Realistic or Modern Spellbound

[xrakkax]

“Tire is so weak, you know, it plan to pop often.” Theo gave her a sultry look from the side. He reached out to hold her hand for the rest of the ride to the pub.

When Theo walked into the Old Bear they were met with knowing grins and elbow jabs from Micha and the others. The only one who went on, as usual, was Jovan. As long as the work got done he didn’t see the big drama over banging. Molly stole moments during their day to squeal over how it went. Not satisfied to wait until after the day closed. Here and there they exchanged experiences, with Molly noting some family traits from the info Willow offered. In the end, they had their fill of gleeful gossip and decided to text one another if and when Theo spent the night so Molly didn’t have to guess when to be Willows ride. The rest of the day went about the same as any other.

The texts for Molly not to worry came here and there. Theo had his job after all. But while Theo did enjoy these nights with Willow, he started sneaking to sleep on the couch so he didn’t get bonked. Willow had a suspicion. Theo talked with Molly about what she did to handle this issue when she noticed the honorary marks of sleeping beside her besty. Molly said there wasn’t much. A lot of times a thick long pillow worked. Other than that there was revenge. Sweet, satisfying revenge. Molly occasionally bit the offending hand that smacked her. She’d hold it with her teeth until Willow woke and saw her grinning with her fingers in clenched pearly whites. Not to hurt, of course. Then they’d argue over who did what in their sleep, with Molly saying she was fully conscious when making the deciding to bite, and Willow still refused to believe it was in retaliation and not some sleep fetish. Theo couldn’t stop laughing about it during their tea talk. Solutions would need to be worked out until Willow finally saw the truth— or rather, accepted it.

In the meantime days past by. Theo took Willow out for a romantic evening for Valentine's Day. It ended with them in a fancy rented room where they made love under the stars and the bright moon. Theo had not expected Willow to be wearing the sexy lace she did, but he appreciated the efforts to think of him and that night a certain word on was on the tip-of-his-tongue. And while Theo didn't quite say so yet, and neither did Willow or Molly, Micha had basically insisted to Molly since that night of the talent show that he loved her. It was too early for Molly though, who refused to say it just yet.

Molly and Willow talked about the lengths their men went to make them these happy experiences. Micha had brought Molly to a shooting range for Valentine's Day. They popped off a hundred rounds, go a mess of beef ribs, and took turns on a rodeo bull. That was for her. For Micha, he took her to his room, made her a delicious dessert, and spent the evening playing Skyrim with her as his new in-game wife. Then they fell asleep. It was in the morning that they tumbled around the sheets.

The days were going better than they’d ever thought their future would be. By March Molly sold her dumpy apartment and moved in with Micha. They began renovations on the upper rooms to accommodate her presence. She became closer to Amalia for certain. Jovan was hesitant with the decision at first, but he knew they weren’t as in need of supervision as Lyov and Granya. And, honestly, it was nice to have someone who appreciated the blessing of alcohol. By this time Willow insisted Molly not make the trip to carpool. It just wasn’t practical anymore. In the end, Molly conceded, but only because sometimes they did their mud mask movie nights and she still got to have a carpool with Willow once in a while because of it.

Theo felt the pressure rising when it came to the topic of spending the night at his house. So far he artfully avoided it. Time would tell how long until he could trust she would be safe and comfortable knowing that they were among the people in the world who have caused harm to others through Almaeri. Theo dreaded the idea he would be wrong about her reaction. Then there was Molly. He and the family talked about it occasionally. Amalia thinks they should just point blank say so. For now, they floated the idea.

Saturday, March 17, 2018
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Come March on Saint Paddy’s Day, Theo was spared one more day to dance around the issue of spending the night at his house. A commotion had overtaken the pub. Molly’s father, General Malone, informed her the day or so before that he finally got to take time to see her. At first, Molly was grumpy that he had missed before. So she tried to play it off like 'whatever'. But Micha had gotten to know her well enough to see how important this had become. So, not only did Micha make a full Irish menu, but he got Jovan to serve Irish coffee. This had been a tradition in Molly’s past that brought better memories to the mind of her and her father. The effort touched Molly deeply. They all wore green, peppered shamrocks everywhere, and a few of the Russian family’s old friends from Europe who came to America recently were going to play music for the night.

They were a mother, Caitlin McQueen, and her quadruplet daughters Shae, Deirdre, Una, and Moira. They all had black hair with a white patch on the front. They were fresh off the boat, as it were. Their accents thick with the brogue. Sometimes it took a moment to know what they were saying. They each had mastery over the traditional Irish instruments and their voices were quite ethereal.

Everything from the food to the music seemed to be ready. All except Molly, who had run around so much to get it all just right that her own outfit was still folded upstairs. Finally, Micha came to her side and stopped her from moving. He held her still and told her, “Myshka, slow down. This— all this doesn’t have to be enough.” he gently caressed her cheek. “You already enough, Myshka.” That seemed to calm her. Molly took a breath, gave a kiss, and ran upstairs. They were a half-hour away from General Malone coming through that door. He was a prompt man. She had to get herself together beforehand!

When Molly left to get ready Micha’s chill smile melted into a semi worried frown. He was certain and confident in what he told Molly. He was just not sure he was enough. Theo too, hearing about the way the old war hero had become a watchful guardian over Willow, wondered how he’d fair.

Theo came to Willow's side. “Molly is always this excitable for visit from her father?” He chuckled, so unaware of all the history and how hard Molly worked to be that son growing up.

 

[Soliloquy]

If it wasn't a huge hassle, Willow would have been the one finding ways to pop that tire. While everyone was delighted to find something to jest to Willow about, Sadie seemed to be the only person surprised that this was only just happening. In her words, she wouldn't have 'waited that long to jump on that ride'. Willow was thankfully out of earshot when that comment was made, else there would have been at the least for words for her in return. It was definitely for Sadie's benefit that she had never made such a remark about Micha, else she'd be taking a fistful of Malone fury straight to the face, something a few of them admittedly wouldn't mind happening.

Willow quickly grew fond of their nights together, and not just for what happened beyond closed doors. Although he might not have, she slept better the nights he could stay over. From all the talk of Micha and Molly, there was not only wonderful tea for the girls to share, but also a new opportunity for Willow when it came to work. She had learned after a few weeks of the two being a couple that if she had one of the rare requests where a patron wanted something different than the menu - say lunch at breakfast- she could put her order in with Micha directly. He would of course squabble that it wasn't lunch! Willow would agree that it wasn't lunch, but that if he could make the item she'd give him a useful piece of information about Molly that he didn't know. Her favorite flower, something that was brought up on Molly's wish list, etc. Their little tit for tat happened seldom which was for the best; the two were getting closer and closer that Willow was worried she'd run out of information!

As was a staple with any date that Theo managed to schedule for them, Valentine's Day had been absolutely perfect. Willow had prepared a special treat for him of white and dark chocolate-covered strawberries. They paired well with the other treat that she'd invested in, although he unwrapped that differently than the strawberries, picked out with approval from Molly's careful eye for boudoir. It was passionate and beautiful and she found her very close to taking a big step for communicating her feelings that night. Just not quite yet.

Once Molly was living at the pub, Willow began making her trips to and from her apartment in her own worn down vehicle. Occasionally if it seemed a bet that Theo would be off that next evening for them to be fortunate enough to have two nights together in a row, he'd take her to the pub on his way to the clinic. As February was coming to an end, she did give him a second key to the apartment she hated, "just in case." She also hoped it would secretly either get him to come over even more often, or that he might soon reciprocate the offer.

While the sudden decision to celebrate the Irish holiday was more for the sake of General Malone, Willow still took it as another small victory in her attempts to expand the Old Bear's menu, even if only for a day. She was personally excited to see the General, but also understood the stress that Molly was under. It wasn't out of the normal when he hadn't appeared in the fall as he had planned, often called away with only a moments notice. In her eyes, it was strong of Molly to keep agreeing to see him after he'd passed her many times, evident that she was more forgiving than Willow was.

Molly was stressed as always, but for the first time it wasn't Willow who was comforting her. Instead it was Micha who stepped into that position of supporting her and while it was bitter sweet, she was glad to see just how well he had done it. She'd always be a best friend, but she'd let him have his role in her life.

