[NT] - Revel

[shaman_x]

[Open to everyone!]

Turn the right way down any street, glance down an unexpected alley, maybe you'll see it out of the corner of your eye. Maybe you'll catch a hint of the music drifting out of the invitingly open wooden doors. There's always something. It wants to be found, this in, this bar, this club, this pub, this restaurant. It has many

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[paige_husk]

Paige doesn't understand magic. She hates that she doesn't understand it. Paige Guthrie likes to understand things. She really does. It's kind of a sickness. She's also a bit of a control freak. Good thing she's cute or who knows how her boyfriend would put up with her.

She's here sans boyfriend though. She could only convince him to attend one social engagement with her this year and he was happily at home playing with his new guitar. And hopefully not killing their fish.

Poor Fishy Starsmore. The thing was loved just a little too much.

But so here she was, in simple jeans and a sweater and intent on figuring out how the hell the magic worked.

[paige_husk]

Paige whirls around at her name and beams at Jean-Paul.

"I ain't allowed ta go home drunk, Jean-Paul. So if'n I do get a drink--an' it ain't gonna be eggnog--it's gotta last me all night." Because one drink is all it takes to do Paige in. Seriously. Canon fact there. Her pool table appearance is legendary. "An' ya ain't allowed ta pour it down my throat."

It's her turn for a wicked grin. "So ya hangin' out near the mistletoe?"

[paige_husk]

Paige isn't buying the innocent act at all.

"Really? Who thought it was a good idea ta let those two loose at a party together?" She glances around, trying to spot the two teenage witches. "Yeah, no temptin' fate. Pretty sure everyone would like ya ta be alive."

[paige_husk]

"I already conned him inta attendin' the Stark/Frost ball later on so I'm flyin' this one solo." Which basically means Jono is back at their room listening to vinyl and hopefully not killing their fish. She's not giving the thin CPR no matter what he thinks.

"An' she tells ya yer gonna die?" She's shocked anyone could do that. "Does she tell ya how? Cable won't tell me how I died in his timeline."

[paige_husk]

"That's cause he is one," Paige murmured. Go ahead and hear her Cable. What are you gonna do? Nothing. That's what.

"And what? She hates ya that much? That ain't good, hon. Ya should never tick off witches." Paige shook her head and spied the Doombot. "Oh mah gawd. They have a Doombot as a bartender? How'd Mike manage that?"

Okay so maybe one drink wouldn't hurt just so she could examine the robot.

[paige_husk]

"Somethin'...fruity. Surprise me, Doombot." Paige is entranced, watching the machine fix their drinks. "Look at it go. Amazin' how Mike was able ta reprogram it from it's original function."

She receives something pink with strawberries and a straw and a fair amount of vodka. Paige really should sip it slower than she is. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble when I get home," she murmures.

[paige_husk]

"I ain't sayin' it's a bad kinda trouble, Jean-Paul." Paige sips her drink again. It takes strawberry and maybe mango-ish. She's pretty sure she tastes pineapple too. Only way to be sure is to sip again.

"I think tonight'll be a perfect time for us ta play with my fuzzy handcuffs again."

[paige_husk]

"Alcohol helps people lose their inhibitions." It may have taken her three times to say that last word correctly. Paige giggles. Oh she's done for now and places the empty glass on the bar, twirling the straw. "Doombot! 'nother please!"

Paige turns her attention to Jean-Paul once she has her new drink. "That depends entirely on the circumstances. Sometimes it's me. Sometimes it's him. Sometimes its me ta him."