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There are few things Allison likes more than beer and crime fighting. And maybe if she works this right, she can work both of those things in at once. The mun is making designs even as gem writes to get them into an action packed mystery together. It'll be fun.

“Great! We might have to do stakeout, but I figure we can start with some of the more recent scenes and work our way back, y'know?”

Coffee || Allison & Scott

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There’s not an inch of him now that isn’t glad for this conversation. Moving on from someone is hard but being able to look at her and know that she’s important but she’s not everything and yet it being ok that she isn’t his whole world is a new concept. But he likes it. He likes that she can still make him smile. And that she can still understand that he’s trying to be eighteen and an Alpha and not fuck everything up.

"We’ve all been through a lot of shit. Though I don’t know…feels like the shit storm’s only just beginning over here. Do you see Central Park disappear a few weeks ago?"

If things could go back to the way they should be with all of them just learning and living and sticking their noses where they don’t belong…yeah. Yeah he’d be ok with that.

Allison glows just a little as he acknowledges the shit she's been through, too. That was nice, a reminder that her difficulties were valid too.

Even though it's hard and it sucks to think that she's never get to open her eyes and looks at the brown eyes attached to the lips she's kissing again, there is, in fact, life after break-up, and although she's not sure that she won't die alone, it can't be too long before she finds another partner, right?

She holds onto the thought. It can't be too long. Can't.

But, what if it was okay for her to go a while without one?

She reminds herself to think about this later as she nods at what he asks.

"Yeah, it's weird. And the people turning up dead?" She frowns. "Something odd's going on and I don't like it. You want to go check out some of the scenes later?"

Harmonie du Soir || Allison & Sam

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The screen dims into black as Sam locks the phone, and only then does he glance up and smiles gently at the bartender. He stuffs the device into an oversized jacket pocket.

"Hey." His voice is a little rough as if it hasn’t been used properly in a while, but soft and quiet, like he’s trying to compensate taking up so much space at the bar with using as less verbal ground as possible."Uh, get me whatever beer on draft is your favorite." It’s always a decent conversational topic to get the ball rolling, if Allison were to go for that kind of thing. Sam isn’t sure if she would just yet. He reads her standard bartender flirting cues and the overjoyed expression as something quasi-genuine, and wonders why she cares. Maybe the guy across the bar from him was fucking with her.

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Her eyes widen. Allison fucking loves beer.

"Buddy, you're my new guy," she says, and then flounces off toward the taps. She fills a glass with something dark looking, and then walks right past the guy from before, who is now looking between her and Sam. She sets the glass and a napkin down.

"Bronx Black PA. It's $4 drafts right now, you want that on cash or a tab?" Once she says this and has the drink down she pulls a stool over to him so she can sit on it and they can gab about local beers if that's what he's into. Anything that's not talking about this other guy's last kill. She can fucking tutor a motherfucker about the best beers on the east coast too which will make it interesting at least.

When Sam tastes this beer, there will be heavy dark chocolate and roasted malt flavors, with top tones of hoppy tropical fruit.

Drink Rings || Allison & Dean

He sipped his drink, brow creasing into a deep frown. “Murders? I mean, hey, it’s New York City, don’t people get murdered every day here? Like, a lot of people?”

Allison shakes her head. "Not like this, they don't. It's all over the papers. They're finding like, ten or twenty people at a time, all dead in a pile together, with this weird symbol carved on their heads. There are at least seven scenes where they found them, maybe more by now, they keep popping up like every day. Everyone's talking about it." She gestures around at the bar.

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Wahoo || Allison & Darcy

It's a loud night, not that there is any other kind in New York City. It's not terribly late but it is late enough for the creeps to be starting to crawl out from their bunkers and their alleys, sliding along the streets and looking for their meals. Some would eventually find them, and others, like a particular set of vampires in a bar downtown, would run into Allison Argent.

Allison tracks them and their human prey to an alley nearby, and takes up a neat little perch on top of a building within sight range of them. There's a little alcove in a window where she can sit herself up against the cool stone and watch for them, waiting for them to make their way back to the secluded location for their nighttime snack.

She draws her bow, just in case she has to alarm the vampires away from a human they might try to eat.

Coffee || Allison & Scott

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He can feel the tension alleviating itself from their conversation as his shoulders relax and he nods. Their moods had taken a turn for the better, the idea that they might not need to remain together to still remain friends playing pleasantly in his mind. True, he still looked at her like the sun shined around her glowing personality, but being able to move on didn’t mean he had to stop loving her. Because part of him would always love her.

