Jayme Harrison-Windsommer

The female finished with her first string cheese and her eyes moved over to the clock nearly choking on her simple breakfast when she noticed the time. She pushed herself away from the counter and after making sure she had her second breakfast item and her guitar, she bolted out of the door almost forgetting to lock it. She fumbled with her keyes locking the door while holding the other cheese stick was between her teeth. It was almost 7: 45 and she had a shift that started at 8 at the local bookstore.

Her sneakered feet raced down the few stone steps that led up to the front door of her home making sure to not let her baby hit anywhere as she jogged up to the dark grey Toyota Camry while unlocking it. She made sure to gently place her baby in the backseat and then practically jumped in the front seat with the door still open as she started up the vehicle and began driving.

The female was only 5 minutes later for her shift and after earning a few grumbles from the older woman, Mrs. Klewski, Jay picked up a couple of books that had been set out to be place back in their respective places upon the shelves.

~~A few hours later.~~

It was nearing 11:15 before Jay finally bid farewell to those manning the shop and she stepped out into the cool air. She checked her phone smiling as she saw the sarcastic message from Zach and a picture of him messing around with one of his coworkers. A soft chuckle left her lips as she sat down in her car and replied back with an unamused look on her face to him but joked in the text. After finishing with Zach, Jay also reached out to Laika with a quick text.

Is anyone else at the meeting? I might be a little late. I had to stay late with the books as I was a little late getting out of the house.

She set her phone down in the cupholders beside the seat and pulled out into the increasing traffic as lunch time rolled around. It took her almost 45 minutes to get to the studio where the band was meeting and sat in her car for a few moments making note of the few cars in the parking lot. She was a little surprised that Stace hadn't reached out to her yet that morning but she wasn't overly worried as they were both busy adults.

Hey Stace, when are you coming to the meeting? You aren't still sleeping are you?

A quick, simple text is all that she sent out to her friend and her eyes noted the time of 11:55 am. Great she was just shy of noon which didn't leave her much time to get set up and make sure her guitar was ready to go. The female grumbled a few words as she gathered up everything she needed and climbed out of the car. Carefully she picked up her guitar and made her way into the building, locking the Camry over her shoulder.

She offered a warm wave and smile to Laika and their managar Maria as she stepped into the room. "It is close enough to the afternoon that I am going to say, afternoon ladies. Have you guys heard from anyone else?" She sat down in one of the plush chairs while resting the guitar case over her lap as she spoke. The braid that had been put in earlier in the day had some wild strands escaped that now danced along her features as well as the love bite from Zach gaining a little more color as the day had worn on.

As she waited to hear from the other two, Jay opened the case and pulled out her guitar, carefully setting the case on the floor by her feet as she rested the wood of the body on her knee and played a couple of notes checking to see if she needed to tune the guitar.

"I don't know about you guys but this day has not gone at all like I was expecing it to. Maybe it is the excitement of having to play in a couple of weeks." Her eyes finally moved up from the instrument in her hands and moved between the two other females. Her eyes lingered on Maria for a few moments longer than on Laika as she was still feeling out the new manager.

Laika Herriman || Lycan || UNB Guitarist || M: Maria, Jayme, Stace and Aster (Ind)

Laika was rather surprised that she had been the first one there, but then again, knowing the other members, they were probably tied up in some nasty way or hung over. Or both; there was always the possibility for both. As long as they kept her out of all their drama and flings, though, she wasn't going to say anything. The worst culprits had to be Eustace and Aster, but it wasn't like they were trying to be drama queens. All kinds of crap were bound to hit the fan when relationships ended, but those two had been acting weird around each other for... days? Weeks? How long had it been? Maybe they'd been chasing the same quarry only to find out later. Or maybe they'd just fought over some other random thing. Whatever the case was, the air between them had been tense as of late, and more in an uncomfortable way than anything else.

The young woman was snapped out of her reverie as the door opened to Maria, their new manager. She strode in confidently and seemed to know what she was doing. That was a good sign. Laika was promptly greeted, albeit a bit more formally than she was used to.

