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ImageThe Den, as apply named, is a local den house for a pack of urban werewolves led by a man who goes by the name of Baron.

The stench of booze, tobacco, and cigarette smoke are thick in the air, and the place has a rugged, and weathered feel to it.

Like most of the urban packs, Baron's wolves have staked out a decent sized territory within Vargeras, and though The Den doesn't maintain a strict guest list at the door, members of other packs are liable to be met with hostility.

The den house also doubles as a bar; however, humans though allowed, might find service difficult if they aren't good at blending into the rugged atmosphere that is The Den.

Minor brawls and pack spats are relatively common place here, though mind the furniture lest Baron get involved. One should also note that pack law bars the use of weapons with settling internal spats between pack members.
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The Den

A local den house and bar for a pack of urban werewolves.

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The Den is a part of Lupaix.

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Jarrett McKeldin [23] A Lutetia City resident. Nothing to see here.
Jeanne Bonheur [23] "Yes, I see what you did there."
Ulrich Palomer [6] "It wasn't my fault."
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Spotting the beer on the counter where her bag had been sitting moments before she got dressed, Aimee tilted her head towards her father, reading the underlying look he shot towards Baron. Tisking and shaking her head, she moved over to grab her booze before returning to her previous spot just in time to hear Jacques suggest she take one of the pack with her for safety measures. She knew Jesse was missing and what kind of bad blood was between the two packs, but she was going to be in a car and then with a horde of people. Surely they wouldn't pick her out of a couple of dozen teenagers, right?

“Dad, I get where you're coming from, believe me I do, but I’m heading to a party that’s in a house. It’s not like I’m going out into the woods or anything. Someone will pick me up in a car right outside of the Den and they'll be going right to the party. The refreshments and food will already be there. It's safe, I promise.” She kept her emotions masked, knowing that the party wasn’t in a house and was indeed outside somewhere. The hosts were supposed to send a text to everyone’s phone with an address and directions. It was supposed to be kept a secret until then.

“But, since I did ask, I’ll humor you. Well, depending on who you suggest to send with me.” Aimee finished off the bottle of beer and tossed it over into the trash.

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Snow took a swig of the offered drink with a nod of thanks to Desmond. "They'll want him alive. Having a doctor on hand, even an unwilling one, is too useful for them to throw away by killing him. But that doesn't mean they'll treat him well."

He sighed. "I don't like waiting around. We aren't even coming up with a plan."

Folding his arms, Snow glanced back at Chloe. "I'm not sure. Unless we can strike a deal, which I highly doubt we can, I don't see this ending any way other than violence."

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Chloe's phone would vibrate. If she bothered to check it she would see a text message from Bowen.

'Want to hang out later? Flight leaves in the morning for Aslund. Would like to spend some time with you before I leave.'

Bowen had told her that Léon Barnes, Chloë Moretz, and him would be flying to Wing City at the start of the week on a buisness trip and that they would not be coming back for a few days. He had avoided her question as to the type of buisness that needed to be done in Aslund.

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"Snow's right about that. They won't give 'im back without a scrap," Desmond answered.

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"Have you forgotten how ruthless the Psions are?" Jacques asked. "If you think a house full of witnesses will stop them from gunning one of us down in cold blood, you've forgotten everything you should know. Just take someone with you, I don't care who," he told her.

He seemed agitated, and uncharacteristically short with her.

In Lutetian pack life though, you stuck with your own, or you died young. The 'lone wolf' mentality didn't get one far with the pack skirmishes and violence that often struck. The pack instinct was a compelling force though, and the bonds of pack where often stronger than family.

That he had to remind her of this was somewhat peculiar.

"He's right," Bastien interjected as he leaned over the pool table to take another shot. "Baron wants all of us accounted for, and no one out alone."

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2 hours later...

It was getting close to opening time for the bar, and more of the pack had filtered in for the night. Baron and Jeanne where no longer present - having slipped out some time ago - but several of the new arrivals had gathered around Chloe and Desmond. They offered playful jeers as Desmond set a dart whistling through the air to strike the dartboard, but despite their efforts to distract him, the dart flew true and quivered as it embedded itself into the board. Cheers followed as another glass of beer was passed into his hands.

He held it up with a grin before chugging it down until he was red in the face and the empty glass was returned to the table where a half-empty pitcher was sitting.

Bastien let out a cat-call as Chloe's turn came around.

"You know you're the first girl to come around and try to drink an Iverian under the table," he called out.

It drew some laughs and shouts of encouragement as the pack seemed to have playfully sided against Desmond, if only for the entertainment of seeing him outdone by the little red-headed woman.

