Blue Moon

Rumour or fact, it’s something I have no problem being spread around. 

...Why?

And you’re a lowlife cockroach who clearly has such a boring life they need to judge other people - wrongly I might add. 

Depends on who I’m killing. 

No more or no less than anyone else I’ve dated. Although, she was particularly good in bed. @kindlykiara

“They’re the perfect ones!” she grinned as the two went to pay for the items in the boutique in Soho. As they headed out and walked down the street, Marty looped her arm into Kaia and looked at her friend with some concern. “You reached out to the Davenports right? How’s that going?” 

Kaia paid for the sunglasses and promptly put them on, glad for them as the two stepping stepped out into the sun. “I didn’t seek them out myself...” Kaia replied, her furrowed eyebrows hidden slightly behind the sunglasses. “It was Gale who reached out to me, and he’s been great. As for the rest of the Davenports, it’s complicated. On the one hand, I love Gale and Hunter to pieces, but then there’s Bran...” 

“Sorry–– I’m not…I don’t…work here…” Charlie made a mental note never to wear the same colored shirt as a store’s employee uniform again. This was the third person to ask him for help in ten minutes. Still, he gave his best helpful smile, “But I can help you find–– well….okay then.” They were already flipping him off before he could finish his offer to aid them in finding a sales associate or manager. “D’you think they thought I was lying?” he asked the person in the aisle with him, not sure why everyone seemed so peeved when he told them he didn’t work there.

Kaia could only laugh at was clearly an overreaction. She shook her head as she watched the man storm off. “I know how he feels, I was about to ask you where I could find some noodles,” Kaia joked. “Perhaps you should just keep sending people to the same aisle. If enough people ask you you’re bound to get it right at least once,” Kaia suggested semi-seriously. “Or, I’d quite happily spend the next ten minutes following that guy around and placing random items in his basket.” This time Kaia was completely serious, knowing she’d find that rather enjoyable. 

The pub was lively, but outside all the sounds were muffled as voices and music turned into distant cacophony. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, but Alexandre felt terrific as he leaned against the brick wall. Cigarette hanging from his lips, he hit the butt of the lighter against his palm repeatedly. Sparks danced in the opening, but no flame followed. “Would you stop being a cunt?” the lighter didn’t stop and, defeated, he pushed it back down into his pocket.  

“You have a lighter?”

“Excuse me,” Kaia said angrily, anger which quickly dissolved when she realised his insulting words weren’t aimed at her. “Oh right... No sorry. I don’t smoke,” Kaia replied automatically before suddenly remembering. “But... I may have... give me one second...” Kaia searched through her bag as she spoke, before triumphantly pulling out some matches, “Some matches! Here.” Kaia held out the box towards him. Sometimes never sorting out your bag had its uses. She used the matches when she was a witch for lighting candles and incense. 

“Oi!” he called out, holding the side of his head after he bumped into the door that the other opened. “Well, that one hurt a little,” the blonde groaned and looked up at the other, “are you okay?” Bran asked curiously, looking them over to make sure they weren’t hurt.

“You should count yourself lucky,” Kaia replied drily. She had been ready to apologise as soon as she realised she’d accidentally opened the door on someone, but then she saw who it was. “Some accidents cause a lot more hurt and pain. The kind you never recover from.” 

“I can’t even remember the last time I sat down and watched a movie,” Naomi admitted ruefully. She sometimes had the TV on as she cooked, cleaned, or worked out, but it was just as likely to be on a news channel as a movie one, and half the time she preferred blasting music to the TV anyway. She was surprised and a little pleased at Kaia suggesting the movie night now.

“Historical fiction writers do the same,” Naomi pointed out. “Artistic and creative liberties and all that,” she added, waving her hand. “If it doesn’t make good TV, they have to make it make good TV.” Of course that lead to tons of misconceptions, especially when ‘Based on a True Story’ meant that the storyline for the film was based very loosely on a real event. 

“I’ll watch movies with you if you promise to hold off on ranting about the historical inaccuracies until after the movie is over,” she grinned, giving Kaia an amused look. “I am interested in them, though. Just not during the film.”

“I can remember the last time I watched a movie, just not the last time I finished watching one...” Kaia mused before laughing. “Perhaps that’s why I often choose to watch shows when I have some TV time.” Kaia loved a good film as much as the next person, but she was rarely one to sit around watching TV all day. She was up and about doing this and that. The only time she did really watch a film properly was when she was with someone.

Kaia nodded in agreement, “True, but there were things he could have added to add drama. Like the nearby boat who got the distress call but the captain ignored it. I suppose it wouldn’t have added much to the plot. It wouldn’t be as bad if people didn’t take everything from films and TV based on fact. I’ve actually had a conversation with someone who was convinced Jurrasic Park was based on true events, they wouldn’t hear otherwise.” Kaia laughed and shrugged, “I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise I won’t scoff or mutter things under my breath.”

“Alright, let’s not throw stones,” he held up his hands with a good-natured laugh, nodding at Calliope. “Okay–– so adding booze to the to-do list. How many people did you invite again?”

“But that’s how I express my love,” Kaia replied, trying to act seriously before laughing as well. “I invited thirty. I was going to invite more, but I figured half of them would say they weren’t bringing a plus one, and then will. And then the other half will probably let their group of friends tag along.” 

“That’s my girl, quaking her enemies with terror. Though he’s easily startled so I’m not sure if it counts.” She probably already figured that out talking to him, which made it all the more amusing. “Yeah he’s .. not fond of crowds, so it seems. Kind of ironic with the family he’s born into.” Which he also felt sorry for the man for. Their family was a public one, it was hard to stay away from the crowds as the Mayor’s son. He snickered at her reaction to his more feisty comment, turning to the next conversation per her suggestion – poor girl. “He’ll manage. He’s strong, even if he doesn’t know it yet. I wouldn’t have told him otherwise.” He’d have sent him to a witch to erase it all most likely. But he felt like he could trust the man that aided him. 

“You joke, but I can actually be rather terrifying to those who aren’t immortal,” Kaia retorted nudging him in the ribs. “And, I wasn’t actually trying to scare him. I was trying to be on my best behaviour but as you’ve probably noticed... I don’t tend to hold back and I certainly don’t have a filter.” She grinned as she spoke, knowing those things were obvious within two minutes of meeting Kaia. Kaia certainly hadn’t held back when she first met Gale. “You’ve really grown quite fond of him, haven’t you?” Kaia teased, despite being really happy for Gale. However long this relationship was going to last it was nice to see him happy. “I could sense that about him. He certainly seemed to want to know more about our community, which I think is a good sign.” 

            “Alright, just like the next person, I enjoy the whole murder mystery stuff and the conspiracy theories, but if I see one more episode of someone trying to convince me aliens are real, I think my hair will start going gray. So – clear your schedule, you’re officially my plus one for the night and I’m not taking no for an answer, sugar.” 

“Some people probably say the same about witches and werewolves,” Kaia joked in amusement. “Besides, what has you so convinced they aren’t real?” She asked curiously before grinning. “You honour me by presuming I had plans to clear, so, where are we going?” 

“I honestly need a hug or like 6 shots of vodka with these tacos.” 

“All three sound good to me. Not at the same time though... that could get messy.”