Lady’s not often too keen on bars that Grendel or her boyfriend, Fearmonger, isn’t sucking dry. Even though they’re not here, and even though this place is jam-packed with unfamiliar Fable faces, Lady’s keen on acting her age and getting a drink for herself. The only problem is her goddamn babyface. No ID, no alcohol, even though she’s clearly older than fuckall to get it. She’s so short all she can do is rest her chin on the bar and splay her arms out over the top of the counter, slapping her hands on the hard surface in frustration.

“Awwwh, come on, fucker!!! I’m a friggin hundred yeuhs old, lemmie drink!”

Fat chance, kid. No ID, no drink. Them’s the goddamned breaks, so if you don’t like it, you can scram!

A grimace and a few good minutes of pouting (and contemplating screaming) later, she decides to move herself elsewhere. A table by her lonesome was nice enough, but she wanted action. Wanted a drink to start a brawl, wanted someone to punch her in the face for an excuse… anything really. Which was why she began eaves dropping. Listening in, trying to hone in on conversations that had anything of interest.

The most interesting one, though, belonged to a pair of twins talking about magic and Fables. 

Her eyes remained locked on the two of them, unabashedly listening in while trying to study their behavior if she could see them. They’re still bickering until- oh, hey. One of them is now looking in her direction. Time for Lady to wear her best (totally non-menacing, she swears) grin, hands holding up her face, eyes locked on the individual trying to calm her sister down.

“Hey.” How should she approach? Couldn’t help hearing you’re magicians? Couldn’t help but notice you two babies are here where no babies dare to tread? Something good, surely, after their reactions.

“Oh! Um, hello there.” Eden chirped, hearing the unfamiliar voice. She stared at the other and beamed widely. It was always nice, meeting people. At least, that’s what she thought. Ethan on the other hand was skeptical when meeting strangers. “We’re totally old enough to be here--”

“--Eden, shh.” Ethan huffed, fixing her eyes on the stranger. She slowly stood to her feet, lightly tugging her twin’s arm. “C’mon, we gotta go. We can study somewhere else.” Releasing Eden’s arm, she peered down at the few books they’ve brought with them, and picked them up, holding them close to her chest. “We can... go find the library. It’s quieter there, anyway. Less rowdy.”

“Oh my God, t-that would be really great, thank you. The dark kinda freaks me out.” Cola stuttered as he inched closer to the stranger. He felt a lot better with someone escorting him to his truck.

“I-Is it too much to ask If I can hold your hand too?

“My brother’s the same way.” Eden admitted, “Sometimes the dark can be frightening, but... I find that if you’re with someone, it’s not too bad.” The question made her raise an eyebrow, though she gave him another smile. 

O-Oh geez, I’d been in that arcade for a while…I didn’t realise how dark it got. Shit and my truck is parked down the far end of the street.

Blythe doesn’t have a familiar, though he does have three pet cats. They’re all Ragdoll cats, and are named Andromeda, Antigone, and Avalon.

Ethan & Eden on the other hand have familiars.