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Aimee just shook her head at her father. Of course she hadn’t forgotten how ruthless the Psions were. She knew what they were capable, but perhaps spending time with her roommate was making her forget things that she ought not to forget. Keeping that thought locked away in her mind, she noted how agitated he appeared and she decided just to drop it. It wasn’t like she wanted to break away from the pack or go off on her own, but sometimes it was fun just to let go and party with people that had the possibility to take her to a whole new world without actually leaving. However, with everything that had been happening, she realized that right now was not the time to let loose. Pack was home. Pack was comfort and although she wasn’t living with anyone from the pack, she was almost always at The Den because of how she felt around them.

“I’m not going to go to the party. I’ll hang out here and maybe beat you at pool, dad. Then again, I’m still pretty terrible.” She grinned and felt her phone dinging. Pulling it out, she blinked at the flashing icon indicating she had a text.

Glancing down at her phone, she read the message just as Bastien spoke up. Nodding a little, she fired off a message to her friends and shoved her phone into her bra for safe keeping. Instead of going out, mostly because the party had already been crashed, she moved over to grab another beer and silently watched her dad and Bastien play pool before her attention fell upon Snow, Desmond, and Chloe. She stretched herself out, casually chatting with the pack as it got closer to opening. She couldn’t wait to actually score herself some whiskey, though the majority of her attention was on Chloe and Desmond. Laughing at Bastien’s comment, she couldn’t help but add her own,

“Come on, Desmond, you’re not going to let that slide are ya’? She slid off the stool and made her way over to where others had gathered with a sly grin.

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With his hooded sweatshirt hanging loosely on his body, Noel entered The Den. It had been close to two months since he had last set foot within its' boundaries; let alone, seen his pack mates. Whether the reunion was going to be joyous or rough, was still in the air as far as decided. Most knew of the boys' temper, and his relation to Julienne. The question was, who cared? Some things about the young wolf had changed, though. Mostly, he had gained some patients and worldly experience. Though that wasn't much, it was more than nothing.

He noticed first Bastien and Chloe at the dart area. Opting first for some drink, he lowered his hood and reached inside his coat for his flask. True, he wasn't old enough, but was close enough. He wasn't sure of his sisters' standing at the moment within the pack, as he had been on hiatus for the passed 8 weeks. The boy pulled his phone out of his pocket, and set it next to him on the counter. He had told Julienne he would come to pick her up as soon as she was ready to leave. Passing the time here seemed the best option, if he was to get back in good with his pack. Loyalty was hard to come by, that much had been reiterated during his leave of absence. Sipping his drink, he turned with crossed arms and feet. Perhaps he had grown enough to not be recognized?

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Snow had returned to his habitual position on the fringe of the larger group of the pack, watching the darts game with a glass of scotch from a stool at the bar. When Noel walked in, the arrival caught his eye, though it took him a few moments to register who it was. When he did, he raised an eyebrow.

He waited until Noel had ordered his drink before speaking up. "Haven't seen you around here in a while, Noel." he remarked, "Been busy?"

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Noel acknowledged Snow with a nod of his head, "What's up, Snow." He took another drink from the unmarked container.

"Haven't seen you around here in a while, Noel. Been busy?" the white haired wolf spoke.

The young man shrugged his shoulder, "Eh, trying to keep my nose clean, so to speak." He chuckled a bit, and wiped his nose in alliance with his statement. "Seems the pack has had its' hands full while I've been gone. Thirsty?" He offered to pour the older packmate a drink.

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Snow thought for a moment, then necked down the last gulp of his drink. "I won't say no." he replied with a small smile. "I'm glad to hear you've been staying out of trouble. You're not wrong about the pack. Trouble's been finding us lately."

He shook his head with a sombre frown, before shaking it off. "You sticking around long?" he asked. Whilst he could've been interpreted to be just asking about the visit, there was the implied question of whether the pack would be seeing more of him. Given the events of the last few weeks, any member of the Bloodstones away from the safety of the pack ran the risk of becoming a target.

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Noel poured a couple shots worth into his companions glass.

The boy looked to his older companion, "That bad, huh?"

Setting his mug on the counter, he propped himself up on both elbows. "Well, there's not much for me out there." He pointed a thumb over his right shoulder, meaning the outside world. "Should have been here to keep Julienne's throat in tact." This he mumbled slightly lower than the following statement, "It's always best to be where needed, right?" Assuming he could even offer any kind of help was an overstatement, considering his history. It was a nice thought, however, to have a family that actually needed you. "Not sure where I'll be staying, but the plan is to stay local." He grinned, and offered a toast with his mug as Snow's drink was set before him.

