Bring on the blessed wine. (Stefan)

[Kitrana Moore]

Friday night after Thanksgiving found a somewhat bored Kitrana a third of the way to being drunk wandering around the club district in Pilot Ridge. Unlike the average day, she wasn't a cat or even a neko.. No, on this particular evening, Kit was walking around bundled up in a nice leather jacket and fairly expensive boots with oversized earmuffs on and a head of brilliantly read hair for all to see. She didn't even have cat ears or a tail. Tonight Kit was completely human.. Because Kitties didn't get drunk. People did. And tonight was a night for getting drunk.

She'd managed to find a house party a little ways from here where she'd had several beers and a few shots, but the company left something to be desired. Sure, attention was nice most of the time but c'mon.. It was the day after Thanksgiving, everyone was a bit lazy and chill.. And thought it was atypical, Kit was more in the mood for intellectual company that physical company. 'Intellectual' was likely too strong a word, though. She just wanted somebody to figure out. Someone to be curious about. Not some college or high school guy wreaking of PBR trying to get in her pants and doing a bad job of appearing worth the effort.

So Kit had bailed on the party and was walking around and staring at the buildings, thinking about how many people had walked the same route she was walking and who these buildings and the businesses they contained meant the world to. There were a few other people out despite the cold, and Kit couldn't care less. It was snowing, there was snow on the ground, it was sticking, and she was bored... So she decided that she needed to do something silly and random.. and in plain view of everyone else on the street, she stopped, turned sideways, and fell backwards into the snow next to the sidewalk with a huff and a poof of the white stuff.

She raised and lowered her arms parallel to the ground, and did the same with her legs.. She was making a snow angel. Why? Because she could.. and because nothing else seemed fun at the moment.. and as much as it was cold on the ground, the fact that she was a 17 year old shapeshifter attending Hammel Institute in the middle of Pilot Ridge nearly half drunk that had just decided to fall over and make a snow angel for all to see was the most childish kind of fun. Childish fun was the best kind ever when one happened to be a 17 year old shapeshifter attending Hammel Institute in the middle of Pilot Ridge nearly half-drunk.

[Stefan Spencer]

Stefan was also walking around the streets of Pilot Ridge. He had been bar hopping for most of the night. Meaning he drank at one bar until he flirted with the wrong person, or the bartender decided he'd had enough, and then he'd wander around to find another. He really needed to get good and drunk. It wasn't so much that he was depressed, just that he was lonely. The holidays always brought out that quality in him. Sure he had family, his nieces and nephews...and now even a daughter he'd never knew he had, but it wasn't the same as having someone to share his life with.

Still the alcohol had it's usual effect and Stefan was in rather a cheery mood by the time he stumbled past the girl lying in the snow. For a moment he thought perhaps she had fallen or passed out or something. And he was about to reach to help her up. After all he'd passed out in the snow before and knew it was an unpleasant experience. But as he got closer he realized she was making a snow angel.

Now this was just too good to pass up.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Stefan said standing over the girl. Because really she was a bit young for him, but there was no harm and using a good line when the time was right.

[Kitrana Moore]

As Kit spent a little too long making her snow angel (snow felt neat when one was drunk) it eventually became somewhat obvious that she had an observer. She didn't look, though. She was genuinely curious what he would say or do.. Her curiosity was sated by a well-timed and equally well executed pick-up line of all things. His voice gave away that he was definitely on the older side, but a good sense of humor was one of the most important things when deciding if someone was worth hanging out with.

So with a smile, Kit rolled back onto her shoulders, then launched her legs up and out. In one graceful move, she was soon enough on her feet. Given that she was only four-foot two, she was still very much looking up at the man, but so be it. "Nah, I have a pretty high pain tolerance and well-timed pick-up lines always seem to ease the pain just enough. Good thing you came along, huh?"

What a neat and unexpected event. A bearded knight in shining armor come to rescue Kit from boredom and falling asleep in the snow. He wasn't bad looking for an older guy.. and the fact that he was willing to use a pick-up line on someone obviously much, much younger than he was said that he was either a pedophile or had a sense of humor.. One would give Kit a reason to claw the shit out of someone, the other would make him good company. She was banking on the ladder - hoping for it, even - but either one would be a worthwhile addition to the evening.

"I think I like you, Mister pick-up line. Name's Rai. Do you like cats? Want some company for a few hours?" Kit gingerly stepped out of the imprint she'd left in the snow and turned around to observe it.. Not being shy about the fact that when she'd turned she had tucked in close to Stefan so he could block the wind. Clearly she wasn't shy, but despite the proximity she wouldn't appear to be an escort or out to get in his pants.. Just comfortable with the situation. Confidence was a think Kit didn't have an overly limited supply of, especially not when she'd been drinking and had already slapped a few frat boys.

[Stefan Spencer]

Stefan was a bit impressed and a tad jealous of her graceful spring up from the snow. Seeing the movement coming, he steadied himself with his cane and reached out with his other arm in case she needed it. "Well if well timed pick-up lines is your medicine, then I'm the doctor for you," he said, smiling. It wasn't often that he got praised for his lines.

Stefan had no requirements when it came to the age of a person he would spend time with. of course, there were certain activities that he couldn't do with a younger person. But company was company, and he was never one to miss an opportunity.

The snow and cold might not be affecting the girl, but Stefan was starting to feel a bit of the chill. His remedy was in the flask of scotch the he took a swig from. After a moment's hesitation, he held it out to the girl. "Care for a drink, milady?" he asked. Because while certain activities were wrong with young people, drinking was the right activity for all peoples.

"Mister Pick-up Line?" Stefan said, laughing heartily. "I have to say that's a lot better than some of the titles I've earned over the years. And I love cats. At least I love my cat." He wasn't quite sure what that had to do with her keeping him company, but in his present condition he figured he was just missing something in the conversation.

Stefan was a little surprised, but pleased, at the close proximity. He chalked it up to the weather, and started to shrug off his coat to offer her. Still he couldn't help but add, "You look cold, wanna use me as a blanket?" He laughed though, hoping she would know he wasn't being too serious.

"I would love some company," he continued, offer his arm as he turned to continue his walk. "My place or yours? It's a little cold to stay out here for hours."

[Kitrana Moore]

Kit hadn't missed the gentlemanly attempt to make sure she didn't fall.. and while she hadn't required the assistance, dude definitely got points for being considerate and polite. Of course, those points were dwarfed by the ones he got when he offered her the flask. "Oh hell yes." She took it, raised it toward him as if in toast, then raised it and took a medium swig, licking her lips as she handed it back. "Scotch drinker... Yep, I do like you."

And he liked cats.. and had a cat. Which meant that Kit was going to get a new kitty to add to her lineup. Not only that, but he'd rolled with the completely random out-of-the-blue question like it was nothing. Yup, this guy seemed like good people and offering for her to use him as a blanket was.. well.. kinda adorable.

"Naaah. Keep the jacket. I'll curl up on your lap later or something instead. Your place, though, definitely. Mine's a dorm and I don't know if they'd appreciate me bringing someone back at this time of night. I'd say I could just take you to my parent's house in town, but they're uptight and they don't drink so there'd be nothing to do." If that hadn't made it obvious that Kit had every intention of having a few drinks with Stefan, nothing would. "Anybody ever told you that you have a really sexy voice? Seriously.. That low gravelly thing.. Shame nobody my age has that. Could warm up a girl almost as fast as that flask."

Dammit, flirting was so much fun. "So how far? I've got several hours to kill and you are infinitely better company than frosty over there." She pointed her thumb back toward a little snowman that someone had made next to where she'd made her snow angel. "Gotta be back at the pearly gates sometime around noon tomorrow, but you can have all the company you want till then."

[Stefan Spencer]

Stefan was only a little surprised at her almost greedy acceptance of the flask. Of course that feeling was dwarfed by the pleasure of meeting a fellow scotch drinker. "Well thanks for the approval," Stefan said, laughing. While he had no problems with self-image, it was always nice to be liked.

