Under the Influence

[Nara McKenna]

"Under The Influence"

I was sure, I was born and raised to be my own man
I was so sure; I was never going to need a helping hand
And she said, trust in your heart and there's no need to understand
Well just when I thought I had it planned out

Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you

I was driving too close to the edge and living dangerously
I felt strange a warm sensation rising up inside of me
Oh like a tidal wave came from nowhere swept me off my feet

Oh but somehow making me complete now

Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you

Once you've had a taste of it there's no going back
Once you've had a taste of it there's no going back
Once you've had a taste of it there's no going back
Once you've had a taste of it there's no going back

Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you
Whatever I do I'm under the influence of you*

Detroit had almost turned into a powder keg thanks to a misunderstanding on Wolf Bane's part, but once nerves were settled and explanations were handed out, the violence didn't escalate further. Unfortunately, they were short on time to go into too many details because of what was happening back home.

Fiona was gone and Michele was being manipulated by a very powerful, and ancient, Immortal. They canceled the show at the Labyrinth and headed back home within the hour. It had taken five to enter the city limits.

The first part of the plan was to speak to Brigid's mentor, Nikoleta. Given that she was the second oldest Immortal in the city, she would be instrumental in saving Michele in case a fight broke out.

At Brigid's request, the Band waited downstairs in the lobby and she took Nara into the elevator. The Garou fussed at her hair and straightened her clothes repeatedly as they ascended to the penthouse.

*by James Morrison

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid smirked, trying not to chuckle at the preening ::

[Nara McKenna]

Nara scratched at her temple, trying to act cool and not nervous as all hell. Meeting an Immortal older then Brigid and Fiona was bad enough, but she was meeting the woman who Brigid called 'Mom'. And this was the first time she was ever taken home to meet anyone's parents.

Before Brigid, the Fury had no long term relationships to speak of before or after her first change. They were usually one night stands, or only some companionship that lasted for what little time she had been in town before moving on to the next gig in the next city.

"I look ok?" She finally ask while picking lint out of her army green t-shirt.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: She held Nara's face, gripping her ears playfully as she leaned close ::

"You're beautiful."

:: It was rare for Brigid to be so girlish, but the look in her eyes was clear to Nara. The Immortal was madly in love with her ::

[Nara McKenna]

A wide toothy grin spread across the Fury's face, but it quickly vanished once the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She cleared her throat and fell in line behind Brigid so she could fix her hair one last time.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid paused at the door for a moment as she felt the buzz. Sometimes it could be more intense when it emanated from older Immortals. Then she rang the doorbell ::

[Rod Stafford]

A moment passed, there were murmurs and a soft ringing laughter, then the door opened. Rod appeared before the women with the remnants of a grin clinging happily to his face, his eyes were soft, and his hair unkempt where treacherous dark locks had sprouted during the course of a busy day. He wore his work clothes with disregard; a white shirt, the sleeves callously rolled to the elbow, hung untucked and creased over a pair of slack charcoal trousers which, due to his lack of appropriate footwear, crumpled upon the hardwood floor but not enough to hide a pair of bold Union Jack socks. He regarded the women, the warm light from inside splashed against their skin and the rich smell of simmering tomato spilled into the hall, his eyes fell on the woman in army green and they filled with curiosity.

"I know you!"

[Nara McKenna]

Brown eyes grew wide with recognition. "Rod!"

A pleasant smile fell against her features in seeing the Mage once again. She was genuinely happy to see him well since their ordeal with the Black Spiral Dancers months prior. In fact, she was so happy to see him she didn't bother asking why the strange coincidence of them both being here to meet the Ancient Immortal. "You look ragged, but good," she said, teasingly.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid looked back and forth between the two. She wondered how they knew eachother, and wondered even more what he was doing here ::

[Rod Stafford]

"Well, so do you," he said brightly, then quickly added: "Without the ragged bit, though."

He smiled, feeling a little sheepish. His eyes narrowed in thought for the briefest of moments while he gauged the woman then he snapped his fingers.

"Nara, isn't it? Good to see you again."

He extended his hand, and although his tone was jovial, in his gaze burned a secret knowing and inexpressible gratitude.

[Nara McKenna]

Nara clasped his hand and placed her free one over their grip. She barely nodded, but her eyes shone with understanding and thanks of her own. "I'm glad you're ok. Brigid?"

The Fury turned toward her lover with a sad smile. "Don't worry. He's ok. This is Rod. A friend of Fiona's ..."

She trailed off, not having the heart to explain what happened to her just yet.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid forced a socialable wave as she peeked over Rod's shoulder impatiently ::

[Rod Stafford]

The eagerness was etched into Brigid's face and her smile made her look anxious. When Rod caught her glancing over his shoulder, he realised a werewolf wouldn't happen upon the home of an immortal by chance. His eyes remained fixed upon the women but his senses rushed over them like magical river rapids. He thought about Nikoleta watching over the pasta in the kitchen and the blade concealed by Nara's friend. His hands plunged deep into his pockets.

"So... are you here to see Nikki?"

[Brigid Cassidy]

"Yeah."

:: She stepped back and leaned against the wall in the hallway. ::

[Nara McKenna]

The Garou nodded and gave an apologetic smile as Brigid entered without an invitation. "It's kinda urgent.

[Rod Stafford]

"Oi! This isn't a free house, love!" he barked, and pursued the intruder.

"Nikki! You have visitors!"

His voice carried across the apartment and at the same time, a chair toppled over at Brigid's feet.

[Brigid Cassidy]

:: Brigid gave him an odd stare as she canted her head to one side and took a seat. The guy was strange, but it was obvious why Mom kept him around. Rod was hot ::

[Nara McKenna]

The Garou stifled a chuckle as she entered the apartment in good manners. Of course, that was short lived. Her face contorted into a shallow scowl when she noticed Brigid's eyes had turned appreciative towards Rod, but due to the urgency of this meeting, Nara growled her insecurities away and sat down next to her lover on the couch.

[Nikoleta]

Nikoleta wasted little time in greeting her visitors. She already knew one of them was an Immortal by the familiar buzz at the back of her head. Full of good cheer, she entered the living room and smiled warmly seeing that it was Brigid and the girl who had to be Nara.

"This is a delightful surprise!" The Immortal had finished wiping off her now clean hands and flung the kitchen towel over her shoulder. The sleeveless neck top she wore was white, but it looked as if Nikoleta had a fight with one too many tomatoes for the pasta sauce.

"I would have made more if I knew you two were coming."

[Rod Stafford]

Rod's arms unfolded and his shoulders dipped, at the sight of Nikoleta's smiling face he allowed the tension to unravel from his body and retrieved the glass of bourbon from the mantlepiece. He drank and watched the women exchange greetings from over the rim of his glass.