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Snow lifted his glass in conjunction with the younger boy, taking a swig. "You shouldn't feel guilty about what happened. Julienne'd have your head if you tried to so much as suggest you'd do a better job of keeping her throat intact than she would." he said with a chuckle. After a moment, his expression became more serious again. "Make sure someone knows where you are, or if you can, lodge with someone from the pack. Things are going to reach a peak with the Scions soon. After that, it'll be dangerous to be on your own."

He took a sip of his drink. "How much do you know about that situation?"

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Noel shrugged, "I shouldn't, considering that she is fully capable, but you know how it goes..." He left that sentence open ended. The whole pack knew the siblings' family history. Though Julienne wasn't one for showing weakness, Noel had been entirely too young not to, when the situation went down.

"Is that an invitation?" He asked regarding Snow's safe keeping comment. "I'm not sure when Julienne's going to be released, though I anticipate it being soon. She's just receiving blood that was lost, at this point. Healing fine, considering she's just as... grumpy as usual. Not sure where she stays though. Suppose I could crash her pad, sisterly hospitality isn't too much to ask is it?" He smiled his juvenile innocent grin that he was famous for.

"I know of the kidnappings, but Julienne wasn't in condition enough to go into much more detail than that. Is it really so serious?" He had been afraid of that, which was the entire reason he returned to his pack. He couldn't live with the guilt of not defending those that had stepped up without being forced.

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Snow chuckled. "I've room, if you want it. Nothing fancy, my apartment isn't big, but I have a sofa bed." he said, shrugging.

He sighed at Noel's question regarding the kidnappings. "The Scions have Jesse and a new girl who was turned a while back. They won't let them go without a fight." Snow said, grimacing. "The girl is a newcomer who was turned relatively recently. Baron'd been keeping her down in the basement so she didn't hurt anyone on her first few transformations, but the police found her there. Obviously, it looked pretty bad. We're lucky they let him out on bail, but if we don't get her back to testify, that problem's only going to get bigger. But we all know what open conflict with the Scions will mean. Neither side will come out of it in one piece."

He shook his head. "Still, we'll get through it." he added with a small smile, "We're stronger than we were last time."

Snow took a sip of his drink, then paused. "Hold on, aren't you technically under-age drinking?" he questioned with a smirk.

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Noel nodded, "It hit me kind of hard when Jules mentioned Jesse was involved with all this. She didn't know who though. My question is, why?"

Newly transformed wolves were always their strongest and most dangerous in the beginning, chaining them for their own good had been a practice since, well, forever. "How did the police manage to detain her, considering her condition?" He contemplated the scene in his head, "They must have some pretty tough hardware." That idea did frighten him a bit, the fact that the police had the capability to overpower one of his kind. He didn't ever get on well with authority, aside from Baron, of course.

Noel smiled brightly at Snow's question, "Well... about thirty minutes ago, maybe. But now..." He reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out his identification card, tossing it onto the counter before Snow, "Bam! Happy birthday to me! Big 18! Grown man status now!" Looking at the clock, and at the card, one would see that at the strike of passed hour, it was the young man's birthday.

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"It wasn't the police that took her. She was with Jesse - the Scions have her." Snow explained. "As for why? Aside from a way to hurt us, Jesse's a doctor. Having someone to give medical aid is useful to them, and they're counting on being able to force him to practice for them. And keeping Re'Altarm - that's the girl - means Baron's likely to end up in jail. She can't testify that she was there of her own free will if she isn't around."

At Noel's mention of his birthday, Snow's expression lightened somewhat, "Congratulations. I don't have a card, unfortunately." he said with a chuckle, "But I'll be sure to buy you a drink... no, two drinks, since you already bought me one. You ought to make sure everyone knows - you probably won't have to pay for another drink tonight."

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Noel shook his head. The world was definitely bigger than he ever imagined. "Oh, right. Suppose they would have been better off if the police had been the ones to try, then. Well, whatever it is that I can do to help, if anything, I'm down." Noel didn't have many skills, at this point in his life, other than the run of the mill hunting and sensory skills that most like him were born with. "Suppose it's time I stop putting off my training, huh?"

"Thanks. Wasn't really planning on making a big deal of it, but I suppose my presence in the bar alone is deal enough, right?" He grinned, "Not sure a celebration would suit the mood, though."

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"People need moments of good cheer the most in hard times," Snow said with a smile, nodding his head towards where the others were cheering along with the darts game, "Baron's silent on the matter, so for the moment, there's nothing we can do. Better to drink and enjoy what we can, than brood on things that are out of our hands for now."