"Yeah he’s taught me a lot. Though it’s hard without Deaton here, he makes it a little bit easier." His smiles warms his face as he returns the lean, sipping on the now cooling liquid.

Allison is having a hard time imagining a life without him, but whether or not she believes it now, there will exist happiness in her future without being in a relationship with Scott. For now she just has to... fuck, she has to look into his gorgeous sweet brown eyes and watch his smile light up his face and... God damn it, what was she going to say again? She tries to remember.

She loves him so much. She always would.

“That's good. You could use all the help you can get, the amount of shit life's put you through.”

Drink Rings || Allison & Dean

He shook his head. “Nah, I’m almost forty, sweetheart, but thanks,” he smiled, taking a moment to reflect on that number.

God, he’d lived so much longer than forty years, how was he not closer to death? Well, he was kinda close to Death, they were a really odd set of…friends? Nah, people who enjoy good food and can talk about that kinda shit. Yeah. They should have a word for that.

"So I’ll shut up the old timer comments, huh?" He said, regaining his focus and smiling warmly but not flirtatiously at the girl.

She smiles back at him as she takes a stool, searching around for a suitable topic of conversation for them to go on with. Oh, right. Of course. The thing everyone was talking about.

“So, you heard about the murders, yeah?”

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Salad Days || Allison & Mary Jane

Mary Jane could hardly contain her expression of excitement as she watched Allison’s features spring to life. It was that sort of chemistry that was simply contagious. The brunette had her full attention when she spoke. “And I do,” she mentioned playfully as Allison spoke of her insisting. There were so many more questions that she wanted to ask, so much more conversing that she had wanted to be had. But alas, such desires were of little importance right now and would have to wait as her new friend was called to perform.

MJ offered last minute words of encouragement before sinking back into her seat and biting furiously at her lower lip. She had hardly even known the girl, but already she had so badly wanted for her to excel. It was one thing to support or ease the nerves of a rookie with things like, ‘I’m sure you’ll do great!’ But it was another thing entirely to have to actually sit back, helplessly, and watch them sink or swim. She’d never seen Allison perform, and just as excited as she may have been to watch, she was equally nervous with the small realization that she might actually be terrible. Though her mind clung to the better half of that gamble.

It wasn’t long before her features were growing brighter, and those butterflies within her tummy were turning into flutters of sheer excitement. She was fantastic. No doubt, this made MJ that much more impressed with her new choice of friendship.

She waited for Allison to conclude, and then offered up a louder applause than the rest. “Alright, Allison!” She harped after her, wanting to be sure that she heard, smile peeled wide across her face.

"Mary Jane Watson," the same voice called aloud after Allison had taken her exit from the stage.

Shit. It wasn’t that Mary Jane was nervous about performing or even that she wasn’t expecting it. She just wasn’t anticipating having to perform right after Allison had. This just meant she wouldn’t be there to let her know how truly fabulous she had been. Small words in passing would have to suffice. “Good job, newbie.” She whispered with a grin and a wink as she passed the girl on her way back to her seat before taking to the stage.

The bright lights overhead were of no surprise to MJ, and certainly not anything she wasn’t used to, but it was always a bit startling when having not been in the habit for a few months. She nodded out toward her panel of judges, “Jonathen.” He returned her nod with an equally playful grin, “Miss Watson.” It was clear that the girl seemed to know her judges on a more personal level. The director offered a firm expression, “Best of luck, Mary Jane.”

MJ extended her gaze and yet another nod in the way of the stage assistant, signaling to her that she was ready.

Mary Jane’s audition piece started with the sort of slow and enticing lull that was easy on the ears and easily captivating, though quickly grew into a demanding and robust number. The red-head was wonderful at selling herself and her audition role, the small mannerisms and expression about her face easily adding a certain flare of reality to her performance that sold it all that much more believable. She wasn’t at all rushed, instead taking her time in going through every motion and step, covering the stage from different angles before taking up center stage for her final belting note and finale.

She was out of breath and panting softly, hands held overhead with her head tilting backward. She lost herself in that same overly bright glow cast down by the lights overhead. It felt good to be back at home.

Mary Jane was quick to take her exit, after silently thanking the panel and offering one final bow. She paraded proudly down the aisle, gesturing for Allison to follow her. There was no reason for the two to stick around, not after they’d already performed. Auditions would run a few more hours, that was for certain. And then even after, it’d take at least another half-hour before they’d posted a call back sheet.

"So about that lunch date," she smirked. "I think now’s as good of a time as any."