Theo's question made her perk up from her work, nodding quickly in agreement. "It's a lot of weight on her shoulders," she said before diving into an explanation of just how hard Molly had tried to please her father, despite Willow's encouragement that he would love her just the same, he had to. He might have been a haradass and bristly, but he was her father. If only the same was said of her own family.

 

[xrakkax]

Expectations from others of authority that conflict with your true self were nothing new to Theo or his family, and he was sorry that Willow and Molly were no strangers to it themselves. Thankfully, like his family, Willow and Molly found support, both in each other and others. And it just kept growing. Theo had to get back to work, but he was feeling better about the information. It would help navigate. Everyone had come to love Willow and her quirky Molly. They hoped to make a good impression and keep the relationship dynamics strong. The only person Theo thought may not put in special effort was uncle Jovan. He believed in being yourself. To the point that effort outside of your normal pattern came off fake to him. However, others would argue that putting in effort didn’t mean you weren’t authentic, it just meant in your genuine self you decided to make some extra effort. He argued it shouldn’t be called ‘extra’ if it is natural for that person; Jovan expected them to change their terminology. That would be an ongoing debate even between him and Natalia.

Upstairs Molly fret over her outfit choice. She didn’t want to present herself like an old maid. Neither would wearing anything ‘sluty’ be acceptable. It would probably ruin the day. While Molly changed out her hair styles to find something sensible, but elegant, and to make sure her makeup was festive, but not too glittery, she paced the floor arguing with herself over the choice of clothing. The time ticked away. She was just about done painting her lips when an internal instinct told her to get downstairs fast!

The half an hour passed quicker than Molly had wanted. After she had dressed she came running down the steps of the upper apartment into the main room of the pub. The little shamrocks she wore for earrings dangled violently. The pin to her messy bun nearly loosened itself. Molly took a moment to fixt that in a mirror before making her way toward the front. Molly’s heart beat like a hummingbird to see her father standing behind a couple patrons waiting for service.

General Malone didn’t allow himself to cut lines. Even though he had been an invited guest. No, he would let the three others before him take their rightful opportunity to be seated. So there had been a space of time from him coming into the Old Bear to the podium. They had a large crowd, so Sadie was asked to come in that day despite Theo being present. General Malone stood as tall as Theo, so his daunting figure looked down with an unreadable expression at Sadie. “Good day, Miss, my name’s General Malone. I have a reservation made by my daughter.”

Craning her neck up to examine him, she had a sudden understanding as to what everyone's fuss had been about earlier. The geezer didn't give off vibes to say he was going to be easily impressed by much of anything. Those poor young men were in for quite the treat. "Of course you do, General Malone. Allow me to seat you at your table, sir." She might not have been the ideal young adult, but she did have a few things about appreciating the military ingrained in her little head.

Sadie brought General Malone to a long table. The man had known he was going to meet with Molly’s new boyfriend as well as someone who thought they had the right to date Willow. General Malone surveyed the pub, the smells, and the people. So far so good. Not like when Molly told him to come visit some guy she was sure she’d walk down the aisle with, all to dump him later. That day he had left early. The boy was rude, the muggy bar was blasting trash music, and he had enough of Molly being snippy about his attitude over it all. But this was a pleasant change.

“Thank you, Miss.” General Malone said. He was told the others would come soon and was asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Just water for now.” He said, looking around for familiar faces. Due to the crowd not only Sadie came, but so did Natalia and Granya. Grandpa Lyov, though, just sat in a recliner, asleep.

Molly felt her hands get clammy. She walked over to a wooden pocket by the podium when Sadie took her father to sit. She felt her insides flutter. She knew she had to go over, but her feet were stuck. She looked and saw Theo take Willow’s hand and walk to the table. It gave her the strength to put one foot in front of the other.

Seeing Theo and Willow come, General Malone stood up to say a proper hello, “Happy Saint Patricks Day, Dr. Al-Zakhar.” He said to Theo. Molly had bragged about everyone here, it was not hard to know who was who.

“Happy Saint Patrick Day, General.” Theo grinned, seeing in his face that his handshake was just as acceptable as his own.

For Willow, General Malone’s manner seemed to take a paternal, affectionate feel, “Well now, you have grown up some since the last time we met, young Willow.” General Malone didn’t often hug. He spared a one-armed one for Willow. “Good to see you. You look well, honeybun.” It had been the nickname that stuck for Willow in the Malone family. Anyone could be ‘honey’ but only Willow was ‘honeybun’.

 

[Soliloquy]

Willow could understand Molly's nerves and wouldn't be the one to pressure her forward. At least not right away. If their positions were reversed, she knew that she'd not be able to walk up to her own family right away, although Molly didn't have the same reason for distance between her and her father. Still, you couldn't rush things like this, else they end up unnecessarily worse than they might have already been.

Instead, she paved the way to encourage her friend, walking up to the general with Theo, a wide, genuine smile on her face as the two introduced each other. So far, so good. He might not have been her father, but there was also a sense of conscious search for approval from the elder man. He had been a good sense of support when she had pried herself from her family, so while they might not have seen each other often, she did respect him greatly.

"It's great to see you too, sir," she said as she gave him a proper hug, the kind to transfer months of not seeing someone through. Pulling away, she decided to try and buy Molly and her nerves a few more moments. "Hopefully Uncle Sam can send you home more often so that we can stay in touch better."

 

[xrakkax]

“Can’t never could keep your hope down, Willow. We’ll have to see. At least I can sit a spell today.” General Malone’s mouth was tempted into a smile. He looked up at Theo, those eyes of his taking on a survey of Willows lover like a scout. “As I hear it told, you’re from Russia. How’s it feel to be an American, son?”

Theo couldn’t help but grin, getting a good vibe from the old man. Even if he didn’t admit his throat cleared with a slight quiver, “Feel like freedom.” He told him.

That cracked the General’s grin, “Damn straight.”

Molly, though she had taken a few steps forward, felt her feet grow heavy. She saw how her father welcomed Theo and Willow. Maybe it would be better if she let them talk a moment more. She could always say she had to fix an issue upstairs. Molly was just about to turn when she felt a tender, firm arm wrap around her shoulders. The smell hit her first. Micha could hardly walk anywhere without the food of the kitchen as his cologne. Molly looked over at him, large eyed and worried. Micha flashed her a grin and her heart steadied. Smiling in return Molly walked with him toward the table. Somehow those insecurities faded once Micha had come to her side.

“Hey Pa.” Molly said, hopefulness in her tone. A simple greeting for not having seen each other in two years or so. General Malone turned to see Molly. Her grumpiness from days before was nowhere to be seen. Instead she felt her mouth spread in a smile.

“Little Miss Molly, well I’ll be.” General Malone’s eyes that had stared ahead as if they were soldiers at post, softened to see his daughter. He pulled her into a hug not unlike Willow’s. “Good to see you again, Sugar. Happy Saint Patrick's Day.”

Molly’s face pressed against the familiar stiff material of his uniform. She could smell the cigar, the scotch, and a hint of forest musk. “Happy Saint Patrick's Day, Pa!” She pulled away and took Micha’s hand, leading him forward. “Pa, this is Micha Baranov. My boyfriend.”

Micha offered a hand to shake, “Happy Saint Patrick's Day, General Malone!” He grinned, the only evidence of nervousness being a faint tremor of his adam's apple. “Welcome to the Old Bear.”

General Malone made a study of Micha. He approved the handshake and the welcome so far, “Thank you, I appreciate it. Happy Saint Patricks Day.”

With no addition of ‘son’, Molly did feel a little shiver of worry, but she took a glance at Micha to steady herself. “Why don’t we sit? Natalia should be here to wait the table soon.” Amalia would cook, Granya would help the other tables alongside Sadie. Even Jovan would help the tables so that the four of them could eat with the General.

Molly sat beside her father and Micha. On the other side of General Malone was Willow and then Theo. They got their temporar menus. Micha made sure the details mentioned if the meal had been taken from their hunt in November. Reading it, the general looked up to confirm, “Y’all hunt for the pub?”

