Oliver peered through the window of the cafe', his eyes narrowing, pupils shrinking to animalian-like slits. The action caused movement to sharpen, and details to stand out, while letting in less light into the eye. There were vampires inside the cafe', there always had been in this part of town. Jennete allowed it, she figured at least one area in their stomping grounds should allow the occasional visitor or two. Oliver had always questioned this gesture of kind-heartedness, and just seeing the vampires inside made his skin tingle with annoyance. Did'nt they have territories of their own to attend, or other colonies to bother? Helana shuved passed him, trying to get a look, "I want to go talk to them." She said brightly, "See what the new gossip is all about."<br/>"Be careful." Oliver warned her as she pried herself away, and walked inside, the bell at the glass door jangling noisily. Oliver swallowed at the nothing in his throat, feeling apprehension buzz in his stomach at the prospect of talking to strangers. Gathering his wits, Oliver followed Helana, walking less enthusiasticly through the door. The warm smells of food cooking, a fireplace burning, and the entrancing rythm of the music washed away the cold, gloomy feelings from the storm outside, wrapping around Oliver's senses like an inviting embrace from a long forgotten security blankie. Making his way over to his usual spot where he often liked to stare at others from, Oliver sat down, a booth with the seating's leather slightl broken, revealing the stuffing inside.<br/><br/>Oliver nodded to the waitress that greeted him, declining the offer for water, "I would like soup, thogh," He amended, "If you please." He liked soup, especially the kind they served here. It had angel hair pasta in it, with real chicken broth, and slices of carrot, and parsley. "Of course." The waitress responed, smiling as she left to a different table. The scents of the stranger vampires mingling with the unbeknowest humans were sliding away into the background of Oliver's priorities as he slipped out the obscure note again, looking at it quisicly while he waited for his food. It was a torn note, written in scribbly handwriting, that bared the smell of fish and the sea. There was also the undertone scent of some kind of normal scent, like a human, but different, in a way.<br/><br/>The approaching bowl of soup roused Oliver from his thoughts, and he smiled appreciatively at the waitress who brought it, "Thank you."<br/>The soup was fantastic. Whilist indulging in the warm, velvety flavours of the soup, Oliver had not noticed the cafe' door's bell jingling as it opened, nor the alarmed look that Helana tried to hide as she stood from the stool she had been sitting on at the bar, and hurried over to sit at Oliver's table. "Hey, get out of soup-land and look up!" Helana hissed, and Oliver glanced up. "What?"<br/>"Marvolone and James are here!" Helana whispered, trying to look like she was having a casual conversation. Descretly looking over while pretending to stretch, Oliver caught sight of them; Marvolone was an obnoxious alpha with curly red hair, with rumours going around that he had allied with Arribele a few years ago. James was formerly Helana's cousin, decades ago; any family bonds they used to have were not shared in vampire life, especially now with James having submitted his loyalties to Marvolone's colony. James had coal back, floppy hair, with a lock of it dyed strange neon green, and a graphic tee and purple hoodie.<br/><br/>"What in the name of everything civil are they doing so deep in our territory?" Oliver hissed resentfully under his breath, trying to avert the curious gazes of the several humans who were up late, eating sandwhiches for an extremely early breakfast. "I thought they lived far away in England?" Oliver could almost feel the burning stare of the two as they swaggered to the bar, as if challenging him to do something about them. "I think they do," Helana murmured, "But one of the other vampires around here were saying somehting about a rondeveu with Arribelle at the boardwalk later this month."<br/>"They are<em>not</em>going to pass though our stomping grounds." Oliver growled quietly; Helana nodded, "I know I know, I just wanted to let you know."<br/>They fell silent, Helana dropping her gaze to her hands, while Oliver dragged his eyes back to his soup, resuming it's consumption. All the while, Marvolone and James browsed the bar and cafe' areas, talking to the waitresses in hushed, interested tones.