Owner	Pose
Kit Killovarras	What could be better while on the mend, than a night out with friends? And with the hour being fairly late, some of the best places Kit personally knows of are usually still open, so it's off towards central park! More specifically, a string of food vendors that typically open up towards the middle of the day and stay open fairly late into the night, one in particular being a food truck that frequents the area. "These guys make excellent Shawarma," Kit says with a smile as he walks. Strangely enough, he's not wearing his hoodie tonight, but rather just his simple tan tunic and darker brown pants, apparently he's been trying something a bit recently and has started NOT hiding as much. "Though, they do have stuff from all over really, sort of a 'little bit of everything' type deal." He seems to be doing fairly well so far, despite the fact that he's visibly a little jumpier than usual, but Rome wasn't built in a day.
Shannon	"Shawarma?!?!" Shannon almost immediately perks up. "You have NO fucking idea how many times I've tried to get to this one little hole-in-the-wall place in the city just to get a hold of some because I've never tried it. And EVERY SINGLE TIME, something goes wrong. The last time, I ALMOST got the stuff home to eat it, but wound up having to help Hawkeye off the roof of his apartment building. Now that was messy." The thought that she might, MIGHT actually finally be able to partake of the coveted edible treat had her flaring her wings out behind her. Or at least trying to. Her left wing? Sure. Her right one?      "Owwwwwww...."
Jax	Normally, a trip to Central Park would require traveling in grand style. Or, as Jax always insists, by Jeep. But the blood is still being cleaned off the white leather, and his favorite car is thus in the shop. Eh, it was due a check up anyway. So, since he's not traveling flamboyantly in his own transportation, it meant traveling flamboyantly in other transportation. The key word here being flamboyant.     White tanktop, check. White denim short-sleeved jacket, check. White slacks, check. White custom-made Puma's? Check. Discreet white bandage around his healing right hand? Well, check that too. But honestly, who wears white in Manhattan near midnight? It's like he wants muggers to have a go at him.     Does he?!     At any rate, he's been lured by the smell of food for nearly a block now, and licks his chops when they finally get to the roach coach. "Shawarma. For when you absolutely, positively, need to have more meat with your meat."     Shannon's wing stretch gets a wince of sympathy, and then he leans in to whisper. "Don't worry, I brought my Mage Hunter Repellant Spray."
Kit Killovarras	There's a momentary pause at the sound of that whisper and Kit just gives Jax a look for a moment, then chuckles and shakes his head. "Here's hoping it works, I forgot my armor again.." Wait.. armor? "Then again, wasn't anticipating the last attack either, so.." There's a little shrug. Eventually the aardwolf just walks up to a not-so crowded food truck, turning to give a grin to Shannon as he smiles. "Been to a few places that serve it, no one ever really quite gets it like this guy does." When the Aardwolf goes up to order, the guy in the truck just says, "Already working on your order." then turns his attention to Jax and Shannon. "What're you two havin'?" Kit just blinks for a moment before he looks to the others and just muses, "By the way, stay away from the hot sauce unless you like it extra hot.."
Shannon	Shannon grins at the food truck owner, giving her good wing a little flick and settling it neatly at her back. She's wearing a cream tunic cable-knit sweater, dark blue jeans, and her favorite caramel suede boots. Her hair is long and loose except for the pale blue braid at the left side of her face, with its three little silver beads threaded on the end. "Honestly, I'm not sure of the best way to have this stuff," she admits. "Like I was telling my friends, every time I'm in the city to get a hold of the stuff, things go pear-shaped, so I've never really had that chance. What would you recommend?"      She's twirling around a couple keys on a keyring, letting the pewter praying angel keyring charm gleam dully in the light. There's also a very unladylike growling noise in her general vicinity, which draws a sheepish grin and a giggle from her. "What do you think, Jax? Kit? I'm clueless here."
Jax	"Oh, it works. I tried it all day yesterday, didn't see a single hunter." Yeah, okay, that was maybe not the most sensitive joke Jax could have made, but there it is. Did he surreptitiously spray Shannon's Jeep with the stuff when they were leaving? Possibly.     Oh, who are we kidding, almost certainly.     But then the food truck. Oh... Oh! What is that heavenly smell? Jax breathes deep, something catching his nose, and then his eyes go WIDE. No, really, they're like saucers, pupils quickly dilating. In he steps, tail swaying behind him, ears perked entirely up.     "I'll have the lamb doner, double extra large, garlic sauce." That's... a lot of meat.     He stands there, tail swaying and slowly fluffing up, watching the meat at the back of the truck as if mesmerised. And licking his chops again. And again.     Uh oh.
