Hedges Station | PG-13 | Open! :D

[Lily Adler]

[[No worries! I ended up being gone most of the day anyways.]]

Lily sharply retracted her hand at the growl in his voice, brow arcing as her gaze flickered up to his face again. She gave him a look for a moment, though it quickly melted into the snarky grin that she usually wore. After clearing her throat and folding her arms across her chest, her painted lips parted to once again make way for her terribly annoying voice.

"Easy, fella, alright. Ain't that good a bike, anyways." Her bristled state seemed to dissolve a bit as she got back into the flow of conversation, "So where're you two from? Can smell the city on ya, but it ain't this one." She began to giggle, but caught herself mid breath, "Oh yeah, I'm Lily. Got his name, but who're you?"

Her gaze flicked over to Valerie at the question, though she seemed considerably less interested.

[Valerie Bianchi]

( Bear shoved me forward first, so... XD )

Valerie inclined her head, a touch of smugness creeping into her expression. Look at that, the way her face flickered between stages. This should be fun.

"Valerie Bianchi," she said, her voice half purr and half swagger. This wasn't Jersey anymore, but she was having trouble remembering that. "We jes' came 'n from Joisey." Val kept her eyes locked firmly on Lily, one of her brows arched. If there was one thing she was not fond of, it was new people. Especially new people flirting with Baril. It wasn't that she had some interest in him - heavens, no, she was engaged, or had been - but that was hers. Another one of those dumb werewolf things, she supposed.

[Baril Norwood]

It is too a good bike, Baril silently consoled himself as he frowned. He probably wouldn't forgive her for the bike comment for a while, but making enemies in unfamiliar territory made him even more uncomfortable. "Pas de chance avec le loup jolie." He grumbled to himself in bad French.

He glanced around the station, clawing for something else to talk about while resisting the urge to shift. He'd never been very socially graceful.

"Ya live 'round heah?" His accent might have been southern, but it was impossible to be around the Jersey that was Valerie without picking up some of it himself.