Luck be a Lady [Clea]

[Ethan Lewis]

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[attr="class","congrats"] Ethan Lewis Clea Givens | 500 | outfit | Hope it's ok!! Ethan sat in the old car as it refused to start. He’d been in the town for a few weeks and had made a few friends however he needed to get out there more. Ethan had gotten a job at the local garage. It was a good place, a few guys there and a few of them were wolves. Seems this town knew all about what went bump in the night. Well most of them anyway, after all he’d heard all about the town’s past. It seemed it was built on an agreement between witches and wolves, an agreement that allowed him to appear and stay with not much hassle… after all he was here to find out about his pack and what happened to a few of the elders, including his father years before. Ethan checked the time and saw it was almost lunch, he got out he dud car and headed for the small deli in the town square. It was a popular place and he thought better going there than and bar - just incase he got distracted. Ethan headed to the town square and enjoyed the pretty nice day they were having, Spring was starting and the place was alive with people, even some tourists. The wolf knew that the town got busy in the summer, it was near New Orleans/Baton Rouge and that meant the influx of people was noticeabling on the increase. A nice change from the constantly busy cities he was used to. As he walked passed the library, Ethan paused seeing a blonde going into the building, a pretty blonde. Ethan felt the wolf in him take a liking to her, so he followed. Why not right? He had been in town for weeks and no ladies - a new record, well minus that brunette the first night in the small Louisiana town. Ethan smirked, that was a good night. The woman was easy enough to track in the library. It was modest size but not huge, he followed the scent he just knew was hers, like a wolf stalking a lamb. Only he’d be gentle. He picked up a book, the history of the town, and headed over to her, “Excuse Miss, can you tell me where to get more books on the town’s history? I’m totally lost.” He purred softly. Obviously he didn’t actually think she’d know that information - he was just the type to get business out the way fast so pleasure and chat could happen with the pretty blonde he was currently standing with. He did have a thing for blondes… especially ones who looked like her.

Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd

AND I'M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

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[Clea Givens]

Dr Clea Givens. The title still wasn’t something she’d grown used but by the mail from Berkeley giving details of her graduation ceremony had arrived this morning with her new title emblazoned in bold type right across the front of it. Clea had found herself a little breathless and giddy at the sight of it. Standing on the front porch she’d stared down at the letter for a good half an hour before she’d shaken herself into opening it. Of course its arrival had prompted a Skype call with her parents, one that had involved a whole lot of joyful squealing on her part. In the end her parents had needed to go, the chopper to take them on to somewhere in Libya had been waiting for them. Reluctantly she’d waved them off, promising to be in touch in the next few days. Knowing her dad it would be longer than that before he’d be available to talk but she’d try all the same, she did as often as she could. Settling in San Francisco had felt right when she’d made the move but she wasn’t going to deny that there’d been some times when she’d almost felt a longing to be back on the road with them both again. It would’ve been a wrench to be away from the life she’d made for herself there, the one she now had in Cloistere, but at the same time she wouldn’t have had to schedule a time just to catch up with her parents. At least they knew the big news now, had celebrated it with her in their own way.

The real celebration would happen here in town tonight. That had been the second thing on her list, telling her second family here. Clea had known that Katie would expect to be second on the list after her parents and she’d made certain her friend had been called next. There’d been a second round of squealing and the offer of a little after hours party at the bar tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time that the Half Moon had been filled with noise into the night. The fact that Katie’s cop brother would be just as involved in the celebrations meant that she wouldn’t get into trouble for breaking the town’s noise ordinance. Josh had been fifth on the list, right after Lexi and Skye, then she’d added Alex. All of her closest friends in the town, those she’d started considering as family the instant they’d dragged her into their lives. With all of the calls made Clea had sat there on the top step of the front porch, blank of expression, a little stunned still and without anywhere to go to busy herself for the moment. One of her new bartenders was opening up for her today, supposedly to give her a lie in but she’d been restless this morning, rolling out of bed before her usual late wake-up. Wasn’t like she’d been psychic and had known the letter from the college was coming. She’d just been in one of those moods where energy refused to burn itself off.

The itch under her skin had grown more irritating of late, refusing to be soothed no matter how late she worked at the bar or how many evenings she spent at Katie’s kitchen table. Maybe it had been the lack of intellectual stretching in the wake of her finishing her PhD, maybe it had just been the off feeling in the town since the witch had been found dead out in the woods. Either way Clea had known she couldn’t just sit there in the house all morning, she would have gone stir crazy. Driven by the thought of a new area of research, of maybe a new course somewhere she’d thrown on her battered leather jacket, had grabbed her bag and had headed for the library. Usually she would’ve driven by today she’d needed the walk. By the time she strolled into the building that itch had actually grown. Frowning Clea headed into the stacks, raking her hair back from her face with one hand as she walked along the rows. She’d paused in front of the history section, green eyes narrowed at the offerings on Africa when she heard a purring voice next to her. Letting her fingers drop away from the book she’d been touching Clea glanced at the tall blond next to her. For a moment she just stared, her green eyes taking in the broad shoulders, the smile, the pretty eyes.

Shaking her head to pull herself out of her little reverie Clea tried to force her tongue to work. Usually speech wasn’t a problem for her, but then she’d thought herself at least semi-immune to the hot guys who seemed to be on every corner in the town. Reaching out, Clea took the book from his hands, smirking a little as she flipped it the right way around and flipped it open to glance at the pages she’d personally read three times over already. ”Call me Clea,” she told him automatically as she used the book to indicate a shelf right behind him. ”Mrs Gower keeps the books on local history over there. She’s a real stickler for the dewey decimal system. If you’re lost when it comes to the town I’d probably say you’re in the wrong place though. You can pick up more about the place by taking a walk around it.” Looking up at him Clea narrowed her eyes in mock scrutiny. ”New or visiting?” she asked boldly. Given the fact that he was in the library and not checking out some of the town’s more scenic spots she would have said resident but who knew these days.

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[Ethan Lewis]

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[attr="class","congrats"] Ethan Lewis Clea Givens | 500 | outfit | Hope it's ok!! V

Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd

AND I'M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

made by remi of rilla go! & adoxography

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