Taylor listened absentmindedly to Harry and Mrs. Walker's conversation as they went back and forth with different things about Riley's potential interests. She hadn't been in town long enough to know too much about Riley. Two years was hardly enough to say anything about what kind of friendship they had. Although Taylor believed Finley at her word, she had her own doubts about everything. All the
what if's that hung in the air like fireflies on a summer night. As Taylor pulled her attention away from the grill to look up at Mrs. Walker to speak up on the matter, she felt a seering pain in her hand. She quickly turned around and muttered a few curses under her breath, heading for the walk-in fridge to grab some mustard to apply to her grease burns.
Only moments passed before Taylor was back in her position in front of the grill with a few dabs of mustard smeared on her hand to sooth the burns. Although it stung a bit, Taylor had no fear that the blisters would scar. It wasn't such a serious burn that it needed any more attention than she gave it. She took the whole ordeal as a sign, though. Maybe she should stay out of it, especially with the P.I. being involved. If he was to ask anyone about any real information, his best bet probably would be Liv, but Taylor wasn't about to throw her under the bus. Hopefully Mrs. Walker had enough sense not to drag her into the spotlight and would feel comfortable enough filling in the blanks for Mr. Harry Kingsfield. Taylor went about her business, no longer listening in, as it seemed the conversation between the two had died down whilest she was gone. Taylor sighed softly, chewing on her lip.
'Coffee sounds good right about now,' she thought to herself.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Walker? Would you mind if I stepped away a moment and got a cup of coffee? I'd be more than happy to bring you one too, if you'd like." Taylor leaned around just so, peering over at Harry with a soft, friendly smile.
"Maybe a refill for you as well, sir?"
Location: The Cafe
Interactions: Finley Alestair {
@FantasyChic }
Declan hadn't had much trouble getting out and off the school grounds, nor did he have any troubles with getting to the cafe. The walk was fairly smooth and at the pace he was going, he made quite the record timing. What he wouldn't give to at least have his bicycle right now, but then again what difference would it make? He'd still be soaked by the time he got to anywhere he was planning on going.
Oh well. It wasn't long before he caught the Cafe in his line of sight. A grin flashed across his face as he picked up his pace to a jog, reaching the front doors in time. His hand was almost to the door before he spotted the reflection of a white van in the Cafe glass doors. It was so out of place.
Where had it come from? Part of him wanted to go up and smell it out to see who it belonged to, but the other half of him.. the
human half of him, knew that would cause a slight scene with a Cafe full of people watching some scrawny teenage boy wandering around an already suspicious vehicle.
Declan shook his head of the thoughts swarming through his mind, pushing the Cafe doors open. Instead of dragging his wet self and his two bags throughout the place, he decided to drop his things by the door and wander in alone. He scanned the small restaurant and caught a few people of interest in his eye. The Agent that rolled into town last week.
Agent Gregor? No. Greyson! Agent Greyson. The ol' man, Abraham. Ugh. Olivia. Miranda. Declan's chest tightened at the sight of her, as well as a bit of a smirk/smile creeping up at the corners of his lips. Followed by a slight blush. Thoughts spun around in his mind that were nearly impossible to chase away. The last five days had been spent... quite well, in his opinion. The sight of Finley brought him back to the present moment. He'd talk to Miranda later when he could grab a moment alone. He made a mental note to ask Miranda who the skinny dude sitting with her and Liv was later, for now, his time was reserved for Finn.
He walked right over to Finley who seemed to be nibbling on a cookie, chuckling softly as he came up to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Hey," he murmured against her head. Declan mentally kicked himself. She deserved so much more than just a simple 'hey', but he didn't know just how to start explaining any of.. well, anything. He wouldn't blame her if she pulled back and socked him in the arm, or even straight in the face. He'd been a terrible friend. Not only had he spilled his secret and ran, going radio silent for days.. but he'd also run from her and her own leaked secret. The cats were
way out of the bag on this one. Finally after a couple fleeting moments of silence, he added,
"I owe you an apology."
Location: Home
Interactions: Jesse { self } ; Miranda {
@Damo021 }
Samantha hadn't been in the town much longer than just short of a week, and it seemed as though she was already regretting it. She'd made the rookie mistake of getting herself situated in a town before knowing what the current happenings were in it. Murdered town sheriff. Disappearing girls. There were clear signs of werewolves in the area, but wasn't too sure if they'd been the ones who had made the murder and disappearance happen. From what she could tell, no demons were in the area, which was quite a relief in her opinion. A local girl in town had been nice enough to rent out a room in her home. Miranda Burke. Quite the looker, and absolutely Samantha's type, but something had Sam thinking she'd never have a chance.
It wasn't just the boy who had been over nearly since the time she first walked in the door that she'd been having fun with.. it was the fact that that very boy was a werewolf. Sam didn't want to mess around with Miranda if she was with a werewolf. With how unpredictable they proved to be, it was best to stay out of it. Part of her wondered if Miranda even knew. And if so,
why keep it around? Sam shrugged the thought away and looked over at her familiar who sat at the far side of the room against the wall with his nose stuck in a book, tilting her head to the side with a little smile.
"Want to go for a walk, boy?" she asked in a teasing tone. Sam laughed as his eyes slowly tilted up in her direction, turning into a soft glare.
"Can't you go anywhere by yourself?" he questioned her, gently closing the book shut after folding a corner in to keep his page. Sam simply ignored his words and sprung up from her bed, stepping around a couple of cardboard boxes she still had left to unpack, pulling her closet door open. She could hear him grumble something about the weather outside, forcing her to turn around.
"Oh a little rain don't hurt. What's the matter? Afraid to get wet?" she laughed, turning back to her closet to pick out an outfit.
Jesse was busy looking Sam up and down in her tank top and undies, smirking playfully.
"Not exactly." he chuckled, getting up from the floor slowly to walk up behind her, sliding his hands over and down her hips as he pressed his lips against her shoulder. Samantha blushed brightly and swatted his hands away, quickly grabbing a shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, giving him her own glaring look.
"Not now, Jesse. I'm serious. Lets get out of here and check out the town. We haven't really gone out and done anything, yet." Jesse sighed heavily and raised an eyebrow.
"Now am I going as me, or," he made the quick change over to his animal form
(a grey pitbull) and barked softly with a light wag of his tail and a tilt of his great big head.
Sam shrugged as she hopped around trying to pull her skinny jeans on,
"Dealer's choice, I guess." Jesse quickly changed back to his human self and sat down at the edge of Sam's bed, watching her as she dressed. Samantha grabbed her phone off the bed, disconnecting it from it's charger as she wandered over to the window. She typed out a quick text to Miranda, then threw her phone back on the bed to finish getting ready.
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