GP/EP: Check-In Day: Turning Tricks into Treats

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Instead of the remains of a raucous night of dedicated drinking, the chairs were up on the tables, the counter was cleaned, the floor had been vacuumed and mopped as appropriate. Kitty had had plenty of time to straighten up at close yesterday, since almost everyone seemed more interested in drinking in Bonesville. For her part, she'd had enough after her and Wyatt's little adventure in Funland. At least, she'd had enough for the few days it would take her to heal.

On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.

If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.

By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.

[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]

Comments

Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

This sucked. Everything sucked. Or maybe it didn't? Bo couldn't quite decide if it was a good or bad thing she wasn't going to see Lauren any time soon. On the one had, she wasn't going to be able to make an atonement, but on the other she wouldn't have to face Lauren's heartbroken face for a while. Could you even make up for killing someone's girlfriend?

Somehow she found her way into the bar and slumped onto a stool. "Beer. Wine. Tequila. Whatever." Bo just needed to have a bit of a pity party right now.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_arknaked]

If he was honest he'd known he'd find her there before he entered the bar. Coming into the lobby he'd recognized a familiar scent, and was immediately on alert until he located her.

Happy to see her wasn't quite how he'd describe the emotion - certainly he could FEEL happiness but feeling anything where Bo was concerned was a thorny issue. And he wasn't entirely sure what he felt as he moved across the bar and slid onto the stool beside her.

"Bo." Chatty isn't he.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

She had felt him when he came in the room. She didn't exactly know it was Dyson, but a succubus could always feels people they were with and with Dyson it was a whole more complicated. Still, after a few drinks, Bo was passing it off as some weird wistful thinking. That is until he sat down and said her name.

Her head whipped up. She paused, at first not knowing what to say. "Dyson?" Her voice was confused, disbelief, and there was the faintest of quivering. Suddenly the events from back home were fresh again and Lauren's crying rang in her ears.

Bo stared at Dyson without moving for a long minute or two and then without much thought behind it, leaned forward to hug him tightly. He had disappeared - again - and she missed him, but more than anything she just needed someone who knew her right now.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_arknaked]

He returned the hug awkwardly, but not without warmth, as happy to see a familiar face as she was despite having been at the inn longer.

"Please tell me you didn't end up here because you were looking for me." That would be too much.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

She pulled away, thankful for the hug. It steadied her much like a shot of strong whiskey did, only better. Bo really had missed him.

"No." She shook her head. "Though it's not like I didn't want to go look for you or anything. Just, you know, the whole Garuda and impending war thing made it hard to leave everyone who needed help."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_arknaked]

If the implied censure stung it didn't show.

"I had to deal with some things," not an excuse for leaving them but it was true. Archer had almost succeeded in making him destroy himself, he'd been on a razors edge and staying hadn't been an option.

But how did he explain that to someone who hadn't met Archer?

"And I knew you had everything under control."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

There was a pause before Bo responded. She looked down at her hands on the countertop. "But I don't. I don't Dyson. Things.. Things are getting really bad."

Her fingers curled up until she had two fists on the counter. In a very quiet voice after taking a deep breath, Bo finally admitted it out loud. "I had to kill Nadia."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_arknaked]

"What did she do?" Because if Bo had killed her, there was a good reason.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

She thought about the scene in the apartment for a moment. "She was a spy for the Garuda. Or at least I thought she was when I went to Lauren's apartment and then when I got there it became clear she was and things got really complicated." A pause. "And then she attacked Lauren so I just... I stopped her. And then... I left. Lauren was - she was really upset and I just... left. And I ended up here."

Lauren probably would never talk to her again.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"You sound like I feel right now," Jackson stated, a glass of bourbon already in front of him - and it wasn't his first.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

She looked over at the man. "Oh, I feel that way too, I'm just really good at keeping that off my face." Bo listed up the beer that was placed before her in a 'cheers'.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Be a shame, seeing that much confusion on such a pretty face," Jackson confirmed, and toasted her right back before knocking back the rest of his drink. Not so long ago, he would've said the words hoping for it to land him between her thighs. Now, it was fact more than anything else. She was stunningly beautiful, and being half drunk had never stopped him from noticing that.

But tonight, he was more interested in the bottle from which he poured himself another drink than in what paying her compliments might get him. Didn't mean she wouldn't be getting the compliments, though.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

A grin spread over her face. The man had some charm to him and what woman didn't like a nice compliment? She pressed the bottle against her lips and took a long draw as she looked him over, trying to size him up.

