[centre][b][h1]Tabitha and Callie[/h1][/b][/centre]

Tabitha told the guy the price, not even sure herself if it was the right price, merely pleased to have set the bar for who was in charge here, frowning as more shit seemed to hit the fan. Would they ever just have a peaceful few hours? Rubbing her temples, Tabitha wondered just what she was going to have to do, in the comings days, if not hours. Suddenly, exhausted, Tabitha set another drink down in front of Michale, and said, [color=f7941d]"Excuse me, I have to go...go deal with whatever crisis is appearing now. My family is frigging nuts"[/color]

Tabitha stepped aside, but all at once, everything seemed to have calm down. Tabitha looked about, standing there a little helpless. No Lucinda. No Alex. Just who the hell was meant to be running this place? [i]And I'm the one that's considered spacey.[/i] She supposed she'd owed it to Lucinda, and Garrett, to clean up their messes once in a while, given that they had seemed to be constantly cleaning up hers...but this was just too much. In the last few days, Lucinda had been highly erratic, jumping from Samuel to Andrew, killing someone, taking the bar over, then practically abandoning it, all the way she was preaching how werewolves were their natural enemies when SHE herself had claimed to love Samuel, had slept with him. She was preaching about love and how things she be, when she'd gotten into a fight about Garrett, over loving him, then she'd jumped to Samuel, and now Andrew. While she was relieved Lucinda had found what was lasting, it annoyed Tabitha to no end. [i]sometimes its her way or no way[/i]. 

Tabitha rubbed her eyes, and let out a slow breath. She was being unfair, she knew. But it just seemed so hypocritical of Lucinda...Glancing about the pub, her eyes landed on Caius, and Callie. Oh, well, if that wasn't just a slap in the face. Forgotting, for the moment, the angry vampire at the bar, Tabitha approached the werewolf and soon to be former witch, letting out a slow breath. [color=f7941d]"I'm sorry for my behaviour. I've never considered werewolves our enemies-I never really knew why we were...and i don't...I'm sorry for calling you a mutt. I wouldn't want to be called a bloodsucker...I just...I don't turn many...and I saw Callie and just thought...yes. My last turning was 120 years ago. Holly...my shining light...to have Callie taken away like that...well, I guess I was just upset..."[/color]

Tabitha ran a hand through her pink hair, for once looking every bit her size, appearing diminutive and...child-like, as if seeking her parents permission for something. [color=f7941d]"I have three goals in this life now...one has always been to unite the races, and I'd like to start that. Maybe after the fullmoon, I could talk with your pack? Which should happen anyway, now that I think about it...you're not allign yourselfs with Samuel, are you, cause otherwise I'll have to take back my apology and kick your ass from here to next century"[/color] She pursed her lips, thoughtfully, [color=f7941d]"I suppose I'd have to keep you alive for Callie's sake...but there are lots of ways....hmmmm"[/color] 

Caius's slight touch, the possive claiming of her, had sent Callie's heart racing, and she was sure that just about everyone in the bar could hear it, if they cared to listen. She watched what happened, listening, but unsure of what had gone on. Were vampires really that possive of their spawn? Her gaze landed on Tabitha again, who looked rather...annoyed? Pissed? Weary? Sad? As she studied the scene, clearly a little troubled. Callie's hurt went out for the pink haired vampire, who just seemed so misunderstood, even as she tried to do her best. Guilt filled her, and Callie bit her lip, contemplating going over even as Tabitha approached. 

She wanted to bundle the smaller girl up in a hug, but wasn't sure what she should, or shouldn't do right then. She snuck a glance to Caius, to see what he thought of this. 

[centre][b][h1]Holly[/h1][/b][/centre]

Holly pondered that a moment, studying the two crows as they approached her, cawing at her. She reached out a gentle hand, seemingly aware of her own strength as she gently stroked them with the tinest of pressure, giving a slight smile. Holly loved animals, of all shapes and sizes, and she spent a few moments giving the crows attention, as she listening to the warlock speaking with another witch. Which she figured was only natural. Birds of a feather-haha-and all that. People from the same specieies tended to group together. 

For a moment, Holly felt like an outcast, on the side lines with the two crows, before she gave a slightly laugh. [color=a187be]"the vampire had recently fed, hadn't he? You used the live cells from the blood as the live host to the STDs, didn't you?"[/color] It seemed she had been pondering that puzzle for the last several minutes, and having finally come to an answer that she was satisfied with, she was well pleased with herself. [color=a187be]"Which would have worn off quickly if the vampire didn't continue to fed. A clever spell, really"[/color]


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