"Mostly it's related in that he's dead now," she says. "Not from the meth lab, he survived that. He was murdered. But the meth lab story is funnier."
She lifts her chin from her hands and folds her arms on the table, leaning forward a bit.
"So my buddy, Bares -- it's a nickname, long story, not relevant -- Bares was on a run through the woods on his own one day and he came across this nasty, smelly shack. It was pretty obvious what it was from his description after the fact, but he didn't recognize it as anything but a nasty eyesore; and he was already in a bad mood, so he decided to wreck the place."
She's fudging a lot of details: Bares-His-Fangs had been born a wolf, which is why he hadn't been able to recognize what the lab was; and he'd been of the opinion that any human things in the woods needed to get wrecked to keep the humans from further encroaching on potential wolf territory. But she's not looking to get into Garou sociopolitical stuff, just bond with Miguel a little.
"Anyway, he goes barreling in without a second thought and sets about making a mess and breaking things. Naturally, it explodes and sends him flying into the trees. He came limping back an hour later, singed and smelling absolutely disgusting, and I teased him for an hour while I helped him get patched up."
She reaches up and presses her fingertips to the edges of her eyes so that the dampness there doesn't build up and run the risk of streaking her makeup.
"Anyway, I promised-slash-threatened him that I was going to tell that story to everyone, so here we are. If you're gonna pick a fight with a meth lab, don't do it with your face."
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She lifts her chin from her hands and folds her arms on the table, leaning forward a bit.
"So my buddy, Bares -- it's a nickname, long story, not relevant -- Bares was on a run through the woods on his own one day and he came across this nasty, smelly shack. It was pretty obvious what it was from his description after the fact, but he didn't recognize it as anything but a nasty eyesore; and he was already in a bad mood, so he decided to wreck the place."
She's fudging a lot of details: Bares-His-Fangs had been born a wolf, which is why he hadn't been able to recognize what the lab was; and he'd been of the opinion that any human things in the woods needed to get wrecked to keep the humans from further encroaching on potential wolf territory. But she's not looking to get into Garou sociopolitical stuff, just bond with Miguel a little.
"Anyway, he goes barreling in without a second thought and sets about making a mess and breaking things. Naturally, it explodes and sends him flying into the trees. He came limping back an hour later, singed and smelling absolutely disgusting, and I teased him for an hour while I helped him get patched up."
She reaches up and presses her fingertips to the edges of her eyes so that the dampness there doesn't build up and run the risk of streaking her makeup.
"Anyway, I promised-slash-threatened him that I was going to tell that story to everyone, so here we are. If you're gonna pick a fight with a meth lab, don't do it with your face."