Sofia Valdez

@witchsofia

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐙 "i sleep where i want, when i want, with who i want." a life well lived. witch. stripper. sister. some of you might know me by 'mia.'

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"What?" Gabriel's eyes blew wide, looking back at her with shock intermingled with complete and utter confusion. "N-no!? I don't -" he wasn't even sure what that meant, he couldn't really see any reason he'd have a problem talking to someone. But now he didn't even know how to explain that he just didn't like the attention that was being drawn to them over the whole situation, in particular because he was trying to blend into the background of this town as much as possible.

"It's nothing to do with you," he said quickly, waving a hand awkwardly through the air. Well, that was mostly true. She had sworn up a storm that probably drew a lot of the attention in the first place, but that was, of course, because of his clumsy mistake. "I just - I don't ... I'm not big on attention. I'm more of a ... behind the scenes type of guy? So uh - " He gestured vaguely towards the other people in the cafe whose eyes had previously been pinned on the pair of them, but had begun to mostly return to their own things by now. "I just uh - figured since I couldn't exactly really help the situation much at this rate that you uh...were probably over the dumb, clumsy, loser guy that caused it all in the first place just hovering about...that I should just...you know...try and exit...apparently not so gracefully..." Stop talking, Gabriel, you're making it worse.

The man's confusion, at least to Sofia, felt overblown, the young woman presuming he was exaggerating his disbelief. No one had to know what she did for a living to see how she dressed and turn up their nose at it. Sofia didn't tend to concern herself, what was the use in befriending judgemental people that only wanted to see the surface of someone? But it did concern her it would be more important to avoid her than to make sure someone was okay.

"You're not playing the Opry, and they don't know you," she responded when he spoke of disliking attention. At least, that was Sofia's way of thinking. She could stand there screaming unbashedly and she'd just be the weird woman in stripper heels that had screamed within a cafe to most of the people in town who retold of the occurance, surely the retelling off this would just be that a young man had spilled his coffee on a woman and she'd sworn loudly. "Why does it bother you if they look?" she asked, perhaps it was her being more extroverted however that she was less worried than he was.

Her brows furrowed as he seemed to shit talk himself so easily, even as he stopped and started sentences the words that spoke poorly of himself followed uninterrupted. "I definitely didn't call you any of those things and you shouldn't either, it was an accident," Sofia assured him, still holding the cup of ice to her side as the burning sensation slowly began to numb away. "Clumsy perhaps, but dumb and loser feel like things you should maybe confront with some like positive affirmations in the mirror."

Finally removing the ice cup and sitting it down on the counter, a new drink made for each of them by a barista who casually apologised despite it obviously not being their fault. "I'm Sofia," she offered.

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Liam nodded, taking a mental note of when the issue started. It rarely mattered much, since customers often didn’t know or lied about things to avoid embarrassing themselves if they had ignored the problem for too long. He personally didn’t care; it wasn’t his business. "Sorry, just know your car is safe with me," he said. He couldn't promise anything, but he would try his hardest to make it as good as new.

"You’re lucky. I just finished most of the cars I had to work on today," he added, working fast and focused on his task. He didn't understand the joke or what she was implying, but he shook his head. "I usually leave my personal life at home. I’m sure you do the same when you work?" He didn't have a girlfriend or anything; he did have a kid, but she wasn’t distracting him too much.

"I always trust you," she assured him, she'd brought her car there enough times that she definitely wasn't concerned about him doing anything damaging. Sofia trusted herself far less since she knew nothing about how to keep the classic vehicle running beyond changing the oil and making sure there was the right amount of air in the tires.

Sofia's shoulders came up slightly when he said he kept his personal life at home, assuming her joke had perhaps struck a nerve. "Sorry, will keep things professional then," Sofia responded. "Do you mind if I sit in the office or something while I wait for someone to get me?" she asked, assuming that even if he could get to it today it wouldn't be done instantly.

