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Thunderhawk rolled his head back, leaning forward and supporting his chin on his palm as he absentmindedly stared at the rack of wine bottles propped behind the counter. He stifled a laugh at her comments in trying to find a mate, not wanting to press the matter any further – his hopes of embarrassing her reflected rather effortlessly. From this point on, the rest of her speech turned incoherent and into a long, winding drone. Her comments earlier about him having a scowl only served to augment it, and so it was he was quickly losing patience. Aria had only been with him a few minutes so far and he had quickly decided that was a few minutes too many. By the gods, why had Tiberius sent him here? And to work with her? He hadn’t really been a good man of late, but he was sure he didn’t deserve this level of punishment.

[i]"So, what time were we supposed to be meeting here again? Also, I think Xan knows someone who's coming from the group. I heard you were.... acquaintances with them as well?"[/i]

Thunderhawk was suddenly shaken out of his reverie and snapped back to reality once the woman’s latest words were uttered. He blinked quickly, turning to look at her with confusion. Acquaintances? Whilst Tiberius had apparently sent his two partners details about the Guilders they were meeting, Thunderhawk had not been granted the same luxury. He could only assume the worst. He had worked with many Guilders throughout his career so far, and he could count the number of them he would readily want to work with again on just the one hand. This… this might be bad. This could be-

And then Xandra suddenly appeared from out of nowhere and scared the crap out of Thunderhawk. She calmly walked past him, taking the seat on the other side of Aria after calmly greeting them. 

[i]"Good evening, leader and Ari. According to the schedule, they should be here soon, huh?"[/i]

“Y-y-yeah,” Thunderhawk replied, quickly diverting his attention away from the young girl and focusing once more on the empty glass held in front of him – the ice having all now been completely melted. He closed his eyes tightly and started probing his mind, thinking who on Ddaear it could be that they would be working with. His mind shifting through the numerous possible candidates, deliberating what the worse case scenario might be. For Aria and Xandra, they could only see that infamous scowl of the Ranger’s return again. 

Who could it be? Don’t say it was Belladonna. That demonic woman would skin him alive if they were to ever meet again. He couldn’t exactly blame her considering what had happened, but he very much preferred his skin intact. 

And by the gods he hoped it wasn’t Mary Lou. The one time he came close to being married was by an eight foot, muscle-bound giantess who looked more bearig then human. On the other hand, he had to admit looking back he found her outgoing, lively personality somewhat of a turn-on… but again, too much physical pain would no doubt follow. Gods, his chances were getting worse and worse by the minute. How and why did he manage to do such a spectacular job of pissing off so many people?

And then the door clinked open, and a series of footsteps marked the entrance of a number of people. A very large number of people. Thunderhawk started to turn, to discover just who he had been set up to work with… and then his body stopped and his heart ceased beating. A voice shrieked, echoing throughout the entire restaurant. 

It was much, much worse then he could ever have possibly imagined. 

[b]“Oh my gods it’s Thunderjerk!!!”[/b] 

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Estelle screamed and pointed straight at him from the entrance of the restaurant, the other members of the Pride following behind her. 

His hand started to shake again.