Exton

Ike hangs up the phone. Sharing a glance with Monty, she pulls out the notebook the sits under the counter. Without moving from the stove, he floats a small bowl from his prep table to his side. He sprinkles the spice mix into the pan. Stirring, Monty turns his attention back to his lover.

"The band not coming?"

Ike stifles a moan, not sure if in frustration or because the Marmurr still spoke with a strong spanish accent.

"No... And none of the regulars are available either. Tori has a list of bands in this notebook, but I have called almost everyone. Stoney is going to see if Alise is willing to come to town tonight. But, it is only two nights since the ghoul attacked, and Tomas just woke up."

Monty puts aside his spoon and adds pepper slices to the pan. Lid in place he turns and leans against the counter as Ike shakes her head over the list. Moving up behind her, Monty slides his arms around her waist. He nips lightly at her neck until she turns her head to give him access and softly moans. Ike rolls her hips against him, but moves away. "Montegue, I am trying to THINK."

He laughs and turns back to his cooking. "I was thinking. About hos good you would look stretched out on the counter, legs drawn up so I.."

The notebook clunks him in the back of the head.

Ob saunters into the kitchen and plucks the knifeblock out of her reach. Monty raises a brow at the gargoyle. "Ah mi amigo... she was thinking of throwing them at you."

Monty laughs. "Thinking is not doing. Besides, I knew."

The siblings stare at him. "i can feel her intentions." He shrugs. "So what are we doing about the lack of band tonight?"

Ob recovers before Ike. "What about an open forum?" he turns to Ike. "Do you know where the extra instruments are? We can set up my spare kit, supply some strings, make a few calls to regulars who like to sit in..."

Ob grins and bends to pick up the notebook. He tosses it to Ike who barely catches it. "Wake up sis. I'll talk to Pan about it, but I don't think she'll have a problem with a jam session night."

He walks away, gaze turning inward. Ike can feel him touching Tori's thoughts, already working out a game plan.