(( That's right, I stole your post title, what ya gunna do now Tetty ;) ))


"Tetra...do not....drop me!"

Getting in to Syn had proven to be far easier than getting out, dark eyes drawn back towards the bathroom door of the club, seeking to assure himself no one was following before the gangly young man proceeded to use his companion as a tree, very near standing atop his shoulders, Tetra's added height allowing his fingers to finally catch the ledge of the small, high bathroom window, lithe, slender frame pulled through the near non-existent gap. For all his creativity however, the younger man has failed to negotiate what may be on the other side, hands fumbling into darkness before a started yelp and resounding crash assures he has found the floor of the alleyway. For a moment he simply remains dazed, irritated muttering spilled from his lips before he pulls himself to his bare feet once more, dark hair tumbling back into his eyes as he moves to scramble back up the wall, leaning back down inside to grip his companions forearms and very near haul Tetra out of the same small window and into the alleyway below. It has been years since Tobias has been given to drag Tetra out in the middle of the night, not since they had been mere children, and yet the relentless lights and music of the club assure him the other man had hardly been sleeping, the vampire woman's distraction seized upon in these moments, a mere moment being all the cunning leopard requires to melt back into the darkness of the night he adores content it would seem- to drag Tetra with him. He loathes being away from his Leader, becomes only irritable and obsessive whenever he is given to stray from sight and tonight it would seem, the younger boy has refused entirely to be removed from him.

"Come on....we have to....go."

Where they are going is evidently information Tetradore does not require, Tobias assured the man will not argue this momentary freedom as the shaggy-haired deviants form is given to shift and change, human form replaced in mere moments by its feline counterpart as the gold and dark spotted creature moves to lope instantly forward, pausing to turn back towards his Leader, assuring himself the other man is following as his pace only quickens. It is easier, faster and more silent to travel in this skin, the boys steps wide and large as he slips amongst the shadows, his own golden pelt unable to blend so very well as his companions though indeed he remains so well concealed, so many years spent upon such streets allowing an intimate knowledge of such things, wild instincts so entirely intact as ears flick and twist, listening to every noise, ever alert- though his love for the night and darkness is evident in every stride as they move further and further away from the irritating thrum of the nightclub. His own speed decreases slightly as he leads his partner to the warehouse district, his own personal territory (and indeed Tetra's be default), his own scent powerful here, very near the entire district held beneath the deviants command, more then one warehouse owner forced to pay the male whatever rent he should demand and indeed, more then one hurriedly determined to slip away at the presence of the Leopard as he passes by, shifting to lope beside Tetra now, happiest in this position, assured it is his place in life as he heads towards the docks.

I want to...show you...something.

The words are sent silently now, to the other man alone, so easily finding the mind of his favoured companion as he slows to a walk, striding out atop the boardwalk now, though assured he touches nothing wet, disdain for anytime even remotely moist, let alone wet, seeing the big cat linger in the very centre as he heads towards an overly large and seemingly empty container ship, the oceanic monster little more than a tired, worn and permanently docked monument to what it had once been. The leopard however, is content to lead his companion towards it, sliding around the hulking metal and towards an obscured side entrance, a rather large man leaning against it, acting as a bouncer of sorts, the paint above him proudly announcing this ship to be the rather ridiculously named Noah's Ark. For a moment the rather muscular man is given to eye the pair, shifting to lean casually now across the entrance, a subtle way of blocking the door, one eye merely raising as Tobias shifts back to his human form, gesturing for Tetra to do the same- before recognition seems to dawn on the bouncer, his accent thick and decidedly Spanish.

Gato! Who is your friend?

For a moment Tobi is content to allow the barest hint of a smile to touch his features, dark eyes flicking back towards Tetra now.

"Tetra...he is....Leader."

For a moment the Spanish bouncer seems content to eye the emerald eyed man, head tilting ever so slightly before he grins, shifting away from the entrance to offer the pair access into the darkness beyond before gesturing to Tet once more.

I'll write you down as Sombra, we don't use names here. Gato, if he drools on anyone, your paying.

That the bouncer held some talent for recognising the abilities of others was evidently clear in this moment, Tobias scowling slightly, unable to fully understand this use of alternate names before stepping onto the gangplank and into the towering hull of the ship, the space within warm and well-lit. A club, evidently and yet so far removed from Syn it is almost laughable, the space within enormous and occupied entirely by Were's in every shape and form, giving the clubs name its evident meaning, though indeed such a thing is lost on Tobias entirely. He simply likes the energy, the activity, likes being with his own kind as he heads readily towards a stack of tables and chairs, kicking one chair out for Tetra before he proceeds to seat himself opposite the other man. He allows a few moments for his companion to take in the atmosphere, the tables they sit at merely one end of the enormous ship, the other end taken up completely with a series of rings, small crowds gathered around each one as a variety of Were's in animal form seem to take to them, teeth and claw ringing against horn and hoof in what is evidently some kind of fight, the large screen at the end displaying a leader board.

"If you....hold down....the other one....long enough...you win and....move up."

It is all he is capable of offering as an explanation, Tetradore surely capable of filling in the blanks, the far end of the container ship a Fight Club of sorts, one that evidently does not permit killing, merely domination to move up the ladder, the opponents evidently becoming more difficult the higher you rise, the rapidly healing of the Were race allowing quite a bit of slashing and biting of opponents. A game of sorts, one Tobias delights in. For a moment however, the boy is readily distracted by the plates deposited before them each man presented with a rather sizeable steak and chips, a piece of cookies and cream cheesecake placed alongside for desert, the meal apparently free as the waitress wanders off to greet another table, what appears to be the movie Die Hard playing on the TV above the bar, this section of the club attracting rather a number of dating couples, Tobias evidently oblivious all the same, far more absorbed with attempting to fit as much steak into his mouth as possible. It has been years since he has been alone with Tetra, had his friend just to himself, the way it should be and as such his is seemingly determined to offer him all the things he liked as a child, attempting, by some regard, to make up for sixteen missing years before he gestures to the rings again.

"Do you want to.....be my...partner? If we win all....the fights....we win a...prize. Can Tetra still...fight? Or has the Kitty-pet...forgotten how?"

He teases now, white teeth flashed towards him, dark eyes held against his own, daring him to take up this offer. After they finish there steak and cake and watching the best parts of Die Hard- of course.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push