multi-pup&mun post // Sunnydale AU-squared // Bar

[mm_catslash]

The door opens. A teenage boy pauses in the doorway with a look of relief, then glances back over his shoulder.

"Hey, guys!" he calls. "I found Milliways!"

He steps inside, and is followed a moment later by two more teenage boys who would appear, at first glance (and second, and third) to be twins. The most immediately obvious difference

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[not_lugosi]

Isabella Talbot ditched her first name before her parents' corpses were cold. Abigail. Seriously? What self-respecting socialite could go by an ugly name like that?

That wish she made was the best wish ever. She'll have to thank the girl who stopped by the playground and made that happen.

She's been on the move since they died. This is partly because she enjoys traveling and partying on said travels. It's also because she seems to have picked up a pesky curse. Damn hellhounds on her trail...

Milliways is just one place she loves to go. And who should she see here tonight but her old classmate, Cal Chandler and his cute, identical friends!

Rowr.

"Oh my god, Cal, hiiiii," she says, slinking over in her four-inch Mahnola Blahniks, tight black dress, and dirty martini in hand. "It's been ages."

[americas_son]

Pause.

Cal blinks. She looks familiar, but -

No.

Really?

No.

". . . Abby?"

[if_inconvenient]

A glance at Tony shows he is still thoroughly occupied with his drink, which is a good sign that things are seriously wrong.

Sherlock looks back at the newcomer, lifting an eyebrow. He is usually a very deliberate person, but he doesn't entirely notice the way he shifts protectively closer to Tony.

[not_lugosi]

"Oh, not Abby. I haven't gone by that horrid name in nearly four years."

She waves her hand in a "forget that" kind of gesture, and then she turns her charming smile on one of the cute, identical friends.

"Isabella Talbot. My friends call me Bella, so you all must call me that, too."

Or the acquaintances she sleeps with. Whichever.

"How the hell are you, Cal? Tristan Clark - you remember her, right? - told me about your father. So sorry."

She does a very convincing 'I'm sorry' face.

[americas_son]

. . . Jesus, she has really changed. He remembers Abby as a lot less - outgoing. And less fashion-conscious.

"Thank you," he says automatically. There have been countless condolences in the last couple of weeks, and Abby - Bela - is better at faking it than most. "Bela. Uh. This is Tony Stark, and this -"

He realizes the second before he says it that he's never introduced Sherlock out loud to anyone before. This should be interesting.

"- is Sherlock Holmes."

[toblameforit]

At that, Tony finally looks up. Not for his name, but for Sherry's.

[not_lugosi]

"Sherlock Holmes? Your parents must have had a strange sense of humor! Lucky you."

Poor kid. That's worse than Abigail.

(She's had one martini already, so that might explain why she doesn't think about twins having different last names. Or maybe she just doesn't give a fuck!)

"It's great to meet you both. Cal and I were in school together a long, long time ago."

Tony Stark? She's heard that name, hasn't she? Cute. Cute, cute, cute. Both of them. All three of them. Triple rowr.

"So what are you boys up to? Are you still in school or have you got the hell out?"

[americas_son]

. . . If Cal even looks at Sherlock or Tony right now, he will start laughing.

So he doesn't. He keeps his eyes on Bela instead (which isn't exactly a hardship - hey, no one said anything about change being a bad thing) and says,

"I'm graduating this year. About time." Is she from the same point of the timeline as they are? With the dress and the shoes and the - everything, he honestly can't tell.

He skips mentioning that they just got out of a funeral.

[toblameforit]

He eyes her for a long moment, decides he can't be bothered, and goes back to his drink.

[if_inconvenient]

"Are you wearing a single item of jewelry that isn't stolen?" he inquires. "I cannot quite decide."

[not_lugosi]

First of all, fine. Tony's short, anyway.

Second of all, what the fuck? How did he know they were stolen? It's not that Bela can't afford to buy as much jewelry as she bloody well wants. It's simply much more fun to steal it.

"Aren't you funny? The sense of humor must be hereditary."

She turns to Cal. "I'm done with school. I sat my A levels last year and said 'Enough of that.' Now it's just me and my trust fund and the world as my school."

[americas_son]

Cal does not even have the energy to try to mediate.

And, okay, the look that was on Bela's face for a couple seconds was pretty funny.

(Does Watson feel like this a lot? He really should at least try to read the books one of these days.)

"Sounds like fun," he says. "I've mostly been taking care of things at home." Which is true, broadly speaking.

[if_inconvenient]

His lips quirk into a mischievous little smile.

[not_lugosi]

"You poor thing," she coos. Cal is hot. And not short.

She ignores little Mr. Sherlock Holmes. What the fuck ever.

"But at least you can come here. Isn't this the most marvelous place?"

[americas_son]

Cal is pretty sure he can glance at the other two without dissolving into giggles laughter, so he risks it. Just to keep tabs with them.

"Yeah," he says. "We've seriously been needing a vacation. I'm not leaving for like a week."

[toblameforit]

Tony: still drinking.