It's time for giant blue things at two dollars off.

[ourowndragons]

So, there's a girl. In a bar. (No, this is not a joke. Or if it is, it's one of the ones this particular girl finds most amusing - no one else tends to, because they all end in blood and tears.)

Anyway, this girl's a new face in town - to both the supernatural community, and the mundane. She's dressed in a bright blue dress that reveals quite a

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[worseforfears]

She's cute. She's bubbly.

Becky has no interest.

She's sitting at the bar with a beer, eyes closed, tuning out the crowd and the music and playing something on an imaginary keyboard.

She's good at that.

The little blonde bit, however, is welcome to wonder what the hell she's doing. 'Cause she does look more than a little crazy.

[ourowndragons]

Annie hones in on the girl sitting a little ways down the bar, tilting her head to one side as she studies the movement of her fingertips on the bar.

Now that's interesting. Not exactly sane-seeming, but since when does Annie care about that? (Well, she does, but in the "fun to play with and break" way, more often than not.)

So she slides off her barstool after a while, margarita still in hand (of course), and moves to the stool right next to the dark-haired girl.

It's really cute when Annie sits on barstools - her feet are inevitably dangling a good distance above the floor.

"Hi there!"

[worseforfears]

It takes a moment for the greeting to register in Becky's mind as being directed towards her. People don't usually talk to her in bars, except for the occasional sleezy guy who hits on her, and bouncers who kick her out because she's disturbing the other people with her vaguely insane habits.

So when she realizes perky voice is directed at her, she actually, y'know, opens her eyes and aims her glance at about where shoulder height is for most people.

Which gives her a lovely view of Annie's face. Good thing she isn't going to be murdered anytime soon. Becky drops her gaze almost instantly anyway, though.

"Um. Hi."

Becky Trapper: Queen of failing at socialization.

[ourowndragons]

Annie's smile flashes just a bit brighter as Becky meets her eyes, and she's a little bemused when the girl's gaze automatically flickers down, away from her face. And not at her breasts, either. Well, this is unusual.

Still, she's not particularly bothered. "I'm Annie. I'm kind of... new in town."

[nothingsodivine]

Des should not be here for five hundred reasons, not the least of which is the fact that he’s just recently found out that he’s not exactly impervious to death anymore and thus a perfect target for whatever might be out there that's got everyone on edge. (Never mind Brando, who will probably bring the hammer down on him if he catches him.)

And yet, finding out that after 4,000 years of not-dying, he’s suddenly capable of mortality drives a man to drink and when a man is driven to drink, he drives himself to a bar... Or walks there. Whatever.

But when he sees the cute blonde flashing him an adorable and far too familiar smile, his newly mortal heart nearly stops, and suddenly drinking is the last thing on his mind.

[ourowndragons]

Annie's used to being stared at. A lot. Of course she gets stared at, she's cute and attractive and friendly and flirts back when people flirt with her...

But usually she's not getting stared at like this. She's not quite sure what that's all about, but she gives him a little wave anyway.

[nothingsodivine]

He waves back before he realizes he’s doing it. It’s the vacant wave of a man whose just received the shock of his life.

He dares to get a little closer. Oh no, he’s not stupid at all. Maybe blindly suicidal and completely lacking in common sense, but not stupid.

Although it’s veering very close to stupid, especially given that talking to strangers in a strange world outside the safety zone? Not very smart. At all.

[ourowndragons]

Oh, and he's moving closer. They usually do - there's something about Annie that draws people to her - but it's the shocked look on his face that she's finding so cute.

"What?" she asks, when he's close enough to hear her over the general noise of the bar. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

She pauses, and then sets her margarita glass down. "I promise I'm not. A ghost, I mean."

[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto enters the bar and without looking, she knows just who is human and who is not. She has no time for the humans.

Well, not today anyway.

But maybe tomorrow. It never gets old, playing with humans. Slicing out a heart. The way it thumps, thumps in her hand those last couple of moments...

She's wearing an outfit that looks more like lingere, but that's nothing new. A long, fur coat rests over her shoulders and covers most of her for now, but the fur dips open just where her breasts are situated. Always plenty to see there.

Make no mistake. Calisto has no time to dally.

Dally. Fun word. No dally. Just dilly tonight. Dilly-dally. Humans are silly creatures.

