TIA MATERIAL

“ monster tastes better than red bull , “ he answers simply, dimpled grin as he shrugs. he knows she can afford her own shoes, but he doesn’t care. he’s never been too good at keeping money, he wants to s p e n d . and he’d rather it be on her than his own stupid shit. he lets her take his hand, squeezing it gently as he stares down at her curious. “ something to show me ? is it food ? is it a present ? is it food as a present ? is it shiny ? oh oh is it that shiny shit you can put on food ?? “

marisol shook her head slightly, amused by her dear companion. “and coffee tastes better in the morning.” she remarked, looking over at the menu to see what they had coffee wise before she decided to leave. she may have to just go home before hand and make her own coffee. she looked at him as he went off on his asking tangent, chuckling at him. “goodness mijo, am i truly that predictable? minus the shiny shit. nothing should be shiny and going on your food unless it’s a cake. y yo no hago cakes. i don’t do that type of cakes.” she said, shaking her head at the thought of shiny shit on her food. kill her already. she shook her head and sighed. “i can’t remember for the life of me, but i’ll get you food if you’re hungry.” she stated, groaning slightly since there wasn’t anything that looked appealing. “i need coffee.”

        “ Make that two, please, “  he told the bartender, not quite in the mood to make his own drink decisions tonight. As long as the alcohol kept flowing, Roger would drink anything placed in front of him. Two stools opened up in front of them, and Roger quickly slid into one, watching Marisol do the same. He considered her question, considered how much of an answer he truly wanted to give her.   “ We’re drinking to forget, tonight, “   Roger told her, smiling sheepishly after realizing how it sounded.   “ Nothing bad, of course. Just… a nice distraction from real life now and again doesn’t hurt, right ? “   When the bartender placed the drinks in from of them, Roger tossed him his credit card and held his drink up, for them to cheers.   “ To good company, “   he said, mostly because he couldn’t think of anything more clever. She was the clever one, out of the two of them.

Marisol shook her head slightly, finding it rather endearing how she was the one truly making the decisions so far. she could sense he didn’t want to think that much tonight, which was exactly what she needed as well. She watched him slide into a chair and she did the same, slightly amused at the fact that her feet didn’t touch the feet no more. she crossed her legs, her foot tapping the air ever so slightly as she waited for their drink. she raised her eyerbows at the mention of forgetting, but as he elaborated, she couldn’t help but smile slightly and nod. “yeah sure, i get it.” as the bartender set her drink, she grabbed it and grinned. what was something clever? something that could entice perhaps a laugh? something to lift his spirits, since he looked a little bit off tonight. “may all our ups and downs be between the sheets and not in our mind.” she proclaimed, a grin on her face in hopes it would entice perhaps even the slightest of laughs. after all, a dirty joke always seem to work for her. 

Lukas: I didn't go home last night. Need to change and get my gear before I head over.

Lukas: I'm going hunting after the talk and pozole tia

Lukas: Si, I still have the code in mi telefono.

Marisol : con quien estabas a noche?

Marisol : nvm, you can tell me later.

marisol could only recall the last time she hugged her niece. the last summer judith came to spain. marisol to this day wasn’t sure with judith already knew of her supernatural background, if she had already contemplated running away from the family. but she seemed rather upset before leaving, and marisol couldn’t bear and see her niece so upset. so before marisol let her family walk into the airport and leave her sight for goodness how long, marisol made sure to ask judith to stay behind slightly. marisol looked at her niece for a second, putting her hair behind her ear.“no te preocupas. yo te voy a ver pronto. y si te tan problemas, solo me llamas.” she said, giving her niece a mischevious wink before pulling her into a hug. it was already hard, saying goodbye to her family like this, especially when she so needed their presence in her life. to be frank, she had also come to care so deeply for her brother’s children. almost as if they were her own. it was hard, and she could feel judith hold her tight and let out just the brief sound of a sob. so marisol leaned into her beloved niece, carressing her hair slightly as she whispered over and over again ‘it’s okay, mija. i aren’t losing me. you will come again next summer, and i’ll see you then. and if you don’t, im coming down there to see you! ya veras.”

‘We have to talk about last night.’

Did they though? Jasper was rather good at being efficient with his life. Burn something, move on. Move forward, carry tradition onwards. He’d holed himself up in his study and the pounding on the door reflected the pounding in his head. Far off, he could hear the doorbell. And then there were Marisol’s words. Those were clearer, they carried right through his second story open window. 

It had all come out at the Gala. Like they’d gutted some large creature right there and pulled out its intestines for the world to see. Noel’s stabbing, Jasper’s curse. All of it. All that blood. Three years of secrets revealed - and Jasper just wanted to move on.

