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Do not cry over a picture of your own bunny.

But look at her! Look how cute she is! Look at her little binkies!

We’re in public. We can’t be crying in public. Put the video away. We’re in a bar. Why are we looking at a video of our own bunny running while in a bar?

We both know why.

Cassandra really missed New Haven. She had friends back there. Michelle was the cutest. She would have dragged Cassandra out on the dance floor, and after a couple of drinks, they would have gotten an uber, bought too much taco bell, and then watched documentaries at Cassandra’s place until they both passed out.

With one more glance at Luna, Cassandra stuffed her phone in her pocket before looking around for someone to talk to that looked personable. Someone that looked like they wouldn’t kill her if she approached them. When she saw someone with a drink she thought she knew, she ordered their drink, and then she walked up to them and offered the drink. “Umm... I saw you drinking... that... and I just thought... I’d be neighborly and get you another drink. Did I umm... did I get it right? I can get you another.”

If you cry, we’re going to go home.

“No you listen to me!” Jazz stabbed her finger into the man’s chest before pushing him even further from her. “You fucking stole from me. Are you fucking kidding me? I performed twelve songs for ten dollars?”

“You’re an amateur. The exposure...” The man started.

Cassandra shoved him, “Exposure doesn’t pay my fucking bills you asshole.”

“Well, that’s all you’re going to get. So go bark up some other tree.” With that the man pushed Jazz out the door of the store and then slammed the door.

“Fuck!” Jazz screamed at the door before grabbing a rock and throwing it at the door. “Fuck you you cheap skate!” With that, Jazz turned away back towards her car as she cursed and stuck her hands into her pockets searching for her cigarettes. “Fucking damn it. I’m going to starve at this rate. Now I’ve got to spend an eight hour shift at the far. Fuck.” 

Fifteen minutes later, Jazz stormed into the bar and slammed the ten dollar bill on the counter. “Can I please get something strong enough to make an eight hour shift go away in an hour?”

Location: Blue Moon Bar

“Let’s get smashed bitches!” Jazz shouted from the other side of the bar. 

“Not so fast!” Wyatt called not far away, but shook his head as Jazz shot him a glare. Much like Luke, Jazz was an independent spirit, and she was going to do what she wanted to do. He often worried that the both of them were going to get into trouble due to their self-destructive behaviors. Luke had already gotten into trouble with the ICOWW, and Jazz had been arrested for vehicular arson when she was a child. They were just cannons waiting for a match.

Lately though, Wyatt had begun to notice how both Jazz and Luke both had become more tempered by their friends. They were still themselves, but their friends kept them out of the biggest trouble. It was what the six pack did. They nursed wounds and helped create new ones sometimes.

“Can I have a beer?” He asked her with a grin.

 “I don’t know can you?” Jazz winked at him before sliding a beer across the counter.

“Thanks teacher.” He winked back at her before heading towards one of the booths where he saw one of his friends. “You going to join Jazz in her fun?”

This was a bad idea. I can’t believe I did this.

Two weeks of nightmares triggered by his PTSD because of the construction going on in his neighbor’s yard was starting to get to Kwang. For two days Kwang slept in his office, but his boss caught him and told him he couldn’t be doing that. His PTSD was making him paranoid, and every text he got from his family about the Coronavirus just made his paranoia worse.

He needed a break. But now looking at the food in front of him Kwang was starting to worry that he had done something really stupid.

He couldn’t help himself. The thought came into his head ever since he moved to Mirror Lake, and lately it had seemed like an even better idea. He kept thinking how nice it would be to have the thing, and maybe it’d help him look forward to going home. There would be something at home that wouldn’t just be the emptiness and the construction work.

A small mew interrupted Kwang’s thoughts, and he looked down at his new companion. “I know Haru. I’m just not sure what to give to a little kitty like you.”

There was only one reason reason that Declan had even left his house- Iza. She was the only person that was a good enough for reason for Declan to once again go out and find a suit to wear to the event, get dressed, and show up on time for just the party. He wasn’t initiated into New Moon, and he still didn’t know if he ever wanted to. Instead, he waited for the after party to spend time with her.