Micha proudly pointed out the buck on the wall, “Twelve pointer.” He had learned from Molly to switch up the lingo to fit the South. “Got it with my Remington 7.” Micha casually gestured to the rack of guns.

General Malone couldn’t believe Molly had actually gone and gotten herself a hunter. After all the Metalheads, Goths, and what-have-you, he expected to wrangle with a tasteless fool. But here Micha had proved he was no idiot poser. “Well I’ll be. That sure is, son.” He said, not seeing Molly perk in wonder if she heard right. “I think Molls and I got a couple of white tails once. When you were a teen.” He turned to her for confirmation. “With old Murry.” It was what they called their Marlin 1895.

Molly brightened, “That’s right Pa.” She sneaked a gleeful giggle toward Willow.

“Now I got a story about that.” General Malone said, going back to his menu. “Little Miss Molly was proud as a peacock when she got them white tails. She was ridn’ on the moon.” As good of a sign as it was that the General felt comfortable to tell a story, Molly slowly lifted to hide her face behind her menu, knowing what was coming. “We get to yonder pond and see a cygnet sitting alone behind a rock in some mud. Now I’m old enough to know you don’t touch a baby swan. Them parents are meaner than a wild hog.” Here it comes. “Molly goes to ‘save’ it, even though I told her it weren’t in any real danger.” General Malone chuckled. “Ah, you should have seen her run! Look’d like she was sure the swan was gone give the lickin’ of her life.”

Theo laughed, and not many people who heard it didn’t. Micha nudged Molly’s side, “Stars, Pa!” Molly couldn’t stifle her grin or her blush. To take some light off of her, she said, “Well I may have been chased by a swan, but ain’t nothing like when Willow fed that baby deer in that bush.” Baby fawns had a habit of being hidden by their mothers until they came back.

That got Theo's attention. He grinned and nudged Willow, "Oh, what happen?"

 

[Soliloquy]

Willows own concerns over how General Malone would feel toward Theo were quickly thwarted. Not that she had worries that he wouldn't make a great impression, but she still enjoyed seeing Molly's father grin like that. It was a good sign, and Theo seemed to realize it as well. They didn't need to play interference for long, the sound of Molly joining them meaning the first couple could take a step back so the others could greet the general.

Like Molly, Willow was jut as eager to see what the opinion of Micha would be. He was a few steps above any of her previous men, although that wasn't exactly a high bar to meet. Still, Micha was visibly being his best self, which was for the best of all parties involved, despite what Jovan might say. Settling in at the table, she glanced at the menu as if she hadn't seen it all day long, smirking as she listened to the General's approval steadily increasing as he got a taste of just what a Baranov would bring for his daughter. Her grin only grew at the very familiar tale of Molly and the baby swan, even chuckling at the image he so artfully painted.

Her feigned attention to the menu stopped suddenly when her own animal misfortunes were brought up. Her cheeks preemptively were darkening as she took a sip of water before diving into her own embarrassing story, if for nothing else than solidarity of her dear friend. "Our summer camp was right on the edge of a little mountain range. I heard the fawns cries and insisted to Molly that it had to hungry. In her defense, she did try to warn me it wasn't a good idea, but.. Well, let's just say the mama mule deer was furious to come back and find me poking my head in where her baby was," she chuckled at the unpacked memory. "She came running right at me, stomping her hooves and snorting. I don't know how to speak deer but I knew she was mad as hell. I tucked tail and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, but she wasn't going to give up that easy! I ended up climbing a tree and hiding there for a good ten minutes until she finally left." She may or may not have cried during that time, trying to reason with the protective mother, but that wasn't important for the story.

"But to be fair, I never did learn my lesson. It wasn't the first time I tried to feed something I shouldn't have and I'm sure it won't be the last," she shook her head at her own unfortunate endings to good intentions.

 

[xrakkax]

Molly recalled that day. She had done what she could to get help. They both stayed clear of the woods for a couple of days after that, until they were sure the herd had moved on. The table enjoyed the anecdote. Theo in particular wanted to hear more stories about Willow’s forest adventures. All of which he would keep in his mind for when he wanted to tease her! Molly gave Willow a break and said, “Oh trust me, there’s more. But we should make our orders.”

As if called, Natalia came to the table. She made similar greetings like the rest of them had with General Malone. “We have today a shepherd's pie as the special.” She told him. Everyone else already knew.

“Well now that sounds good to me.” The General said. “You got any guinness?”

“Yes, Sir.” Natalia wrote his order down as well as everyone else's. “I’ll be back with your drinks.”

Satisfied, General Malone looked between Willow and Molly. He studied their manner, the way they met the eyes of their significant others. To be truthful, General Malone had been worried over them. Out here in Texas, just the two. As busy as he was, he did his best with them. When Willow moved from Waco to Seabrook he took time to help her drive her things to Molly’s side of town. When she had to get her car he made sure the rambling men who sold them didn’t rip her off. And of course, well Molly and him had years of ups and downs, good and bad. There wasn’t a thing in this world he wouldn’t do to protect them. Seeing the smile on Willow and the sparkle in Molly’s eye, he felt himself relax. But he had old Murry if the day came that the girls were in need.

The talk at the table went well. Occasionally they shared a funny story or two. But when the food came they only spared a word or two between bites. The General was impressed with the cooking, the beer, the music, and he felt easy about the men in his little girls lives.

By the time the meal ended and General Malone had to leave his manner had matched theirs. As much as a boulder of a man could. He shook Theo’s hand, gave Willow a parting hug, and when he said goodbye to Micha he told him, “Take good care of her, son.”

“Yes Sir,” Micha smiled.

Molly gave her father a hug, “See you Pa. Don’t be a stranger.”

Wordless, General Malone acknowledged the sentiment with a quick peck on her forehead. He let go of her and gave the rest of them a respectful farewell. Jovan, turns out, got along well with the General. They had similar views too. And it didn’t hurt the Jovan respected the military. Granya was too reclusive to get a handle on, but if she was like Amalia or Natalia, he figured they’d be on friendly terms too. “You have a good day now, yah here.” General Malone said, before he blended into the shifting crowd of people lined at the pub door.

All the worry had flown away. Molly felt so happy she could cry. This had been the first time he stayed and had a decent conversation. It wasn’t lost on her why, the company was good, but it just felt so nice that it went well. After years of feeling tense she felt today make up for most of it.

Molly turned to the others, grabbing up her apron. Afterall, the lunch was a gift from Jovan. Not a free pass for a day off. “Well I’ll be damned, now if that ain’t the best I could have wished for.” She grinned at Willow. “Looks like another good sign we got it made here, honeybun.”

 

[Soliloquy]

It was an interesting change of pace, being a customer for even a short while. There was a break from the days chaos to enjoy good company, great food, and see an old face she'd missed more than she realized. When all but cutting ties with her own parents, the General had stepped up to be a replacement father-figure for her over the past several years.

The rare moments like this, seeing him interact with the men that the girls had great affection for, almost made her consider doing the same for her own family. It'd been over seven years since she'd last seen her parents and a few years even since she last took a call from either of them. Her mother had simply not seemed to hold any interest in her life after her daughter outright refused to settle in her career aspiration, even if it meant throwing away her former lifestyle. Still, even after that, the save the date hanging off her fridge still caught her attention now and then. Perhaps it would still be worth putting aside differences. You did only get one family, after all.

But there would be plenty of time for that internal debate, and Willow instead forced herself to focus on the conversation as it flowed. In the end, everyone had full bellies and happy hearts, especially seeing what was likely the most sentimental exchange Willow had ever seen between the General and anyone not his daughter. He approved and that clearly meant the world for Molly, even if she might have stifled it well until he left.

"See, aren't you glad he came?" she offered as encouragement, slipping into an apron as well after they'd cleared their own table. "Micha has the General's stamp of approval. Now all you have to do is make sure you don't leave them to go hunting alone. Just in case."

 

[xrakkax]

“Stars, I am!” Molly beamed. She laughed at what Willow implied, “Oh honey, if there was reason to hunt the boys down, I’m afraid Pa won’t be going it alone.” But that was mostly a joke.

