Nic and Rylee
After sitting downstairs with werewolf Carson for a while, Rylee felt that all too familiar stressy urge for nicotine creep up on her. She had quit a while ago and had been doing really well, but right now the two cigarettes she kept in her purse just in case began to call to her. She knew she shouldn’t, but she kept imagining Carson’s body shifting and ripping apart and it was becoming harder and harder to sit still. Eventually she grabbed her purse and headed upstairs, her hands shaking a little as she stepped out back to light one of the cigarettes. She didn’t venture into the yard, well aware that Sadie Gaines had died taking her trash out. Rylee didn’t think Carson would like hearing that Rylee had been outside at all tonight, but she didn’t want to smoke in Lem and Vex’s house. They were already doing so much for them tonight.
With the cigarette lit, Rylee sat down and wrapped her arm around her knees when she drew them up. She had forgotten her coat, but whatever, it was too late to go back inside now. The sound of the door behind her had her looking up and she smiled a little when she saw Nic joining her. “Hey,” she said, scooting over so he had to room to sit if he wanted to. “How’re you feeling?”
Things seemed to be going according to plan now that Carson had been knocked out and all they had to do was wait for dawn. There had been a few seconds of panic on Nic’s part, when he’d suddenly had a werewolf in his brain, wild and raging. Nic had thought he was going to lose his mind, but the it had gone quiet as soon as the tranquilizers took effect. And thank the gods for that. He couldn’t have handled that all night. Now all they had to do was wait till morning.
When Rylee stepped outside, Nic followed after her, unwilling to let her sit alone, outside, on the night of the full moon. Even if the only werewolf left in Point Pleasant was caged in the basement, it just didn’t seem like a good idea. Besides, he could use a smoke himself. Taking a seat beside her, he reached into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. “I’m okay,” he said, assuming she was asking about his little incident when Carson shifted. “Couldn’t ‘ve handled that all night, but a few seconds won’t kill me.”
"It looked like a pretty bad headache," Rylee said. "I'm glad it didn't last very long." She wasn't sure what had triggered it, but she supposed some people were just prone to things like that. Rylee brought her cigarette back up to her lips and smiled a bit faintly as she studied him out of the corner of her eye. "Lem seems pretty cool. You've definitely got a pair of eccentric neighbors now." The same could probably be said about Nic and Zania, though Nic had always been fairly normal to Rylee. Zania was... well, Zania.
While it hadn’t exactly been a normal headache, Nic wasn’t sure he should tell Rylee about the weird telepathic link he had with Carson if Carson hadn’t already done so. He didn’t want to give her something else to worry about and he and Carson hadn’t even had a chance to really discuss it in detail. He knew they should though, and they should probably let the others know as well. “Yeah, I like her,” Nic smiled as he lit his cigarette and glanced over at Rylee, wondering how much she’d picked up on. “We weren’t thrilled to see someone new move in, but they fit in around here.”
Ludlow was definitely known for it's...quirkiness? Creepiness? She didn't find Nic or Zania creepy, but the street itself had a reputation and the Zinneman house wasn't too far away. Rylee shivered at the thought of that place and wished they would just tear it down already. "She told me you two were fucking," Rylee said bluntly before grinning at Nic. "That she saved you from getting hit by a car?" It was much easier to talk to Nic about this stuff and distract herself from the werewolf currently knocked out inside the house.