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[sub]Timestamp: After Happy Reunion[/sub]
[sub]FT: [color=FACE75]Sal Montero[/color], [color=fccb8e]Aves Kaine[/color], [color=cd5c5c]Rosie Drake[/color]
[color=F068D4]Bron Milligan[/color], [color=palegreen]Stacy Čapek[/color], [color=b8860b]Marco Brady[/color] 
Mentions of: [color=violet]Katie Čapek[/color][/sub][/right]

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[indent][indent]With her dad leaving to help her mom with a flat, Avery Kaine and Rosalie Hawthorne-Drake had the store to themselves (which honestly was an often occurrence, since Arthur trusted his daughter and that’s that). Zella Kaine was part of the summer school program so that’s where she’s been spending most of her days at. Unfortunately, the Kaine matriarch was awful at keeping up with her car. Aves could’ve sworn a week ago that she told her mom about how shitty her tires looked. She was lucky it was only one tire that blew because lord knows, those tires were so old, they were begging for death at this point.  

Avery had told Rosie that she could’ve left early to beat the storm, which was not what happened since Rosie was knee deep in her Basilisk fanfic. Hey, that was okay with Avery, having company was always nice since she was here from opening to closing most days. Ever since she graduated highschool and chose not to go to college, this was Aves life. Swerve Arcana. She wasn’t complaining. Her deal could’ve been worse. Plus! This helped free her dad’s schedule so he could reach out to some of his contacts to throw epic events here. 

Pretty sure he was in the process of setting up a comic book signing with Spike Langley so that was cool. Spike was hella’ popular in Edenridge. He probably wouldn’t expect the most haunted place in America had his biggest fan base. In the backroom, which was mostly storage, Avery signed into her spotify on the computer that piped in the audio throughout the building. Going to her early 2000s playlist, she pressed shuffle and the first song to blast was Stacy’s Mom. 

Bitchin’. 

After turning up the volume, because why the hell not, there wasn’t anyone else around, Avery flew the door open and started shimmying, singing, and dancing down the manga aisle.  She slid down from one aisle into the next, where RoRo was and she gave her friend a big, shit eating grin. Strumming her air guitar, she loudly sang, [color=fccb8e]“You know, I’m not the little boy that I used to be. I’m all grown up now. BABY, CAN’T YOU SEE?”[/color]

What a day to come back to town. Bronagh Milligan, for as much time as she spent on the Internet posting pictures for OnlyFans, shooting her vlog and chatting with her adoring fans, she never checked the damn weather app. How was she supposed to know it was gonna turn into the Day After Tomorrow out there? She had spent most of her day interviewing and getting the job at the Animal Hospital. It wasn’t a permanent gig by any means, just something to help her pay a little rent whilst she was home for a few months.

College was, well quite frankly it was a bit of a mess for Bron. She’d changed her major multiple times now and she’s only gotten away with it for so long because she fucked the right teacher or teachers. Yet that was just sex, a trade of services. She had her boy chilling in Pinehurst, waiting for whenever she was around. He was an angry boy, so the sex was always amazing but he was also really sweet beneath the bravado. She’d have to let him know that they didn’t have to be long distance anymore while she was back in her hometown. Her big sister was back too! But JJ was out for the night, likely overnight if she had her way. All she said to Bron was that she was meeting a dreamboat. Knowing Eden, that boat was likely the titanic or a Russian submarine but Jessie was a big girl, she could handle it.

The self proclaimed influencer knew she had to find shelter fast or she was going to get soaked to the bone and although she would look hot as hell wet no one would be there to see it if she was swept away in a flash flood. Seeing the light on at the end of the street, Bronagh charged through the door of Swerve Arcana; a place she didn’t even know existed even when she lived in Eden the first time round. She tossed off the jacket she had stolen from the cute guy at the Vet’s to the floor to reveal her body in all its glory. [url=https://preview.redd.it/bg24oi0ped351.png?auto=webp&s=55116039c3c3d0a812e0bbca872c52e207a3a640]Her crisp white shirt was slightly damp and see through whilst her long legs were drenched[/url] and glistening in the Arcana light. Bron flicked her hair back before sliding both of her hands into her back pockets, cocking an eyebrow as she did to look at the dancing girl in one of the aisles.