She walks directly over to the only other demon in the bar and flashes her a wicked, powerful smile. "Annie."

[ourowndragons]

Annie jumps a little at the use of her name. She's not used to that, not in a new place - she's only been in Chicago a month, at most, and hasn't has much time to get in touch with anyone else who's... more than mortal.

However, it is Chicago. There are People in Chicago. People with Connections. So she's not surprised for long.

The startled look quickly returns to her usual coy smile as she tosses her hair back over her shoulder, taking a sip of her margarita. It even tastes blue, which she finds utterly fascinating.

"...Hi?"

If you need a translation, that means "do I know you, and do you want something in particular with me?" Her family's one of those old demon families in New York. She knows how demon mobs work, even if she avoided getting involved with her own family's business.

[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto doesn't need a translation with the psychic powers happening and all (but the narration does).

"Isn't Chicago perfect?" There's a slight smile across her lips as she leans against the bar.

Just because she can hear what demons and humans are thinking, it doesn't mean she has to respond to it. Certainly, doesn't mean she has to answer questions.

"Mm. The perfect place for the begining and end of everything. Wouldn't you agree?"

[ourowndragons]

Now is the time, Annie decides, to drink some more blue-flavored alcohol. She takes a long drink before setting her glass down again.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm rather fond of New York. Parts of Europe. Greece is nice - have you ever been to Greece?"

[notaniguana]

Leyin not-secretly loves bars. Everyone's talking! about all their dumb shit! It's like people talking into your ear and they don't even know it. And then they get trashed and just keep talking, with no regard to what should and shouldn't be said. Also, girls. Lots of girls in pretty outfits who are possibly looking for boys. Not always, of course, but you deal, right? He's had one drink, which is fine for him, so he can listen and still feel pretty good.

This shifter will notice that pretty girl in blue with a lot of cleavage who is smiling. Luckily, he's developed the art of not staring at cleavage, which is a rare art among men - even shifters! He straightens his shirt and musses his hair intentionally and sits near Annie.

"I haven't seen you around here often," He says, smiling back. This is a charismatic fellow. "You new?"

[ourowndragons]

Annie brightens as he approaches her, tossing long blonde curls over her shoulder and flashing him an absolutely charming smile, just for him. Her foot's still bouncing along to the music, almost subconsciously - Annie is almost constantly in motion, one way or another.

"That depends what you mean by new."

[notaniguana]

Yay, a smile. Leyin congratulations himself on the inside and gives himself a mental pat on the back. Shooting high really does sometimes work!

"You hang around Chicago a lot? This bar, too, I guess. I don't really know. Maybe you had a crisis in life and you've gotten through it as a new person. However you feel like taking it. Open-ended question and all that junk. Unless, of course, you're like, secretly a million years old and you just manged to stay beautiful."

[ourowndragons]

Well. Seventy-five, given or take. But who's counting?

"I just moved to Chicago a few weeks ago. This bar, I've never been to before. I'm still very much the same person I've been since I was sixteen or so. ...I think I've answered just about all the possibilities you listed, haven't I?"

[just_the_spare]

Regulus had found ten poun-dollars on the ground and thought he would try something that wasn't served in the cafeteria. He learned that the drinking age was twenty-one, he still had a few years.

He looked at the menu and just ordered a coke (might as well try it) and some chi- french fries.

"Americans give weird names to their food," Regulus mumbled to himself.

While he waited, he looked around. British muggles were odd, but American muggles were even weirder. He saw the blonde girl smiling at everyone. "She needs a sweater," he muttered.

[ourowndragons]

At his words, Annie turns to look directly at him, her blue eyes suddenly very focused, expression unreadable.

And then she smiles at him, rather cheerfully to all outward appearances. Except for something still about her eyes. "Actually, I'm fine. It's really kind of warm in here."

[just_the_spare]

Regulus flushed and looked down, he hadn't realized he'd spoken so loud.

"Er, sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude," he said, still looking at his hands.

[ourowndragons]

The smile grows a little. "Well, I've got a lot better hearing than most people seem to think. Still, you probably ought to be a bit more careful about what you say."

She sips delicately at her margarita. "I don't mind, but you say something like that about someone else, and they might take offense."