"I'm Bo. Just got here today."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Ah, a companion of misfortune," Jackson pronounced, turning his head to look at her again, fingers curled around his newly filled glass. "Did they feed you the same line about no one bein' able to leave?"

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

"They did." She nodded as she slowly turned the bottle in a circle on the counter. "I'm guessing you don't particularly believe them?"

Bo wasn't sure she believed it either. She was sure there was some way out.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"It was a bit too close to sundown to head out tonight," Jackson confirmed. "Guess I'll be doin' that tomorrow."

He wouldn't believe anything this preposterous until he had experienced it for himself. Could as easily be the scientist in him as the mule-headed.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

Bo nodded again. She appreciated the practical approach. "Me? I'm thinking I might try to find however it is that is keeping us here. My guess it's someone who's hiding in plain sight. I figured enough conversation with my fist might make them let us all go back home." She winked.

Plus she really wanted to punch something.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

Sam didn't tend bar, but he'd been here longer than anyone but Snow and Steph, and they'd all come together. They'd figured out where the alcohol was almost before they'd been to their rooms.

So he kept walking past the newcomer with the dark hair and dark eyes and great legs until he got around the other side of the bar. "Tequila," he said and put a bottle in front of her and a glass. Then grabbed a pitcher and filled it with whatever Kitty had on draft. "Beer. Skip the wine if you're going for blackout. Last thing you're going to want tomorrow when you're trying to find your way out of here is a sugar hangover."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

Bo looked up and paused. At least the people here were all very easy on the eyes. She let her eyes wander just a smidgen before taking the glass and pouring some tequila for herself. Her lips pressed into a smile. "Sounds like someone knows their way around a good night out."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

Sam repressed the urge to blush and duck his head. Instead, he answered, "Someone knows his way around trying to forget." Jesusfuck she was hot. "I'm Sam."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

"I'm pretty seasoned in that too." Of course really forgetting had not been fun and almost ended up with her married for hundreds of years. Bo tried to push that unfortunate moment out of her mind - no thank you.

"I'm Bo. It's nice to meet you Sam." She took a sip of tequila. Kenzi would definitely like the liquor quality in this place if she was here.

"When you get through into another world while in the middle of some complicated stuff, it kind of messes with your happy meter."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

"You find out pretty quick, almost everyone was in the middle of something complicated when they got here." Almost. Not everyone. "But even if they weren't, getting ripped away from family and friends messes with most peoples' happy meter." Except Sora. He swore that kid would be cheerful in the middle of a hail of bullets in a blizzard during a blackout when he was hobbling around on a broken leg.

"If you want to talk specifics, I'm pretty hard to shock. If drinking and hitting things is more your style, I can tell you who not to get in a fight with." He quirked her a little smile. If he'd met her at home, he'd have guessed her for a hunter. She had that look in her eyes.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

"Does that mean there are people I should get into a fight with?" She grinned wryly as she played with her glass. Bo wasn't actually a fight-seeker. Not usually, anyways, but sometimes it was nice when bad guys decided to pick a fight.

"I'm getting the sense people who've been here a lot are used to seeing a lot of strange things... unless you're saying you're used to that stuff even back home."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

"Both," Sam answered her. Some people kept their skills secret when they got here. Sam had never been one of them. He and Dean had started temporarily exorcising ghosts from guest rooms by request within a few weeks of other people getting here. He kept the fact that he was a demon-tainted precognitive clairsentient telekinetic to himself, but that was mostly because he preferred people not know he was a monster. "Think Ghostbusters meets Blair Witch with The Exorcist thrown in for good measure."

He grabbed himself a beer stein and one for her and filled them both from the pitcher. "Pick guys over women to fight. I've never met so many women who can throw you across the room without breaking a sweat."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

Bo wasn't sure she wanted to admit she hadn't watched two of the three movies he mentioned but she did know the gist of them from Kenzi - what would she do without Kenzi? So Sam must be something like Hale and Dyson only human. He didn't seem to give off the 'I'm a Fae' vibe.

Her expression turned somewhat sultry at his comment about the women. "I don't know. That sounds like it could be a lot of fun." Her eyebrows lifted a little in a playful manner. It's how she often liked her men too, if she were being honest. "Although I like a little sweat. Not really any fun otherwise." She was speaking both for actual fighting and for more pleasurable activities.