Theo and Micha gave each other their own proud smiles of approval. They had picked some good ones. And so far the families of one were cool with them.

At the end of the day, when the lights were being shut down and the kitchen closed up, and Natalia got Lyov up and called to Granya, “Say goodbye, we have to go. Finn should be back soon.”

“Da!” Granya said, hurrying to say her farewells to the family, Molly, and Willow. She had been all day without Finn, taking comfort with Bear.

Soon Molly and Micha were relaxing on the recliner together once they finished their due diligence. Amalia yawned, waving and muttering she was heading to bed.

Theo just hung up his apron and sat at the bar, waiting for Willow to come out of the bathroom so they might go to her apartment when Mrs. McQueen came up to him and Jovan. “We appreciate the gig. It’s been hard finding a place here.”

Jovan poured drinks from the decanter he got from Willow for Christmas, “No problem. We know the same.” He handed one to Mrs. McQueen. “It will be better one day.”

“Hope so.” Mrs. McQueen sighed, swigging half the cup she was given.

Theo frowned lightly, “How you been?”

“You’d think after three years the pain wouldn’t be as bad.” She swirled the golden liquid in her glass.

Jovan shook his head, “No. Not even a little. And it’s been years and years.”

Theo had heard she lost her only son. The details were few. Caitlin had a hard time talking about it. The McQueen family had come all the way out after her boy who insisted on living a new life. This decision had been met with resistance from his mother and sisters. They had brooded over his leaving for nearly five years before taking the plunge west, just to find out he was locked in a burning building by hunters.

Una, who had helped her sisters pack the car, came walking up to her mother, “Ma, we’re ready.”

“Alright.” Mrs. McQueen finished off her drink. “We’ll be around for a while. If you want to take the stage with us sometime, let us know.”

Jovan nodded, “Will do.”

The McQueen family took their leave. So did Theo and Willow when she came out. They said their goodbyes to those who remained at the pub before heading off. Molly and Micha stayed up gaming for a while before heading back up to his room. They chatted happily over the success of the evening before they tied theis up nicely. Theo did about the same. There was too much to be happy about to not be in the mood.

Saturday, March 24, 2018​

Spring came in the middle of the week. As fun as it was to do their Olympics on the day of the changing season, they settled for the next available Saturday. Like before the participates met at the designated clearing where the equipment had been set up. This time around Amalia and Micha drove with Molly. Theo used his motorcycle, sporting the helmet Granya made him, to pick up Willow. Natalia and Jovan took Lyov and Granya to the field.

First things first, they ate to wake up and prep their bodies for the coming exercise. Second, they set their jackets by Lyov. Finn perched on a branch. He rather not fight for balance on Granya’s shoulder during this time. The little familiars, like Pippin, also took their spot with Lyov for similar reasons.

Theo stretched his body, gettin’ ready for the day, “I have improve shooting.” He grinned. Although it was likely he got better because of Willow and most likely hadn’t gotten to her level yet. “I think make bullseye today.”

 

[Soliloquy]

Although she could say many things she loved about the family, Willow did feel that they could certainly gain another point in their favor if less events happened a few hours after the sun was up. Then again, she was steadily growing adjusted to the idea that there was little need to sleep once the sun was up, something that was probably rubbing off on her from Jovan.

Gathering with the full family was beginning to feel like a purely natural thing for Willow. What felt like a lot of bodies to start with was just how things were. In fact, she found herself eager to catch up with Natalia and even share a few kind words with Lyov, making sure he was keeping up with his love for puzzles. She'd come to care deeply about the family that surrounded Theo and was elated that they seemed to reciprocate that affection toward her.

"Oh? A bullseye?" she smirked, leaning down into a lunge as she warmed her muscles up for the competitions to come. "Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind a friendly wager, right? Whoever shoots worse has to plan our next date alone - and it can't be something we've done before."

 

[xrakkax]

Inhaling in thought, Theo finally nodded and exhaled with confidence, “Person who shoot worse makes date. Okay. Deal.” he shook on it.

“Eh, come on!” Jovan called them over to the archery range.

The participants lined up in order from Jovan down to Granya. Expect this time Theo asked to shoot when Willow was up. Call it Willow’s talent as a teacher, but even Granya, who had struggled with the bow last time, made a decent hit. Micha, like before, had the greatest luck with the target. Molly did okay. A wild card, she both hit bullseye once and then shot a tree off the the side. Now it was Willows turn.

As usual they expected nothing less than amazing shots. However, today, she seemed to be a little off her game. While she hit bullseye twice, the next two hit the ring around the bullseye. The heat in Texas had been getting unmanagle for some. On the streets you could see the wave of heat off the asphalt. Today Willow thought her eyes could see a warp in the air for the last two arrows. Perhaps the temperature had to do with the less than perfect hits.

Theo walked up, a little worried, “Oof, Красивый, that is good.” He frowned lightly, wiping his forehead of sweat. “Let’s see me try.”

While Texas Spring may have heated up and been a contributor to Willow’s unusual flawed aim, three shots off from Theo’s bow and he got bullseye each time. The last being the only one not up to par. Theo raised his bow in triumph. Molly was the only one of his audience with genuine excitement for his improvement. Natalai gave him a suspicious eye, Amalia slow-clapped in mock praise, Micha cursed in Russian, Granya pointed a finger of accusation, and Jovan gave his nephew a look that said he was lucky it wasn’t legal to whip him bloody.

All that aside, Theo chuckled impishly, “Hah, you owe me date.” He kissed Willows cheek.

 

[Soliloquy]

Willow might not have the level of pride to boast that she was a near perfect shot every time, but many around her would. The summer that she was ten and Everest was thirteen he spent every day at the range to try and beat her own record to no avail. That was the same summer he turned to shooting with more power, finding that his aim with a rifle or pistol managed to match her bow skills. She'd been in a few competitions and won with ease, and admittedly always felt like a female Robin Hood.

Now she stood, staring down the field at the target that had managed to evade her aim not once but twice. Passing the bow away, she'd looked at the target for sometime, giving it a hard stare as she speculated aloud what had made her aim go astray. Her confusion only grew that when Theo lined up he had a near perfect set of his own arrows, giving her own scowl of confusion in his direction.

"Mmhmm, a date. It's weird how you're suddenly a much better shot," she commented to him, one brow perked as the next in line took their turn shooting. "I don't remember you doing very well in Winter. But now, well you're magically a sharpshooter. I'll admit you beat me, but know that I will plan the worst date to extract my revenge." She didn't know how, but he must have cheated. Maybe the string had been loosened before she grabbed it. Something, he was just way too proud of it to be luck!

 

[xrakkax]

In the face of the impeding date of doom, Theo asked, “Will you be there?”

That felt like a trick question and her face showed her thoughts on it. "Yes...why wouldn't I be there? You got someone else you want to take on a date instead?"

“Nope.” Theo shook his head, grinning. “I ask because date only worst date if you are not there.” He pressed a hand to his heart, “Love of my life on date with me, is make all dates the best!”

She wanted to roll her eyes at such a cheesy comment, but honestly it just made her feel too good. "You're lucky you're cute, you know that? Still not gonna make it easy on you," she decided, nudging into him lightly.

Theo practically strut in response to the compliment. And he took it as a big one. There was no way he’d live this down if it ever came to light, but he would live in the moment with delight. He gave Willow a pandering kiss on the cheek before moving on to the next events.

Bear trailed after Molly often. Today was no different. She didn’t have to bend down to pet him as she walked over to Willow, “I don’t know what happened. You have a fever?” She checked but felt nothing different.

“Eh, next up, come on, come on.” Micha urged her. He wanted to see Molly swim.

“But I want to talk about the date.” Molly complained as he pushed her along.

The rest of the courses were pretty normal. But somehow, when Theo tried to impress everyone with log-throwing, he was also off his game— magically. And the man couldn’t say a word. Theo sighed as his family got their revenge. It wasn’t pleasant. He wondered if he was ready for the date of doom after all.

Speaking of, while Jovan helped Lyov to the bathroom, Molly kept an eye on everyone’s stuff. “So, you got to fill me in on what you have planned for the worst date.” Molly grinned, sitting on the chair. Bear enjoyed a good ear-scratching while she dug for info from Willow.