He nervously rubbed his hands together as he looked around the room for her. Some part of him feared that she would be with someone else. Some part of him feared that every emotion he experienced was fake. He feared that she would realize that he was a monster in human skin, and that she’d want to turn away from his darkness. Maybe she’d realize just how deep the abyss was within him, and she’d learn to fear it.

As he looked around, he saw people from Half-Moon that he remembered from childhood. He wondered if any of them remembered him through all of the scars. He wondered if they’d even look at him. He wondered if they even remembered his story or his family.

He didn’t resent them for it. He almost appreciated it.

With a sigh, he leaned against the wall near the drinks hoping that he’d see her soon.

“Hey baby girl.” Cassandra’s father was starting to grey already. She already wished that she hadn’t given into her mother’s will. She hated how he talked to her. “I’m so glad you decided to come back home.”  He looked over her before hooking his arm with hers and began to walk into the building with Scarlett following closely in silence. He leaned over and whispered, “You’re going to wear that to your first coven meeting since you abandoned us?”Cassandra’s cheeks burned bright as she looked down at the dress that she was wearing before turning to him with wide grey-blue eyes, “What is wrong with it? It’s quite conservative...”

“Conservative!” He whispered as he grasped her arm tightly. “That is so short all the coven can see your...”

She pulled at his hand before turning to him with cold eyes, “I wear this to work. This is work attire.”

It was then that they walked into the coven meeting room where Cameron wonderfully started a conversation that separated her from her father.

Later her mother said something that made her father rush out of the Manor after the coven meeting, and finally Cassandra felt like she was free of her father who hung around her the entirety of the meeting. She quickly found the strongest alcoholic drink she could find before throwing it back.

Cassandra had been rather busy the entire housewarming party. She had never expected that she’d be such a desired commodity, but now that her father was away there were people of New Moon that wanted to get updates from her about herself and very rarely Sterling. It seemed that many people of New Moon wished that she’d come around more often. She never realized that it was more than Cameron, Rosie, and their families that missed her. She started to feel like she was finally on the way in the right direction up the ranks in New Moon.

It was her conversation with Rachel Clark earlier that began to sink in with Cassandra. Rachel seemed concerned about Cassandra, and she seemed like she genuinely cared about what was going on with her. It was like actually having a mother that asked about her life. Rachel didn’t judge anything Cassandra said, but she was protective. For the first time in a long time, Cassandra felt like she had a real family.

After talking to many people in New Moon, Cassandra needed a drink to calm her nerves down, and she found a bar with champagne, and drank one quickly before grabbing another to nurse. She turned around to look around before she heard someone speaking up. She turned to the voice with a warm smile, “Hey, are you having a good time?”

Wyatt was sure there were better ways to do what he was about to do, but he was too excited to wait. Sure he could unpack his boxes, wait a couple of days, and then let his friends know he was there. That was probably the right way to do things, and Wyatt respected people who could hold their excitement that long to help their friends.

But Wyatt was not that person. He had lived his entire life in Mirror Lake until he went to firefighting training. He had left to become the best firefighter inside of Mirror Lake, so he could get a promotion that he really wanted. He wanted to give himself a better income, so that he could have a better home and live a better life. Now, he knew he was going to get that promotion which meant he finally got to live a middle class lifestyle.

This foster kid had done it all.

Now, he wanted to be back in the town that he belonged to. Mirror Lake was his sanctuary and the city he vowed to protect. He adored just about everyone inside of the city- even the people that he hadn’t met just yet. He was excited to see how the city had changed, but he was even more excited to see those he hadn’t seen in forever other than over social media.

As soon as he walked through in his tuxedo he bought for his firefighting ceremony, he finally felt like he had returned home. Finally, he was in the same room as other witches and warlocks. He walked over to the bar before asking, “Is it it possible that I could have a beer?”