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Dammit Moon Moon | Gia & Toby
Standing outside Twin Mmons, Gia leaned back against the bricks, fighting her lighter. A small breeze seemed intent o coming between her and her cigarette, causing Gia an aggravated sigh. “Come on,” she growled, giving one last frustrated exhalation, she tossed the unsmoked cigarette aside.
Glancing up, she caught sight of a familiar face. Cracking a grin, Gia waved him over. “Hiya, stranger!” She exclaimed, eyes twinkling. “Whatcha been up to?”
Pushing herself off from against the wall, she smirked up at the male. “Hey, you don’t happen to have a working lighter, do you? I think mine’s seen better days…” Her voice trailed off as she dipped her hand into her pocket to show him the offending article.
“Either way,” she promised. “I’ll buy you a drink inside, yeah?”
"Bless you!" sighed Gia, as she inhaled deeply. She didn't smoke frequently, especially now that she had a sort-of daughter, but when she did, she relished it. Leaning her head against the bricks, she took a moment to enjoy it, before grinning in his direction. It always felt nice to breathe out and just be for a moment. Irresponsible or not, Gia had always liked Toby. In a way, she thought they were actually a lot alike - loving completely and putting that before any real kind of thought process, essentially...the whole werewolf thing being a given. When he identified her as the lady he wanted to see, Gia laughed brightly. "Missed me?" she joshed, grinning, but the truth was she completely understood the look in his eyes. She felt it, frequently, herself. With more vampires crowding in (the whole issue of the 'vampire revelation' and what it meant for the wolves as a species, aside) and their Queen "renegotiating" with Everett, there were reasons to stress everyday without even considering the more personally pressuring weights. Gia's expression softened, brow contorting. "How's your mom?" she asked. She knew it was probably the last thing he wanted to think or certainly talk about, and she felt guilty bringing it up, but she couldn't bear to think that it could be getting worse and he wouldn't feel he could vent to her, if he needed to. "If you want to talk about it," she shook her head. "Believe me, no pressure if you don't." When he proposed to get the second, she nodded decisively. "Deal," she added, brightly, brushing unruly strands away from her face, impatiently, as he asked how she'd been. "Oh, you know," she shrugged. "The usual. Trying to get Devon to not roll around naked in my neighbor's yard, mostly," she laughed. "Other than that, unsuccessful job search and lots of bars, so I'm not complaining," she added with a bright grin. Gia shook her head. She often considered her life to be rather ridiculous, but in a way that was part of what she loved about it. "You?"
Dammit Moon Moon | Gia & Toby (closed)
With tensions as high as they seemed to be growing in the community of Oxford, Toby almost welcomed the weekends with open arms — not that he usually didn’t. With all the youth left in him he knew that the Twin Moons would be his place of choice for a drink and good company up until he died — and he wasn’t planning on doing that anytime soon. He approached the bar, a slow and steady smirk already creeping onto his cheeks as he saw Gia standing outside the joint, reaching into his back pocket to grab her his old zippo before she could even finish her question. "Desstrin," he responded warmly, flicking the lighter open and holding the flame to the cigarette between her lips. "Just the lady I wanted to see," Toby grinned, snapping the top shut and shoving the lighter back into his back pocket. It really hadn’t been an understatement, wither. With the week he’d been having — between work and his mother and just life in general getting more and more complicated — nothing sounded better than a Saturday night at the tavern. Honestly? Getting plastered. "First round on you, second on me?" he offered with a small nudge, moving to lean against the building as he stood beside her. "How have you been?"
A part of Gia had always envied the Belfronts but then there were moments like these. Gia had always wanted something more from her own family - like maybe love or possibly acceptance - and the Belfronts were exactly the kind of big, warm family Gia had liked to picture for herself right up until she got smacked in the face with how...strange they all were. Toby (and Jackson, but he wasn't a werewolf) was the exception, in most cases, he had his quirks, but they didn't tend to get in the way of living his life like any other person...and then there were his cousins. Oh, sure, Gia liked them all (and in the interest of full disclosure was very pleased to have seen every Belfront in the nude) but Colton, Caden, Claire, and Rory were just plain trouble. But then, Gia had always liked a little trouble, every now and then. Gia tilted her head, tossing chocolate waves as she arched a brow. "It was already weird," teased the female, winking. "Two werewolves walk into a bar...How does that joke end?" Ordering up two shots, she shoved one towards Toby with a burst of laughter. "I suggest you do a few more shots, then." Grabbing up the one she'd ordered for herself, Gia downed it quickly, before turning back to her companion with a grin. "Granted, Claire does have a way of...adding a little color to things." Truth be told, Gia had been looking for an opportunity to see Claire. Right before Everett had asked her to go steady with him, Gia had had a ladies' night out with Claire. They had gotten black out drunk and, truth be told, Gia wasn't sure what else. She seemed to remember an incredible kiss...but she'd been so drunk she wasn't sure it had actually happened or if it'd just been an amazing dream. That being said, Gia didn't quite want to flat out ask Claire if they'd made out...But she still wanted to know. Maybe it'd come out into the open, tonight. "The only question is...just how much color?"
three wolves walk into a bar | toby, claire, and gia (closed)
As per usual, Claire wiggled her way into Toby’s evening activities like the brat that she was. It had started out innocently enough. She had texted him and asked if he still owned Homeward Bound on DVD (he did), and he texted her back that it was probably somewhere at Brett’s but that she would have to wait until tomorrow to pick it up because nobody was home. Which, inevitably, led to: What the fuck are you out doing, then?
Toby didn’t like to lie, but he couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. Meeting a friend for drinks.
You don’t have any friends, Tobias. I’m gonna come find you!
Toby pocketed his phone and glared into his beer before tipping it back. “Claire’s coming to meet us here,” he practically grumbled to his lovely companion Gia, already gazing over his shoulder to the front door of the a Twin Moon. “It’s gonna get weird, isn’t it? Claire always makes things weird. I’m not drunk enough yet to handle her being weird.”
