wish upon a outcast

The body swap had really done a number on Allie. She’d been a bit of a recluse since, only letting a couple of people pop in to visit her once or twice, and honestly, she really had no idea why. Mike had been so kind about it all, and hadn’t done anything in her body that she disliked - but there had been something about hearing her own voice that had affected her deeply. Tonight, was one of the rare nights that she had actually left her home, and was sitting in the bar, drinking a bottle of wine classily out of the receptacle itself. 

I AM NOT MIKE. MIKE IS IN THE BODY OF ALLEGRA BEFHIND THE COUNTER. I CANNOT MAKE YOUR DRINK FOR YOU.

@tracelessrp​

𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 by his side, looking around as if she was trying to memorize everything in her surroundings. ❛ I need some news friends so. ❜ She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. ❛ I like to drink, and having a conversation when a nice companion. ❜ She winked at him playfully, to relax a little and being more extroverted, even though she is more introverted. Meeting a new person wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Hearing her name slip from his lips made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She sucked in a sharp breath trying not to look affected by the way her name sounded coming from his voice. The way he looked – she kept her arms crossed over her chest and glared at him. After a moment she licked her lips and huffed. “Thought – you thought – how long did you wait till you took me to a church? Five minutes? Did you even give me an evening or just instantly think you killed me without checking?” she asked eyebrows shooting upwards. “Because waking up in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people and a ravenous hunger without someone to help me –” tears burned at her eyes as she clenched her jaw tightly. “I was totally alone and confused.”

“It makes people uncomfortable, and I’m one of those people.” She furrowed her brow for a moment, not really liking Max’s expression. At this point, she was getting the distinct impression that there was not concord in opinion here. NOt that Lark minded- she didn’t agree with people just to make them feel at ease.  “I don’t even know what that means. I can understand if you don’t want to drink from someone that hasn’t had alcohol or anything like that because it’s uncomfortable, but it’s just blood. Do you get yours bottled from some ethically disastrous source?” 

Ryan smirked, turning to look at the woman as she rolled her neck. Moving towards her, she gave a coy wave before the smirk disappeared and low snarl escaped her lips. The growl came right after and as soon as the woman saw fangs and clearly someone not in a good mood, her eyes widened and she backed away; moving down the road. Turning back around to face the vampire, Ryan smiled although it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t like being a jackass but lately… lately that’s all she felt like being. “There you go, problem solved. For now at least.”

Max let a rare chuckle leave his lips, not one shrouded in malice as they usually were, one of actual enjoyment. “Very well excited.” He nodded in appreciation, turning back to the blonde, a wry smile toying once again on his face. “I’m not the biggest fan of wolves generally, but...” he paused and took a moment to look at her properly, “I can make an exception on this occasion.”

SAPHHIRE sighed as she heard the other call out to her. she had been embarrassed enough about running into her and had been trying to avoid confrontation, but apparently she wasn’t getting away with it that easily. slowly, the mermaid turned around to face the other with a look of sheer apology on her face. “ i’m so sorry. ” she muttered softly. “ how can i make it up to you? ”

Seeing the sheepish and apologetic look on the other’s face made Willow soften, and she sunk back down from the argumentative stance that she has gotten herself in, and forced a soft smile onto her lips. “No, you’re all right. I just... I overreacted. It’s just a jumper, right? Don’t fret about it.”

Ulani just wanted her coffee and was just hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone that recognized her this early in the morning. She was vicinity when someone else’s coffee splashed on her arm, thankfully it didn’t get on her clothes. She smiled reassuringly at the barista as they offered her a napkin. She fished out a spray bottle from her purse and tapped the lady on her shoulder. “I have a stain remover potion, if you need it. I think they have a hand dryer in the bathroom too,” she offered, holding out the spray bottle to her. 

Letting out a sigh as she felt a tap on her shoulder, Willow wasn’t sure what to expect. However, as she turned around, she recognised the woman standing there; she wasn’t sure that she knew her name, but she had definitely seen her around before. “You’re a life saver, thank you.” She spoke, taking the bottle into her hand for a moment, and then holding it towards her jumper. “Do I just... spray it?”

Sofia normally was much more aware of all the things around her; but having bumped into Max had really thrown her off. Seeing her ex, her maker, the one she had cared about for so long again after 300 years…. had really thrown the normally much more astute vampire for a loop. Her eyes were basically glazed over, her attention focused off in the far distance. She bumped into a woman without even realizing; only coming to a stop when she heard the sharp tone of the other’s voice. She blinked and turned her attention to Willow - “I – Sorry.” She muttered, “I – am not totally in my own head right now.”

It wasn’t as though Steffi had meant to bump into Willow - more that she had assumed the woman would get out of her way and, well, that clearly hadn’t happened. How odd. She decided she wasn’t going to concern herself with it though and kept right on walking until the woman called after her, at which point she stopped and turned, arching a brow. “Is it? It looks more like a mangled old lump of yarn from where I’m standing,” she scoffed. “If you were trying to avoid making it look even worse though, perhaps you should have tried harder not to blend into the background. No one likes a wallflower.”

Yona looked at the keys, then at Willow, and then back at the keys once more. “Uhh, bathroom floor. They didn’t belong to anybody else in there, so I figured I’d get a head start on finding their owner. It’s not the bar unless Dom is keeping secret rooms from me. Rude if he is,” she said, deciding that keys were excellent for adding sound effects to punctuate her speech. “Do you think I have to hand them over?”

“Mhm, doubt it.” Willow replied with a short cock of her head - the pack were close enough that she was sure there were no hidden rooms in the bar. At Yona’s next question however, Willow gave the younger girl a look of disapproval. “Yes, of course you do. If you lost your keys, wouldn’t you have wanted someone to hand them in? Do the right thing, go give them to Dom so he can keep them safe.”

“Hey! Show a little respect and watch where you’re going!” Oskar called out to the man who had so rudely bumped into the woman that had clearly been minding her own damn business. His gaze narrowed at the man, immediately siphoning some of his luck before channeling it to the woman who was now covered in coffee. In doing so, the man turned and ran smack dab into a street sign. “Serves you right!” Oskar moved quickly to the woman, grabbing a napkin that he’d had in his shirt pocket from his own coffee before handing it towards her. “You okay?”

Willow couldn’t stop the short laugh that left her nose in the sound of a snort when the man bumped into the lamppost in front of him. She agreed along with the person who had seemingly come to her rescue, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, serves you right!” She copied, before then turning back to the man, taking the napkin gratefully. “Thank you so much. Yeah, I’m fine. I just... people can be so rude, y’know?”

He watched her hands form words that were undecipherable to him, then flung up in the air in frustration at him. David was unfazed, as he was the target of her frustration most times growing up.  “Aw, you come on,” he groaned in frustration.  “I don’t know!!!! You know me, I could eat probably anything.  I don’t like this anything on the planet business, there’s too many choices.“