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It was kind of funny, when one considered how the two women would come across such similar situations when in dramatically different areas of work. Neylani could certainly empathize with having to deal with her fair share of folks that couldn't keep their liquor down, who attempted to bribe the cuffs off, or even tried to physically take her out before they got brought in. All of it could be so miserable and yet so rewarding at the end of a long, hot night as she sank into a scalding bath to clean those moments from her skin. "You're right," she agreed, with a bit of a smile. Demons had definitely been way, way worse but... That didn't diminish from the fact that, as women, they dealt with certain kinds of 'demons' on the daily. "I'm glad that you seem to be holding up well, then."

Neylani knew she'd seen this woman around town before and within the club itself-- heck, she might have even come in while the lady was dancing on stage and not realized it. Though they weren't deeply familiar to each other, it was clear this person had one of those tough spirits. Probably had to, for the kind of work she was in. Only because of the patrons, though. It was one of those physically demanding and exhausting things, but if the right people actually came in all the time, probably very thrilling, too. Rewarding, even, to know you were basically Goddess in someone's life that night. To Ney, that just seemed like it would feel so good to have something like that, fleeting or not. She hadn't experienced it before and she found herself nearly jealous of the woman for it.

She couldn't do this, though. She'd never even learned to dance at middle school and high school functions. There was no way she'd be capable of acrobatic feats on a pole.

"Oh no, definitely not," Ney snorted to herself, unable to envision being with anyone, let alone how she would feel if they came here. Single men, sure, have it at. But dating and married men? It was a bit harsh on their significant other, wasn't it? To prefer coming to see other women than going home to the one they had? At the very least, it was a form of emotional cheating, right? Honestly, she didn't know and it wasn't anything she had to worry about, anyway. Had nothing to do with her situation in the slightest.

As the woman snuffed her cigarette and came into better lighting, Neylani noted then the oversized jacket wrapped tightly about her small figure. It was plain whose jacket that was. Her not trying to answer and be honest about the situation only seemed to make it more awkward and weirder that she'd be hovering around the employee's entrance in the dead of night. Besides, there wasn't anything to hide. "Actually," her arms came up to hug over her chest and offer a tight smile, "I thought Roman would be working tonight." She didn't pretend to know what his schedule was-- why would she? She just knew he did work there and they'd interacted before when they needed the department's extra assistance. That wasn't an every day occurrence.

"Please don't take that the wrong way," Ney went on quickly to say, to hopefully avoid any conflicts that might dredge up with this girl, "it's just-- he helped me the other night, and I wanted to stop by to thank him for that." She frowned, the guilt and concern visible in the way her brows creased. "And I.. ah..." She faltered, briefly glancing off because it was difficult for her to admit to any kinds of weakness. That night had been her worst and she hadn't been able to shake it, since. "Well, it's hard to explain but," Neylani's words came out in a sudden rush, "something made me attack him and say some pretty awful things.. And he still helped me, so... I wanted to be sure he is okay." That was the truth. Hopefully, if Roman had mentioned it to his girlfriend? by now (and she couldn't imagine he wouldn't have), she'd understand it was innocent. Neylani wasn't sure why she was this nervous to make it apparent that she wasn't there for any other reason, but that distinction seemed important.

The woman's words were nice and generous but Sofia certainly felt odd receiving them, not uncomfortable but unsure. What was their purpose? She didn't know the woman before her and while she may have seen her in passing it seemed like the words of care were more pretence than anything else, even if she figured that they were genuine at least in politeness, after all, it was a rare person who simply hoped for someone to be doing poorly. "Thanks," she said in response, "the same to you." At least visually the woman seemed fine but that could have been a poor assumption.

Sofia was ready to apologise for assuming she was there for a man, to ask if perhaps she was instead looking for one of the dancers or the bar staff who were also mostly women, since 'definitely' seemed like such a strong word. In her mind it didn't seem far fetched for someone as beautiful as the woman before her to have a partner, or for anyone inside to be married or dating, so the 'definitely' felt more like the impossibility of it being a boyfriend. It was strange sometimes how easily words could be misunderstood.