Stefan smiled at the idea of a snuggling session later. Of course it would lead nowhere, but human contact was human contact. And it was what Stefan lived off of. Well that and scotch of course. "My place it is then...it's over..." He paused for a moment trying to get his bearings, he'd had the direction in mind before he'd seen the girl in the snow and now he was confused again. "That way," he finally concluded making a general gesture down the street. "And then you can meet my cat," he added, since the cat thing seemed important for some reason he had yet to figure out.

He blushed a little at the compliment. "Actually, it has been mentioned before, but never by a pretty young lady such as yourself."

"It's not too far," Stefan said as they walked towards his place. "Just a few blocks." Because Stefan made it a point to never live anywhere farther than walking distance from several bars. It made the whole stumbling home drunk thing so much easier. "I will have to relish ever moment then, my angel." And he was glad she didn't seem to mind the idea of staying over. Because really it would be wrong to find a young girl on the street, get her drunk, and then make her walk home in the cold. That was why God invented guest bedrooms, right?

[Kitrana Moore]

Kit grinned and took Stefan's offered arm as they started walking toward his house. This guy was pretty cool. It would totally be a shame if he was, in fact, a pedobear. She'd hate to have to maim a scotch-drinking flatterer with such a sexy voice. Speaking of which.. "Seriously? Well, Sir, far too many pretty young ladies are uptight and can't recognize a good man when they see him. Or.. hear him, as the case may be. If your company is half as pleasant as your voice and manners, we shall be the best of friends by morning's first light, I say."

More flattery. Kit didn't read very far into it, but this was fun. Dude seemed to be able to hold his liquor and hold his own in a conversation. Abso-friggin-lutely perfect. Way better than staying at that stupid house party. College guys were way full of themselves. This post-college guy with his obscenely sexy voice, though, seemed to know how to treat a lady. "Oh, I'll be your 'Rai' of sunshine if you can take the heat, my well-mannered friend." ..Kit wasn't normally one for puns, but.. if asked she'd blame being tipsy.

For the record, though... HAH. Guest bedroom. Kit was either sleeping on the couch or next to Stefan. She'd have to figure out if this guy was a meta, though, before she actually followed through on curling up on his lap. That was something kitties and children did.. and Kit, despite being tiny, was still a bit too big to be doing that as a biped.

"So how shall I address you, Sir? And when we arrive at your abode, would you be willing to break out the fancier tonics should I be willing to foot the bill? Cause seriously, I have cash if you're a professional scotch drinker." It was totally rude not to offer to compensate somebody for good liquor. He didn't owe her anything.. And Kit's parents were loaded. She wasn't short on spending money. And good scotch got expensive. Even if he refused, she was gonna hide some money in or near his liquor cabinet if he had some good stuff to share.

[Stefan Spencer]

Stefan had no idea how old this girl was, though his best guess was that she was somewhere near his oldest niece's age. Perhaps a year or so old. But definitely still off limits. So Kit had nothing to fear in that area. And Stefan was more than glad that she hadn't run off screaming at his first pick-up line. He couldn't help it if Flirt-ish was his main and usually only language.

The pun was a bit lost on Stefan, mostly because of his drunkenness. Though his ability was under the same influence, he was still with it enough to pick up that something about the line was a joke. So he smiled, but didn't comment.

Stefan would probably let Kit drop down for the night wherever she landed at the end of the night. Though if she was planning to sleeping in cat form, she'd have to deal with fighting Sebastian for space on the bed. The cat was used to sharing with two or more people, but he might feel jealous about having to do so with another cat.

Stefan laughed when he realized he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Stefan Spencer," he said. "And this is me, right here." He pointed to his house, continuing to lead her up to the house. "And no one pays for scotch at my house." Though there was no way he could stop her from leaving something hidden around the place, Stefan didn't want her money. Her company was more than enough. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the liquor cabinet is always full...and only the best for an angel such as yourself."