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“Good job, newbie,” echoes in her ears and a flush of happiness rises up onto her face. She did a good job!!! She'd have to do a victory celebration later.

“Good luck!!” She whispers back excitedly.

And then It's Mary Jane's turn.

Allison watches Mary Jane with an enormous amount of awe. Mary Jane reminded her strongly of a firework, the way she stretched aflame from the floor to the ceiling and sent sparks skittering out into the audience. It would be a crime if the role weren't given to her, from what she could tell, and okay, maybe she'd been hoping it would be her. Or maybe, she'd been hoping to prove herself to herself that by taking on this role, by being accepted into it, it let her believe in her own femininity's glory. Or something like that. She dismisses the line of self analysis forcefully, trying to grab onto Mary Jane's performance to enjoy it. You think too much.

Then it's over and she feels a growing desire to get to know this person better. It had been a dazzling display and she realizes that yeah, she was good, which meant that Allison could probably learn something from her. Maybe they could be friends, and Allison would become a better actress for it, and they could both grow from each other. It was worth a shot, anyway.

“Lunch is a great idea,” she beams back at her. “You want to show me one of those famous incredible New York spots?” She's been looking forward to this part a great deal. Getting to know the good places in the city, or at least which ones she really likes, so that she's able to fit into conversations about city food.

A little knot of tension sets up camp inside of her stomach, but she forces the image of the callback sheet down her throat. It settles as a bitter swelling in the bottom of her stomach, and the energy it takes to reassure herself that she did a fine job saps her of the strength she needs to socialize now. She regathers her energy and pumps some of it into a smile, as she allows herself to slip into Socializing Mode. Her clock is now at 3 hours.

She follows Mary Jane out of the building and into the city. It's crisp and clear and the streets are open in front of her and she can do anything she wants, now. Except go home and recharge her social batteries. Nope. Still have to push a little while. Then when she got home she could read and rest and relax for a while before pushing herself outside again.

Her eyes slide over to Mary Jane as she strolls down the street with her. The excitement from the performance hasn't worn off and the anxiety is still down at the bottom of her stomach so she bounces along on the sidewalk next to Mary Jane, wondering what incredible cityscape adventure awaited them today.

Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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Jackson chuckled and shrugged. “Fair enough.” He smirked back at her, pushing his own check alongside hers and leaned back slowly. “Why don’t we meet up next week some time, go shopping for party stuff, that sort of thing?” He offered with a small grin. “If you’re not too busy, of course. I can pick you up if you want. And in the meantime, I’ll start telling the pack what we’ve got planned and see about dates. I’m sure we can pull off something pretty cool.”

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“Sure, yeah, here, lemme give you my address,” she agrees, nodding. She writes down an address onto a nearby napkin and slides it across the table to him. “Hit me up whenever, we can go look for stuff or do planning.”

Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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Jackson smirked back at her, nodding slowly. He licked his lips, looking down and pursing his lips again. As the waiter came back around with two checks, he started to pull out his wallet, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah, yeah, he got into NYU. So we meet up all the time for swimming and stuff. I’ll let him know though as soon as we get a date,” he shrugged, looking over the check. He glanced up at Allison, frowning slightly. “You want me to get that?”

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"Oh, good for him," she says, reaching for her check immediately. "Nah, not really. I mean, if I can't pay for my own meals, then what the Hell is the point of being hit on by skeevy older men for eight hours a day?" She winks at him as she pushes her card into the leather fold of the check's binding.

Harmonie du Soir || Allison & Sam

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As it so happens, Allison’s hopes prove fruitful after a few minutes. It’s unfortunate and a little sad that Sam so perfectly fits into the stereotypical type of man that wanders into this part of New York City, but there’s nothing Sam can really do about the fate and coincidence of life when he’s off duty.

Sam feels a little wrong being here. He usually doesn’t waste his time in bars unless it’s for a case — partly because it’s more expensive and formal than just buying a six pack and drinking it all in the car, and partly because they always remind him of doing rows upon rows of shots in the bars during his college days. Not like those are bad memories, it’s just that he’d like to think he’s moved on from that part of his life.

(He hasn’t.)

The hunter walks in quietly, slipping through the shadows as he picks a spot in the bar that isn’t too obvious. It looks like the bartender’s busy with some really important conversation she’s got going with some barfly, so he pulls out his phone instead and sends a text.

[SMS: Dean: In NYC - Where are you?]

The glow of Sam’s screen illuminate the lines on his face with a dim blue light. He looks so tired, staring down at the device.