Fortunately, before Sofia could suggest that she could find the woman's girlfriend, she spoke again.

Roman.

Fair. She presumed this was the only place most of his hook ups knew him from, since she really had never seen him anywhere but here and his trailer and she had a feeling it was a rare one night stand he took all the way out there. After all, if they got pissed it would have been much easier to throw a brick through his windows or slash his tires than if they only knew his place of work.

The woman continued still though, Sofia not interrupting to say he had the night off. Not a hook up then, or, not solely a hook up. Shame. The woman was pretty, the pastel pink of her sweater making the warmth of her skin more obvious, even in the dark, and her brows seemed to have an arch to them Sofia could easily envy. "The wrong way...?" she rolled off, the words spoken quietly as the other continued to speak.

"'Something' made you? Like Roman's entire personality?" Sofia joked, still clutching his jacket around herself, unable to consider how her words might have made the gesture of holding the leather so closely to herself feel confusing to a stranger. In truth though she knew what it was to be helped by Roman so the smirk on her face as she joked slowly shifted into something softer, like all her features that could be harsh became delicate. Whatever had happened when she was hidden in her home had affected some people and it didn't shock Sofia to hear that something had come over this woman and Roman had not simply allowed it to happen.

"Sounds like Roman," she added upon the conclusion of the woman's words. "He beat the shit out of my ex in this parking lot when he caught him trying to grab at me, I doubt he'd let whatever was making you be a jerk to him prevent him from doing something about it," Sofia mused, unaware of the depth of the situation since all she had to go on was what the woman had said. It might have hurt a little to know just how much emotionally he'd given over to the woman before her, Sofia had not truly seen Roman show any part of himself to her after that day in the parking lot, it was all sex and taunting, but envy would not have surpassed a gratefulness he hadn't taken advantage of the woman's state.

Ultimately, Roman hadn't told her but... "I haven't seen him since before everything happened, so can't say for sure if he's okay, but he's picking me up after work, I can tell him to find you?" she suggested. "Sounds like at the very least you guys should talk. And...sorry if you're not okay, I shouldn't have assumed you were."

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"Sure, yeah. I...get that," Gabriel murmured, his head bobbing in a slow nod even though he wasn't all that sure he could empathize. There were certainly worse things than spilled coffee, even spilled coffee that splashed on exposed skin. A blush rose up his neck as he glanced around the shop, noticing all the faces still turned in their direction.

"So - uh - if this is all - good..." He murmured, stepping back a step or two, glancing towards the door and then back towards the woman, his fingers combing through his hair nervously. Then, as his hand dropped from his head he gestured vaguely towards the exist. "I'm uh - I'll just...see myself...out...then. Okay. Yeah. Sorry...again."

Sofia saw the flush to his cheeks and the way he looked around the establishment. Her own eyes moving to see what was being observed and unable to see anything specifically concerning. Usually Sofia got looks for dressing a bit too...freely, but even now the glances seemed more observant of the commotion rather than her short skirt.

When he began to half get out his sentences, stopping and starting his murmuring and stepping back from her she looked to him fully, with her brown eyes in their warm shift. "Are you embarrassed to be talking to me?" she asked him, a little shocked. Perhaps others were concerned with the commotion and he was concerned with her appearance. It shouldn't have shocked her, but it felt oddly upsetting given the situation.

Truth be told, the sheriff wasn't sure why she was here. The only time she would typically show up at the strip club, was to cart off those extra rowdy goers that the bouncers couldn't quite get under control or off the property. Those jackasses that thought they were entitled to more than a show, usually. Not that Neylani had any qualms about the business or those that worked there-- everyone made their way in this world in ways they saw fit to do so, and no one profession should be seen as better than any other. She tried her best to stick to that motto and belief, especially in lieu of recent events... It wasn't her business to be judging anyone.

