SIGNS IN A HAUNTED CLUB

She could have broken out of prison anytime that she had wanted, but Faith had waited until whispers of Angel being in trouble reached her ears before she made her move. Out of everyone in her world, he was the person that she cared most for, the only one that had thought she was worth saving. It could be a lie, something that had been started to pull the darker of the slayers back into the fray, but she wanted to be sure. She needed to see him, then she could relax. "Fuck, it's weird to be out."

Work had been exhausting. She had worked six days out of seven, which was unusual. As much as an overachiever that she was she had thought she had finally reached a balance between work and life. However, as this past week could show she hadn’t. Her boss had done his damn puppy eyes and Miriam was defenseless. This didn’t help her current situation because she was still looking at classifieds looking for a damn apartment she could afford that didn’t mean having to give up that much of her comfortability. It wasn’t looking good for her. She needed a damn break, the words were starting to mix with each other. Thankfully the random outburst gave her just that, “ — Is this your way of hitting on me or are you processing? I imagine being out of the closet brings that kind of relief. It did for me.”   

His gaze followed the male’s as he nodded. This was why he never understood the insanity of having white sneakers. White anything managed to make his anxiety jump. Perhaps it was because in the course of his occupation, nothing white ever remained intact. It wasn’t because of lack effort cause man did Easton try. “You probably should. No one really knows how long we’re going to be around.” Which brought him full circle in the many questions floating in his head. Did he have to get a new job? Was he going to have to locate a new apartment as well? He was starting over and had zero currency to his name. “As well as everything that makes us seem functional I suppose,” he muttered under his breath. 

It was the little moments that were making this entire trip somewhat bearable. At least that was the story he was telling and sticking with. Not like he could openly admit that the only reason he was here was that he had been too damn hungry to pay attention and raised his hand thinking that he was volunteering to get a midnight snack with the group when in reality it had been a vote to go back in time and fix the giant hole in the middle of their town. Now that was something he was probably not going to be able to live down. As he looked up to meet her laptop and finished taking another sip he nodded in agreement, “I would think so. I am more of a cooking type of person though. Computers and I are not friends.” 

“Both.” She supposed she shouldn’t just limit herself to one or the other. After all, it seemed like the man was a man of few words and she didn’t have that much company to choose from. At least not yet. There was always Kadir she could go and bother but he was busy with the witch and at some point, Kayleigh had to develop her own friendship and her own life. Whatever the hell that meant. “You don’t seem to be the type to be in a club.” There it was, talking before thinking. It was probably going to be the trait that would get her to her death if nothing else did. “I’m just saying — you’re more of the bookstore luker vibe more than anything else.” Kay truly did mean that with the most sincerity and positive spin one could put on it. 

There was some comfort in talking about things that didn’t matter. Things that didn’t surround her brother, the giant black hole sucking up their world, death and you know the whole giant impending doom coming to them all. For a moment she thought she could actually enjoy this. Not that she wanted to stand here and assume that the woman in front of her had it easier than her. That would be the last thing she would want to do. “Suppose we will have to just figure it out on our own.” So perhaps her first automobile purchase had left her with some distrust. Clearly, that was something that this whole time-traveling thing hadn’t managed to fix. “Kayleigh just got into town.” She wasn’t lying. Not technically. Great now she was a fucking car salesperson thingy. “Are you from here?” 

Perhaps Kadir was right she needed to improve her jabs. Though given what had just been tossed at her, perhaps the lack of creativity was contiguous. If he didn’t know where Gregory was then no one would. She decided at that moment to not get too worried about her brother's absence. Surely, the man would tumble in and tell her that she worries too much. It was a damn miracle she still had hair left on her head. “Considering you’re almost like his significant other I thought you would have an idea. I’m just the baby sister.” The helicopter sister making sure he’s alive and well, but who’s counting on that? “Probably not. Did you leave him at the bakery? Cause that also is one of his vices.” Those damn cheesecakes.  

"you have GOT to be kidding me!!" why were demons like this? one moment, hiding behind dark corners and the next moment you were bamboozled!! jumping out and attacking you from behind-- not very respectable of them honestly. then again, they were demons. the biggest problem paige had was her lack of control over most of her powers at the moment. the most important of course being orbing. "come on!" she exclaimed, trying to battle herself free. finally FINALLY her magic kicked in, and she burst into blue orbs in the air, reappearing two feet away from the aghast demon. "couldn't of gotten further away?" she exclaimed. "seriously?"

