[Open] Another Round, Bartender?

[GEMMA KISTEN HODGES]

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"Bartender!" Gemma slapped on a grin as she turned towards 'Pete's' resident fat ass loud mouth, Charlie. He treated her like Sh*t, then again he treated everyone like Sh*t so she tried not to take it personal. Gemma arched one slim blond brow at Charlie and he grunted out "Crown and coke" She flashed a row of perfectly white teeth. "No problem, Charlie." 'Why in the world would a man like him go to a club to get drunk as often as he does, it wasn't like there weren't plenty of bars around Jamerson Falls.' she thought to herself, though she knew the answer before she even finished the thought. Charlie liked to watch the girls dance while he downed his drink of choice. She'd only ever seen him offer to buy a girls drink once, though she'd only been working at Pete's for a week. "I need a double shot of Wild Turkey." a man said, shoving a glass towards her. She took it with out comment, refilled it and took his cash, tossing the remainder into her tip jar. Tonight was going to be another long night.

She was worried about Georgie, she hated to leave him alone, and not being there for him at night was worse. Lately he'd been having terrible nightmares centering around the Were attack, and she wanted to be there for him, to help calm him down. He liked to come into her bed in the middle of the night, he said she chased away the bed things in his head. He was always pressing his nose into her side or stomach, she didn't mind the touches, but was worried about the cause. She knew her scent effected Weres, but that was all she knew. She didn't know how it effected them, should she make him stop? Or should she encourage it? It seemed to help when he was feeling scared or out of control, but it made her uneasy, not knowing in what manner her Fae blood was calling to Georgie.

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and one woman in her time plays many parts.

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[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

For Morrison it was quite a typical night. Work had ended late, so he was still in his suit, but he had had the fortune of meeting a lovely girl outside the office while he’d been having dinner and she suggested they go out. Of course, he wasn’t one forgo the opportunity to spend the evening with an attractive young woman so he drove them to the nearest and best club he knew of, which happened to be Pete’s. He could have taken her to a bar, but she was more upbeat than the regular bar fly and he thought he remembered her saying that she liked to dance. Really, it didn’t matter to him, as long as he had a pretty lass on his arm and an excessive amount of alcohol in his belly, not that it would do anything for him.

They hadn’t been at the club very long, maybe only an hour, but already Morrison’s female companion was starting to get tired. She regretted having to leave, yet she told him that she had work early and that she would call him later anyway. He left her with his number and led her outside, though as soon as she was gone, he went right back into the club. The night was still very young to him and perhaps he would find another woman to entertain him for a little while, though it was time to start some serious drinking.

Sliding up to the bar, the wolf looked a bit distastefully at the kids who were milling around it and the few older men and women who were sitting in stools and looking rather grumpy. He was beginning to feel like he didn’t really fit in, but as long as he didn’t encounter any vampires, he was going to stay until he was buzzed or he found a girl to go home with. His head turned as he heard the bartender approach and couldn’t help but smile as the smell of her hit him the next second. If he hadn’t had such self-control, he would have leaned over the counter and rubbed his face against her chest; goddamn faes smelled so wonderful.

Preferring not to make a scene, Morrison ignored her smell for the most part and order his usual whiskey, thanking her and handing her a few dollars when she handed him a glass. He watched her walk away to tend to another customer and started on his drink. By the time she came back to his end of the bar, he had drained his glass and asked for another one. Just as she placed the replenished glass before him, he spoke up. “Got a were at home?” he asked casually, sipping at his whiskey.

[GEMMA KISTEN HODGES]

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Gemma wiped down the bar once more, making sure no one needed any refills before leaning her hip against the counter and turning her eyes on the dance floor, just as she did a wolf walked in. She showed no outward signs that anything was wrong, just watched him and the girl he was with. There was really nothing she could do right now while she was working, and she wasn't yet sure if he posed a threat, so until she was positive, she'd treat him as such. A woman called for her and she pushed off the counter and attended to her, knowing she wouldn't be getting much down time to stop and worry about Georgie. She kept mental note to herself of Morrison's movements without making it apparent she was watching him. She laughed and talked easily with everyone who came to order a drink, she always remembered names, an easy trick that relaxed them and ensured she'd get better tips.

The Were was coming over to the bar, she placed a drink down. "Here's your Gray Goose, Brian, made it special, just for you." She said with an easy smile, laughing when he winked, and Turned to Morrison. The Were sat and ordered a Whiskey, Gemma just smiled and nodded. "No problem." She gave him his drink and accepted his money with another smile. He hadn't reacted badly to her scent, which could be a good or bad sign. She didn't outwardly pay any special attention to the Were, moving about around the bar and tending to other customers and going about business as usual. When she came back to him she refilled his glass and was about to turn away when he spoke again. “Got a were at home?”