"Doing alright," she replied to the other woman. "And you can just call me Laika; I'm not one to push formalities. How should I address you, though? Maria, Boss, Ms. Keranz, ma'am...?"

Her attention was pulled to a quick vibration in her pocket, causing a slight frown to cross her features. A text? Nobody ever texted, and she was pretty sure she herself hadn't sent a text out in at least a month. She pulled the device from her pocket and opened messages to find a notification next to Jayme's name. Uttering a quick apology to Maria for the distraction, she read the text and then let her fingers fly.

Just the manager is here so far. Also if you haven't eaten yet, I brought food so come hungry.

Aaaand send. It was approaching the socially appropriate time to eat lunch, but she didn't think too many people would be that picky when it came to eating breakfast foods for two or three meals. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes briefly-- and then it was nearly noon. The hell?

Jayme entered and greeted her and Maria, looking a little frazzled. Laika was sure she herself shared those features, though she felt much more exhausted than she probably looked. Again, there were perks to being a crepuscular, nocturnal hybrid of a creature. She cleared her throat to make sure she still had a voice before answering her friend's question and remarks.

"Just you so far. But I'm not notorious for speedy responses or checking in on people, so I'm a bad source of information. And... yeah, I haven't slept in a while. The nerves are something else; I still don't feel ready, but I'm gonna play my fingers to the bone if I don't take a break. Figured the meeting would function as a good one."

Aster Morningstar

Witch | 20 | UNB | Mentions : Eustace

Aster swore he was going to be mad at Eustace and not take any excuse the angel would give. But in his heart, he knew that was a lie - and as soon as he heard the tone of Eustace's voice, his expression immediately softened. Though he bit back words he wanted to say in favor of letting the male speak. And he didn't protest when the male had reached out and grabbed him - he didn't know why, but some greedy part of him was happy that the angel did that. And he quietly listened to Stace speak and he could feel any anger he was holding on go fizzling out, and he wouldn't like and say when his face was like clay in the hands of Stace when held. Couldn't the male see how much he craved his touch? And attention? Stupid overthinker, and if anything his face possibly looked more adorable than his attempt at annoyance. After all, he was still trying to pout and be stubborn - he wanted to brood and forgive Stace later, but the words were touching his heart and he just felt like he couldn't leave him without answer. And he couldn't help the blush running to his face when his waist had been more firmly grabbed, or the forced eye contact - he really did miss these little touches between them. Not to mention the way his rougher hands felt against his lips. And he swore the angel could make his skin burn, but in a good way, like a warm gentle flame that lingered. Or it could be searing and possessive, but this one was gentler. And he found himself attempted to reach and wipe the tears from those stupidly pretty blue eyes of Stace's, but he was caught off guard by the kiss.It was just so soft, and refreshing. He had found himself leaning into the kiss, his own longing peaking through. How long had it been since he had kissed the drummer, and the witch definitely did not try and hide the audible pout and glare of annoyance at the fact Stace's lips were no longer on his anymore. But they were worth it to hear the words come out of his mouth. He had never stopped loving him? Shock, was a rare emotion to perceive on Aster's face - but the way his eyes opened up and widened, it was clear that that was his first emotion. And his eyes grew slightly glassy and gentle tears began falling down his cheek. Well shit, he said inwardly, I hadn't planned to cry this morning. And he to cover his face in embarrassment and then proceed to slump onto the bare chest of Stace in which one could hear his muffled giggles and not miss the shy smile coming from him. And he uncovered his face, and just gave a long sigh and a look of warmth and adoration to the male. And he didn't give a second bright fo cupping the angel's face, and his next action.

"We're both stubborn arses, aren't we?" He said softly, his voice gentle and calm, any trace of anger or hostility was gone. And that's why he sprung up and removing his arms from cupping his face, to wrapping them around his neck, and with a bit of force - crashing his lips against the drummer's lips. He didn't care if the force had pushed the drummer into the countertop behind them, or if even though he was shorter that he was on top of Eustace. And his leg was straight up and he was on the points of his toes to give this kiss. He knew that the positions were likely to change, but he wanted to catch the male off guard for once and show his appreciation.He met the lips so Stace, with the same softness they had been met with earlier. The kiss sweet and subtle, a token of his endearment towards him - but then, a certain hunger takes over. He had longed to kiss them. "I missed you," was all he could say as he mouth the words on his lips. This time his kiss was rougher, greedier - his hands messing with the long raven tresses of the drummer with a tender reverence. His body pressed closer, and hips pressing into the other. Aster felt he would devour Eustace - and he wondered if the pretty angel would let him, maybe that would teach him a lesson about ignoring him for months. He could taste the sweet blackberry jam on his lips as he swiped his tongue he over the soft, yet chapped lips of the drummer. The tangy and sweet taste soon flooding his senses, and the jam sticky upon his own mouth. He gave a soft hum at the flavor, and then he decided to softly nibble on the bottom lip of the male. And then chose to have one arm around his neck while his other hand traced his collarbone gently. The male had a soft expression on his face, he had missed this, he had missed him. He wanted to say so many things in response to him.

"You know, you're beautiful, right?" His voice soft and gentle, and sincere, " every scar, everything you view as an 'imperfection' - it's just a sign that you've lived - you've survived, and so all I can ask is that you find something to live for because you are worthy in every aspect and not let that beautiful brain of yours tell you otherwise. And if it does, then come to me so I can show you how loved you are." His words low and sultry, as he whispered them in Eustace's ear and he slowly kissed the scars on his skin as a statement. And then his face grew mischievous saying, "you want to know my favorite part of you?" He said, purposefully brushing his lips against the ear of the male, "your hips. It should be forbidden how the pants cling to your dips, or how satisfying it feels to hold them." He said with a mix between a pout and a huff. But then grew mischievous.

"You never stopped loving me," he said softly, and silkily, "well then - I pray you show much you love me ." He said closing the gap between them, lips teasingly brushing against Eustace's.

Kavik Forger || Human-Demon || TBR Bodyguard || M: Mosi, Layton

Ah, it was that time of the month. Kavik's eyes stared at the StarWalk notification banner that had appeared on his phone: "Waxing Gibbous tonight -- how to get the best view of the upcoming full moon." Well, that meant Mosi would have a piss poor attitude, and he didn't even want to think about how literally half the band he guarded was some breed of werewolf. The clock read 6:30 AM; time to break out his grilling skills and burn his last paycheck on overpriced cuts.

Four hours later, he had several thick slabs of sizzling steak grilled to medium rare perfection. Slicing one to test his wares, he released a growl of satisfaction at the ease with which the tender meat separated. A bite confirmed that it was indeed edible and well-seasoned. Kavik placed the steaks in individual plastic lunch containers, just in case the other canine-infused crazies had a pre-full-moon hankering for blood, and drove to the recording studio. He walked inside and placed all but one of the steak containers in the communal fridge, nodding to Layton as he passed him.

"Steaks are up for grabs, if you're interested," he told the werewolf before taking the one in his hand over to where Mosi lay sprawled across the battered couch. Kavik paused to find his plan of action; the woman was always extra spicy around the full moon, and he didn't feel like regenerating a limb today. He waved a hand and one of the black book stand tables zipped over, positioning itself next to the irritable werewolf. She was practically radiating a bad attitude; this was going beyond regular shifting time. Something else was up, but again, Kavik wasn't going to risk his throat by prying.

He set the steak container on the table and lightly tapped Mosi on the shoulder before stepping away and retreating to his favored position of the back corner, where he had the best vantage point. There was no use talking to her; he could hear the music coming from her headphones while standing up and a foot away. Kavik hypothesized that Mosi would ignore the offering for the time being, but maybe it would help her later. What was going on with her, anyway? It was very unlike her to have a random depression spiral, full moon or not. He shook his head; if she wanted to talk, she'd do so. Stay out of it, idiot.