#p;constance

It was a slow night at Vortex which was a bit surprising to say the least, so Shane had been hanging out at the bar talking to one of the customers; a young guy that had just broken up with his girlfriend because she cheated on him. The Bean Sidhe was plying him with shot after shot, feeling utterly sorry for the guy-- and paying for it herself. Heartbreak was never a fun thing, she had been in love once in her entire life and the guy had hurt her. After that she was pretty much done with men. But that didn't mean she wouldn't befriend them.

Giving the boy a sympathetic look, Shane patted his arm as he asked her to call him a cab so that he could head home. She slipped him her number, letting him know that if he needed a friend to just give her a call and they could hang out some night, maybe get stoned and she could introduce him to her brother who was in dire need of friends of his own.

Unlike Draven, Shane could control her alcohol, but she knew if she came home with it she would have to share. It was her night off, so instead of going straight back to the motel room she shared with her brother, the Bean Sidhe went to Limerick's for a few pints of beer and to unwind for a few hours. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening, not what it turned into.

Sitting at the bar, half way through with her second pint of beer, the unmistakable sound of a death knell came rattling around the building. The haunting sound caused her hackles to rise on the back of her neck as the brunette's tawny eyes widened in their sockets and she nearly choked on her lager.

Tossing down a quick twenty for the booze, Shane bolted from the bar and headed outside, looking for her sister that she knew she would find in the alleyway. Breaking into a quick clip once she left the pub, the Bean Sidhe found another of her kind bleeding to death between two trash cans. She crashed to her knees beside the woman, reaching for her hand and clasping it between her own. "What happened? Tell me what happened!" She was out of breath, her words raspier than normal as she tried to get it out of the other Mythic what had fatally wounded her before she passed.

The atmosphere and music at Vortex was one of Jamie's favorites. He enjoyed the rocker vibe and no nonsense attitude the establishment carried-- plus they had a great assortment of liquor and food; especially of the aquatic variety. The Merrow didn't eat land animals, essentially being vegetarian in that manner-- but he did eat seafood. And while Vortex didn't serve sea life, it did have one of the best veggie burgers in Atlanta.

Having flashed his ID at the door, the blond headed straight for the bar and took a seat to the left of a human that somehow looked familiar to him-- he just couldn't place her. When the bartender came over, he smiled at her and placed his order-- veggie burger and tater tots with a coke and rum. After she jotted it down, the brunette turned it in to the kitchen and got him his drink.

On this particular night every week Jamie was normally at Limerick's performing and singing to an audience of people. Instead he was about to get partially drunk and go home after a large meal only to watch late night tube. The Merrow was starting to wish he hadn't decided to punch out his mirror a week ago. Sure the cuts were healing but he had a sneaking suspicion that something could be very wrong with his hand. He could barely flex it without pain, and had taken to wearing an ace bandage to keep it immobile. There was only so long he could avoid work without having to tell Angel what he had done.