So he'd smelled Georgie on her, not in his best interest to bring the boy up, especially after a pack of Weres had just used him as bait for her only a few weeks ago. She brushed her finger against the slim hilt of one of her knives she had strapped to her upper thigh, as if reminding herself it was there. She could use this to her advantage, if this were proved not to be a threat. She might be able to get some answers for Georgie. "Mhmm, smelled him on me huh?" she asked with a slight smile, relaxing her posture and leaning against the bar. She didn't know how good a were's sense of smell was so lying about Georgie's age might be a bad idea. "He's six years old. He's a bundle of energy, a bit of a handful sometimes. Georgie's a sweet heart though." She started wiping down the counters, though still staying near him. "So, what brings you to Pete's? Waiting on someone to meet you? Need me to keep an eye out?" She asked, making small talk like she hadn't been watching him since he first opened the door.

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[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

That slight move that the fae made to check the weapon at her hip or thigh was not missed by Morrison. He’d seen it so often that he barely had to look for it anymore. If they hadn’t been in such a public place, he might have tried to get it off of her or convince her to throw it away, but since there were so many people around, he didn’t think it necessary. She would only fight if he started it, and that wasn’t part of his plan. He didn’t actually have a plan, he’d just noticed something interesting about her and wanted to know what the deal was.

"Mhmm, smelled him on me huh?"

The wolf smiled right back, nodding softly. He most certainly had smelled the young wolf on her and he wondered if he was her son, and if so, he was sure that she was a single mother, because he couldn’t smell the strong presence of a male on her that indicated that she was in some relationship. But no, she couldn’t be the mother, she was too young to have a child that old, though he supposed she could have had a kid when she was really young. He wasn’t one to judge, but this seemed unlikely. What was their relationship then? Perhaps she was his sister? Most people would have just left it alone, but that detail mattered to him, if only to satisfy his curiosity.

The faerie sure spoke of the boy as if he was her son, yet he wasn’t going to ask, at least not at the moment. He only smiled kindly as she spoke then nodded knowingly at her saying the child was a handful; his own mother had said the same of her boy. But it was best not to dwell on his past. Morrison picked up his glass again to take a drink, dropping it back onto the bar to reply to the fae’s question. “My company just left actually,” he shrugged, “I’m not ready to leave though.” He grinned to her shortly before glancing down at the glass in his hands and deciding not to take another drink, not that it would do anything anyway.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you,” he said sincerely, “I’ve just never known one of you to take care of a were like that.” He wouldn’t be offended if she didn’t want to speak to him anymore, since he knew that faes could get rather uncomfortable around weres like him, even if she did have one at home she was close to. He was a stranger and he realized that his comment might have come off as creepy. “Morrison,” he finally said, pushing his glass out of the way and holding out a hand for her to shake. “by the way.” Now, at least he would be a stranger with a name and that was always less unnerving.

[GEMMA KISTEN HODGES]

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Her chocolate brown eyes watched as he tracked her movements. The were didn't seem to be of the bad sort, but that was still yet to be seen, and she would remain wary of him until she was positive he was no threat. She gave the male a apologetic smile when a new costumer came up to the bar and ordered a drink. She attended to the woman's needs quickly before returning to Morrison. "I’ve just never known one of you to take care of a were like that." She nodded, brushing her blond hair away from her face before answering. "No, you aren't bothering me at all. Our predicament is a bit odd, isn't it." she admitted with a soft laugh. "But he's my brother, I have to take care of him. Not that I don't want to take care of him.. but.. yah know." She said, shrugging as she held her hands out to include her surroundings. She was a twenty two year old, working at a bar in a club to support her self and her brother, and on top of that she had her side job of staking out potential threats to herself and her community, supernatural or otherwise. Though He didn't know about that last part, she still had a lot to handle.

An easy grin made its way onto her lips when he offered his hand to her and gave her his name. With out a moments hesitation she took his hand and shook it, applying gentle pressure. Every one of her movements counted and they were almost always deliberate, she liked to think that she thought out every single move before making it, but she wasn't that good, or that paranoid. "I'm Gemma, Nice to meet you Morrison."

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[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Well, he was glad to know that he at least wasn’t bothering her, that didn’t mean he wasn’t still creeping her out. But bothering? No, not at all. He supposed he was giving her something better to do than wander up and down the bar and pretend to be interested in other peoples’ lives. Instead, he was being interested in her and apparently she was alright with talking about herself. She even admitted that she wasn’t too keen on taking care of her younger brother, and he couldn’t blame. As children, weres were notoriously mischievous and could be rather aggressive. It seemed she was handling him well enough though, she didn’t look like she was losing too much sleep or sanity.

And she wasn’t too paranoid either, shaking his hand without any problem. Plenty of the people he met would just look at his offered hand then back to his face, giving him a look that told him they thought he was crazy. This was a nice change.