Still, the woman had never come here off-the-clock like this before. And Neylani certainly wasn't dressed to go inside and join the patrons, either. She wore jeans, sensible sneakers, and some light purple hand-knitted oversized sweater over a tank top. Normally, she wore her hair down when out of uniform, but tonight, it was tied back in a sloppy fashion. As if this trip outdoors had been made in haste. Indeed, the wolf looked as if she'd just hopped up off the couch and went.

Ney didn't even know she'd come here, until the flashing lights lit up her features and she paused. Nervously. Uncertainly. As she shifted weight from foot-to-foot, the woman was in the midst of saying she ought to just go back home because she was certain the man wouldn't want to see her anytime soon after the other weekend. What could she say? She knew he was owed an apology, at the very least. And a whole other debt of gratitude for not taking up that demon's offer. But the embarrassment and humiliation and guilt of that night... It lingered as much as the taste of whiskey.

Just pick me up at like three, Roman, the later you are the longer you wait.

Her head snapped in the direction of someone mentioning him, seeing a woman there who was vaguely familiar. On the phone. Disappointment and relief settled in. He wasn't here tonight. Neylani backed up a step or two, fully planning to make a quick escape and plan to pretend she'd never been there at all, before the lady spotted her and piped up if she needed anything. "Ah.. not really," the sheriff stopped and turned more to face her then, "I was looking for--" Neylani cut off and paused again, thinking back over what little of the conversation she heard. It seemed so personal-- intimate, even. And she knew for a fact this woman was not one of Roman's children. Couple that with that teasing tone... Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure this person was someone to the man. She wasn't sure how important a someone, either, so the last thing she wanted to do was give the wrong impression and unintentionally cause the couple problems.

"Well, nobody, really. I was just restless tonight." Better to be safe than sorry, she supposed. "Has uhm-- everything been okay inside?" she asked then, gesturing towards the club. "After.. you know." Demons attacked the damn town. "Nobody acting off or anything?" Honestly, the woman couldn't help to ask, it was in her DNA to care about the citizens of Ravens Peak.

The woman was - even in jeans and sneakers, presumably with minimal make up or none at all, as it was hard to tell in the dark - stunning. Sofia observed the beauty of her round cheekbones sat high on her face, quite similar to her own, and her plump dark lips. Sofia herself was attracted to the woman almost instantly so it certainly wouldn't have shocked her if Roman had been, especially because the old man had a type. The lack of confidence in her words certainly felt strange for someone who was as gorgeous as her, or someone who was willing to even be near the club this late at night but without context Sofia couldn't fathom what was holding back the woman's words.

"This a real strange place to get restless," Sofia laughed, looking over her shoulder at the flickering light over the 'employees only' sign. The woman coming around this way wasn't the biggest indicator of who she was looking for, lots of people worked there, she could have been a big sister or a mother, or even a wife. Sofia's eyes shifting to her hand to see if it had a ring on it.

Dropping her cigarette to the ground before crushing it beneath the toe of her platforms as though she were Sandy in Grease or maybe more likely one of the side characters in Pretty Woman she pushed off the wall, still clutching Roman's jacket to herself. "No worse for wear than normal, what's a bit of demonic mayhem when you already have idiot frat boys throwing up on the carpet and old men giving you fucking ones?" she joked, but mostly Sofia didn't want to think about all that had happened.

She'd holed up in her apartment and locked everything down, the scenes outside too terrifying to deal with. She should have been stronger but she was glad when no one tried to find their way into her presence during the chaotic time, and she truly had tried to avoid asking anyone she knew about it because what if her absence had resulting in them being harmed? What if she was as ignorant as she had been when her own mother had become possessed, what if she got them killed too? Sofia wanted to close her mind off from it all.

"Your not here to like ambush your boyfriend or something, right?" Sofia asked, because that would be the typical drama that would overshadow any sort of demonic possession or fires started. "If you are, I mean, give me his description and I can just bring him out and you can yell at him in the parking lot," she offered.

