#closed indie

She sat outside the shop, like she usually did when it was dead inside. She sat as well as she could on a windowsill, looking at random shit on her phone while she waited for someone to come up to the apothecary she and Guilia ran. That’s when someone looking at the store through the window caught her attention. “Love spell or heartbreak cure?” she questioned cooly, “Or maybe even a curse?”

Sure, she was a fairly liberal leader but it didn’t escape her notice that someone was missing and that was definitely a problem. “I don’t think I’ve pissed off anyone recently,” she shook her head a little as she practically spoke to herself. She looked up from the counter of the diner she owned, “Yeah, can I help you?” Maybe she shouldn’t talk like that to a potential customer but her thoughts turned into an attitude that was getting the better of her.

“No no no no, you got it all wrong mate,” he shook his head to emphasize his point, “You save the acoustic covers for the middle to end, it keeps them hooked and gets them all excited.” He was not playing tonight but he was however, having a debate with some random person at Vervain regarding the art of putting together a setlist. He looked over as someone approached them and then around them to see the bar was really busy, “Sorry, love, am I in your way?”

Freya had been learning more and more how to have fun in ways that didn’t have to end blood everywhere. Better ways to get that kind of pent up energy out. There was sex, for one thing. But there was also just dancing around at one of the many clubs in the city. But during one of her spins, she felt herself bump into someone. “Shit, sorry,” she gave a small laugh, “I was getting lost in it.”

In the couple weeks she had been hotel hopping, Ivy had been able to score herself a job as a waitress and was starting to figure out if she could even afford a place to live. She couldn’t explain it but she felt like she had to be here and now her ex-coven probably thought she was going off the rails just like they say her brother did. She sat a table outside a coffee shop, trying to do the math on her phone. “Yeah,” she leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair, “My savings were not prepared for this.”