 

[Soliloquy]

While she wouldn't know the root cause, there was a silent satisfaction that came with watching him botch his turn tossing logs. She was fully aware of what those rippling muscles were capable of, and knowing he was thrown as well brought a smug grin to her face. "Hmm, maybe I should have bet you at log throwing. Might have beaten you today," she said, flexing her arm before they went on to the next activity.

At their break, Willow leaned against the chair, readjusting her hair that was starting to fall out of it's tie. "Oh you know, nothing too special," she said, although a twinkle behind her eye said something different. "I don't think I can actually plan a horrible date though, but I'll make him think it is. Just gotta chalk it up until he's dreading it and see if he tries to bail. I actually had this idea the other night that it'd be fun to just go to the train station and take the next train out, as long as it's coming back that night. Just go on an adventure, you know?"

 

[xrakkax]

Shifting to the side, Molly faced Willow better, pausing her petting of Bear, “That doesn’t sound at all like the worst date ever.” She was almost disappointed. But, they didn’t know anything other than today Theo got three bullseyes. Their indignation and scolding would have to wait. “The train sounds really cute though. I might steal the idea. As long as spontaneous adventure means making sure our schedule at the pub is factored in to it.” She chuckled

Someone didn’t appreciate the attention not being shared properly. Bear lifted his front and plopped his paws into Molly’s lap. The Southern Bell yelped as she, Willow, the stuff on the chair, the chair, and Bear fell over in a heap.

Molly struggled to put the chair to rights with Bear rubbing his face on hers. “Y-you okay Willow?” Molly managed to ask, still buried in fur. Willow’s help was much appreciated to simply get up, but Bear was still relentless in demanding attention. Then Molly saw a partly chewed pig-ear poking out of the trenchcoat. Molly picked it up and waved it to catch Bear’s attention. “Want your other half? Go get it!” Molly tossed into the line of trees to make it a challenge.

Finally they could fix the mess in peace! And as a helpful bonus Theo had seen it happen. He came over to check on them. Willow was examined first, of course. When all seemed well he gave her a rub on her back. There was no worry in the world until Molly heard a crunch. She looked down and saw a small detailed painting of a pretty woman on a thin ceramic oval under her foot.

“Molly! What is this?” Just the best timing, Jovan had come, holding Lyovs arm.

“Stars, I’m sorry, Bear knocked me down and all of stuff.” She felt like she was spewing excuses. “I should have done more. I’ll pay for it.” She offered, embarrassed, picking up the pieces.

Jovan sighed. He was awful hard to read in these situations. Until he spoke she could never tell. These moments of suspended tension always stressed her out. Jovan silently took the bits of broken porcelain. His mouth pressed in a grim line. Jovan looked up at Molly. In his eyes she could read his disappointment. “Is not a thing to buy. This handmade. Of my wife.”

Molly’s heart sank. “Oh, oh please Jovan, I’m so sorry. I really am.”

Wordlessly Jovan picked up his jacket and put the handful of pieces in the pocket they had dropped from when it had been whole. Lyov set a hand on Jovan’s shoulder and murmured sentiments of sympathy and also a call to gentleness. Jovan nodded in silence. “You forgiven, Myshka.” He said. Molly visibly relaxed. “Be more careful.” He looked down at Bear who had come back licking his lips. The dog got a quick visual of what was going on and saw in Jovans eyes the trouble he was in, and the boy whined, backing away in submission. “And you not get onto people who not ask it.” He said in a sharp voice. Lyov patted Jovan to take him to the car, and gave Molly a parting look of mercy.

When they were out of earshot Molly exhaled, “Oh my god. O my god.” She fanned her face. “Ah damn it, I can’t believe I stepped on his wife’s face.” She lamented.

Micha came up to see them distressed, “What is matter?”

“I stepped on Jovan’s picture of his wife.” She frowned. “He said he forgives me. I just feel a little sick.”

“Oh, Mollyshka. Tell me.” Micha put his arm around her as he listened. That night Bear wouldn’t be getting a chewy for Olympic day.

Theo ran a hand through his dark hair, his other hand around Willow. Jovan was not going to hold a grudge. He knew that. But it just sucked it had happened at all. He flashed Molly a sympathetic smile.

Micha kissed her head, “Is okay, Da? Jovan will feel better. He will be ok.”

“But the ceramic, it’s broken.” Molly frowned.

“Why not paint picture for Jovan? I find one of Aunt Alexandra.” Micha offered.

Molly nodded. That would make her feel better. Just something more than an ‘I’m sorry’ would feel more like she wasn’t riding on their courtesy or politeness. She inhaled and felt the anxiety leave on the exhale. “Thanks.” She smiled.

“What you guys talk about before this?” Micha asked, bringing some normality back to help Molly out.

“Oh, the date Willow is planning.” Molly, feeling better, decided to ride the wave Micha was kind enough to start for her. “You’re gettin’ it good, Theo.” Had to help Willow make it seem worse than it will be. Maybe the date itself won’t be horrible, but they could make the anticipation of the date of doom the worst!

Theo sighed, hand to his heart, “I dread.”

“Hey, why don’t we go on a double date? After the ‘worst date ever’?” Molly suggested. Theo was pretty busy, but they could finagle something. “Maybe before the end of March, so it can cap off the month on a good note.” Micha and Theo were up for that. “Willow?”

 

[Soliloquy]

Willow shrugged off her remark of it not being a bad date. Honestly, she thought that even if she did manage to pick the worst possible date, maybe picking up trash along a highway, if she was with Theo it really wouldn't be that bad. They'd probably make a game of it, teasing each other and then wind up in each others arms regardless. Tormenting him with the idea was much better in her mind.

A loud squeal sounded as they all went ass over tea kettle down to the ground, plenty of scolding and even a bit of swearing at Bear under Willow's breath. She'd managed to get back up without too much trouble, having been toward the top of the pile and not battling a giant dog to get up. She was just reassuring Theo that she was in fact fine when things went south fast. The crunch couldn't be anything good, and realizing just how bad it was, Willow felt guilty for Molly, despite neither of them doing anything wrong. Inhaling, she covered her mouth, flashing sympathetic looks to both Jovan and Molly.

"The painting is a good idea," she agreed when it was brought up, watching Jovan helping Lyov into the car. "We could find a nice frame for it. Maybe even see if we can incorporate the pieces of porcelain in a fitted glass case?" It wouldn't be easy, but they could at least try, or offer. Losing something attached to someone you'd already lost had to be absolutely unbearable. She knew she'd feel that way if she had anything to remember those she loved and lost.

"Oh yes, the date from hell," she dubbed it, an impish grin at just how well she was going to fake make the worst date. Thank you acting degree! As for the double date, "Oh yeah, we should! I actually can't believe we haven't thought of that before. Am I also in charge of planning this one?" They collectively agreed that it wouldn't need planning, just a fun date to a cafe and maybe a little extra treat after.

Rather than leave Theo in worry for too long, their worst date would come to be on Monday the 26th. The pub was closed and Theo was officially off-call, so it worked out perfectly. Probably the most terrible part of the day for Theo was the fact that he was forced to let Willow drive them to their destination; blindfolded even. She caught him reaching for something to grab more than once on route, and although she still hadn't learned much Russian, there were murmurs from the passenger seat that sounded universal for prayers.

As it turned out, their destination was a train station as she had tossed around with Molly. The first tickets out of Seabrook at 8 AM were to Lafayette, Louisiana, to which Willow informed him was where they were going - no arguing. The three hour train ride was a fun change from their normal routine, watching the scenery as they rode along and sharing fun stories from the day priors work each had separately. Once they arrived, she snatched up a tourist pamphlet that was offered in the station, quickly picking out things to do until their train home leaving at 7 PM that night. Through the pamphlet, they discovered many little aspects of Lafayette to do; the Azalea Trail was in full bloom, took a tour of a bayou, dined on local gumbo for lunch, and ended their walking around a fair they stumbled upon. Just before it was time to race back to the train station, Theo did grab tickets for them to both to go on the Ferris Wheel, enjoying a few moments together at the top that wouldn't have been complete without a kiss.





