[center][h2][color=009900]Blaine Moore[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][i]Day 1, late afternoon[/i][/center]

[center][i]The Indo[/i][/center]

[center][i]Interacting with [@Alfhedil][/i][/center]

	Blaine had just polished her Cajun fries and was on her way to finish her hot cocoa when the door of the Indo opened and in walked someone she could stand to observe for longer than a fleeting moment.

	Rory, who was currently cleaning up her vacated plate noticed where her focus had shifted and turned to take a peak.

	"You really don't go for the guys, huh, Chief?" The young man spoke as if up until know he had harbored some smidgen of hope, however week it might have been. And upon seeing Blaine's reaction to the newcomer even that fragile hope had died.

	Blaine returned her gaze to her server and chuckled. "Not if I have any say in it. Not really."

	"She's..." Rory paused observing the redhead that had just walked into the pub. "Interesting." He finished.

	She was distinctly of Asian descent, surprisingly tall for someone of her heritage. Looking rather nice in her jeans and purple blouse. To Blaine's keen eye she appeared fit and someone who carried themselves with poise and quiet strength. Someone who was comfortable with who they were and didn't concern themselves with what others thought of them. She also appeared strangely displaced, or rather as if she was walking with her own bubble universe around her. And the only reason Blaine recognized the behavior was because she herself often employed it. Even now, sitting at her corner table dining by herself, observing the people from the inside of her own personal bubble. [i]A kindred spirit, perhaps.[/i] She wandered while debating whether she should go up to the bar and attempt to socialize for real. Instead of just observe other people socializing.

	A nugget of apprehension lodged itself in her stomach, unsettling the freshly deposited there Cajun fries and hot cocoa. Blaine swallowed with effort and shifted her gaze from the woman to the two men sitting at the bar. Then to Harkin who was busy doing his thing, but as soon as he saw his new customer some sort of recognition passed across his face and disappeared as he approached the redhead with a bottle of amber liquid in one hand. Blaine wrestled with the strange disappointment that overcame her. I mean, after all, this was a pub. People usually came in for a drink or two. She didn't mind those. What she disliked was people seeking senseless oblivion at the bottom of a glass. In her opinion it never lasted and once the euphoria of the alcohol wore off, the emotional whiplash was much worse than allowing yourself to fully feel what needed to be felt. But that was just her. She could not judge people for their coping mechanisms.

	She realized she'd gotten up and was moving when she was almost at the bar and Harkin had just caught her eye.

	"Need a refill, Chief?" He asked and peered into Blaine's blue eyes. A spark of recognition passed between the two of them as it always did whenever the old vamp and the Were Alpha looked at each other with searching eyes. He nodded as if in understanding. Blaine returned the gesture. "One hot cocoa coming right up." He declared and went about to prepare Blaine's beverage. What had transpired between them however had nothing to do with her ordering a refill of her drink. With that one look the two had related to each other the unsettled feeling both supernaturals harbored as of late.

	Blaine leaned on the bar while she waited for Harkin to come back with her cocoa, lost in thought, trying to discern what was it that had the supernaturals in Salem so off kilter. So lost was she in her reverie that she didn't realize she was within touching distance with the woman who'd captivated her when she'd entered the pub.

	"One hot cocoa as ordered." Announced Harkin placing the mug in front of Blaine pulling her out of her thoughts with a start. She jumped uncharacteristically startled and bumped into the redhead, almost making her spill her drink.

	Blaine turned pink with embarrassment, but good manners forced her to look square at the woman and apologize. And once again she was captivated by her appearance full of interesting contradictions.

	"I'm terribly sorry!" Blaine said, taking a step back. "This is why I don't sit at the bar." She offered a lopsided grin. "Too clumsy." She dialed down her grin to a small smile. "I hope I didn't manage to spill your drink." She kept here gaze firmly trained on the redhead's eyes even if she was tempted to let it roam over her body. Her eyes were green. No, grey. No, brown...? Hazel. Yes! That incredible eye color that had the ability to shift between different hews depending on various factors. "I'm Blaine Moore." She offered her hand to the stranger. "Again. I'm terribly sorry." She fell silent and awaited for her verdict.