Animals at Night
@col-sebastian
And there he was, again.
For a city of it’s size, New Orleans was a relatively small town. Particularly, depending on the community that you were a part of. Outside of the bells and whistles of the French Quarter, the debauchery of Bourbon Street, and the tourists being led by mule-drawn carriages through the districts-- the locals had a tight, involved, and sometimes nosey community. Especially, the supernatural community. Everyone thought New Orleans was a hive for vampires, which wasn’t false, but there were many other creatures and species finding a haven in the city. Everyone thinks the witches of New Orleans are just a myth, they couldn’t be more wrong. So, when someone new shows up in town and begins frequenting a local watering hole, people tend to take notice.
Things had been relatively quiet for Mina recently, all things considered. It’d been a few months since she’d worked a case with The Winchesters, and things at the school were running smoothly thanks to Cordelia assuming her position as the supreme witch of their coven as well as the Head Mistress of the school. Mina’s “technical” title as school historian had proved her useful for finding (and often putting down) various supernatural creatures that were more obscure than your average vampire, which is why Sam and Dean often tapped her for help. Not to mention the whole being a witch thing, it tended to come in handy in their line of work.
‘House of the Rising Sun’ was appropriately playing on the juke box when Mina took at seat at the bar of The Olde Absinthe House. It’s sister bar, located on Bourbon Street, was the oldest bar in town. This location was outside of the tourist area, and even thought it was younger, it somehow felt more authentic. The people that lived and grew up in New Orleans had a certain way about them, and they liked their places. This bar, was such a place.
Over the past few weeks, Mina had noticed a tall-dark-stranger coming into the bar. She usually was there in the early evening or late at night, not always alone; she’d see him always alone. There were two things Mina didn’t shy away from: a challenge, and handsome men. It’s hard not to take notice of a striking new person who seemingly is making a habit of hanging around places that locals do, but there was something else that made Mina take notice of him. Hell, he was a witch hunter for all she knew--but her interest had been peaked, and wasn’t lowering.
On this particular night in New Orleans, the air was cool as the last taste of fall was desperately hanging on, stubborn to surrender to spring. Being alone tonight, Mina took one of her usual seats at the bar and as fate would have it, the tall-dark-stranger had chosen to do the same. As always, he was alone. “Do you mind?” she asked politely before taking a seat on the off chance that he was waiting for someone.