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Chloe had been right about one thing -- She did loosen up after a few drinks. She had received the text and raised a brow. She wasn't sure how to answer. So she merely typed in 'Sure.', making sure it was vague on when she'd meet up with him. Afterwards, she silenced the phone and put it into her purse and forgot about it.

Even if it had been been ages since she'd tossed darts, she wasn't about to let the challenge go unanswered. Her face was already flushed pink, and a wide grin spread across her lips at the cat-call came her way "Try? I think I'm winnin'." She teased as she picked up a dart. With a rusty dart, she somehow managed to hit the board as well, a sly grin on her face.

When she went to grab for the glass of beer being passed to her, it slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor. Sharp pains pierced her hand through the numbness of intoxication, and her jaw clenched as she narrowed her eyes at her own hand. She couldn't move her fingers in anyway. This all happened seconds after the glass shattered on the ground, and she pulled her hand away, tucking it under the opposite arm. "Sorry..." She muttered, immediately changing her expression into a sheepish smile. "Guess I am a bit more tipsy than I think I am... I'll clean it up.." She said, moving to start picking up the glass with her other hand.

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Noel nodded to Snow, agreeing with his logic.

The sharp tang of the shattered glass rang through his ears. He turned his attention to Chloe, frowning he turned back to Snow, "Well there's one drink that needs replaced. The tab's yours tonight, right?" He teased, before turning to the bar entirely and shouting, "Happy birthday to me, folks! Welcome home, and all that! Cheers!"

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Desmond's expression sobered as Chloe dropped the glass. He might have laughed it off, but he saw the way she hid her hand and his brow furrowed as he knelt down as if to help clean up the broken glass.

"'ey, there's no need for that. 'ere, let me see."

His expression didn't improve as he took hold of her hand and rolled it over to get a look at it. His eyes raised to hers, almost questioning, but he didn't ask. She was clearly uncomfortable.

"Come on, why don't I take you back an' we'll call it a night," he offered as he stood and encouraged her to do the same with a hand on her elbow.

"Can you take care of that glass?" he asked Bastien.

"Yeah sure, go on," the man answered.

The mood had shifted, but Noel's exclamation had given something else for the pack to divert their attentions to now that the competition between Desmond and Chloe seemed to be at an end.

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Hugo glanced around the bar, listening to the conversations around him with interest. It was strange being among people he didn't know, but he knew he would at least get to know a few down the road. He wasn't used to making new friends, formerly being part of an upper-class family before his transformation into a werewolf. His family were devout members of the Church, so they didn't take it very well when he turned. The very idea that his family sent an assassin after him still tugged at his heart, that they were willing to do something illegal to hide that he wasn't human anymore.

He sighed, standing up from the bar and going to one of the pool tables to start setting up a game, hoping this would at least get someone to approach him to initiate conversation. Most of the people here were already talking to someone else, so he didn't want to feel awkward by interrupting someone's conversation. He had picked up a few names like Snow, Noel, Baron, and a few others while he listened to the other patrons speak. It was difficult not to eavesdrop with his heightened sense of hearing even though he knew it was impolite to do so. He casually hummed to himself as he continued setting up a game at the pool table.

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Chloe didn't fight Desmond as he pulled her up and away from the scene, but still threw Bastien an apologizing glance. Her face was red now more because of embarrassment than intoxication. Every eye in the bar was on her now.

She was glad when Noel broke the awkward silence.

She kept her eyes averted from Desmond the entire time he led her from the rest of the pack and out the door, knowing he had more questions now that she couldn't avoid answering as soon as they were alone.

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Aimee watched for a couple more minutes before letting her gaze shift to everyone else that had entered the bar. It wasn’t long before she came to the conclusion that she wanted more beer, so after a few minutes, about the time that Noel entered, she headed back to the bar and snagged herself a brewskie, her ears listening in on as many conversations as possible. Being part of the pack meant a lot to her, but sometimes, Aimee couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to just roam around without any times. Lonely, she figured. That would be what life would be like. Well, not necessarily lonely because she truly had a lot of friends, but there was something different between friends and the pack. Finally shrugging off the thought, just as the glass that Chloe was holding onto slipped out of her grasp and broke, she turned to watch the female as Desmond and Chloe left the bar.

“Hmm…” Shrugging it off, she turned her attention upon Noel when he shouted that it was his birthday. Cheering loudly and waving her bottle of beer towards him, Aimee walked over to the pool table towards a face that was not familiar to her. Leaning against the table, she grinned and reached for a pool stick.

“Hey? Up for a game? I’m Aimee by the way. Aimee Chevrier." She held her hand out towards him, well, at least she started to before she realized both hands were full. Setting down the beer on the edge of the table, she once again held her now free hand out towards him.