past, future, present you're guaranteed one thing. bonnie sheila bennett always had her nose in a book… grimoire, tome, take your pick. She knew what she was looking for, making the magic box her haunt. their collection of occult catching her eye. more specifically the book collection was vast, but there was one she was looking for. unfortunately, she was distracted by the number of books on demons - she had never seen a demon unless you count damon most wouldn't but these looked like something out of a rocky horror picture show. she mindlessly flipped a page, as beads of sweat formed over her color bone before finally letting out a frustrated huff. reaching for her iced tea resting the cool paper cup on her shoulder, "is it normally this hot in here?" she muttered to herself. you'd think after facing hellfire head-on a little heatwave wouldn't be so bad but this was ridiculous. closing her eyes she focused. she didn't need to chant to call upon her magic anymore; perfecting the use of her magic fingers danced along the air as a slight breeze ruffled her hair and she couldn't help but smile as the heat ebbed away. humming in satisfaction she opened her eyes and found the other's gaze on her as she grinned at them. "it's rude to stare you know."

Easton hadn’t exactly queued in the line to come back to the past and save the world mission. Honestly, he had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. There had been no right in his life. Pack members were talking about taking a trip and in his talent of not paying attention all the time and his lack of detail he thought they were talking about grabbing food and had raised his hand. The cheers had even made sense cause it had been a while since the pack had found the time and had put in the effort to actually eat like a pack. It wasn’t till people were talking about how fetch was never going to happen that he realized how wrong he had been. “It’s also rude to not share the magic,” Easton replied with a smile on his lips before he readjusted himself in the chair. Apparently reading upside down didn’t really make the information on the pages stick any more than reading it the normal way did. Just managed to give him a headache. Though one could argue that was the heat as well. Did you find anything interesting? 

“I believe that is called mob mentality.” Easton chimed in. He didn’t disagree with the statement made about the quality of the drinks coming from this establishment. This was why he loved the water and the water only, not to mention it was free. Anything free always got his attention. It was why he always went to every club meeting on his university campus. He had never been into rocks but when they invited him and the flyer stated there would be free pizza you could be certain that he would be there. “A case? You must be really busy.” Perhaps he should’ve faked a shock look but the whole time traveling had left him exhausted. “Yeah, seems like global warming has kicked in.” Shit, he corrected himself by quickly adding the following, “What are the happenings that are taking place?”

It seemed like everything was complicated. Even the air was heavy, which quickly reminded him that he should have brought his inhaler into this timeline. Not like his asthma just went away with the time travel. Though he did believe it had gotten worse. He made a mental note to check on that situation sooner versus later. “You think so? Are we entering winter or do you think fall managed to cause a mess late in the game?” Weather talk was a lot better than the Hellmouth that was about to swallow their entire world up — well that was in the timeline that he had come from. “Does it snow here?” He doubted it but you never knew and he knew that delivery was a mess in the past so that was also something else that he had get on.

Starbucks water was perhaps the only constant between both timelines that he had found. It explained why he was holding onto it. Easton didn’t do well when it came to changes. He usually had a woobie — or some kind of security blanket. He had none here, which upset him greatly. There was his pack but there were not enough peanuts around. Everyone seemed to want to get involved in this mess; to prevent it or accomplish it. Didn’t matter because the point was that he was the only peanut in the peanut gallery at the moment. Man, that was a lot of peanut thinking. He returned back to the present moment with Amelia in front of him, “It’s just pure water — water and ice. It really is simple but it hits different than any other water,” yes, he could hear himself talk. “No, I suppose that is what makes it great. Guess you could say that I am a bit homesick. — How are you holding up?”

Homework, man Kay found herself to be rather jealous of the woman. She wished she could remember a time that had been so simple that the most complicated thing was homework. After her own graduation back home the world she was in started to disappear. She didn’t mean the literal shit that was going but watching her own brother fade as well. Maybe here Greg would be able to get his shit together. Maybe was the damn keyword in all of it. She had to have hope, it was the least she could extend to her brother. “I suppose so. Lawyers have to spew shit to get out of the mess their clients get into. But a dealership has to get someone else to not only buy their lies but also pull out their cash. The latter just seems worse.” As she mentioned she was reminded how lawyers also cost, so the same could be said about them. The word slimy caught the redhead’s attention — didn’t that describe her brother’s gang? “Managed to rub elbows with some for family. Got to love them.”

The man was a man of few words. She figured it could’ve been worse. Kayleigh could’ve bumped into someone that was rude or drunk. Those were two things she didn’t need to deal with right now. So she was going to take what she was given for now. “Nope. If I am being honest I am out of my comfort zone.” Being alone and not knowing where people she knew was one thing — to be somewhere new was another. How was she going to get around? What was the currency? Where was she going to sleep when the sun went down? Oh man, she could really be freaking out right now if she wanted to. “What kind of food places have you seen around?” He seemed to have been around longer than her. At least from this time period which was a huge win in her books.