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002: [Location: The cantina] A girl and her dog in a Mexican bar.

May 11, 2009 19:39

Claire walked into the cantina with Mr. Muggles trailing close behind, and was surprised to find that it was empty. Nathan had more or less taken ownership of the place after it had followed him to Taxon from Patzcuaro. When she was looking for him, she usually found him there, drinking or sitting with a folder of notes, planning out moves that ( Read more... )

{ nathan petrelli, { sam winchester, { melaka fray, { claire bennet

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melakafray13 May 14 2009, 01:39:11 UTC

Bored out of her skull, no lurks to poke, the vampire slayer from the future, Melaka Fray found herself wandering the city. Maybe an hour into her walk, she came across the Cantina. Despite the different time periods, Fray could spot a bar when she saw one and entered the building.

There was a middle-aged guy with dark hair, a taller guy with shaggy hair, and a little blonde, who'd deemed herself bartender. Mel didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop her from striding in like she owned the place, walking to a stool a good six, seven feet from the men, resting her forearms on the countertop.

Now, despite any real lack of parental guidance growing up, Mel knew not to enter a place and start demanding things, so she decided she'd wait until the blonde was willing to walk down to take her order, and she lowered her hand to the small bowl of peanuts in front of her, picking up a few nuts, tossing them into her mouth, chewing slowly.

thecheerleader May 14 2009, 04:32:04 UTC

Claire noticed the woman when she walked in, but quickly worked to finish the drink that Nathan was helping her make before she excused herself to go over to greet her. She didn't want Nathan to get annoyed with her, stop what they were doing, and go back to working on his folder of 'plans'. He'd said he wanted to spend time with her, and while this may not have been what he was expecting, it was kind of nice.

"Hey," Claire said as she walked over to where the woman was seated, a distance away from Sam. "Can I get you something?" She wasn't sure that she'd be much help if the woman wanted something complicated. However, she was willing to try. She definitely thought she should get points for the effort.

melakafray13 May 14 2009, 05:04:57 UTC

Melaka shrugged, "I'm guessin', 'spite this place's magic 'porty powers, that, there ain't a bottle-a sack, anywhere. 'n I'm too lazy to get back up and make one at one of those toy hatch things, so just pour me a cup-a the hardest stuff ya got."

The slayer found herself rambling a little. She didn't ever do that. Especially around new people. Guess she was just excited at the chance to get drunk again. It took a lot, but there was no headache afterwards. There were perks to being a slayer. Not the slayer. Nope. She wasn't a special little snowflake anymore. There were two other slayers in Taxon.

"Please," Mel thought to add, flashing the girl a --only partially forced-- smile.

thecheerleader May 16 2009, 06:38:50 UTC

"Sure," Claire returned the smile, but then had to rush over to Nathan to ask him what the hardest drink in the cantina was. It didn't take her long to sort through the bottles and find the Everclear. She didn't want to know why someone would willingly drink something so strong that her nose hated her for opening the bottle, but she poured a shot for the woman anyway.

"Everclear," she told her, wanting her to know that it was seriously hard alcohol, in case she decided that she would rather have something else. She wouldn't mind getting her another drink. "Here you go."

melakafray13 May 16 2009, 22:03:50 UTC

"Thanks," Mel nodded. The name didn't mean anything to her. A lot of stuff here didn't. One of the perks(?) of being from the future. Mel downed the shot, and seconds later a cough tears it way back up her throat. "Jesu," Mel exclaimed, looking down at the little shot glass.

"Ain't never had sack that was that strong. Goddamn."

thecheerleader May 17 2009, 03:55:47 UTC

"Sorry," Claire replied sympathetically. "I thought you wanted..." she trailed off, not knowing what to make of the woman's reaction. This was all new to her, she was just trying to do what everyone asked so that she didn't mess up too much. Her eyes wandered down to the empty shot glass and she gave a little shrug. "Maybe you'd like something else better? The tequila here is pretty strong." She knew that from personal experience.

melakafray13 May 17 2009, 20:01:31 UTC

Melaka laughed quietly, shaking her head. "Nah, it's okay. The burn'll fade with a couple more shots. 'Sides, I'm a fast heal. I can survive just 'bout anything. Within reeze, of course."

