HHBW Exert

They walked silently from completely deserted halls to the kitchen. Occasionally Andria would hear the sound of a door, or a soft voice along with she and Caleb's footsteps; but other than that a pin dropping could've been heard in the maze of stone corridors. When they finally did arrived to the kitchen they found it warm and still carrying the light scents dinner had left behind.
Andria moved to sit at the island as Caleb walked around to the stove. He took a large roasting pan out of the oven and placed it in front of Andria before grabbing a pot off the top of the stove and two forks from a drawer. Sitting beside Andria he took the lids off both the leftover roast and rice and handed Andria one of the forks.
"So, what are we doing?" Damian asked as he walked into the kitchen. He reached over and grabbed a chunk of the roast with his fingers and Caleb motioned to the food.
"Well I thought it was kind of obvious," he said as he picked up a bit of roast on his fork. Damian raised an eyebrow and grumbled through his mouth full of meat.
"Smart-ass."
"Actually Caleb was just telling me all the delightful excursions he's had over the years," Andria interjected between bites.
"Oh Gods, not that ancient history," Benjamin said as came up from behind her. "Please tell me he didn't tell you about the time our stagecoach was hijacked by Jesse James did he?"
"No, you're stagecoach was hijacked by Jesse James?" Andria asked.
"And his gang, yes," Caleb sighed and filled his fork with rice.
"But your werewolves," Andria said then turned to look at Damian. "You can't be killed by regular bullets right?"
"Nope," Damian answered.
"So then why didn't you guys-"
"We were incapacitated at the moment," Benjamin grumbled out.
"You were-" Andria started when Bryse cut in.
"Drunk. They were drunk. That's why James was able to get a leg up on them," Bryse said as she came sailing into the room. "Do we have any ice cream?"
"You were drunk?" Andria asked the group. The males grumbled as Bryse open the freezer and looked in.
"Off their asses," Byrse called out. She turned around and shut the door, pint of Moose Tracks in hand. "That was when Hunter was still running with these three. The four of them decided to have some fun and managed to drink the local saloon dry in one night. Problem was they didn't know James was in the area when they decided to head out the next morning. His gang got control of the stagecoach, stole their horses and made off with about a total quarter-million in money and possessions as well. I don't think Father ever quite forgave them for that one."
"Ooh," Andria said as she looked back at Caleb. He only shook his head, already looking down, and picked at some rice.
"No, he hasn't," Ben spoke up, "Every time I have to wash the cars he says it's for 'Your portion of the James' debt'."
"Obviously not one of our finer moments," Damian said as he reached across and grabbed another chunk of roast. Everyone became silent for a few minutes and enjoyed their food. Andria nodded and looked up at Damian.
"Well it could have been worse," She said. The males looked at her like she'd grown another pair of ears and she shrugged. "He could've taken your clothes and your anal virginity."
Benjamin choked on his drink, Bryse did a horrible job at disguising a chuckle and Caleb actually did laugh. Damian crossed his arms and glared at her.
"You know you're as bad as him?" He asked and motioned to Caleb. Andria only smiled and shot him a mental message.
"Oh, I know. But you also know I'm right."



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