the topic and ignoring the two napkin covered beignets.
He looked at the girls, both was just now getting along or he hoped this is how it should be. Peering down at his wristwatch on his right wrist, he noticed the time has definitely went fast. Owen stood up from the table and thought about hanging out in the French Quarter. When you're in New Orleans there is no such thing as not examining the Cajun lands with another instead of taking the time to explore it on your own. "I was thinking if you girls want to come down to the shop to the ICEE palace?" It was an offer that was out there. ICEE was established back when crushed ice and mixing it with flavoring came into the old days. If you did not know what that is then you wasn't in the time line they first brought it out. Owen's father once worked as a farmer for a first time job back then.
He started out as a waiter when he was sixteen earning his own salary cause his parents convinced their kids to be independent. That's how his folks were. Soon as you reached an older age in the teen phase start looking for a place to work. Owen's skills came at the age of twelve, that wasn't working in a restaurant. He did a paper route. His hazel hues watched them closely as if, getting an idea who and what they really are. Ren's scent including Alyanna's was already collected to memory, he smiled vaguely. The opportunity knocked when a hospitable tone dispersed between elegant lips. Waiting for an answer.
Ren gulped down the rest of her coffee...those two beignets were gone already? Yes one could say she did indeed enjoy them. She looked at her watch, mostly because Owen did.
"I'd love to, but I have an errand to run. Rain check?" She knew ICEE and it was a favorite of hers. Especially on the hot days that had been driving down on them. She gave Owen a smile, mostly to reassure that she wasn't blowing him off. Her nights were usually very busy, though she did enjoy the time she got with her new friend.
Looking over at Alyanna, as she stood up and swipped at the powder that had managed to make a home on her t-shirt, as she knew it would. "It was a pleasure meeting you." She winked at Owen, "see you around handsome." And it was just like that, that she was out the door into the night. White wasn't good on a hunt, she needed to head home and change.
- Alyanna had seem to slip off to la la Land as she sat there eating her beignet sticking another pulled off piece into her mouth before licking her lips of the sugar that coated them. Before looking toward the took as she would speak - " Sorry I seem to space out.." - Before finishing off her Beignets. Then would bite her lip. - " I wouldn't mind joining you for a Icee Owen "
" It was a pleasure in meeting you too Ren we will have to have coffee or something sometime ? " - She would smile warmly at the women as she took another sip of her water. Sliding from the chair as she picked up her bags to follow Owen to the Icee palace to get icee - " I haven't had a Icee since I was a child "