Her fingertips brushed against the side of the glass, looking down at it for a moment. "Another, please." Practice makes perfect when it came to manners.

thecheerleader May 18 2009, 20:44:15 UTC

"Sure," Claire laughed, if only because of the healing mention and the fact that she was taking it well. She poured another shot and set it down on the bar, too curious to ignore the comment about survival. "When you say you can heal fast, do you mean...faster than most people, or just fast?" There was a big difference, and Claire really wanted to know which one it was.

melakafray13 May 18 2009, 23:38:51 UTC

"Faster than most folk. 'm not sayin' that if you cut my arm off, it'll regrow. But if I get the rutting hell beat outta me, I'll bounce back quick," Mel replied, downing the other shot, coughing again, licking her lips before gritting her teeth.

"Helps bein' the slayer. Means 'm good at stuff."

thecheerleader May 19 2009, 20:21:05 UTC

"Oh, right," she nods. If you cut her arm off, it would regrow, but Claire isn't telling her that. Technically, she's not supposed to tell anyone about that, but she has learned to make exceptions in Taxon. Nathan, like it or not - and usually leaning towards the 'not', is learning to live with that.

"Is being a slayer like being a hunter?"

melakafray13 May 19 2009, 22:24:03 UTC

"Yeah. Helps when you get in a fight," Mel nodded.

And she hemmed and hawed before nodding slowly. "I guess it is, yeah. The demon guy that trained me said that I was 'chosen' to fight vampires. But there's been other stuff too. A big demon snake lookin' thing that was gonna end the world or somethin'. It ate me. Then there's the guy that trained me. Urkonn. He was a big, red beast-y lookin' guy with his ruttin' nose torn of, looked like. Had the goat legs and everythin'."

thecheerleader May 19 2009, 23:32:33 UTC

"Really?" She was surprised that someone with that description existed. Hearing that there were creatures who trained people to fight vampires made Claire think they were from completely different worlds, and that maybe this woman was from Sam's. He hadn't mentioned being 'chosen', but it sounded like they fought the same things.

It took Claire a minute to remember that she wasn't supposed to interrogate the people who came into the cantina, no matter how interested she was in their stories. "Sorry, do you want another shot?"

melakafray13 May 20 2009, 22:16:34 UTC

"Yeah, please," Mel nodded, glancing down at the glass for a second before back up at Claire.

"Really. Urkonn was just sent to make sure I didn't lose the rutting war. Killed a little girl, make me think Lurks did it," Mel stared down at the bowl of peanuts, gritting her teeth a little. "There's more to the tale, but...ain't really in the mood to becomin' sacked and blubberin' my tale of woe."

thecheerleader May 26 2009, 19:40:33 UTC

"Right," Claire told her, pouring another shot before she could apologize again. She felt guilty that she'd questioned the woman into talking about something that upset her. "I understand." And she did understand not waning to talk, but she had no idea what war was being mentioned here. Mostly, she didn't want Mel to think that she expected anything from her.

"How long have you been here?"

melakafray13 May 26 2009, 20:46:52 UTC

Mel downed the shot almost immediately after Claire poured it. She welcomed the burn, the fire growing in her belly. Soon, it'd just be numb. Which was a welcome sensation, compared to the other emotions she'd felt during the whole 'You're the Chosen One' business.

"'Bout a month, I think. Kept to myself mostly. Ain't really that soche. Found my digs through that little blinkin' light on the tab. Least I got somewhere to sleep that ain't that big cell-lookin' place," Mel shrugged, eating a few more peanuts.

She stopped chewing for a moment, looking down at the counter for half a second before looking up at Claire. "I don't know your name," Mel stated, as if that wasn't already common knowledge.

thecheerleader May 27 2009, 20:20:08 UTC

"I don't know yours either," Claire reminded her, but she didn't mind giving hers up. Self-appointed bartenders were supposed to be friendly if they wanted to be any good at it. "I'm Claire Bennet."

She filled another shot glass for Mel, assuming that at this point, she would tell her when she was done. "I'm from Costa Verde, California. 2009." Wasn't that always the next question? She thought they should wear little 'My Name Is' stickers with that information on it so that no one would have to ask.

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