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[b]Los Paraisos: The Flying Albatross[/b]
[i]“Oh my gods it’s Thunderjerk!!!”[/i]

"WHAT?!" Moira nearly screamed, casting her gaze around. Where? Where?!

A particularly displeased look crossed Syed's face, despite his best efforts to look at least neutral. Oh yeah, there he was. Sat with the two women. Well, this was Thunderhawk. He couldn't be here for pleasure, surely? His usual outfit certainly implied it was work-related, but with the women dressed as they were it was hard to tell for sure.

Oh well, Thunderhawk was a collegue he supposed, and it wouldn't be good to set a bad first impression to the other two. May as well at least try and be proffessional about it-

"Oh, so here you are!" Moira exclaimed upon the sight of who Lisette was talking to, before striding towards Thunderhawk aggressively. Syed as always was forced to follow her as he felt a sharp pull in his chest, glancing back towards the others with worry as he raised his hands. Oh noooo if she got them into trouble! "Looks like you've been having fun since you fuckin' [i]abandoned us without a word[/i]."

Coming to a stop just before him, her glare bored into his eyes, her fists clenched at her sides. Lisette looked a little startled by how [i]angry[/i] she was. Ooooh, she wanted to deck him. She wanted to deck him so badly! He was a lot of fun to go out and hit the town with, an expert at all things alcohol related to the most astonishing degree. To leave them without even telling them he was doing so, it was...

...Pretty much the same thing Estelle did. Well, kinda. Estelle did it because she was scared, but she had no idea with Thunderhawk. He wasn't the most popular member of the group sure, but to leave without a word? It was cowardly. At least Estelle apologised for that. But to hit Thunderhawk for the same thing she forgave Estelle for, risking getting them thrown out of the restaurant in the process?

"Gods damnit," she muttered, dropping her arms to her sides. What was this group even doing to her? Couple of months back and she would be in the middle of a brawl right now.

She turned to the bar and sat on a stool instead, holding her head in her hands. "Get me the strongest thing you got," she mumbled to the man staffing the bar. "Before I hit somethin'."

Syed was left staring wide eyed, his hands still slightly raised before him. Oh uh... huh. Slowly, he lowered his guard.

Then he turned his attention fully to the two women. Dylan had gotten there first, thankfully. "Good to meet you," he added with an awkward wave.