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His Night Off || Neylani&Sofia

"You still picking me up?" Sofia asked as she held her phone to her ear outside the strip club, the girl wrapped up in one of Roman's jackets she'd stolen from the security room and smoking by the back entrance, cigarette in her opposing hand. Despite the coverage of his coat it was obvious she worked there from the platform heels strapped to her ankles, the glitter that coated her thighs and the make-up she wore that made her lips glisten and her brown eyes seem more seductive. No one needed to see the lingerie beneath to understand she was an employee.

Sofia tightening her grasp on the jacket as she listened to his answer, crossing one heel over the other. "You should have come to work if you wanted a show, Roman," she responded to his taunting with her, the words cold by her tone soft, a slight smile appearing on the edge of those shining lips. Despite the vulgarities he was uttered she couldn't stop herself, cheeks creating a natural pink in the evening light that showed the way he did not quite make her embarrassed but made her...excited.

"Fuck off," she laughed, a gentle eye roll. He was just a hook up, That's what she told herself, while wearing his jacket and wondering how long she might get to stay this time. "Just pick me up at like three, Roman, the later you are the longer you wait," she insisted before he said goodbye and she brought the phone down, along with the chain that wrapped around her wrist made of various shaped beads for it.

It was only once the phone was down she noticed someone looking at her who was not a customer hoping to convince her for some off the clock action, or, at least, Sofia didn't get those vibes from her. "You need something, honey?" Sofia asked, shoving her phone away, cigarette lingering in her opposing hand, smoke drifting from it.

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Dance The Night Away || Fitz&Sofia

Olive green draped over the witch with it's rhinestone fabric, the dress clearly too long for the especially short woman, even in her plastic platform heels that seemed to easily avoid stepping on any of the fabric. The young woman had been dancing since she could walk and in heels since she could talk, her grace was likely a surprise to most watching. The heels, the large earrings and long nails likely loaned themself to a club atmosphere, and yet her hips swayed gently against those of the man she had conned into dancing with her, body curling up into his when she spun. Of course, the actions were quickly cut off when his girlfriend returned from the bathroom. A roll of Sofia's eyes as she was called a slut, and to stay away from this woman's boyfriend, as if she was interested in some silly dude in his twenties. She just wanted to dance.

"Don't fight too long about this, he had terrible flexibility, not worth the sore throat," she called after the couple with a little laugh, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek with a few pokes. Admittedly both her comment and the woman's distress now made finding a dance partner harder, Sofia's eyes scanning the small picnic tables beneath the string lights for someone alone.

When she finally spotted him the girl made a beeline for the man, not too much taller than herself, especially in heels. "Interested in a dance, handsome?" she asked, smile broad on her glossed lips, scent of watermelon and lime to them that matched the fruity scent of the body spray she wore. "Promise not to try and take you home," she assured him.

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"Oh goodness, no," Mollie shook her head with a laugh. To her, the magic was meant to be used to help people. That was why they were gifted with it. "I do sell people the tools to do it at my shop though. But the assistance is no charge."

Mollie nodded. She understood long days very well. More so lately when she was working almost every day open to close. It was mostly to avoid the rest of her life but it felt like a valid excuse. "You could never bother me. There is always a cost to these things, yes. But I find the more I use it for others, the more it comes back to me. I'd be happy to show you any time you're interested?"

Sofia wondered if she'd ever been inside but admittedly she was an avid online shopper. Not totally the best for the community, perhaps if she hadn't ever been she'd need to find her way there. Sure, she'd probably never open any car doors but maybe it would help with the magic she did do. "Generous of you," she offered. "Don't lots of witches like to keep their spells to themselves?" Sofia asked, not realising she was even speaking as though she was not a witch. Without a coven, and with no specific interest in expanding her skillset, Sofia did sometimes forget she was magic at all.