"So, what do you think? Did I do well for the worst date ever?" she asked, curled up beside him on the train ride back to Seabrook. "Or would you let me plan another one?"

Breathing in contentedly, Theo smiled down at her, "So awful! The kind you have to do again." He chuckled. Theo kissed her head. "As long as my love of my life is with me, you can plan all the dates, if you want."

 

[xrakkax]

Saturday, March 30th, 2018​

On the day Theo and Micha were meant to head off for Moon-Fishing they took care of their tasks before heading out with the girls to a local cafe. It was a modest mom-and-pop. The French flare was a fancy touch to the usual dusty southern street. While they didn’t have time to go on some big adventure they company made up for it. They sat outdoors to experience the Spring sun. There were a few people nearby but it didn’t feel crowded.

After they were seated by a woman named Trisha, as promised their server came to their side after giving them time to think their choices over. The burden of waiting on them fell, once again, on poor old Dave. As soon as he recognized Theo and Willow he felt himself freeze in place. All the outlets were quickly checked off in his mind and all of them failed him. Finally, he exhaled in defeat. “May I take your order?”

Theo chuckled, in the kind of way you hope the other person would see humor in what was going on, but realize you’re probably the only one who does, “Eh, hey Dave.” He coughed, finding comfort in his arm around Willow. “I would like green tea and eggs benedict.”

Molly swooned when she saw they had waffles topped with strawberries and cream. She asked for that and said, “Just water for me.”

Micha took the longest. Of all of them to order. He hummed and sighed. He just wasn’t sure they’d do a good job. After much fussing with Molly he chose. “Fine. I have grilled cheese and cup of soup.” Micha handed the menu back to good ole Dave. “But tell chef a fellow chef is going to eat his, or her, food, and to feel pressure.”

Molly rolled her eyes, whacking his arm. “Micha, would you just let the poor guy go?”

“That is all.” Micha raised his hands in peace.

Dave sighed, already weary. He did his best to force a smile, “I’ll get that started for you right away.” And they were sure he meant it with all his heart. The faster, the better.

Molly rubbed her temples in embarrassment. Micha had not one ounce of regret. He sipped the water. But instead of swallowing he swished it around, his eyes flicked up in thought. Molly shook her head, both eyes boring into his skull, “Micha, so help me, if you’re taking time to judge their water I will pour it on your head.”

Gulp! Micha hadn’t swallowed so fast in his life. He saw that Molly still pressed a massaging finger against her head. “You okay, Myshka?”

“Yeah, it’s just--” Molly huffed, “I don’t know. I’ve been having headaches lately. Even Natalia’s salves aren’t doing the trick.” She frowned. Maybe she was expecting Aunt Flo soon?

“You sleep not well either,” Micha noted. They may need another dreamcatcher. To plant the idea, he joked, “Maybe you old dreamcatcher?” he chuckled and sipped water, watching her.

Molly smiled, “I guess. I have been having strange dreams lately. No more crows.” She pulled out her phone. “This weird creature is in my dream. It’s so strange, don’t you think? I tried to draw what it looks like.”

It certainly looked scary enough. Both Theo and Micha faces paled. “What the hell…” Theo muttered.

“I know right?” Molly shook her head. It’s so creepy. She stowed the phone. “Anyway, no joke, I did sleep well with that dreamcatcher. Placebo or not, I want another.”

Micha nodded, “Yeah, I think it in you drawer. Put up tonight.” Molly halfheartedly agreed, since she didn’t feel the urgency. It was just string and feathers they were talking about.

Before Micha could make a fuss and draw suspicion Theo said, “So eh, family go to camping each year.” He began firmly. The girls attention was easy to grab here. “I talk Jovan to invite you two.”

“Really?” Molly had been preparing to live without Micha for a whole week. Now they had the chance to spend that week in the woods! Probably even hunt together. It felt like another step in their relationship. “Stars, that’s great!” She had been a little worried about the relationship between Jovan and her. The wondrous awe Jovan had in reaction to the painting Molly made of his wife had been a helpful visual that he had been on the mend. Molly took this as a sign she and him were good now.

 

[Soliloquy]

Their double date at the cafe was a pleasant chance for the four to spend a little time together without pressure of work or other obligations, at least for a few hours. The little cafe they had selected was quaint, even if it came with the painful coincidence of poor Dave. Even if they hadn't done anything wrong, she felt obligated to give him an apologetic look as she ordered her own meal; french toast and an English tea. She would not be demanding special attention for working in a restaurant, frankly just hoping they could leave without Dave overhearing the worst possible moment.

"That bad of a headache?" she muttered, just as worried as they were. She had been about to recommend making Micha give her a good scalp and neck massage to ease tension when talk of the bad dreams came up again. Her frown deepened at that news, unsettled at the image she added. "Dream catcher, for sure. Anything to help with those bad vibes you get." They hadn't made an appearance for awhile, so maybe they were just overdue.

The big news of them joining the family on their annual camping trip was just what they needed to change the mood of the table. "That is fantastic news," she agreed, long since overdue for a trip out of the city that might last more than a few hours. She had enjoyed their mini outdoor excursion on their first date, and she looked forward for more opportunities to interact in new ways with Theo. "As long as everyone's fine with it, I know I'd love to join you."

She really was excited to have all that extra time with him and the family, although that did bring to mind a question. One that had been avoiding for the last couple of months, even with Micha and Molly now living together. "Wait, so I can come on the trip for a week of being in the same area, sleeping and all, but still can't have me over to sleep at your place?" Her voice was more pressed curiosity and lacked anger, even if her patience was starting to get pressed.

"Good point. Maybe this test run. Make them at ease." Theo said, in a hopeful tone.

"Mmmhmm..."she murmured, clearly not convinced that was going to be the case. He might have skirted around a few topics, but she was getting good at keeping an eye on them and storing them for later.

Theo chuckled, "Красивый, I promise you. If goes well in camping trip, I think Granpa and Granya will see it won't be big deal at home. Da?" He assured her.

Her lower lip jutted out momentarily but she finally nodded in resolve. "Okay, fine. I can do that," she agreed.

 

[xrakkax]

Relieved to have once again dodged the bullet, Theo sipped his water and shared a look with Micha when the girls were occupied cooing over some baby they just noticed. While this camping trip felt like a novel advancement for Willow and Molly, the guys had reason to sweat. There was no telling if they were coming home at all. Depending on Willow, and now Molly's reaction, they may be vanishing from Seabrook come the fifteenth of April. These next steps of full integration into their new life on this crazy, crazy Earth meant allowing themselves the normality of wives and children. They couldn’t fight like they were struggling to the surface all their lives. The strives they’ve made would be all for not. The lives lost would be in vain. They just had to trust that their wisdom had not failed them. So far so good!

Once the women had moved on from the baby across the way, the four of them touched on a couple subjects. Theo had the bad luck of finding himself, saying, “--I will find you, and I will smother you--” just about when good old wide-eyed Dave set down his plate. Theo met him, eye to eye, in silence. Then he said, “--with kisses, Dave. I mean to say ‘smother you with kisses’, Da?”

Somehow that didn’t make it better. Dave cleared his throat, but it did nothing to stop the crack in his voice, “Sir, I just work here.” He set the last plate and left Theo sputtering helplessly for some miracle recovery. There was none.

“Dave, Daaaaave!” Theo called after the slender waiter bolting to the back. “C’mon Dave!” He whined.

Molly snorted in her laugh so hard that water came out her nose. Micha had only gotten the end of it because he had checked his phone. He desperately begged to know what happened. When it was relayed to him, he had no mercy. Micha even pointed a finger as he laughed.

Their uproar had to be hushed by a neighboring table. The four of them giggled into a quiet murmur so not to disturb the restaurant only to get kicked out. They had come so far. Besides, Dave didn’t struggle through their table to not get a nice tip.

Among the people who tossed a cursory glance at the riot of laughter had been Angela. She was tucked in a corner waiting for a couple of friendly acquaintances when she noticed that one of the four hooligans at the cafe reminded her of someone. There were a couple of possibilities. Bothered by the thought that she knew who she was looking at, but couldn’t place a name to the face, she fished out her phone to confirm.

