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[h3][color=ed1c24]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]
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Jonas obliged, simply relieved that he wasn't security detail for this one. Reclining as much as he could in the driver's seat, the bruiser indulged himself in a sip of his meager pregame— just the beer he'd cracked open on the way once they'd set everything up. He wouldn't be surprised if it ended up being the only one of the night. There was nothing wrong with the stuff, of course. But him not being the biggest drinker in the world was probably an old habit of the days when he was the bouncer-in-chief.

Couldn't have the guy keeping the peace removed from his inhibitions.

Speaking of.

He rapped his knuckles on the roof of the cabin, well aware of the exact force necessary for it to clearly carry over the vibrations of the subs that pounded against his whole frame from the bed. Danaye probably felt the distinctly off-beat vibration through the soles of her feet, in which case...

He rolled down the window and leaned his head outside, grabbing her attention.

[color=ed1c24]"Stay frosty, okay?"[/color]

Given that the speakers were behind them and pointed away, he didn't need to be quite as loud as he normally did. Not for a bit of unnecessary brotherly advice. Satisfied with his message, he returned to his previous lounging and took another sip of the mostly-empty bottle. Dana would be fine. She had a better control of her temper than most of their kin, anyway. He could just [i]sit down[/i] again for a few minutes and let her and Rhea handle things tonight...

[color=ed1c24][i]Sheesh, I feel like a fucking boomer. Leave it all to the kids and recline in my makeshift lawnchair.[/i][/color]

One step from bombing every lib that had gathered here and taking their oil, no doubt.

[color=ed1c24][i]Here's to you, Captain.[/i][/color]

He downed what was left and smirked, fondly remembering his summer job, and took another second to take stock of the situation. The most aggression present right now was between Dallas and Damien, general polar opposites, but he new his friend could keep a handle on the situation unless he wanted otherwise. Once the nerves that had been thoroughly frayed by their thread-the-eye-of-the-needle setup, with every evasion of authority that necessitated, had calmed?

He wasn't worried about 'em. As for the rest:

Dana could handle physical altercation every bit as well as he could. The girl had a very take-no-prisoners attitude, but even she could scarcely call what happened at a party like this much of a "fight" once she'd gotten involved. Someone bred for combat could quickly put any number of inebriated belligerents back in their place in no time. She'd be meaner than him, and probably less lenient on certain offenses, but he could name a lot worse replacements than his sister.

Rhea was in many ways a distinct counterpart. She was much smaller in stature and far gentler by nature, but a year's worth of teaching had shown him well enough that she could take care of herself in a scrap. Rhea knew enough fighting technique to have a leg up on a good eighty-five percent of the planet, and considering that they were on the waterfront, that threshold effectively increased to the ninety-ninth percentile. Girl could be a monster if she really wanted to, but with luck she'd need to do no more than retrieve people from ill-advised excursions into the drink. In any case, a daughter of Poseidon by the waterfront was nothing to trifle with.

Even through the harrowing buildup, Dal had made a smart move.

He could sit here a while longer...

[color=ed1c24][i]lazy fuckface[/i][/color]

Oooor he could stretch his legs again. He'd done a lot of sitting down and driving today. It'd be nice to take a walk. Not a dash, just a walk.

Highwind soon exited his truck.

He hoped nobody was hungry. Normally he whipped up at least a nice, loaded nacho platter or dip for a bash, but the teachers getting on their asses meant that they had their hands full just ensuring they had the essentials ready to go. No time for groceries.

No bouncing, no cooking, what was a large man to do besides meander and make polite conversation?