Kit Killovarras	Well, there's a feline looking arout ready to pounce into a truck, so Kit is just going to gingerly wrap his arms around dear Jax to make sure he is a bit more grounded when Kit looks to Shannon and grins, "Depends on the style of meat you want. I typically go for lamb or goat, because yum. After that, it's more up to taste." The guy in the truck as well is eyeing Jax for a moment before he turns his attention to Shannon and explains, "We got goat, lamb, beef and chicken for meat, beyond that? Well.." He holds out what looks like a triple-folded pamphlet which names off various things that can be put into it, various sauces and such. It looks a bit like a mix between what would be considered 'traditional' and what some people might consider a bit more weird... They even apparently add fries if you request it!
Shannon	"Oh... wait a minute... you actually serve goat meat?!" Shannon's eyebrows shoot upwards, and she seems to consider this for a moment. "Oh, what the heck. I'll give the goat a try, double on the meat, with some of the hummus, garlic, and roasted bell peppers and onions." Pause. "Maybe fries on the side, too. Not traditional, but tasty."      Shannon grins a little sheepishly at Kit and Jax, stepping back while she waits with them for their orders. "Call it revenge on a goat that gave me heck as a little kid...."
Jax	Swish. Swish. Swish.     Jax's tail, usually quite animated in it own right, seems to be working overdrive at the moment. Even Kit's arm around his shoulders can't seem to bring the cat mutant out of whatever trance he seems to be in, breathing very, very deeply of something which must smell utterly delicious to him.     He likes his food, but this is ridiculous.
Kit Killovarras	It's a minute or two before the guy in the truck starts setting out food, Jax's order comes first, then Shannons.. Then two more orders?? Kit hands the man $50 and gives a little smile and a "thank you." Then Kit just gives Jax's cheek a nudge before he lets go of the feline, collects his own order and heads towards one of the tables! Thannon mentions a goat that gave her 'heck' as a kid and just tilts his head a little before giving a wicked little grin, "I mean, nothing says revenge like eating someones cousin.." Jax does get a momentary glance, or more accurately, a momentary stare? The Aardwolf is watching him rather closely for the moment to make sure he doesn't do anything strange.. Or more accurately, stranger than normal.
Shannon	Shannon grins and accepts her order when it arrives, almost cackling with glee. "Revenge, thy name is shawarma!" And she takes a huge bite of the stuff, just chomping right down into the meat with carnivorous glee more fitting of a harpy than an angel!      As she dabs some of the juices away from her lips, she glances down at the rest of her order, taking a moment to savor what she's eating. "Wow. This is good stuff, revenge or no!" Grinning at Kit and Jax, she laughs, just shaking her head. "When I was real little, I went with my folks to visit my aunt in Taunton, Mass., and well, her next-door neighbor had a goat in their yard, behind a chain link fence. Figured it was safe enough to go say hi to the goat, just so as I kept my distance. But as I turn my back and start walking back over to my aunt's house, the little fucker runs right up to the fence, headbutts it... and actually manages to hit my rear end and knock me face-first into the pavement. I've hated goats ever since."
Jax	Meat! It takes a bit of willpower not to devour it then and there, and Jax just about makes it to the table before he tucks in, spearing the strips of lamb on the claws of his left hand. There's a purring coming from him, a sign he's really enjoying this meal.     "Buuuuut, if that's what it did as a kid... how bad was it when it was full grown?!" Hah. Hilarious... Ehm, well, Jax seems to think so. He starts laughing without restraint, looking at each of his companions in turn with these very, very wide eyes. And another sniff has him focusing on Kit's food. Or, more appropriately, the sauce.
Kit Killovarras	When Kit takes a bite of one of his own... concoctions, there is an immediate smell that one wouldn't need a very good nose for and for those who do? It could only be explains as the smell of death by way of internal damage! Whatever is in the THING that the aardwolf is eating SMELLS spicy enough that it could and probably very well should be banned outright as a war crime! The yeen doesn't seem to mind it though, chomping away at it for a bite or two before he gives Jax a glance, studies him for a moment and simply muses, "You look like you're stoned.." with a bit of a chuckle. "And you're kind of acting like it too.. Wait.." Shannon gets a look of 'umm' as she explains her run in with a butt-head of a goat and just snerks a little, "Well, yeah that's typically what goats tend to do. Things are little bastards, but they make for some amazing food."
Shannon	"That they do," Shannon agrees, tucking into her meal with obvious relish. "Goats are only good for two things. Meat, and cheese."      As she looks at Jax, her eyebrows go up, and her ravenous appreciation of shawarma slows, then stops entirely. She glances at her share, then at Kit's, then back at Jax. "The heck... unless they put some wacky stuff in the sauce, what could... what's got you visiting the sixties there, Jax?"
Jax	"Dunno what you're talking 'bout, I feel fine!" Totally fine. Absolutely fine. Hungry, and fine. A fine hunger. Just... fine. His tail is swishing back and forth again as he eats his own lamb without taking his eyes off of Kit's mint sauce. So much so that he dips the lamb doner speared on his claws onto the table rather than into the garlic sauce... and doesn't seem to notice.     "Ever noticed how odd that word sounds? Goat? It's like Go, and Oats, but together. Like Go-Oats, oats that go fast or something."
Kit Killovarras	Kit takes a moment to watch Jax, then gives Shannon a glance and muses, "I don't know whether to give him a bite or worry, but I'm fairly certain if I did, it'd shock him out of whatever this is.." he says with a little chuckle. "That, or we'd be making a hospital run." He sets his food down, walks over and grabs a 'menu' pamphlet and rifles through it, before handing it to Shannon with his claw on one of the entries. Red Death A fiery delight made of Carolina Reaper puree, garlic, red wine, butter and mint. "That's what's on mine." he explains with a toothy, almost evil grin, then his attention goes back to Jax and he just sort of waves a paw in front of the felines face. "Caffeinated oatmeal.." he says eventually to the felines intoxicated musings. "Well, there's a product that no one needs."
Jax	There is, again, a supreme effort of will, as Jax stops himself for simply lunging for the delicious smelling sauce while Kit is off fetching the menu. It's like he's in a world of his own, cramming his face with the lamb doner to stop himself doing something he may regret later. Which, at least, proves that he's not all the way gone.     "Quick oats. Fast oats. But they got horns too, so horned oats. Hoats. We could have called them hoats. Of Foats."
Shannon	Shannon nearly chokes when she sees just what is in the sauce on Kit's supper. "Carolina reaper? Do you have a death wish or something?" But, she reads on. Spicy things tended to -repel- felines, not attract them. There had to be -something-....      ...and there it was! She snerks, taking a bite of her revenge on a childhood nemesis (read goat-meat shawarma here). "It might or might not. Take another look." She points to 'mint', snickering softly. "It might just get him more high. Catnip's in the mint family, that's why it works so well as a tea to settle the stomach even on humans. Mint would have a similar effect on him to catnip."
Kit Killovarras	There's a few moments of contemplation as Kit takes another bite of his food, then pulls a very small piece of the meat out of his own (just barely a nibble) and offers it to Jax with a little smile. "Here, give it a try.. Just a word of warning though, it's spicy." ... Well, never let it be said that the yeen doesn't have an evil side to him... Shannon gets a little look and an innocent smile as he muses, "I wanna see if it'll snap him out of it." with that mischievous grin still present.. Yeah, apparently the yeen has a little bit of an evil streak to him and it shows at the weirdest times. "And no worries, I'm taking full responsibility for this one if he does anything crazy."
Jax	Ooooh! Okay, so there might be some restraint about simply stealing food from a friend, but when it's offered?     NOM!     Jax licks that morsel right out of Kit's fingers and chomps down, clearly savoring every last bit of it. It goes down a treat, and his eyes widen a touch more than even the wide eyed stare he's been giving everything for the last ten minutes. And then...     ... then he settles down, to enjoy his own food, purring up a storm. "That was good stuff!"     Blink. Blink Blink.
Shannon	Shannon just shakes her head, eyes wide with disbelief at the feat of gastronomic endurance she has just witnessed. "You're nuts. Both of you." She's quite content to munch on her Goat's Revenge, keeping a wary eye on both Kit and Jax. "Don't tell me you two are going to start breathing fire now or something..."
Kit Killovarras	Kit just watches in disbelief at Jax as he noms the meat, ears twitching a bit before he just laughs and shakes his head. "Gotta see if they can make a bit of the sauce without mint for next time." he says, giving Jax a bit of a nudge before he takes another bite. Shannon gets a tilt of the yeens head and a simple, "What? I like spicy food." with a little chuckle. "And yeah, no. We won't stat breathing fire, but if you hear sobbing coming from the bathroom tomorrow, you'll know why."
Jax	*Thump*     No warning, no slow listing, no yawning. One moment Jax is upright and eating, the next his head hits the table and he's out. Even his tail has stopped swishing.     But considering he's purring... mint. Not even once!