Tara Shelby, a young, pleasantly plump woman with mousy brown hair and dusty brown eyes came walking to the table where Angela sat. She noted Angela’s wide eyes and craning neck. Tara glanced to see Theo. Most likely who she had been staring at. Tara dragged her chair out so she could sit. “Bend too far and you’re gonna fall over, girl.” She teased.

Angela looked at her as if she just appeared, “Oh, yeah, hah.” She said, clearly not having heard a word. The vantage point just wasn’t good enough to spy properly. Still, she leaned anyway. Maybe the phone would be better.

Tara’s brows drew together. “You okay Ang?

“Hm?” Angela blinked, looking back. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. It’s just--” Tara not being a Hunter had been difficult to navigate at times. But the girl was the sweetest thing, very supportive. Angela couldn’t figure out how she survived her angsty teen self when highschool hit. Everyone else had abandoned her. Friends these days often fared well only in good weather. Come a breeze and they’d fly away. Not Tara. “--he’s cute yeah?”

To answer, Tara took another look. “Mmm, he’s cute I guess. If you like long hair and beards. I prefer clean shaved and short hair.” She shrugged.

“Ciara coming?” Angela knew her girling out wouldn’t hit the right note with Tara. She just wasn't in the know to see the potential gossip that sat two tables over. Angela was almost antsy for her other friend to arrive.

“Yeah. There was just a long line is all.” Tara said, sipping her water that she wished was coffee. That should be coming shortly. Along with pancakes, sausage, and eggs.

 

[Soliloquy]

Of course, it wouldn't be a meal out with Dave involved if they didn't find someway to make him uncomfortable beyond reasoning. Barely hiding a chortle behind her napkin, Willow shook her head at her dear man's unfortunate luck. "You have no idea how much you frighten that man," she teased him. They were probably lucky that he hadn't voiced his concerns regarding the potential mafia man at this rate. The group quieted when they were asked to, continuing to talk with hushed excitement. not everyone could appreciate their love of life it seemed, or maybe their fellow patrons were still too short on caffeine to handle the day in general.

It wasn't long after Angela had settled in that the third member of their party joined them on the outdoor patio, her walk a comfortable sashaying motion. Her pale complexion was contrasted by her vibrant red hair, a short chopped mess atop her head. Wide amethyst eyes spotted the two girls, gracefully folding herself into one of the chairs, her back to the table of four that Angela was apparently trying to examine. Ciara Donahue gave Angela a thin, perked brow in question as she nodded to her phone.



"Anything interesting?" she said before flashing Tara a smile. Ciara knew Angela well enough to tell when those gears were grinding in her beautiful mind. While the two shared the passion and careers forged around the Hunting community, Tara was unaware of that connection. If Ciara recalled correctly, they had told her that they'd met at some leadership building seminar. Or maybe it was a concert? It'd been a few years and the topic hadn't need to be revisited, allowing the truth of their combined work to go beyond the knowledge of the blind Mundies they associated with.

 

[xrakkax]

Angela didn’t grow up rubbing elbows with the wealthy Hunter community. Her skills as an engineer earned her way by Wesley’s side. She had immense respect for Wes. He wasn’t a bad looker either. Angela sought the approval and encouragement of Wesley to the point she did as any old fangirl would-- got interested in things he was interested in, including the Mundies he kept an eye on. Willow Mae Crosse came up occasionally.

Angela trusted Wes, and she had seen a look in his eye that put the fear of God in her before, so she had no trouble believing that a man as fierce and intelligent as Wesley chose friends of quality. Aside from slight jealousy over Willow having once kissed her boss-- a thing she had fantasized over in the past, and never in the presence of his deadly wife (Inara gave her shivers)-- she didn’t have a bone to pick personally. Therefore it followed Angela would think well of Willow before even meeting her. Naturally, she shared these bits of info with her closest friends of the Hunter community. In this case, Ciara.

All that being said, today, right now, was quite the gold mine for Angela. Everest spoke with Wes over the speakerphone while she and him worked on the suits. Apparently Willow, sadly a dud, had gotten with a mystery man. Neither of the men was able to get a handle on this strange lover boy. Angela got super excited about finding them in Le Wild. She’d get all she could here and show it to the men later. It was always fun to find ways of connecting with your idols and hot boss.

“Yeah, actually.” Angela stowed her phone. Can’t chance Tara seeing all the pics she snapped of Theo and Willow. Casually Angela tilted her head to the table where sat Theo and Willow, “Just appreciating the view.” She waited until her Hunter-savvy friend caught sight of the duo. “They make an adorable couple, don’t you guys think?”

Tara hadn’t thought to judge the pairings. A quick study later and she had her opinion ready, “Yeah, I think their color palettes work well. Plus, it’s always nice that the man is taller. Makes it a classy look.” She happily received her plate just then, taking up fork and knife to dig in, while adding, “But I think they’d look a little better if she cut her hair short, and if he at least shaved his beard.”

To each their own. Angela didn’t mind the beard or long hair. But she did think maybe his skin could be a little tanne-- She snapped her mind from wandering. The question had existed for Ciara, in reality. Angela took a sip, watching her friend's face.

 

[Soliloquy]

Unlike her friend, Ciara was very much rooted in the Hunting community through her parents wealth and contributions to the more prominent Hunting faces. The Donahues had learned generations back that they lacked the stomach to behead a vampire or stake anything really; far too filthy. As a result, they'd grown to be a resource family, focused on cold-blooded killers just what they needed. Owning one of the largest jet manufacturing companies seemed to be their largest contribution.

Reaching up and rubbing her arm along her neck, Ciara tilted her head to follow the nod that Angela had directed. Looking at the table, she hardly noticed the male half of the couple, although her eyes settled on Willow for probably longer than should have while she was canvasing their table. Such a beautiful complexion and wonderfully plump lips, although no doubt not what Angela had been investigating. Focusing, there was something painfully familiar in her face structure, although some details just felt wrong for the first person to come to mind. When Willow's attention had turned and the early light hit those chocolate eyes just right, a certain doe of a child struck her memory instead.

Lips pursed together and brows perked with an intrigued facade, she turned back toward Angela. "Oh yes, quite the pair," she agreed, interrupted only as she placed her own order for a latte. Her own experience with Willow was on the tip of her tongue, although it'd have to be kept quiet in light of their third wheel. She'd seen the Crosse youngest at many functions growing up, although as they journeyed into adulthood she had all but vanished. The word that she was not one within the hunting community of course spread, everyone on the same page to avoid uncomfortable conversations should someone stumble upon the prominent name. Several had frowned at the thought, some mothers sharing Anita's disappointment, but Ciara was one who felt it was only appropriate. The little girl in braids who wouldn't play her games could never have grown up to be a ruthless hunter. She never had it in her.

The mystery man beside the girl blind to her own heritage was no doubt Angela's excitement more than anything. She eagerly looked for ways to appease her boss, no doubt trying hard to gain that approval she'd often sought. If Ciara hadn't known her better, she'd have to attribute it to daddy issues. As it stood, she merely ran her finger along her jawline in thought. "He does look a little rough around the edges for her. Too soft of a face," she commented, aware of Wesley and Everest's concerns that had been eavesdropped on.

 

[xrakkax]

There was too little to say that would be worth it as long as Tara was with them. Angela swallowed her words for the time being. Besides, she’d be gone for three months with Ciara. Likely she wouldn’t be seeing Tara for a while. Text and calls weren’t always enough for Angela. Especially since Spain, being her first real long vacation, would be spent among the culture and the sights.

Occasionally Angela caught herself drifting attention to the four. She even tried to snag their waiter during a bathroom break for information. As weirded out as Dave had been of Theo-- and maybe because of that-- he respectfully told her he wasn’t about to lose his job over gossiping about patrons. Aside from that, Angela did her visit with Tara justice.

Just Theo, Willow, Micha, and Molly had finished their meal Angela noticed that Molly checked her phone and mentioned the time in a tone of surprise. Micha suddenly urged the women up. Theo joined him, waving his hand for the girls to get going. They insisted quite forcefully, in Angela’s opinion. But she didn’t know them personally. It was possible she simply read them with prejudice. It wouldn't be the first time.