Nothing she'd said had specifically indicated she was a witch, so far actually she was pretty sure everything had suggested otherwise, but ultimately it seemed sometimes others just knew, like they could sense her aura. "That makes sense, good karma and what not. Hopefully this means you finding your own keys when you lose them or something," seemed like and equal exchange for helping someone else find theirs. "Oh, no, like I said, I can't do magic like that. I'm more of a slow burn kinda girl. Need a whole set up, takes a few tries usually. If I didn't know better I'd say I was just a silly woman who thought she was a witch, living in a land of delusion."

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His eyes bound her to where she was, not through any sort of magic, but simply by the way he looked at her and acted on it. Not cautiously, no, there was nothing cautious about the way he held her down to the point her lips felt the grey hairs at the base of his cock, rather...consciously. He held her so long as he felt she could handle it, after weeks of learning her. One night stands were fun and reckless but there was something to be said for how he knew when to ease up, to give her a moment to breath, and how he knew when he push back down, to make her knees tremble with want, her arousal already having reached them and the carpet of his trailer beneath.

Sofia hated when he did that though, called her beautiful, his hands at least still a fist in her hair rather than pushing soft strands behind her ears. It wasn’t a hate directed at him though, but one directed inward. She hated that he did that when no one else had, not outside of silly young men at work that had yet to find the confidence for the vulgarities they wished to spew at her. She couldn’t recall a single ex that had called her beautiful, that had touched her softly, without the ulterior motive of tricking her into forgiving whatever action they’d taken prior. Soft gestures were for after violent ones, kind words were for following cruel ones. In moments when Roman spoke with simply his thoughts Sofia had to resist giving into him, resist curling up against the heat of his chest and begging for more of his words as she rode him through the daylight hours.

As if to answer Sofia held him deep within her, tip to the back of her throat. An enthusiastic yes, the loose nature of her hair within his grasp as she held herself down on him making it clear she would not be making a play to delay him or taunt him. He’d been too sweet, even if he didn’t feel he had, and Sofia desperately wanted to see his face as he came down her throat, her own arousal making her crave the sight to fuel her cunts desperation. The woman's eyes were wide and watching as she increased her attention against him, tongue toying beneath his length, fingers gently rubbing his swollen balls, gagging solely to egg him on.

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"I've been caught out on more than one occasion in the past. Thankfully, one of my back windows is busted now, so I don't need this thing anymore, but I still keep it in my car for emergencies." It probably wasn't smart for Ria to say out loud that her car was easy to break into, but she highly doubted anyone would want to steal her beat up old car. And if they did? Well, they'd be doing her a favour.

"Okay, so, you just slide it down here," she stepped forward and indicated where the woman should put the tool, "and then just kinda feel around for something to latch onto. Once you find it, pull it up, and the door should unlock." Her instructions came with some hand movements to show exactly how to do it, almost as a reflex. "Give it a shot, if it doesn't work, I can give it a try. I'm kind of an expert. But don't go spreading that around, people might get the wrong idea."

"Oh shit," Sofia responded when she heard the woman's back window was busted. Didn't quite seem like a 'thankfully' type of situation but maybe the woman had reason for it. "There's a really nice mechanic around here, his name is Liam, he wouldn't do you dirty on price if you ever did want to fix it."

Sofia watched before trying to mimic the action, sliding the tool in as best she could observe, trying to feel for the latch. It took a moment or two before she believed she did. Once she had she lifted up and watched as the button on the inside of the car also rose in the process. "Ah! You're a genius," she grinned, pulling the tool from the car entirely and testing the door, watching it open.

"No, I would only tell people if you also knew how to hot wire it," she joked, smile on her face, elated that she now wouldn't have to walk home or wait for a tow.

The grin came quick and fast before vanishing back into her more professional smile. “I’m always good for advertising for us,” she chuckled. She couldn’t say she was good friends with Sofia, but she seemed cool enough with Banks, and that was really all Art needed to be friendly-ish. “We’ve got a show coming up this Friday. Probably going to be a cover charge, but the music’ll be worth it.”

