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She is literally this close to punching something, and the longer the person in front of her continues to talk? The more likely it’s becoming that Hayley will be punching them. “Do you ever stop talking?” It’s ground out through an annoyed huff of air, eyes setting into a glare. There are so many more important things to deal with and she’s here discussing petty things? Christ. “Look -- I have things to do so if we can wrap this up, that’d be great.”
The early hours of the morning had been rapidly approaching. Kai hadn’t been able to sleep well for months, and some nights he didn’t even bother trying. But last night he made sure to at least catch a few hours. Waking up in cold sweats was something he still wasn’t used to. The regret often ate him up inside but he refused to let it affect him during the hours in which he was wide awake, sometimes his attempts to thwart it had been unsuccessful. He could never control his dreams though. Nightmares of what he had done in the past haunted him still. Today he was determined to find a fix down at the Magic Box. He arrived a half hour early and stood in a line with about fifteen other people waiting to get in before noticing that one of the customers alongside him couldn’t keep from staring. “Have we met?” Kai asked with narrow eyes.
There's far too much on Hayley's mind as of late and where she's normally very focus and aware of her surroundings? Now she's nothing but a wandering space case. She hates it. Originally she hadn't meant to find herself in line for a place like this, but she had several questions and she knew that this place could have answers. "Hmm?" The voice calls her out of her stuper, a breath leaving before she runs a hand over her features. "Sorry, no. I'm Hayley." She hadn't meant to be staring, but the chaos in her mind has been on the forefront.
Large gusts of wind blew her blonde hair about wildly as the female original sat restlessly on the edge of a bench near the corner of Bourbon street. “What do you want?” Her eyes hadn’t shifted from the demon bar that was continuously being loaded with men and women since it opened hours ago. Thoughts drifting to the brunette slayer she hadn’t talked to in nearly a month. “Can’t you see I’m busy here, go away. Bother someone else”
The response she gets simply from her presence is enough to cause a frown to crease her features, unsure what's gotten into the blonde before her. "Rebekah." The name falls sternly, something akin to motherhood all over again. "Are you done being a bitch?" Nothing new, but having it directed at her? A little. "You're literally people watching -- since when were you that interested in watching other peoples lives?"
