[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Restaurant – Chicago, IL 
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Avery glanced down at the empty plates when Kimiko stopped talking midway through her sentence. In the last week he had replayed each time he came in contact with the Chicago werewolf pack over and over again, wondering if there was a different way they could have approached Levi and his pack. After hours of beating himself up, Avery determined that there wasn’t. Levi and his pack had been self-absorbed and entitled. It wouldn’t have mattered how Avery and Caden treated them. They would have acted and done what they wanted regardless. Avery was just glad he had been there the night at the club. Who knows what Terry and them would have tried that night if Avery hadn’t been there.

Kimiko started talking again, and Avery glanced up at the mention of her underwear drawer. He grinned, amusement plain on his face. He shrugged, the epitome of innocence. [color=#B0C4DE]”I have no idea what you are talking about.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Restaurant 
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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Chuckling, Caden signalled for their waiter and relayed what he wanted. The waiter happily complied before leaving to fulfil the task. A few moments later, a piece of cheesecake with two forks was delivered to the not-so-happy-looking couple.

Still smiling, Caden turned his attention away and finished his drink before finishing his meal. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi's House – Chicago, IL 
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Cassi paused in her tattooing to look up at Nic with amusement before shaking her head and returning to her task. Most of the next couple hours went like that: Nic feeling rather good and Cassi being entertained by all his wild theories and the things that seemed to upset him most. Honestly, Cassi found most of those things to be amusing.

[color=#DB7093]”I need a little break. Why don’t you stretch a bit? Your body should still be numb, but your head should be clearing a bit. I’ll go get you some water,”[/color] Cassi said and pushed her trolley aside before she stood and stretched. 

Wayland also took the opportunity to jump from Nic's lap, where he had been happily taking all the human's attention, and went to stretch his own legs.