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Like a black bird flying through the skies, walking through the doors of the Trip Trap feels like sending a message, feels like she is made of feathers and bone and she has flown so far from herself that she canât recognize who she is anymore. There are so many other bars she favors, so many other places in Fabletown that donât make her feel so much⊠well, like a fable. There are places where she goes to forget herself, places where she goes to feel free, and places where she goes to embrace this new life of hers, but here in the Trip Trap thereâs nowhere to hide. Here she is surrounded by Fables commiserating and drinking and it feels like something dangerous, like a place where who she is and who she is not is going to be made public, and thatâs not something sheâll ever be ready for.Â
But ThĂ©o is here, sipping at a nearly empty drink and talking to the woman behind the bar, and it is ThĂ©o that she wants to talk to, Theo that she needs to talk to. If Wolf wonât find out what happened to Goldi, then sheâll do it herself. "Tequila, please,â she says, sliding onto the empty stool next to him. She makes no hesitations, no play acting at just noticing him there, and turns to him immediately. âCan I buy you another?â
Another night on the... well, what passed for the town, around here. A one-time village swallowed up by the crawl of New York City. Still a village, really, in so many ways. Hard not to know everybody, when you had a few hundred years and only a couple blocks to share. Made for a peculiar sort of atmosphere. Especially when you were one of those Fables who had to fight and pay for a place here, knowing that most of your neighbors took it for granted. But, that was hardly a productive thought. Or a pleasant one, especially given recent... tremors, in his relationship with the most reliable name in illegal glamours. Of all the stupid, boorish, idiot things...ThĂ©o polished off the last of his brandy at the thought, the damn thought. The damn fearful thought. What if he was forgetting? Losing what magic heâd had? He lifted that glass again, thoughtlessly. Empty. Right. The bartender had started to wind her way closer, watching. He draped a smile over his frayed nerves, prepared to charm his way to a second round on the house - or, at least, to a distracting conversation. At least.
 Before he could settle into that, though, company arrived. Not unwelcome, but a surprise. The offer, too. âBy all means,â ThĂ©oâs head tilted, more than a little bemusement there. No need to point out that this wasnât one of Marieâs usual haunts; they were both well aware. What on earth had brought her by Trip Trap, of all places? And on such a mission, too. The fresh shots hit the bar between them, followed, almost begrudgingly, by a couple slices of lime and a tarnished shaker of salt. His dark eyes flicked from the tequila to Marie, a slow, curious smile slinking across his face. âAre we drinking to anything in particular, then?â












