Now that the pipe was repaired and the aforementioned friend was pumping the rest of the water out of Roxies shop and getting his heaters ready Alban made his way downstairs to store his stuff. A sleeping form was curled under the blanket on the couch, the nearly empty bottle sat on the coffee table nearby. The meeting of the packs was going to start soon, better wake her up.<br/><br/>"Hey, Roxie. Wake up, we have to get ready for the meeting." he gently shook her shoulder. Memories flooded forth and tried to flow out of his eyes but he blinked them away. "Come on girl."<br/><br/>"Alban, we need beer!" Lance's voice was loud and callous and coming from the bottom of the stairs. He wasn't allowed down here.<br/><br/>"I'll take care of it. Go wait up stairs, now!" he barked at the young lad, fists clenching on instinct. His parents, rest their souls, had been his best friends. But, their son was an asshole.<br/><br/>"I am so tired of you yelling at me, I am by rights the leader of this pack and you will show me the respect you showed my father you piece of-" he stepped out of the antechamber and stopped yelling when he saw Roxie.