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Oh, thank God, she thinks, and interrupts the man she's talking to in order to let him know that she has to serve another customer. She wheels away from the grey-haired customer in question and turns a dazzling smile on Sam, as though she's overjoyed to see him, which she is.

She pauses a moment to take in how he looks, tired, like he's been running himself ragged for days. Must be on a hunt. She can see it-- it's not difficult to see who is actually on a chase and who is just bragging. She'd peg Sam as the real deal going by the shadows under his eyes. She leans on the bar toward him and waits for him to look up at her while the man she was talking to gives them both a long side eye.

“What can I get for you~?” She asks this as she wipes the counter in front of him a few times. She doesn't know this guy yet so she doesn't know whether he'll turn out to be a huge douche, but at least he's pleasant to look at. So he has that going for him. And he's not obnoxiously demanding her time and attention. So far, he's definitely outshone Random Old Drunk Dude by a wide mile.

Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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Jackson nodded, agreeing, but still somewhat nervous about the whole plan. He took a drink and settled into his seat, grinning back at her and shrugging. “Hawaiian…” He chuckled softly and his face lit up. “Danny should come. Since he’s here, too.” He smirked, suddenly excited at the thought of his best friend turning up to some big event with everyone. “Yeah, themes. With all the crazy shit happening here too… hell, why not be ironic and have some alien theme, I dunno. But I’m no party planner. I’m sure whatever you come up with will be… amazing.”

He shot her a grin and finished up what was on his plate, leaning back again. “Just uh, pro tip. Don’t put any wolfsbane in the punch.” He chuckled and nodded, grinning over at her. “It’s really good you’re here too. I mean…” He bit on his lip, thinking. “From what it sounds like, everyone could use the break. It’s been quiet here… in comparison. So even a little trouble might be good. Not that… we’re hoping for trouble. But… ugh, you know what I mean, right?” He raised an eyebrow, still grinning across at her. “Just gotta find a date. Couple weeks from now?”

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“Couple weeks from now is fine,” she says, nodding with a smile. “Yeah, I'll keep the wolfsbane out of the punch. But only because you asked me to.” Her grins grows a little mischievous as she says this, and she winks once at him before moving on to the next topic of interest, finishing off her side on her plate before she drinks a little more of her beverage. “Danny should definitely come. I haven't seen him in a while, is he out here too? Wow. I think I know what you mean, though. It's a lot more interesting here than it ever was in California. Anyway... yeah. Couple weeks from now. For sure.”

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Salad Days || Allison & Mary Jane

Mary Jane slowly nodded, trying her best to keep a smile from crossing her features and giving away the ideas that were fluttering about her mind. “Riiiight,” she ticked a brow. It was quite clear that she was giving the girl a bit of a hard time, though all with friendly jest and playful intention. “There’s totally.. that thing going on in Brooklyn.” She was trying her best to keep a straight face, but despite the acting chops MJ might have held, it gave way and broke into a soft chuckle.

The red-head sighed, “You’re so new.” And then for good measure so Allison might not have thought the remark to be an insult, “It’s adorable.” The corner of her lips tugged upward into a soft, reassuring smile. A beat passed before Mary Jane took hold of the conversation in the direction that she preferred it to flow. “I think, that you should ditch revisiting your job.” She was leaning back in her seat, a bit confident and oddly at home in the massive theatre (quite the opposite approach that Allison was taking, playing the rookie card and what not).

"Besides, you can always call to check your schedule if you’re really that concerned about it.” She turned to offer the girl a stare that wasn’t much in the way for disagreements or loop holes. “I think you should come with me after auditions,” she nodded once. “I can show you some of the best local places to get coffee and maybe even a bite to eat.” MJ was smiling warmly once more. Shifting up, she leaned in to whisper to the girl, “Besides, it wouldn’t be very polite of me to just leave the small town girl in the big city without showing her the ropes at all.” Her smile still remained, “I know I’d of hoped for someone to show me the ropes and inner workings of this place when I first arrived here.”

Despite her forward approach, Mary Jane was taken with the girl, and perchance her zealous manner might create a warmer atmosphere for the seemingly unsure brunette. “Emily Mast?” She ticked a brow, her head canting slightly, “I haven’t heard of her.” She then stared straight ahead, speaking once more though she was more so speaking aloud to herself, “Why haven’t I heard of her?” One of the members of the panel stood, turning back to glance over the filled auditorium, lifting a hand to settle the group. Mary Jane obliged.

