#gashock

@every-last-inch-of-me​

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.”