Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (45% full).
It is currently 12:17 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 6 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.00 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Burrilo's back room of the bar where Brom bounces at has been roped off and curtain closed. The walls are painted a porn star purple with flashy lights mounted on the ceiling. There is a large table set up with a spread of appetizers, chicken, roast beef, and three kegs of the good stuff. There's a champagne bottle set up with Dillen and Freya's name on it, next to two glasses.

Dillen is brought to the back room of the bar and he stands right inside the room, almost afraid to move farther into the space. Then he sees the food and his eyes open with with the amount of it. "Holy shit." He says quietly before walking towards the table.

Kenneth hangs out nearby the food, though he looks like the most dour one in the whole room as usual. And as usual, it took a lot of convincing and a few stings to his pride to get him to be here. "Surprise," he says, completely deadpan.

Kevin isn't too far behind Kenneth in the dour stakes, the Ragabash not exactly being a party animal either. But he does make the effort to summon up a smile for Dillen. "Yeah, we're the strippers," he says deadpan, "that's the surprise."

Dillen blinks at this and shakes his head. "Great. Getting married tomorrow and the strippers are from my own pack. You know, that would figure that Brom would do that to me." Then he smiles. "Just glad you guys are here for some of this. Know it took a lot to get you here." As he picks up a plate and begin to heap food onto it. "Surprised the shit outta me when Brom said he'd do this... Right after he said he was gonna be my best man." Crunch into a chip.

Kenneth looks back at Kevin. "Dude, that's just going too far with that one," he comments before picking up a plastic red cup and drinking from it. "I'll be surprised if any of those women manage to stick around with the lot of us."

"Speak for yourself, mister rage-beaker," Kevin drawls. "All those lessons Michael's been giving me and I still barely register a ping on most folks' radar."

Dillen flops over in a chair. "Eh. Brom said he'd pick them well. They may just be able to get over it. Some people will do anything for money." Dillen shrugs and throws a meatball into the air to catch it in his mouth. "Can't help that I am nervous as shit about it all anyway."

Kenneth drowns himself in a drink - likely non alcoholic. "Maybe a few lessons from Snaekolfr will help that out," he suggests to Kevin, glancing around the club room. "And what're you so nervous about?" he asks to the Get. "You're just gettin' married."

Kevin is already clutching a soda, equally free of alcohol. "Snae's lessons are a bit extreme. More even than Michael's," he comments. "Yeah, Dillen, you're not some spider where the female eats the male after mating, are you? You look more nervous than that time we were back to back against the wind spirits."

"Getting married, being a father, becoming Brom's brother-in-law." Dillen almost gives a shiver at the thought. "Shit, I could face Snae. Hell, I could face Bloodpelt. That's fighting, I know how to do that. This... This is different. This is the human side. I know it's all gonna be cool, but can't help but have butterflies."

"Once Brom gets here, you're not gonna be worrying about that after a few beers," Kenneth assumes, picking out some of the appetizers. "Who's DJin' this party anyway?" He glances about for the music station.

Kevin, perhaps surprisingly, nods. "I know what you mean," he agrees with Dillen. "I freeze up something terrible round Aimee, sometimes. Whenever there's any talk of romance. It's such tragic irony."

Dillen shrugs and looks about, spying the speakers that are putting out the canned music. "Not a clue. I'd guess someone that works here. Stuff right now sounds canned enough." He looks at Kevin and grins. "You will find the right person someday."

"Xia isn't the type," Kenneth rumbles as his reply to the both of them, squinting slightly with the strains of music. "Who else is comin', y'think?"

Kevin cracks a wry smile at Dillen. "Who says Aimee isn't? She can whup anyone's ass at DDR but mine, and there aren't many chicks can say that." He shrugs at Kenneth's question. "Dunno who else Brom told. Don't suppose this is Michael's kind of joint, but it could be Nik's?"

"Brom and Nikolai cooked this up last night. Said they would be late. Don't know if they are plotting or what. "Dillen munches some more and then moves to the beer. "Anybody tried some of this?" As he picks up a cup and starts filling.

Kenneth smirks, finally. "Food's not poisoned, at least. Nikolai never struck me as the type to come up with a stag party."

"Brom's a better cook than you'd expect," Kevin suggests, taking a gulp of coke. "So who's this Xia, Kenneth? Don't tell me you're dating too? We shall have to have a double-date for all of us... a triple-date I guess that'd make it."

Dillen puffs up, "Yeah, I can bring my /wife/!" And with that he sips on the brew from the keg. "Whoa. It's even the good stuff." He drinks down the rest of what is in his cup and refills it. "Might as well get started. Want some?" He grabs another cup to fill.

Kenneth eyes back at Kevin. "Xia... Shadow Lord kin, and... no." Looking back to the keg, the halfmoon debates on the merits of taking up the offer of brew. He clears his throat and picks up his cup to drain it.

"No you're not dating her? Or no, you don't want her to meet clods like Dillen and me?" Kevin asks, a smile playing on his lips.

Dillen laughs and automatically begins to fill up cups for the other two. He brings them to his pack mates and then moves back to a chair. "I just want to know when someone is gonna show up that works here... Or are we totally on our own?"

Shooting another look back at the ragabash, Kenneth tightens his jaw. "I'll get back to you on that one," he answers after a moment of contemplating kneejerk responses. The Shadow Lord picks the offered drink out of the galliard's hand, finding a chair of his own to sit in. "Who knows what those two are planning."

Kevin eyes Kenneth, and seems to decide against venturing further down this line of questioning with his packmate on a night such as this. "Yeah," he agrees. "With Nik's money and Brom's flair for planning, they're gonna surely plan something wild for you, Dillen. Probably paid the staff extra to leave us alone so they don't have to see the naked crinos conga line, or whatever we end up doing."

Dillen raises a brow. "Okay. That's just porn in the making." He shakes his head as the thought rattles through it. He takes a sip of the brew and props his feet up on the table. "Also wonderin what Gunnar has planned for us tomorrow. He's known for not being quite... The norm."

Kenneth winces at the very thought of the imagery. "Gunnar? You got Gunnar to marry you two off?" That wince doesn't exactly disappear. "Freya's... met him, right?"
"I hope he remembers it," is Kevin's judgment. "Knowing Gunnar he'll turn up in two years and say "Wasn't I meant to marry you off today, young Fenrir?"

Dillen looks between the two and laughs. "I don't know if she has or not, I think so. Lord, I hope so." He takes a deep breath, "Nah, he knows to be there. Or I will hunt him down."

"Why'd you decide to do it now, anyway?" Kenneth looks down into his cup, the up to the galliard. "Not cause of the kid right?"

"Well, there will be a ceremony at the local courthouse soon, so that we are legal when our kid is born. Figured we'd do it up right around here for all our friends, though. Because hospitals and all are kinda weird about parents not being married. Plus, I love her."

Kevin makes a suction-pump noise with his lips playfully. "Dillen and Freya! Sitting in a tree!"

Dillen rolls his eyes and groans. "Dude. Good grief." He reaches over and punches Kevin in the shoulder. "Just know, after tomorrow, I get to go to a beautiful woman every night."

Kenneth eyes between his packmates, and shakes his head. "Yea, ok," he accepts placidly, seating himself. "Doesn't mean we're gonna be invaded by the White Oak Get are we?"

"I surely hope not." Dillen winces. "Brom got pissed that we weren't having a wedding there, but then he got over it and said we'd go ahead and do this one. Surprised me."

Kevin laughs. "I heard you and Freya hooked up when you went there when he married Rillie and punched out some ahroun who wanted to cut him out."

Kenneth adds in his own smirk. "Heard about that one. You had your hands full trying to save face after that one. Guess he's realized he can't control everything."

"Oh, we hooked up all right. She came to my bed the night of their wedding and hopped in to make Brom jealous." Dillen leans back in his chair, "Then a month and a half later a phone call that says we were having a kid. Then, Brom informed me that I was getting married." Dillen chuckles slightly, "Then she comes here, we meet for real and the rest is history." Then to respond to Kevin, "Told him that with the way he's been acting, I didn't think he wanted anything to do with the wedding. Now he does."

"Oh, well, you know Brom," Kevin drawls. "Our great alpha needs to have his hands on the controls at all times. Wouldn't do to let us lesser stars of the garou galaxy have any free will or show that we can do things without him, would it?"

Kenneth gazes sidelong at the Walker as he drinks down what's in his cup. "That's right. He's the alpha, and he's our leader. We /don't/ do things without him or his knowing 'cause it'd throw off the whole track. If you want to drive, then you get out there up front." The halfmoon stands again, a growl curling inside his throat.

Dillen raises a brow at the two. "Okay. Hold on. My night. He does what he thinks is right, even if it bugs the shit outta us."

Kevin just smiles sweetly at Kenneth. "Do you see me challenging him for alpha? No way, Jose. I'm just doing my job here, man. Reminding you that Brom doesn't pull our strings just 'cause he thinks it's good for Gaia." He shrugs and turns his smile onto Dillen. "Everyone's got their reasons for doing what they do. Don't lose track of them. Bad thing to lose track of."

Quick to flare, and just as quick to die off back to embers, the Shadow Lord's temper subsides back to its simmering ebb. "He knows what he's doing," the philodox mutters, driving off the beast with a downing of the rest of his drink.

[The rest of the party goes on, though without Ken, who opts to not be a part of the ultimate masculinity that is a stag party.]