While Fluffy had wanted to be there for Nicci and show support, she could only stand so much of her pack full of insufferable old farts before she went nuts and tried to kill one of them. Not to mention, after their epic blowout things were awkward and appropriately fucked up, therefore Fluffy did not want to be that close to her best friend at the moment. As soon as neither of them felt like murdering each other she had eventually slipped away with a picnic blanket and a twelve-pack of beer, sitting down at the school site just out of Nicci's sight. That way she'd be right there if Nicci needed her, but not smack in the middle of the fuckery that was pack politics and the awkward state they'd left things in. Honestly, how the fuck had she even fallen in love - or whatever the fuck it was - with a werewolf in the first place?
Not long after - six beers later, in fact - Fluffy had felt extremely bored and had eventually given in and texted Langston whom she could probably count on to cheer her up even if the world was actually ending. It didn't take long for her to hear his cheerful voice and look up to find his toothpaste-commercial-worthy grin directed at her. "I'm fine, sit down." She assured him, scooting to the left. A giggle escaped her at his kiss and she relaxed, chugging the rest of her current beer. "I know we can, I'm just wondering if the cops would find it funny, is all." Fucking cops. At Langston's teasing Fluffy chuckled. "Marginally, but I'm getting there." She looked at him. "Same old. No news, no nothing. You?"