Art sent a look towards one of the customers who didn’t move her eyes along fast enough and watched in satisfaction as the woman blushed and hurried along. “Troublemaker,” she chuckled as she glanced at their current blends. “And how about some Here Comes the Sun? You’ll want honey with it, not sugar, but I'm told it’s good for energy.”

"Can probably spare a little," she responded. She didn't mind a cover charge and now that she was only supporting herself Sofia was even more reckless with her money than she'd been in the past. A big spender on shoes and clothes she could easily become on on local gigs around town. "Are you guys the only ones performing?" she asked.

Sofia continued to lean against the counter, forgetful of those around as she listened to Art. "Sounds good to me, sugar right before work probably not wise anyway," she noted.

"How've you been otherwise?" Sofia asked of the other woman while she worked. Not everything had to be about banks, even if he was their mutual connection.

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He laughed a little shyly when she nudged one of his biceps. He was definitely bigger than when he had started, training a lot now to stay in shape. After all, he needed to be strong to do what he did at work. "That's what I'm here for," he said, proud if even one person felt safe with him around. That was why he did his job: to help people in town.

"That's really good news. Do you know what she'll do when she's done? Will she come back here?" He knew her sister, of course. He had met her when she was still living with Sofia. She was the reason they became friends. He shook his head when Sofia called herself a hoe, but he didn't say anything about that. "That's good. I'm glad I caught you at a good time," he said, meaning when she wasn't too busy with raising another being.

"I guess so! I'm not a great dancer, but I'd love to see where you hang out when you're not working."

Sofia smiled at his own pride, he deserved that, especially given the way he was coming home. Theo had always been so sweet and understanding, he deserved to be proud of himself, and Sofia hated thinking there was any part of him that felt less than because of his divorce. He'd tried, she was sure of it, done everything he could to keep it going, she believed that because it was who he seemed to her.

"No clue, honestly," she admitted. Her sister was sometimes a bit of a mystery to her, she'd changed what she was studying a few times as most young people did and Sofia was presently unsure what she'd settled on. "I would have made it a good time for you, anyways, but in truth things have been going well, that guy I was seeing," she commented, pushing back some of her dark hair. Theo surely knew who she meant, she'd texted him a few times about it, vagueness because she hadn't wanted him to worry but surely enough that Theo had potentially suspected he wasn't the nicest of men. "One of the guys at work kind of took care of him so no arseholes around presently."

"Impossible," she insisted of his dance abilities. If he could manoeuvre his way through a building on fire she was sure he could move his hips enough to dance wonderfully. "Didn't your Dad or your Mum teach you enough to go to Prom or something?" she asked.

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"Of course," Mollie nodded and leaned down to breathe on the car window and make it fog. She drew the berkano rune in the fog and then laid her hand on it closing her eyes to focus on the flow of magic, "Låse opp," she muttered and heard the soft click of the door. Mollie grinned as she looked back up at Sofia, "See it's a rune that means rebirth or new opportunities or, in this case, literally opening doors."

"You doing ok?"

Sofia leaned over to observe, not understanding the words the witch used as they uttered the spell. It was still faster than any magic Sofia had ever been able to perform, but it was interesting to know even simple sorts of things could be done with it. "Damn, that's a solid skill set, you could probably charge people for something like that," she indicated with a smile.

"Yeah, just - just tired, work is long, you know how that goes," she assumed. Who didn't know how bad a long work day could be? "Forget your keys, stumble up the stairs, totally collapse in bed, that's the goal right now. I hope I didn't bother you too much, I mean, magic isn't always free, even the little stuff, right?"

"Sorry, sorrry, didn't mean to scare ya!" he raises his hands, mostly he just wanted to help, but he gets it, so late in the night, she was alone a sudden voice, he didn't blame her for getting scared, "Oh, we'll we all been there," the wolf smiles moving a little closer to the car to look at the forgotten keys "Yeah, wouldn't that be helpful?" Isaiah chuckles, "Well--" he says trying to think of a solution to help her out. "I guess I can try to force the window open somehow..." he never done it before but he thought it was worth a try.

