Girl, you're a hurricane with claws.

"I'll make you a deal. Keep your mouth shut, don't annoy me and I'll buy you all the alcohol you can stomach." The words that left his lips could, truthfully, be considered way less than friendly - though, Damien did not give two fucks about it. He was annoyed enough as it was, he'd had a long day and wanted nothing than to loosen up without having to deal with any body's incessant yapping.

Kora's eyes flash, providing evidence of a wolf that lurked beneath her skin, one that longed to tear into the demon before her. His tone alone enough to irritate her, his goal seeming to be that he would annoy her for the rest of her days. Or, until the day she escaped Wayward. Placing elbows upon the table and carding her fingers, she places her chin above them as she peers across at him, finding that she quite likes the thought of draining his pockets dry, at least - for an evening. 

“What happens when I can’t stomach it any longer - will you care for me after? Carry me home?” Their back and forth is normal, neither seemingly able to help themselves when it came to taunting the other. She could sense something was wrong though, she just didn’t know what. The whole town was on edge, herself included ever since the festival.

the fact that almost everywhere was closing down for this festival had the vampire rolling his eyes, “i’m aware they are,” a slight narrow-eyed gaze fell on the wolf as she came to the front of the shop, eyeing the knife she held in her hands. “i just need to find something, i won’t be long,” he would be seriously irritated if she insisted on him leaving, but still he continued inside the shop, glancing around for the certain herb he had read about in a book.

Kora isn’t one to hate other species - but vampires tent to make the wolf that lurks within her very uneasy as it recognizes another predator. So the dryness in this ones tone only makes her attitude threaten to rear its ugly head. However - this is her job, and though it pays very little, its better than some others have it around here. 

“Is there something in particular you are looking for?” Enchanted had lots of odds and ends, catering more so toward witches, but that didn’t mean an undead creature wouldn’t find something of interest here as well. “I can help you find it,” as Kora offers her assistance she places the knife back into the display case.

Of course the warlock made the magic shop his very first visit after his arrival to town. He wanted to know what kind of wares they carried, and wanting to take advantage of the full moons and consequent heightened powers, Jax needed a few materials for a ritual. Hopefully he would be able to find some decent goods in the place. And boy, did he ever. A pretty little thing wielding an athame greeted him as he stepped foot inside, bringing a smirk to his lips. 

“Then I recommend you meet my needs promptly,” the smile deepened at his purposefully suggestive words. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the fireworks.” 

Kora recognizes his scent, even masked beneath luxury cologne. The tattoo that denotes her status within this awful place might be able to steal her abilities, but it could not take away her sharp senses. Ever since her very first shift Kora has always been an excellent tracker. She could find anyone she needed to, given the opportunity. She doesn’t still the knife, but finds herself fighting the sudden urge to throw it when a suggestive, but commanding tone makes her bristle. She forces a professional sort of smile upon her face - hoping the witch does not recognize her. It’s been a few years. Her old boss used to run in similar, questionable circles. “I’ll be sure to, Sir,” she says before turning around and placing the knife she hadn’t realized she had been holding so tightly in her palm, back within its display case. “I don’t care for fireworks that much, actually. Too loud for my liking. Anyway,” she takes a calming breath before turning to face him once again. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Oh, come on,” Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes a little bit. “Can you give a girl five minutes?” she smirked. She watched the knife curiously, cocking her head slightly, as she leaned against the counter. “They do..” she said slowly. “But, the question is…what does one do until then?” she smirked.

Kai tilted his head as he looked at the knife in her hands. “Are you always walking around waving blades at people? Please don’t poke my eye out.” He said jokingly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Why does that sound like you are not excited for fireworks. Everybody loves fireworks, no?” 

“You just happen to run into me every time I have a sharp object in my hand. Aren’t you lucky, Kai?” Kora teases with a smile, pointing the sharp end of the blade toward the other before she puts it back on its proper display as a customer had clearly moved it. “I don’t dislike them, this full moon just has me on edge, you know?”

 “Is that so, my little wolf?” A smile rose to her lips, but she didn’t dare leave. “I suppose that is for the best. You and I have so much catching up to do.” Brandon and Colombia were only gone for perhaps a little over two weeks – but this time, Coco had told Kora where she was going. “Is that your toy of choice, Kora?” A brow quirked up at the blade. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Truth be told, Kora hadn’t expected Coco to show up here, so when the others' voice met her ears - she felt parts of her inadvertently flutter in response. Yet, she managed to keep her cool, at least upon the surface. But - if nothing else, the mistress is far too good at making her blush, as suggestive words cause heat to pinken normally pale cheeks. She holds the knife blade down against her side, eyes widening. “That’s not particularly a kink of mine. I was just...thinking about cutting my hair again.” She loves and hates when the other does this to her, “How was the wedding?” 

Brandon and Coco have shared many girls, teaming up to ruin them and leave them a puddle in the wake of their ravenous lust. It wasn’t a surprise that the girls in their house were so satisfied, sometimes even exhausted. But one of the girls they haven’t had the chance to double-team was Kora - sweet, sweet Kora, Coco’s faithful little pup. With this blue moon happening, Brandon knew werewolves would be especially heightened in certain aspects. He figured he’d pay her a visit and possibly bring her home for some fun.

He entered the shop and heard the werewolf’s voice which brought that mischievous smirk on his lips. “Hello, Kora,” he greeted. “Oh, I don’t care about the fireworks.” His finger flicked the lock in place as a hungry gleam flashed in his eyes.

Kora eyes the angels much larger frame as he turns his back on her, no fear in his stance when she could so easily wound him. She doesn’t, of course - that sort of punishment was far from worth it when she cared so much for his wife. And though a council member, Brandon was kind, and a good boss. She worked for him at vice on the days she wasn’t here. 

She hears the door lock behind him and suddenly the wolf experiences the natural fight or flight response she was so used to feeling these days and her eyes glance around the shop as if mapping out every other exit. She can’t help it, even toward him. “What do you care about then,” she asks, curiosity in her tone, yet recognizing a familiar look in his gaze, Coco looks at her like that when…”Is there something here you need?”

“I’m well aware.” Her voice rang out in a sing-song tone. And I don’t really care. Eliza thought as she stepped further into the shop, grabbing a basket so that she could start picking out the herbs and items she needed. It was just a precaution really, but she was planning on making herself some extra enchantments for tonight, and cast a few spells if Chance wanted her to. While she understood that this was an annual thing, she wasn’t too eager to spend too much time away from her husband simply because he couldn’t decide whether or not to turn, or she couldn’t control her powers if she got emotional. Meeting Kora’s gaze across the counter, Eliza’s own was slightly curious watching the wolf with the knife. “Should you be playing around with that?” Truth be told she kind of looked cute waving that little thing around. 

The voice was all too familiar, and though seemingly sweet, the words held recognizable sass. Eliza, of course she would know these things since she’s married to a council member. Kora all day has simply been trying to get herself busy, out of trouble, but busy. The air that seems to blanket the town is filled with an energy that she can’t fully identify, but it’s left her on edge. The only thing she can manage to do is keep her hands moving and her mind clear of animalistic thoughts for as long as possible until she can act upon her desire to shift. 

“Shops closing early.” Kora called from one of the back rooms of Enchanted as she heard the bell over the door chime. Walking back toward the front of the magic shop, the chattel stopped toward the front desk and idly lifted an old, decretive knife that had probably been used in a sacrifice or two many years ago before leaning back against the wooden counter. “The fireworks start in a couple hours.” Not to mention the full moon had her too on edge to man the place alone.