“How would I know? I don’t stalk her. But I would try her werewolf ‘headquarters’,” Hunter said following them.

OOC: You guys can make up where the Werewolf ‘headquarters’ is. I really don’t know where it would be. *Looks down in shame* I am a failure.

OOC: *Ruffles your hair.* It’s alright. you’re still myy favorite idiot. ;D

“Then let’s start at Finnigans. It’s right next to the Werewolf Warehouse. I can’t stand to step foot in that place.” Dex shuddered. Last time he’d checked out the werehouse, the wolf-ness was overwhelming, and he’d promptly been beaten and thrown out but some, well, less desirable wolves. Finnigans was a popular bar for the wolves.

OOC: It also gives me a chance to be punny.

Lizzy gave a small grin, clapping her hands together. “I’d be up for it. Onward, my merry men.” She laughed, walking ahead of them.

“You ARE my merry men!” Lizzy exclaimed. “I declare it so!”

“And don’t you forget it!” Lizzy stuck her tongue out at him, then went a bit more serious. “Thanks for trying.”

“The appreciation is deserved.” Lizzy laughed. “I didn’t really think either of you would go along with that.”

“Obviously,” Hunter agreed with Dex fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

Dex glanced over his shoulder as they entered, sighing.

Allison Merriwether was dreadfully irritated. This drunk man had been slobbering at her for half an hour, and it was beginning to sicken her. She hadn’t even led him on. She’d ignored him, yet he kept on in his advances. She sighed, shaking her head when a head of messy black hair caught her eye. “Dexter!” She waved. Dex grinned and waved back.

Hunter raised an eyebrow at Dex, but said nothing following Lizzy’s suit.

Dakota was furious. Eyeing the drunk werewolf hitting on the poor girl annoyed her to no end. She would not stand for it, especially since he was told NOT to get drunk, but lo’ and behold what does he do? Dakota silently fumed in a corner booth, keeping an eye on the drunk man. It was then she noticed the three Shadowhunters, and sighed in relief as Dex waved at the girl. Perhaps being a good gentleman in helping the girl would lift her spirits. If he helped… Dakota sunk in her booth, watching.

“Eliza Penvellyn, at your service. Pleased to meet you.” Lizzy grinned good naturedly, reaching out and shaking Allison’s hand.

Hunter nodded at Allis with a smile. “I’m Hunter,” he said plainly to Allis noting her American accent.

“I’m going to go get a shot,” Hunter said walking to the bar, ready to at least have a few drinks before they were off.

The drunk stumbled out of his seat, having trouble standing without having a dizzy spell. He walked over to the group, seeming to size the people up. He tapped Dex on the shoulder. “That’s mi girl, ‘ate,” he slurred indicating to Allis with a finger. “Why you goin’ on and be taken ‘er?”

Dakota resisted the urge to stand. “They are big boys and girls,” she said quietly to herself. She clenched her fists eyeing the drunk werewolf.

“Excuse me, but… Who are you exactly?” Lizzy said acidly, turning toward the drunk. “This woman obviously doesn’t know you, So…” She leaned in and whispered to him. “Just back off before you embarass yourself further, okay?”

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Dex raised an eyebrow. “Well, James, I believe you’re mistaking her for someone else, and you’re mistakin’ ME for someone ‘oo give a damn. She don’t want you anywhere near ‘er, so back off, drunk.” His accent peeked. He straightened his shoulders, making himself taller.

James stumbled back from Lizzy’s push. “Whoa now girly,” he said shaking his head and laughing, sobering slightly. “Ain’t yo’ gotta grip, but my fight ain’t with yo’, it would be wit’ this gentleman ‘ere,” James indicated to Dex with a shaky finger. “He be the one stealin’ mi girl. I don’t like the fact that he be claimin’ her for his own,” James said while standing straighter, trying to fight off his dizziness, and began walking to Dex, rolling up his sleeves.

“Jesus Christ!” Dakota said throwing herself from the booth and walking over to James. “James you dumbass! I swear I’m going to get Arthur if you don’t stop,” she threatened.

James caught sight of Dakota, a snarl forming on his face. “Dakota, what the Hell, yo’ be doin’ ‘ere? Yo’ said yo’d be off on patrol till 2!”

“Got off early,” Dakota said sliding between Dex and James putting a hand on James’ chest, stopping him.

“Shame,” James said pushing her out of the way.

“James, stop-” she was cut off by a loud smack. Dakota cupped her cheek her blue eyes looking at James in fear. “You hit me,” she said in disbelief, backing off.

“Yo’ deserved it, bitch,” James spat turning back to the Shadowhunters and Allis.

“Dakota, oh my God.” Lizzy went over to the girl, who looked very shaken. “Are you okay?”

Dex’s hand whipped up, grabbing the man’s wrist, shaking his head. “An untrue observation.” He twisted the man’s arm behind his back and slammed his head into a table. “Jar your memory at all?” He dragged the man to the door and threw him out, calmly.

Dex came back over a knelt in front of Dakota, looking worried. “I’m so sorry… Is there anything I can get you?”

“While you were out illegally drinking, that drunk wolf slapped Dakota.” Dex replied. He frowned.

“Anyways,” Dakota started blinking a few times. “What brings you guys to this part of the city?”

Hunter made an ‘O’ face before crossing his arms. “Well if it means anything my illegal drinking won me money,” he declared before inspecting Dakota. “I’m going to go get some ice for that, looks like it is going to bruise.” Hunter stood and walked off.

Dakota nodded. “Of course you are,” she sighed before standing. “Well, let me just go tell my leader what James did and where I am going, then we can go. You might want to get some sort of transportation other than walking to get us there.”

Hunter returned with a small baggie of ice handing it to Dakota, which she took gratefully, placing it on her wound.

“Well, allons-y, then.” Lizzy clapped her hands together, standing up. She shook her hair, blinking a few times. Things had gotten extremely hectic.

OOC: I missed you so much Shadowhunter RP! We set up a warehouse as the werewolve’s headquarters, correct?

Dakota followed Dex keeping the ice on her face wincing from the stinging. “I hope Aiden doesn’t hurt James too much for what he did,” Dakota sighed before glancing at Dex with a small smile. “I think he got enough of a bashing from you.”

“Despite the little brawl, I think today was a good day all things considered!” Hunter said to Lizzie, walking behind Dex and Dakota.

“40 pounds! Since this ray of glorious sunshine is so charitable, we are going out to dinner, on me,” Hunter said grinning at Lizzy. “And perhaps candy afterwards.”

OOC: Excellent.

Dex laughed lightly. “I think I showed him not to slap people. But yeah, dinner would be nice.”