Helpless

[astraeia]

It pisses me off when there's nothing I can do to help a friend in trouble. I mean, I'm the one who went into the freaking past last summer because my friends needed me to... and the very person who got us back from there is the one who's in trouble now. Taffy. She never asked for anything for doing that favor for us. Not even thanks. And some

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[astraeia]

I'm heading back to the bar to get the Wicked Witch of the West's drink when I see I have a new customer. She looks a bit familiar, somehow, but I don't think I've seen her before. "Hi," I say, ducking behind the bar. "What would you like?"

I begin mixing Heather's next screwdriver.

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That gets my attention. I put the glass down and track the redhead's gaze. She's staring straight at Heather, and the look in her eyes gives me those good, vengeancy chills. "You're a friend of Stef and Taffy's?" I ask.

I quickly pour her a Jack and coke.

[astraeia]

I keep my voice low. "So then you know the situation, I assume?"

God, I hope Stef doesn't choose this night to come by. That could be a disaster. We may have a catfight before the end of the evening. Not that I'd mind that very much.

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"To...?" I tilt my head to the side, confused. I stare at her again. Her grandbaby? If this girl's even twenty, I'll eat my apron. But that would mean...

"You're her, aren't you?" I ask.

[astraeia]

Of course. "I'm Astra," I say, "but then I imagine you already knew that."

I glance over at Heather, who's looking impatient for her drink. "I'm not pleased about it either. That woman has spent a couple of months at least tormenting Taf."

[astraeia]

"Mm," I reply. I'd like to see to her, and I can tell she would, too. I pick up Heather's drink and head over there.