Being that he hasn’t spoken to the girl that he knew to be Teagan’s little sister in quite a while, he hadn’t expected to get a fucking phone call and text from her. They’d fucked for a bit, something that Seth had passed off as just the normal. What they hadn’t done was call each other when they got into a pinch. It wasn’t that Seth didn’t like the girl, she was fine, he guessed but inevitably, the drugs that she dabbled in and the distance she’d put between them when she left Olympus would end any semblance of a connection. Besides, Seth is the last person most people would call to borrow money. He’s a frugal asshole at best, who hates wasting and spending money for no reason. Letting a woman he knew to be a junkie, at least at some point? Well, that really wasn’t going to fly with him. 

“Hey, Teagan,” he calls over. He’s known the woman through the grapevine for a fair amount of time. She’s been around the Club long enough that he’s spoken to her before so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable approaching her. “Got an interestin’ call this mornin’, figurin’ you might wanna hear about it. If not, that’s fine,” he offers. For a moment, he stands there, moving his arms over his chest before realizing that she would literally have no context for any of that. He’s not sure that she even knew that Seth and Kathryn hooking up. “Your sister called.”

The nice thing about having Teagan back in town, means that there are more fun things to take part in with a girlfriend at her side. The pair have grown-up, in the loosest way possible enjoying travel and drinks, alike. While all of Izzy’s close girlfriends were in college, she made the trip up to Tulane in order to party and enjoy the fun aspects of the college experience, without ever being enrolled. Izzy never missed a good party and was always sure to attend the bangers for the year, the ones where there was the loudest music, the biggest crowds and the packed wall to wall atmosphere that Izzy thrived in. From there, their friendship was tested a bit by the distance between them, Teagan becoming some big up-and-coming surgeon and while Izzy missed her friend, she supported her from afar, going to visit her in LA for one particular trip that might’ve been one of the more fun times of her life. She even went as far as to joke she was moving in with Teagan. 

But all good things must come to an end and Izzy returns to Olympus to feed Teagan small town gossip and updates that she may end up missing. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Teagan returned and the women’s friendship came back to Izzy like an old song, stuck in her head from when she was a teenager. Wine nights and checking out cute boys resumed, experiencing life as two adult women, seemingly only tied to their jobs, Teagan more so than Isobella. Which is why Izzy has always designated time to ensure that Teagan never drowned herself in work for too long and never let the weight of her grandmother’s estate crush her. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Even though it’d been quite a while that Teagan’s been in town, a text message to come over at the insistence of her friend would obviously work on her. Wine bottle in hand, she steps up to the door, holding it up to Teagan when she answers. “I’ve brought wine, as promised. But you’re fucking killing me not telling me why this had to happen tonight,” she grins, stepping past the woman to make herself comfortable. Izzy rarely had boundaries with strangers, let alone friends of quite a few years. “Spill, baby, spill,” she says, looking for glasses for the wine.

Teagan has been a constant in Rowan’s life for as long as she can remember. Growing up in a town this small, it was impossible not to end in the same class at least once --- and they did all the way back in kindergarten. Right from day one the two bonded over a shared love for colouring and swinging from the money bars and ever since then, they’ve been attached at the hip. All the way through middle school and high school right and to the very end of med school --- Rowan and Teagan had been a package deal. Of course, there had come a time with they had to go their separate ways. Rowan felt like a dark cloud had been hanging over her when her best friend left for California --- she’d been in a rough patch herself, with a newborn premature baby and a husband on trial and facing serious prison time, but she would never want Teagan to miss out on an opportunity like the one that had been handed to her. So despite the loneliness that had come with it, she put on a smile and all but pushed her friend onto the plane. Long distance was tough but after everything they had been through together, they found a way to keep their friendship as strong as it had ever been, using texts and FaceTime and phone calls as a way to make sure that they didn’t drift apart, even if there was miles and miles between them.

Selfishly, Rowan is glad Teagan is back in Olympus now. She knows that she had come back under terrible circumstances and honestly --- she thinks Teagan is too good of a surgeon to be in a town like this. But she’s glad that she is here, regardless of all of that. It’s nice to have her back in her life, someone solid and stable to help her through the absolute nightmare that sometimes resides within the Olympus town limits. And so it’s not a surprise when she shows up at her friend’s house one night after a particularly long day at the hospital followed by a long night of both of her children being fussy and fighting both her and Andy tooth and nail over every little thing. But with the two of them tucked soundly in bed she’d excused herself for a bit. She hasn’t had a drink since March --- Ollie and Eli’s wedding, to be exact, having resigned herself to being dry during her fertility treatments. But the doctor had said a few drinks a week won’t hurt, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t itching for a little white wine and with Andy trying to avoid temptation as well (his own much stronger than hers) they had rid their house of any and all alcoholic beverages. So she kiss him goodbye and lets him know she’ll be home in a few hours and makes her way to Teagan’s. “Please tell me you’ve got a glass of white wine with my name on it,” she practically begs when Teagan answers the door, laughing and shaking her head. “I’ll even drink it out of a mug, we don’t need to be fancy.” 

Caitriona should not have been surprised that the Nott family had been invited to stay at Burke Lodge. After all, Owen Nott was an eligible bachelor who met her parents’ particular criteria and his parents weren’t opposed to the idea of a match, which was more than could be said for many in their circle. It didn’t seem to matter to anyone else that neither Caitriona nor, as far as she could tell, Owen were particularly enthused by the prospect. The only person who’d voiced any opposition thus far was Teagan, which would have been enough to intrigue Caitriona in and of itself even if it hadn’t been obvious that Teagan’s opinion held sway.

In an attempt to make the most of the situation, Caitriona found herself gravitating toward Teagan; at least, when she was present. It was obvious that the older witch was not staying within the bounds of Burke Lodge and its grounds, but Caitriona certainly couldn’t blame her. The gathering Eamonn had assembled at Burke Lodge was oppressive in its self-importance, as any respectable collection of purebloods had to be. Still, Caitriona was selfish enough to waylay Teagan when she caught her making her way to the back door with perfect nonchalance. “Teagan, how fortunate that we both mean to explore the gardens at the same time; we can walk together.”