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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[toblameforit]

"Thank fucking God," Tony mutters as he follows Cal through.

Beat.

"Wait, I can't get drunker at Milliways."

Half a beat.

"You know what, I do not even care."

[americas_son]

"Definitely not the important part," Cal agrees.

Admittedly, he is also secure in the knowledge that he is old enough that getting cigarettes (probably) won't be a problem.

But if it were, he would still be okay with that.

[if_inconvenient]

"I am sure Bar will make an exception for you," Sherlock contributes. "Under the circumstances."

[toblameforit]

Tony brightens a little.

"Only one way to find out, I guess." He heads for the bar.

[take_youaway]

Tina doesn't really understand how the fuck this place can exist, but she likes it when she can find a door here. No one here knows she's a kid from the wrong side of the tracks with no dad around.

No one except maybe the three guys who just walked in from her high school.

Fuck.

Maybe she can sneak out without them seeing her.

[americas_son]

Cal picks up a pack of smokes at the bar, and quietly leaves Tony and Sherlock there to convince Bar that Tony should be allowed to drink. He desperately needs, like, twenty minutes to pretend Obadiah Stane never fucking existed.

He almost doesn't see the girl nearby, but the familiarity of her face makes him do a doubletake.

Of course there's someone he knows, if only by sight, at Milliways. Well, what the hell, that's how he first ended up talking to Sherlock and Tony.

But it is Milliways, so he still asks, just to be sure. "Hi. Don't you go to Sunnydale?"

[take_youaway]

She freezes. She could lie! That would be easy enough.

"I-"

She doesn't know why she decides to tell the truth.

"Yeah. I go there."

[americas_son]

Small multiverse. Cal's not surprised, though.

He rubs his hand over his face, thinking. What does he know about her? She's definitely hot, he's noticed that before. She's . . . in his English class? Maybe?

"I'm sorry," he says, "it's been kind of a rough month." To put it mildly. He's probably been in school fewer days than he has out of it. "I can't remember your name."

[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.

for the RDJs (which sounds like a band name)

[formoftherapy]

Kite is in her first year at Berkley, which explains the Calculus textbook and the obscenely large mug of coffee on her table. Her Sunnydale is a smoldering crater surrounded by California desert, but she still knows (or thinks she knows) two of those boys.

The knowledge--real or assumed--is why she's staring. So much for getting her homework done.

[if_inconvenient]

After approximately three-quarters of a second, Sherlock looks up.

He shouldn't have taken that long to notice her, but the intent stare is the same.

[formoftherapy]

A few more fractions of a second pass.

"Sherry?"

It should have taken her that long to ask. (She can't decide if she wants him to say 'yes' or not.)

[toblameforit]

Now it's Tony who looks at her, frowning slightly.

He's the only person who's ever gotten away with calling Sherlock by that name.

[hermit_of]

Megan decided she needed a little more light to really clean out the engine on her pet project from the garage. She covered the table with a tarp first - good thing, too, as it's going to save a lot of time in the cleanup.
So she's creating quite the spectacle as things stand, between being covered in grease; stopping to double-take at the trio probably doesn't help. Or, well, two of the three. (It kinda looks like someone de-aged and cloned her dad. Weeeird.)

(OOC: Playing her from her Percy Jackson 'verse origins, but the boys are more than welcome to mistake her for someone from the robotics team.)

[toblameforit]

If it were any other day, Tony wouldn't be able to look away.

If it were any other day, maybe he'd have looked up in the first place.

[if_inconvenient]

But it isn't any other day, and Sherlock is the one who notices her first.

[hermit_of]

"Don't mind me," Megan says with a sheepish smile, after they make eye contact. "You just - you both looked a lot like my dad at first glance. One of those things."
Neither of them are her dad, of course. He could probably look that young if he really wanted to, but the lack of canes is a dead giveaway.