Why couldn’t the things he killed just stay fucking dead? 

More pounding. There was the doorbell again. She found the button for the speaker. Where did she get these dramatics from? Certainly not him. 

Jasper sighed and stuck his head out the window.

“No hay nada de qué hablar, Marisol.” He said. “What happened, happened. I don’t have time for this.” 

Move forward, carry tradition onwards. 

marisol was not DRAMATIC. she just had the theatrics to get what she wanted. a learned trick from mama y papa. after all, sometimes you just need a good act to get your way, not weapons and intimidation. a hunter should know how to get what they need, what they want, without having to use brute force all the time. something even jasper should know too, a little bit of a pretty smile can get you quite far if you tried. and if you have a pretty smile. that helps a lot.

she got him to peak out his window, that is something. marisol stepped back and looked up at him. were they seriously going to act like children? yes, yes they were. “siempre tienes tiempo, solo tienes que puerderte un poquito de sueño. es todo.” she remarked back before looking around the wall and noticing the wood trellis along the walls. “hermano, please open the door. i don’t want to have to climb up through esas cosas. i’ll even make you some tostadas or something.” she shouted back, her eyes pleading for him to open the door.

“i’m not mad at you, if that helps.” she exclaimed, hoping that would get his attention along with her offer of food. who could deny a friend and food in this time?

Lukas: gracias, tia. I'll be over in a bit. Have to grab my gear and a change of clothes.

Lukas: how is Jasper?

Marisol: okay mijo. you know the code to open the front door of the apartment complex. gear for what?

Marisol: hola lukas! i heard what happened last night. just wanted to let you know, i'm always here if you need me...

this was certainly the first thing on her list of many things to do, yet it seemed to be the hardest. among her family, she knew it would probably be easier to get her nieces and nephews to open their doors to her. her brother was another fact. of course, she had her emergency key but she never wanted to use it in such a way. she wanted her brother to open the door to her, to have him let her in like he has done various other times. she couldn’t and wouldn’t let herself in when the matters in hand were far too serious. 

“ bold of you to assume i am capable of sleep in the first place , “ killarney chirps cheerfully and he holds up the cup of coffee in his right hand. it had stopped being coffee three hours ago- it was redbull now. “ c’mon mama bear -i’ll buy you some new shoes. but we have to get me a monster before we go . “

“i have seen you almost fall asleep many times, yo se that you are capable of sleep.” she retorted back, eyebrows raised as she gave him a look only meaning ‘don’t test me, niño’. she takes a chip of her bottle of water, finding that she was quite parched. she rubbed her forehead slightly, feeling that perhaps she could fall asleep any moment. she honestly should have skipped out on the gala the other night, but at the same time she didn’t quite regret going since she was able to help adeline through the chaos that ensued afterwards. she looked at kil, slightly in disbelief at the mention of him buying her shoes in exchange for going to get a monster. “un monster? for what, mijo? besides, i can afford my own shoes. it’s okay.” she reassured, smiling slightly as she went to grab his hand. “come on, i know i had to show you something but i can’t remember what right now.”

         The smile she gave him in greeting made one break out onto his face as well, already finding himself steadied by her presence. He silently thanked his sister in his head, for being so accommodating with babysitting for the night.   “ I have nowhere to be in the morning, so I think I’ll get something strong, “  Roger decided aloud, finding it amusing that though he wasn’t much of a liquor drinker, this would be his second night in a row having some. The two made their way to the bar, the tall male trying to catch the bartender’s eye.  “ First round’s on me, “   he told her, looking down at the woman momentarily.   He’d buy her as many drinks as she wanted truthfully, but he knew the only way she’d let him get away with it was one drink at a time.   “ What’ll it be ? “

marisol laughed as he mentioned getting something strong, grabbing his arm as she got out of the booth and followed him to the bar. “love your decision making ability. i’ll do the same thing then.” she said, letting go as they both found their place at the bar. she flipped her phone over, going to grab her card before he offered the first round. marisol smiled slightly and nodded at it, appreciative of the move. “alright then. next’s one on me, though!” she announced, looking over to find the bartender ready to take their order. she gave the bartender a look, as if asking him to remember that she said that the next round was on her. “i think i’ll take a mezcla. del maguey?” she asked, before the bartender nodded in response to her question. as she waited for roger to make his order, she leaned into the bar a little, facing him as the bar was a buzz. “entonces digame, are we celebrating? chilling? drowning the sorrows?” she asked, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity.