There are many people that a gang could set upon on a night, and even get away the victors. But even with the advantage of numbers, attacking the four tipsy people who'd been weaving down the street has turned out to be very much the wrong decision. Because the four tipsy people are in fact military trained. That they're tipsy barely impedes their reactions. It doesn't take them long to have it over with, breathing a little rushed, faces flushed with adrenaline and grins.
Percy is entirely unsurprised about the food packing. Does Aaren need any help?
"You know you don't need to feed my friends, right?" 'Chelle asks, half exasperated, but mostly fond.
"Well," Percy stage whispers to 'Chelle and Lan, "what's the definition of 'need' you meant?"
"Mostly that Dad feeds everyone," 'Chelle whispers back. "He fed the postman once."
"See!" Aaren said. "Besides. It was snowing. He looked like he needed something warm."
The doorbell goes at that point. 'Chelle gets to her feet, tugging Lan with her. "That'll be Alain."
"Thank you, Aaren," Percy manages to say bringing the food. He says in a way that is very reminiscent to what Lan just spoke.
'Chelle is hopping into her boots, her other hand opening the door. At which point she over balances, and falls out of the door-
Straight into the arms of this guy. "You know you don't have to throw yourself at me, Chromatic? You just have to ask."
"Alain, darling, you're gay and I'm ace, it would never work. This is Percy by the way." She waves to Percy.
"That does seem to be a risk in this family. I'm Alain. I am very jealous that you're getting Aaren's cooking all the time."
'Chelle laughs and pushes Alain back so they can get out the door. "Like I don't bring you goody bags."
"Getting food from Aaren sounds like the easiest thing in the world unless your own family has some objection to it."
"Okay. You're not actually wrong. C'mon. Time's a-wasting."
He gestures to the somewhat beaten up car parked at the end of the drive.