"Welcome, welcome.. thank you all for coming out." He was nodding, palms clasped just before his chest. "We’ve a great turn out for our first day of auditions this year, and we’ve high hopes for a wonderful cast this season!" He nodded. "As you all may already be aware, we’ll only be asking for a set number of bars from your audition piece that you should have come prepared with. Please only draw a verse and single chorus — though we’ll likely stop you before you get through with the extent of even that." He was brazen, to the point. Some may have taken it rudely, but it was show business.

"Take it as no insult if we dismiss you before you’re finished, we’ve plenty of auditions to get through today." He reached over, lifting a clipboard from the table there. "Let’s get things started then, shall we?" He offered a pressed smile, before scanning down the list, pulling the glasses that hung in a chain around his neck up over the bridge of his nose to gain a closer inspection. "Allison Argent." He spoke her name with a crisp, firm and clipped manner, looking up half-expectantly.

Mary Jane blinked, before quickly turning in toward her new friend. She was smiling ear to ear. “Go get ‘em, Tiger!” She whispered excitedly, nudging the girl.

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Allison positively glows when she calls her adorable, and her face lights up into a delighted smile. Who cares if she's new, she's adorable and new.

“Well, since you insist,” she says, giggling a bit. “I mean, please, convince me a little harder to go out for good coffee and food in New York City. Oh, right, Emily Mast... she's a performance artist actually, works out of L.A. She's coming here to do a special thing and then she's going back to the west coast.” She smiles, just talking and thinking about it. Her eyes light up a touch when Mary Jane suggests going out on the city-- every gallery opening and every party had done their work to settle her in, but she had yet to meet someone native to the city who would show her around reliably.

Of course she's be going first, she always goes first. Damn alliterative name. She goes up before them and looks out nervously, but forces the feeling down before starting her song with no further to-do about it. She starts with the first verse and goes into the chorus, and then she ends and walks off.

Her performance is technically superb, but lacking in the fiery boldness that the part requires; Allison is more water than fire, and her delivery, though strong and charismatic, is off just a touch. Something about her is too soft, a little too sweet and gentle, too quiet maybe, for the part.

She is more complex lace and inner reflection than loud brass and steel, more pale night star than blazing sun. Less David Bowie and more Ian Curtis, one might even say, if one was unbearably pretentious.

She gets through her song and then departs the stage, her nerves singing through her body. She doesn't look at anyone as she goes and sits down to do her breathing, making sure she goes slow with it. The only thing she does bother to do is to make sure to sit down next to the girl who was talking to her. She hasn't been approached by anyone else and meeting one new person in a day is quite enough social exercise for her. So she sticks to her. She closes her eyes and just breathes for a few moments.

Grey and calm and grey and calm and grey and calm.

She looks up to see whether MJ is still there, whether her turn has happened yet, whether she's alone now.

Drink Rings || Allison & Dean

He snickered, finishing his drink and tapping the bar for another one. “Thanks. You know, I’d be scolding the shit outta that behavior…if I wasn’t pretty sure I’ve said that same kinda shit before,” he laughed.

She shakes her head, laughing along with him. "You can't be much older than 25, so it's alright. Guys I'm talking about are, 40, 50, definitely way out of my age range."

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Salad Days || Allison & Mary Jane

Mary Jane eyed the girl up and down, a bit taken back by her hesitation to commence in the friendly fist bump. She dismissed the notion entirely however, simply chalking up the potential awkwardness to the girl having previously admitted being new to the city.

"Yeah," the red-head chuckled softly under tone, "the city can be a bit of a big adjustment." She was trying to be cordial — polite, even. MJ hadn’t felt out of place in Manhattan since her arrival years ago. In face, quite the opposite, she felt right at home. Though for the sake of sharing in commonalities she may have not been playing to her most earnest side.

"Strongest Suit."

Mention of the hit number from Elton John’s Aida had left her nearly speechless. Not in that it wasn’t a suitable piece, it was a fantastic selection. She simply was dumbfounded by the fact that her new companion might be running a piece that called for as much finesse as something that upbeat. It was a robust, sassy and loud performance, and doing it any less would potentially be catastrophic to her overall audition.

You’re staring Mary Jane. You’re staring.

Quickly, her gaze diverted itself, jaw snapping back shut. Was she taken back by the idea of seeing the nervous, timid girl up on stage flaunting and parading about? Definitely. But this was the theatre, and people came from all walks of different life. In her time spent with the art, she had learned that sometimes the most awkward of individuals were morphed into the strongest performers while on stage beneath the heat of the bright lights.