"I'm Gemma, Nice to meet you Morrison."

The wolf grinned right back, dropping his hand back to the bar and picking up his glass again. Gemma was a nice name, it fit her. “It’s nice to meet you too,” he said with a nod, “especially considering the sort of people that come in here.” He’d seen some very interesting people (to put it lightly) come into Pete’s, the sort of people he would rather avoid. Sure, there were plenty of normal people too, but you tended to run into the weirdos when it was least convenient. He was sure he was normal though, and she seemed normal herself.

“Are you getting off soon?” he asked after taking a long drink of his whiskey, “I’m not trying to impose, but if you needed help with your brother...” He trailed off and shrugged. He was starting to fall back on his ‘helping people thing’, and he knew how easily that could turn negative since he was always so direct and hard to dissuade. “Not that it’s any of my business,” he glanced down at his glass, hoping he wasn’t being rude, “I’m sure you’re taking care of him wonderfully.” Morrison looked back to Gemma with a soft smile, sure that she’d walk away from him now, feeling insulted.

[GEMMA KISTEN HODGES]

There's a method in the madness}

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“It’s nice to meet you too...especially considering the sort of people that come in here.”Gemma just smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I've seen some real winners in here." She said, rolling her eyes. She'd even met a few vampires that had tried to jump her once she got off her shift, it had been a very bad idea for them. She sometimes scouted for her next job by watching the crowds, she was also surprised how many times she'd caught drinks being drugged. “Are you getting off soon?” Gemma cut him a look from the corner of her eye, a smile tilting her lips up to insinuate that he had meant the question in a more intimate way. She knew he didn't mean it that way but wanted to mess with the were and see how he would react. She then grinned and nodded, seeming pleased and surprised with his offer to help "Oh, But are you sure you want to? I'm sure you have better things to do then help me with my brother." She told him, pleased that she hadn't had to ask him, though she didn't want the were to know where they lived, he could always track her scent but she didn't want to make finding her that easy if he turned out to be a rogue were. She glanced at the clock and then back to him. "I get off in an hour, I just have a few questions, I won't take up much of your time."

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[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

The look that Gemma gave him when he asked about her being done with work surprised Morrison a slight bit. He returned the suggestive little smile she gave him with slightly raised eyebrows and a quiet smile of his own. He hadn’t thought his question had come off that way, but if she was willing to take it there then he wasn’t going to stop her, mostly because it would give him an excuse to just bury his head in her chest and smell her. That thought made it a bit hard to sit still, though when her expression changed to one that was more happy and sincere than anything, he was able to relax a slight bit.

”I'm sure you have better things to do then help me with my brother."

Morrison waved a hand, dismissing her concerns. If he’d had anything better to do he wouldn’t have bothered her in the first place, nor would he have stuck around that nasty club any longer once his lady friend had left. At least now he would have something to do, and he might end up enjoying it. “It’s no problem,” he told her, “I’d really love to help.” Besides, he could sense a sort of relief her in, that she had wanted to ask him to help but hadn’t thought it polite or that he would even consider it.

"I get off in an hour, I just have a few questions.”

With a soft nod, the wolf glanced down at his drink. “I don’t mind how long it’ll take,” he smiled to her kindly, “and I’ll be waiting right here, not much else to do anyway.” He picked up his glass for a drink and watched her walk off to tend to the other customers. Most people probably wouldn’t have been willing to wait an hour like he was, but it would give him time to fill himself with more whiskey so that maybe he’d just start to feel it. And if that didn’t happen, then it would have just been a good way to waste part of the night.

[GEMMA KISTEN HODGES]

There's a method in the madness}

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Gemma kept her eye on Morrison and made sure his glass was never empty for long. "I'll get your Drinks, its the least I can do for you helping me and waiting." She told him as she refilled his glass. The Were hadn't given her reason to suspect he was violent or after her blood in any way, so even though she didn't want him to know what she lived she didn't think there were any shops open that they could stay at and freely talk. She'd have to bring him to the apartment. If worse came to worse and he did attack her at home she'd just have to kill him and try to be quiet about it as to not alert Georgie.

Once her shift was over she nodded to Morrison and held up one finger as she disappeared behind an 'Employees only' marked door to grab her bag. She appeared by his side, a warm smile on her lips. "Thank you so much Morrison, this means a lot." She told him as they walked out the door. "Do you mind coming over to my place to talk? That way we'll be able to talk freely and a bit more comfortably." She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Its only a few blocks away so Its a short walk. Your welcome to follow me in your car if you'd like, or walk with me. I can't ride in one because of the iron." She told him apologetically, Though She was able to ride in cars because she had built up a small resistance to it in her earlier years because of her human family, but it left her weak, and she didn't want to be vulnerable in front of Morrison.

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