Angela sighed. They hadn’t gotten much from watching. And Dave was tight-lipped. Really, nothing seemed especially interesting. Angela paid the bill this time around. It was often that Angela did so when she took Tara out. Tara was too poor for this kind of venue. Angela had her job with Wes that paid six figures. And Ciara had gotten the tab last time.

“Alright girls, it was great talking and stalking.” Tara chuckled. She was amused they had spent so much time gawking at some strange couple. “I gotta get down to the docks.” Her job at the Fish’n’Tackle took up most of her weekends. “Thank you for visiting, guys, this was really nice! Have fun in Spain!” She said as she got up.

“Keep in touch.” Angela smiled, returning a wave from her retreating Mundie friend. Once gone Angela turned to Ciara. “You know Cory? He and Rosalie Crosse are a thing.” She told her as she got her bag over her shoulder. “Rumor is they slept together on the balcony over the ballroom.” Angela chuckled. “They didn’t though. He was a cute guy, very sweet. Good dancer. Ugh, everyone is paring off recently. I’m not even twenty-three and I feel ol--Oof!”

Before Angela could finish her thoughts a black-haired woman with a curious white patch on the forefront of her head collided with her. Angela's purse flopped to the ground.

“Oh, shite, sorry!” The accent brought up thoughts of the Emerald Isle. “Here, let me help--”

In the second the woman offered Angela thought of her gun. “No, it’s okay!” She hurriedly dipped down to shovel the spillage in without regard to the pebbly ground. It was a good thing too, because she noticed she still had her H-Guard employee tag. The corner of it poked out enough to see Angela’s face on the plastic. Thank God it hadn’t tumbled off and away like her lipstick or her phone. Once Angela looped the bag over her shoulder she offered a forced smile, “Got it. I got it.” She glanced back at Ciara with a flush of embarrassment. As much as she’d have liked to leave then, a group of patrons leaving the cafe passed on both sides, blocking them to a standstill.

Obviously the interaction hadn’t pleased either of the parties, but the couldn’t shake her guilt that was compounded by Angela’s anxious clamor before she could politely fix her folly. Now that the crowd had them in place, she felt compelled to explain herself. The black haired, white front patch woman said, “Yah see, I was grabbin’ me phone outta me handbag.”

Delicate laughter met their ears like a sweet song, accompanied by the click of heels, “Moira, you got to stop digging in your purse while you walk. Second time this week.” This young lady, early twenties, blue-silver hair and eyes, stood much differently than her companion. The kind of posture and beauty akin to Willow and the etiquette of the sort the Crosse family and other wealthy.

Something was familiar about her. Angela couldn’t place it. Although the people had left, she was now enthralled in the face before her. The look of study, in addition to a few of Angela’s loosed hairs from her ponytail floating over her face that gave the girl a bit of a wild look, prompted the woman to asked, “Are yah alright, girl?”

“Uh, yeah.” Angela swiped away the unruly threads. “Uh, what’s your name?”

Smiling pleasantly, she answered, “Alassiel De Levigne.”

Ah! Yes! The model! Angela’s good luck seemed to stack today, “Oh wow, yeah, from Europe!”

“That’s right.” Moira said to Angela, and glanced to where Theo and Micha were just getting up. She tapped Alassiels arm. “We need to get goin’.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Alassiel fluttered her fingers in farewell before trailing after Moira.

Angela glanced at Ciara with a relieved sigh, and a smile to know they met a hot model. But when she faced forward to navigate through the tables, she saw Moira and Alassiel greet Theo and Micha. Micha gave Alassiel a kiss to each cheek. Theo wrapped an arm around Moira’s shoulders in a lingering hug. While this could have been friendly, Angela thought of how the men shoo’d the women to leaving and how Moira insisted they ‘needed’ to get going. Angela shared a suspicious glance with Ciara. They trailed them to a dark corolla. The men opened the doors for the women.

“Okay, now, I don’t know about you, but that looks shady.” Angela frowned. Maybe Angela had seen too many shows or ready too many gossip blogs, but when was it not news for a model to get in a car with a guy who just had a date with a girlfriend? Angela crossed her arms in judgment and disappointment.

 

[Soliloquy]

Ciara also bid Tara a healthy farewell, personally pleased the luncheon was over. Not only were they not getting anything accomplished for work (transitioning to a vacation was not going to be easy for her) but the four behind them weren't even keeping things interesting. She'd kept an ear turned to them, but it seemed to be for naught in the end.

"Does that mean you're going to give up on the Cromwell boys finally?" she questioned at the mention of Rosalie and Cory. "I mean, I wouldn't dare walk near anything a Von Helsing has laid claim to and Cory's too bashful for you. Let him deal with the blonde." Especially one of questionable heritage. Even as a Crosse, it was well-known that she'd been adopted into the family, publicly recognized as Anita Crosse's niece.

Following Angela out, she had nearly wound up on the ground alongside her friends purse as everything tumbled out, walking right into her. She'd been about to offer her own scolding when the deep Irish accent caught her ears, from the root cause of the collision it seemed. While Ciara herself was raised in the states and lacked much of a dialect at all, her paternal grandparents still lived in Ireland, so she was quite familiar with the slurred words.

That wasn't what held her attention though, instead sharing an interest as Angela did in the gentler creature to approach them. There was a softness to her that kept her gaze longer than one might not have, and not because of her famed status. She offered a soft smile of her own, muttered apologies for getting in their way. Her own thoughts were interrupted when she followed Alassiel's movements toward the two men they'd been observing. Ugh, go figure.

"I've been telling you men are nothing but shade for years," she said with a factual tone, rummaging around in her purse until she came up with her rental keys. "Now, are we going to just stand here and agree that women are superior, or are we going to find out what these slimeballs are up to? Even if she's a Mundie, don't you agree it's only right someone knows if she's with a snake of a man?"

 

[xrakkax]

Angela would have liked to tell Ciara she had given up on Cory, but there were always their relatives in England, the aforementioned events took that moment away. And while Angela may have normally said a word or two in defense of men-- they at least were good for a tumble--she was too wrapped up in indignation to start that quabble.

“Let’s do this.” Angela nodded resolutely to her friend.

The two practically sneaked out of sight of the corolla like Shaggy and Scooby. Ciara lead the way to the blue sedan. Angela took out her phone. Thanks to her work with Wes she had superior tracking capabilities. A few clicks later and she got sight of the moving car through H-Guard access satellites. Just in case their targets got suspicious and they had to back off. So far they had little trouble.

“Oh if those guys are cheating--” Angela huffed, shaking her head. Between all the ‘good ones’ marrying off and losing out on Cory, Angela was beginning to think her biased besty was onto something. “--I might just reconsider your offer, Ciara.”

"Well, I'm not saying it's a perfect team to pitch for, but I've never had to trail after a pair of cheating chicks before," she pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders, admittedly surprised to hear Angela's possible interest in joining team taco. Then again, it could have just been a heated remark.

Angela thought it over, “True. I mean, we don’t know if this ‘Moira’ and--” Well as much as it was disappointing to think a seemingly sweet girl like Alassiel was a ho, Angela said, “--and we’re not sure Miss De Levigne are doing this knowingly. I guess we’ll just have to see.”

This was no clear statement she had truly considered swinging the other way. Angela had indeed leaned heavily to men, but she had, on occasion, joined Ciara in admiring women. At the very least, Ciara knew Angela wasn’t a vicious person. She had never put down Ciara over it. In fact, in a huff, Angela has outright told Ciara she needs to get out of the sky and settle down with a nice girl.

About then the girls saw the corolla pull into the Old Bear. It was closed today. They glided off to the side in the lot of a business next to the pub. Angela discreetly watched through her flip-down mirror as four got out. They walked to the front where Micha pulled out keys. The doors opened, Theo held it so the others might walk in, and then they shut it behind them.

Angela noted there was an upper floor, “I bet that has bedrooms.” The idea of these guys banging other girls right after a date with their ‘girlfriends’ boiled her blood. “Oh Wes and Everest will skin him.” She looked at Ciara. “Thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”