"That’s a.. great choice." She chuckled nervously. It wasn’t that her words were not insincere, of course they were. It really was a great choice. Anyone who had known of their current show would have been able to agree in full. It was simply that she was beginning to feel a slight threat on behalf of this newcomer.

Maybe she was going to be really fucking good. No. Maybe she was going to be great. The sudden thought of her being out performed ruffled the feathers of her inner muse. Mary Jane pursed her lips, before her more chivalrous side won out. If she was beat out, then it was in the fairness of their auditions. Either way, she’d be rooting for Allison.

It’s not that MJ was some notorious diva. Not at all. She was simply competitive, as anyone in show business would have been (whether or not they outwardly admitted it). But the fact that she was able to so easily set aside her competitive edge for some rookie that she had just met struck her as potentially meaningful. And she was always one to go with her gut instinct.

She sank into one of the empty seats among one of the rows less populated with potential cast members. Turning back toward Allison, she smirked while a silence began to settle over the auditorium — things were about to begin.

"What are you doing after auditions today?" She whispered, fully intent on getting to know the brunette better.

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A few of the lights from the theater shine in her eyes and she has to look away for a few moments because they're too bright for her. When she's able to adjust, she comes back to Mary Jane with the full force of her face. It was true that the city had been an adjustment that she was still getting used to.

Once she was adjusted, however, it would be a totally different story.

She tucks a piece of hair back behind her ear and chews on her lip nervously for a few moments before she answers. “After auditions...” She wishes she could say she was going to In N Out but she's not. “...Probably going home, or maybe back to work to double check my shift tomorrow. Exciting stuff, right?” She smiles, then her face turns to a thoughtful expression.

She spends another moment trying to remember. “I don't think there was anything else going on... I know that there's that thing in Brooklyn on Saturday night...” Wow, way to be specific, there, Allison. Brooklyn is huge and all kinds of shit goes down there on Saturday night. “I mean, uh, the Emily Mast thing.”

She expects that MJ will automatically know who she's talking about, which is sort of a presumption, but she's very excited about this. “She's coming all the way out from L.A. to do a special performance piece, and I... just want to see it or be as close to it as I can be.”

She sighs wistfully. What a daring dream, to be close to that kind of artist! To perhaps even be able to participate-- there's not a lot she wouldn't do for the opportunity.

Her apartment is beginning to be cast in green and blue- she herself has taken a little inspiration, become bold enough to do just a little of her own installation art. Threads and buttons cut across her ceiling and sparkle like gems, and she stands on stepladders, straining and stretching to make everything work together. Admittedly, she is better at installation art than she is at theater, but that is a story for later.

Drink Rings || Allison & Dean

He smiled. “Yeah? Mine too. Well, they were. Kinda dead now.” He shrugged. “Happens, I guess.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Good, that’s good. Could be a helluva lot worse. Not that hunter drunks are any better than regular drunks, I guess.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "They're all about the same, except hunters sometimes get this messiah complex about it. 'Oh, by the way honey, I saved you from a vampire that never attacked you, we should fuck.'"

Coffee || Allison & Scott

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His feelings weren’t her responsibility and Scott had enough understanding in him to recognize that. He could wish and hope and wait for the rest of his extended life but none of it would be worth his while. She would still remain just out of his grasp and the sooner he recognized that fact the sooner everyone can just start to be friends again.

No use in waiting to try to go the friend route when you can do it now, right? They were having coffee as two friends playing catch up after too much time apart. So he kept his smile shining through his hurting interior, taking another sip of the liquid that would do nothing for him.

“Oh man he’s great.” Scott had always spoken highly of Deaton, but the things he learned with Deaton had just been the beginning. Anders had begun to open his eyes to a while new world. “His family used to be with a pack just north of here but they were all killed and he felt so guilty he moved here which was probably for the best since we both know what happens when it looks like a group of twenty year olds die or vanish and the vet they all had in common was still standing.” Lynch mobs would be nothing in comparison. The lengths people go to stay ignorant of the supernatural.

“But he’s from an even older family than Deaton so the knowledge he has is ridiculous.”

“Yikes,” she says, all too aware of the implications of what he was talking about. Her family would have a field day with that situation. In fact, that's what she was running away from now. Her family's tendency to leap in and kill without thought or consideration. “It sounds like you're getting a lot from him, so that's good. Glad he's here and not hanging around with those hunters.”

She begins to smile even more brightly than she had before, and she even looks Scott in the eyes now. She leans toward him on the table, eyes shining as she drinks her coffee.