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Shock wasn’t exactly fond of the Hunted Deer. Dead animal heads on the wall wasn’t exactly her #aesthetic, but, well, it had a certain charm to it. Mostly a lowkey, anti-magick one. She liked Pixie’s for the clients, but she liked the Deer for its atmosphere. Nothing was more soothing than the sound of pool balls being knocked into holes and the low murmur of a soccer game.

She had first discovered this quaint watering hole after her father had. It was always the kids’ job to find Wade whenever he was out wasting his money on beer somewhere. Vanessa wasn’t gonna deign herself the indignity of such a task. And, unfortunately for Shock, she was always the best at sniffing him out.

Back home, it was always the VFA. Here: it was the Hunted Deer.

She hadn’t met the owner until later and--he was hot. That was the first thing she had realized. The second? Oh, that had been how stupid he was. Which meant, when the sign in the door had appeared one night when she’d been called to retrieve her father, she had been intrigued.

So, here she was, in her best pair of ripped black jeans, clambering up onto a bar stool and giving Gaston as sweet a smile as she could manage. It was still early, the pub having just opened.

“Hey, hey,” she greeted him. “I’ve got a proposition for you, if you’re willing to hear me out.” 

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When the cast list had been released, Lady had scoured over it. She hadn’t told anyone but Apollo that she was auditioning and that was because he had asked her for help and she was all “only if you help me” and then they’d squealed a bit about both being in the play.

After that, she had been too shy to talk about it. So, cast list meant Lady looking to see if anyone she knew (and liked) was going to be in it!

And lo and behold, alllllll the way down in the set department was a one Mr. Gaston LaCarriere. 

It took a few days for her to spot him, and when she did, she felt her heart do a fluttery thing in her chest that was probably very bad, but she liked it just fine. 

“Well howdy, stranger,” she greeted him as she entered the back room.

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Bonnie generally loved her weekends. She didn’t have class to think about and for the most part there was hardly any cheerleading practice to attend to, nor ballet practice, so it gave her time to focus on the important things. Mainly herself, obviously what was more important than her? During the week she was often very busy with her school work and all her practices, even with her exercising because of course her body was anything less than perfectly fit. 

The weekends were her me time. 

But she had no problem causing a rift in her relaxing me time to go to a restaurant out in Paris.  

The rift was what had her presently occupied as she took her time getting ready. Making herself beautiful, no correction more beautiful than she already was thank you very much, was always a favorite pass time of hers. She had on nothing less than designer clothing, because you wouldn’t catch her dead wearing peasant clothing, which is why you wouldn’t find her shopping here either. No. She’ll stick to online purchases.

Her make up was pristine, nothing heavy because she was already beautiful and she had gorgeous green eyes that stood out wonderfully for themselves. She opted for loose soft wavy curls for her hair that gave her the last perfect touch along with some heels. She was all set and when she looked herself in the mirror she was gorgeously stunning. A selfie of herself would be perfect right about now. 

It didn’t appear as though she’d have the time for that since she heard her door bell ring. She grabbed her bag and opened the door a grin lacing her lips to see the same man as in the picture. Thankfully she hadn’t been cat fished.

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Lady needed a drink.

The news would be breaking soon about the werewolf petitions and, goodness, Lady hadn’t thought that her lil ole petition would get so much attention. Of course, she was glad that many people seemed on board, but just as many thought it was okay to spit vitriol at her!

Just because she was trying to do the right thing to keep everyone safe. They were all just a bunch of precious snowflakes that couldn’t stand to hear that some Magicks were dangerous. And nothing proved it more than that awful dream, where even Lady had had magic.

Shudder at the thought!

And she wasn’t about to go to Pixie’s. Not that she had anything against fairies, of course. But that place was crawling with liberals.

She wanted like-minded company, which is why she slid into a stool at the Hunted Deer and ordered herself a draft, the picture perfect lady as she smiled at the owner when she spotted him. Even if her heart was jumpin’ like jumpin’ beans in her chest. 

“Howdy,” she greeted him when he caught her eye. “How have you been, Gaston? Things have been absolutely crazy!” 

It had not been her finest morning, but Violet was determined to keep it from spoiling her mood. She had barely managed to keep herself from turning invisible in her class that day when she had been called on, something she generally hated. It had taken time for her to come up with an appropriate response, at the end of which she would’ve been happy just to become a permanent mute. As it was, her feet had gone invisible, something she had managed to hide with her shoes thankfully. 

By the time she had left the class and went to find coffee, her feet were back to normal, to her relief. Violet made her way to sit down on a bench, leaning back to let herself relax for just a moment. She finished her coffee in about twenty minutes and found herself staring up at the clouds. Violet was very much in her own world, not particularly focused on her surroundings or the people passing by. For all that she wanted to fit in with people, Violet had difficulty actually attempting to do it. She was debating whether she should head home when someone sat down right next to her and startled her, causing her to sit up and glance to her side.

He had actually asked her on a date. Faline hadn’t been terribly sure, she had heard things around town about him taking people to his office whether it be that Mel woman he said was a dragon or even Elsa she knew that he wasn’t what everyone assumed. They just were causing rumors just like most of the gossip about celebrities at home.

Smiling, she tried to maneuver her hair into curls, giddy with excitement. This would be great. She was actually doing something fun. If only she could tell Bambi. He’d be happy for her she assumed, he would at least tell her she looked pretty and that he better respect her. Faline already knew that Gaston did respect her so that wasn’t a large worry for her. 

After at least an hour of preparation, Faline was ready. She knew where to go, Remy’s a restaurant close to the little shop she had met Gaston at, and she was extremely excited. She had even bought a little dress for the occasion since he had asked her to dress up rather than be casual. It was nice. She knew she would be shown off tonight, but she didn’t mind either. The attention was nice. 

 Running a bit late at this point, she walked through the doors, into Remy’s to look around into the fanciful restaurant. It was definitely one of the most luxurious places in town, and she was a little stunned to why he would bring her here after the first date, but as she asked the hostess where Gaston would be, the hostess showed her to him. He had come and was actually fairly serious about her, he didn’t stand her up and he even appeared to have been here for a while. 

Belle was currently in the middle of trying to sort out a packaging mishap with the Post Office. It was not going well and after a series of non-answers, she said a curt but polite goodbye before disconnecting. She sighed heavily. Of course she was going to have to go to the Post Office tomorrow. She reached across the counter to add it to her list of things to do the next day. She winced slightly as the sleeve of her shirt rubbed against the still-healing burn on her arm. 

Scribbling “pick up from post office orders #435672 and #435675″ Belle dropped the pen before rubbing her temples in exhaustion. Both her unplanned trips to Adam’s out-of-the-way abode had her swamped with backed up invoices and incoming packages. At least she had only been gone for a day--this time. And at least, it was never happening again. Just the thought of him caused her heart to constrict. How could she have let herself be so stupid?

Trying to shake the annoyance from her bones, Belle slipped off the stool she had been huddled on--her skirt fanning out behind her as she walked briskly to the other side of the counter. Opening a box of books with a little more force than was probably necessary, she grabbed an armful before turning around--her eyes scanning a place for the new items to go.