[color=F068D4]“Nice vibe.”[/color]

As if the music wasn’t bad enough (it really wasn’t bad but it was loud), but just for a moment, Rosie came out of the daze of her dreams, writing up a storm for one of her off-shoots of her Basilisk series and wrote a self-indulgant fic (let’s just say she’s taking some vague liberties about the clarity of her heroine’s love interest), she popped her head up to see Aves lost in her own groove, singing Stacy’s Mom at the top of her lungs, her dance moves nearly matching her pitch. But she loved seeing Aves being herself. Still…

[color=cd5c5c]“Did she have to be so loud?”[/color] The blonde artist sighed, looking up only long enough to see the hot blonde bombshell who just walked into Swerve. Her blue eyes homed in and admired from afar for the majestic hair flip, to which Rosie muttered [color=cd5c5c]“nice!”[/color] as she suddenly made herself available. [color=cd5c5c]“It is a nice vibe, isn’t it?”[/color] Rosie said, moving a little bit closer. [color=cd5c5c]“You look a little wet…from the storm, I mean. It’s coming down pretty hard, huh?”[/color]

[color=F068D4]“I’m a little moist,”[/color] Bronagh playfully responded to the pretty girl that was addressing her with a crescent smile across her face. [color=F068D4]“Nothing wrong with that though.”[/color] Her tongue gently caressed her bottom lip for a second, just a little tease before she stepped further into Swerve and looked around to get her bearings. Bron had to wonder where she had wound up. Lots of those comic book things, someone cut outs of Chris Evans, total Daddy and board games. Either she was at the comic book store she had heard her cousin Clay mention before or she had been struck by lightning and sent to the wrong heaven because this was obviously a nerd's biggest fantasy. [color=F068D4]“Nice place. You got anything hot to drink? Or gin? Either is fine.”[/color]

Damn. No one wanted to party. How lame. Where was Clay when she needed him? [color=fccb8e]“No to the booze. But yeah to the hot drink. We got hot drinks in the backroom. And if you want soda, we also have vending machines. My mom likes every tea under the sun and my dad has a caffeine problem, so what would you like?”[/color] Avery asked, frowning that no one wanted to sing and dance with her. Then again, that was immediately left behind when her eyes couldn’t help themselves. They had a mind of their own. Before she knew it she was checking the newcomer out from head to toe. 

Once she had taken in the sight, realizing man this girl did not belong here, Avery turned to Rosie and grumbled, [color=fccb8e]“I GUESS I’ll turn down the music. But you’re lame. I wanted a dance party but you’re over here drawing disproportionate boobs that defy gravity.”[/color] 

[color=cd5c5c]“I’m lame!?”[/color] Rosie huffed, offended by what Aves just implied. [color=cd5c5c]“Excuse me. These are works of art! They represent the level of power and general badassery. Just look at Power Girl. Her hooters are out of this world!”[/color] Rosie shouted, getting somewhat emotional. “New girl!” Rosie’s voice and eyes pinpointed on the blonde bombshell that just walked in who Rosie felt could bring a solid expertise into this debate. [color=cd5c5c]“You agree, right? Bigger is better!”[/color]

Bron really had no idea what she had stumbled into and she was missing valuable vlog filming time. She glanced at the two women staring at her and tilted her head. This entire conversation gave her an idea and this was going to be quite the unique opportunity. Sliding her phone from her pocket, Bronagh turned on the camera and placed it on one of the nearby bookshelves. [color=F068D4]“Is bigger better? Well…”[/color] Without warning, the Milligan girl peeled off her white t-shirt slowly to reveal her toned body, now only covered by a simple lacy black bra. [color=F068D4]“…is this the answer you were looking for or does it just open up more questions?”[/color]

Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

Avery found herself staring right at Bron’s chest, stunned. Who was this girl? She looked familiar but she couldn’t put a name to her face. That bra was sexy though. Lace was kind of a vibe. She always imagined Jamie in a mesh lace dress. Lingerie. God she wanted to see Jamie in lingerie so bad. Closing her mouth from being ajar for a little too long, Avery snapped back to reality and met the other girl’s gaze, [color=fccb8e]“Well you’re fucking hot, I’m just going to… get you cocoa. You seem like a hot chocolate kind of girl,”[/color] Begrudgingly, and almost like a robot, the older girl turned on her heel and marched to the back room, her face beaming bright red at the boldness of this stranger. Today was a day. A day that really made her stupidly hot and bothered. Fucking hell. 

All sense of anything and everything around here just…stopped working. Rosie was a proud pervert. A respectful one. She liked to look but she did it with class. And sure, she drew outrageously large hooters on her characters and even liked to read comics with the same bra sizes, but when it was happening in real time and totally unprovoked, she froze. The fact that the blonde bombshell just pulled up her shirt without even so much as a warning not only sent Aves into her version of waving the white flag, but Rosie was frozen and her cheeks felt hot.

[color=cd5c5c][i]Does it open up more questions? Yeah probably…[/i][/color] 

She had to get a handle on things. Shaking her head lightly, Rosie had to force herself to not stare too obviously and just…focus. Focus on her face, not boobs. [color=cd5c5c]“Y-yeah that…”[/color]

Be it divine intervention or right place, right time, the boob-obsessed girl’s attention went from blonde bombshell to the door as the bell dinged and two new customers graced Swerve with their presence at the best time. Rosie let out a rather obvious sigh of relief when she saw it was Marco. [color=cd5c5c][i]Thank god[/i][/color] and he was with somebody that seemed…familiar, but she couldn’t place. [color=cd5c5c]“Marco!”[/color] She exclaimed.

Marco was with Stacy. They were just coming from the park and he had intended to come here only so she could meet back up with her sister, but with one scan of the immediate area, Marco…well, he didn’t know what he just walked into. Looking at Rosie Drake, he just waved and awkwardly at that. [color=b8860b]“Hey…Rosie. And…friend.”[/color] 

Following Marco’s lead, Stacy had followed his eyes, but at the same time she met the blonde who was exposed quite indecently, sending her face red with secondhand awkwardness, it was the song she heard in the background that really made her flush red. [i]What kind of place did Katie like to frequent?[/i] Was this why Katie couldn’t wait to come here? Not like she wouldn’t fit in. Katie was certainly different than Stacy. [color=palegreen]“Hi…I’m Stacy…”[/color] She just waved too, mirroring Marco in a very awkward and tense interaction (not to mention uncomfortable for the Zima girl).

Sal had fallen asleep in the bathroom. After leaving Swerve on the recruiting mission he had accepted from the good lady Butterscotch and the Dungeon Master, he spoke to the Quill for directions wound up in a place called Westwood looking for the member of the Midnight Society they called the Sword, Dallas Drake-Davies. Arriving at quite a nice house, Salvador was greeted at the front door by a grungy girl who legit looked like she belonged either on the runway or at a Nirvana concert. She said her name was Adelaide and she reeked of awesomeness and weed. 

Sal enquired after Dallas and was led into a small room to see a pretty girl looking after three kids. He introduced himself and mentioned who had sent him which piqued the girl’s interest. He informed her about his current predicament of trying to reunite the Midnight society so that he could enter their campaign and at first Dallas thought it was a joke. When Sal told her how serious he was, she had to mull it over for a second. Eventually Dal offered Salvador a deal. Beat her in blackjack and she’d help him on his quest. Sitting down at her kitchen table, the pair played one hand and luckily, Sal won. Now having recruited the parties Knight, a happy Sal headed back into the street but realised very quickly that this was still his first day in town and he was lost as fuck. He somehow managed to find his way back to Swerve and the bathroom he now found himself asleep in.

Emerging from the bathroom with a yawn, Sal moved down the aisle towards the entrance, hoping the rain had subsided so that he could find his way back to his new home on….fuck what street did he live on now? The young Mexicano stopped in his tracks when he saw the amassed group at the entranceway, specifically the topless beauty in the centre of it all. [color=FACE75]“Ay dios mío!”[/color]

Rosie forgot what she was going to say, but she was grateful for the distraction that Marco and…Stacy - yeah, that was the cute redhead’s name - provided. And even better, Salvadore (that’s his name, right?) showed up. Though, when Rosie glanced over at the latino boy, she couldn’t help but notice he was feeling some type of way. [color=cd5c5c][i]Welcome to my world…[/i] “Sal! Hey!”[/color] Rosie switched gears. As much as it was tearing her up inside to turn away from the free preview of some model’s Fansly or whatever it was called, Rosie made Sal the focus of her undivided attention. [color=cd5c5c]“Thought you left a long time ago. Where were ya?”[/color] Rosie definitely was trying to not get too beet red over the fact that the blonde bombshell still had [i]them[/i] out. Yeah, for someone so boob-obsessed, she still had to work on how she handled the real thing in the moment.

[color=FACE75]“Erm erm I err…”[/color] Sal averted his gaze from the girl in the eye of the storm and over to Rosie. [color=FACE75]“I spoke to Dallas, she’s erm, yeah she’s in with helping us with the campaign.”[/color] The young boy was really at a loss. What was this place? Was it magic? Maybe they were all Bruja’s and this was some sort of curse? It was the most haunted town in America after all. [color=FACE75]“I got turned around in the storm, I didn’t know how to get home so I came back here.”[/color] He swiftly turned his head to look at the other newcomers, especially the girl, Stacy? He smiled awkwardly and offered a barely there wave.

[color=F068D4]“Well this is adorable,”[/color] Bronagh stood with her hands on her hips, her breasts still on full display. Her light green eyes fell upon her camera and a bright smile crossed her face. [color=F068D4]“As you can see guys, a big pair of tits can stop a room dead.”[/color] Bron brushed away her long blonde hair and flicked it behind her shoulder. [color=F068D4]“Does that make bigger, better? Why don’t you tell me? I’ll post a voting link in the comments. Don’t forget to like, share, subscribe. Love me, love you.”[/color] Blowing a kiss to her audience, Bronagh moved forward and turned off her camera. [color=F068D4]“I like this place, you nerds are fun.”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“Glad you think so!”[/color] Rosie acknowledged the bombshell’s comment with a small smile, once again trying not to lose herself in what remained out in the open. 

Turning her focus on Salvadore, she noticed him and the pretty brunette (redhead?) exchanging a…something. Odd yet adorable. [color=cd5c5c]“Yeah it’s pretty crazy out there, isn’t it? Won’t get any better, I’d imagine.”[/color] Rosie had to take control of the group somehow, so she made a small clap with her hands. [color=cd5c5c]“So we got a bunch of familiars, but also a new girl--sorry, your name was what again?”[/color]

[color=palegreen]“Stacy!”[/color] She repeated. 

[color=cd5c5c]“Right, Stacy. Stacy, this is Salvadore. Sal, this is new girl Stacy. Came inside with Marco here. Where were you two even coming from?”[/color] She asked both Marco and Stacy, the latter of which looked a bit too simp-esque to speak.

Marco coughed, finding himself increasingly uncomfortable. Boobs didn’t bother him but it felt just so awkward with them just…out like that. He shook his head. [color=b8860b]“Came from the park just down the street. Stacy said her sister was here. I just came to make sure she got here okay, but given the storm outside, guess I have nowhere to go.”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“Oh really? What’s your sister’s name? Maybe we can find her or something.”[/color]

She broke her boy-crazy eyes away from Sal to answer Rosie. [color=palegreen]“Oh! Her name is Katie!”[/color]

[color=cd5c5c]“Oh that loud mouth? Yeah, she’s around. Not sure where, but last I saw her, she was somewhere in the back. Aves was heading there, so I’m sure she can find your sister for us. And if not, at least you know she’s here, right?”[/color]

After Avery turned down the music and changed the playlist to something more relaxed, like lo-fi relaxed, she strolled into the employee break room to make some hot chocolate. There were quite a few people here so it was only fair to make a cup for each person, assuming they even liked hot chocolate. How many were even here? Unceremoniously, Avery poked her head out the door and called out, her voice booming throughout the entire Swerve building, [color=fccb8e]“AM I MAKING ONE CUP OF COCOA OR DO YOU ALL WANT SOMETHING TO DRINK? IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY - THERE'S LIKE…”[/color] Six? Seven people? There was Katie on the beanie and if she remembered correctly Sal came back and went straight to the bathroom. Perks of being at the front all the time. You remembered who came and went. [color=fccb8e]“…fuck it. WHY DON’T YOU GUYS JUST COME HERE? DON’T TELL MY DAD! THERE’S BROWNIES AND OTHER SHIT MY MOM MADE!”[/color]

[color=F068D4]“Oooh brownies!”[/color] Bron exclaimed. Despite the fact if one looked at her impossibly perfect figure it appeared as if the OnlyFans model had never eaten a brownie in her life, that would be an incorrect assumption. Bronagh had a huge sweet tooth and when chocolate was in the cards, she was ready to play a full deck. Not bothering to pick up her shirt to cover her modesty, the green eyed temptress simply slipped her hands into the back of her short shorts and made her way towards the voice that had called them. The freckled girl, whatever her name was.

Avery’s yell snapped Sal out of his staring contest with the new arrival: Stacy. As the fantasy of having two kids and a dog with her gave way to the true visage of Swerve Arcana, the Latino boy watched the growing crowd head towards the back of the store. Not wanting to tempt fate, Salvador made his way to the entrance and made sure to lock the door. Sure, heaven had opened up above them but he had seen way too many times the lengths people would go to if they had a vendetta. For a brief second, his mind wandered to the bottom of those damned hotel stairs before he took a step backwards into reality.  

Spinning on his heel, Sal hurried to follow the eclectic group that had been selected and gathered by unknown forces to protect the world from devastation. They weren’t exactly teenagers with attrition but they weren’t far off. He wondered as he entered the break room behind Stacy what great new adventure was about to take place.

The saga begins…[/indent][/indent][/color]