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

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]

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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."

"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?"

"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.

"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.

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.

Jackson blinked at her. "I don't know nearly enough women who like to talk with their fists." But, wait, back up. He frowned at her. "You think we really are stuck? Four hours in any direction and we'll wind up back here?" It sounded impossible to him, and he couldn't see how anybody would buy that without wanting to check it out.

"You need to meet more women then." She winked playfully at him with a sultry smile on her lips before she took another sip from the beer bottle. Sometimes she liked talking with her legs too.

Bo shrugged at his question. Kitty didn't strike her as the lying type. "I mean, with the right sort of magic I'm sure anything is possible. Trust me, I've seen some really weird shit... but what I also know is that there is always a way to win."

"Magic," Jackson echoed. Well, she was probably in on it, too. Anyone who looked like her - and who could give such looks - would be great in a scheme.

Bo was very familiar with that tone and she tensed a little, realizing the mistake. Somehow, she had convinced herself everyone here was used to weird things much like Kenzi now when she encountered a new Fae. Of course, she also remembered when other humans had been liked when they learned the truth.

She sighed. "Sorry... I guess I just kind of assumed you..." Bo shook her head. "Never mind. The point is someone brought us here, right? So, I'm going to find them and stop them."

"No, no, I'm curious," Jackson told her. He might as well get the full tall tale out of her, even if he wasn't going to believe a word of it. He was hoping to be entertained. "Magic?"

She looked at him for a long second, trying to figure out what his reaction would be, but he was a hard man to read. With another sip of her beer, she figured what the hell.

"Alright. Well, where I come from there are two types of people. There are humans and then there are Fae. Basically all those things from fairytales and stories are true, they just are good at hiding in plain sight. And some of them can do magic. Not David Copperfield magic. More like Harry Potter Hogwarts stuff." Not that she'd seen any of the movies, much to Kenzi's chagrin.

"There ain't no magic in David Copperfield," Jackson replied with a frown. As for Harry Potter Hogwarts, he had no idea who or what that might be.

"That's my point. I'm talking about real magic. The kind that can make you forget who you are so you agree to marry your not-so-great boyfriend and your friends have to come and stop you from making a big mistake. That kind." Bo couldn't do magic, exactly, so it wasn't like she could show him.

There was no fake magic in David Copperfield either, that he knew of, but Jackson let it slide. Seemed like it meant something different to her than it did to him. Better to focus on what she was saying. "That kind of magic sounds a lot like alcohol," he pointed out, raising his glass to take a drink.

She grinned. He might not believe it, but at least he had a good sense of humour. "Definitely felt like that for a long time until I figured out there was more to the world than what I knew."

"So which one are you?" Jackson asked, playing along. "Human or fae?" She looked human, for sure.

Bo paused, then extended her hand, palm up. "You tell me." If he was adventurous enough to touch her hand, he'd get all sorts of good feelings that would tingle throughout his body.

Jackson frowned slightly, and held her gaze for a second before putting his hand in hers. Never let it be said he wouldn't take a pretty woman's hand, after all.

And then holding her gaze became staring at her in awe, fascination, even something damn close to love, right in the moment, strong as it felt, cutting through his inebriation. Very sexual love, sure, but hey. He'd always been a passionate man, and the sensations he was feeling... He couldn't even think about how none of this was normal, right then, taken up as he was in what he was feeling, his rough fingers wrapped warmly around Bo's.

He felt like he'd do just about anything for her right then.

Had she been her mother, or the even the daughter she wanted her to be, Bo would have taken advantage of him right then and there. Bo however, liked to think she wasn't anything like her mother and so she gave the man's hand a reassuring squeeze for comfort and then withdrew herself.

Depending on the man's willpower and inner strength would depend on how lingering some of the effects were. Often it faded in stages with the last thing to go was the euphoric feeling.

Once the contact ceased, Jackson's first thought was that he ought to introduce Bo to Susan. Thinking of Susan at all helped clear his mind a little, and he shook his head, trying to fight off the lingering haze - which would hopefully lead certain parts of his anatomy to standing the hell down.

"That's a hell of a trick, darlin'," he told Bo, his heart beating a little too hard. What had it been? He took a very healthy drink from his glass to try and break away from... whatever that had been.

She smiled both in 'thank you' way combined with an apology. "Sorry... it was the only way I could think of showing you proof." Well, she could have sucked his chii but this was this guy's first day here and he was also clearly unaware of how weird the world actually was so Bo wanted to give him a break.

"I'm Bo, by the way." She didn't extend her hand since she figured that wouldn't go over so well. She did, however, lift her own glass in a little 'cheers'.

"Jackson," he replied, still frowning and trying to push past it. Thoughts of Susan, of Whitechapel, they helped. She'd likely dipped her hand in one sort of drug or another, to have that effect on him. That was the most likely explanation.

Susan would make a killing with whatever that drug must be.

"You ever thought of going into business with that?"

An eyebrow raised at the comment. It wasn't actually the first time a question like that was posed to Bo, but it still caught her off guard. Despite enjoying sex immensely, she wasn't sure making it a career was right for her.

"You mean like, a brothel?" She shook her head. "No thanks. I think I make a pretty good detective instead. I like helping people." Sometimes she did use her powers to help people too

"You think whores don't help people?" Jackson pointed out, amused, and without a hint of judgment for the profession - more like fondness, if anything. He was feeling a little more like himself, and forced himself to focus on the conversation, rather than the curve of her lips. "But you're a detective, huh?" He took another drink, finishing his glass, then grabbed the bottle to pour himself another.

"I never said that. I just like having a little more say over my partners." And if Bo were being really honest with herself, she worried something like that would awake her more primal self and she'd end up like her mother. Bo do not want to be like her mother.

She nodded. "I am. Most of the time anyways. Missing people, problems the police can't or won't solve - that sort of thing."

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