"If not I guess we call for help and I can give you ride home?" he suggests, "I mean,I can break the window but should be--if everything else fails?"

"You're fine," she assured him, exhaling slightly, observing his raised hands. Despite how non-threatening he appeared Sofia knew appearances could be pretty decieving in Raven's Peak. For all she knew he was a vampire looking for a meal and she was a distinctly easy target.

"Ford just did not have a head on his shoulders clearly," she joked, her own smile when he had chuckled. "Force it open like down?" But when he suggested breaking the window she gave a shake of her head. "Window breakage would be a low level preference, my sister has a spare set at home," she admitted. "So I could take a ride."

Maybe it was unsafe but she'd done less safe things and she'd rather chance it when he seemed pretty non-threatening than end up with a broken window when she had keys at home. "I don't live too far," she assured him.

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"Oh absolutely," Jesse confirmed with a straight face. "Only got yourself to blame for that, bringing a hot piece like that to this side of town." He circled around the car as he peered into it-- he really did think it was a good looking car. The man had a thing for the classics. "And sorry to say, you just so happened to find the guy that'll have her in pieces before you could find me again, so..." As he sidled in closer, he offered a bit of a grimace that was akin to saying yikes. "I'm a junker by trade." Jesse rested a hand on top of Challenger and gave it an affectionate pat. "This baby would get me a pretty penny or two."

While he was actually serious that her car would fetch a nice price in the junkyard, especially for anyone wanting to junk it for spare parts... Jesse would never do that. It'd be a damn crime. Literally and figuratively. After a few beats to make it unclear if he was being legit or not, a grin broke out on Jesse's face. He inclined his head toward the door she was having an issue with. "So you gonna let me help you or not?"

His straight face seeming to linger as he stalked around her car was not one that indicated anything he said was a joke and Sofia was ready to see if he was drunk enough that she could take him. She fought dirty, drunk men typically were not remotely challenging to take once they hit a point of lacking balance but they could also be ten times angrier and more likely to fight dirty themselves.

He laughed but it didn't sit well after his prior words, especially since he'd already indicated by getting kicked out of the store that he wasn't exactly likely to be a helpful sort of guy. "Yeah, sounds like not, Junkyard Steve," she responded. "Go share a meal with the strays and see what you can get for the Camry you probably drive."

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If she asked for Liam's opinion, he would've said that trusting any man was definitely naive. He had been around terrible men all his life. His dad had been one, then he had met many while spending years in the military and now working as a mechanic...Let's say that was probably why he didn't have many friends. He nodded slowly when she imitated the sound her car was making. He wasn't sure if he could pinpoint the problem from that alone, but it was somewhat helpful.

"Sounds like it's a pretty serious issue. When did you first notice the sound?" he asked, hoping it hadn't been going on for too long, but knowing it probably had. People often hoped it would resolve on its own when it rarely did.

Liam listened carefully, then continued, "Sounds like it could be an issue with your suspension, a wheel bearing, or maybe something with the drivetrain. I'll take a closer look and see what’s going on.'' He also was hoping the car wasn't totally ''fucked'', he thought it was a real beauty and would hate to have to tell her there was nothing he could do. ''I'm sure you still have many good years with this one.''

"I was leaving work, I hadn't noticed it on the way in but that's not to say it wasn't making it," she admitted. When Sofia left for work she was usually half asleep still, downing coffee to try and wake herself up, blasting music and singing loudly. For all she knew it had been making the sound but Becky G had been drowning it out. "Got worse, like I said, the faster I got, so I just tried to drive slower."

The mechanic listed a few things and already Sofia knew it wouldn't be as simple as just knowing. Sofia held out the keys for him, since from the sounds of it he'd need them. "So many words that just went right over my head," she admitted. Would have been a nice skill to know what was going on, and she knew she probably shouldn't have had the car given she didn't know them but Sofia did not want to give her up.

"You're an angel, you're not working on too much right now?" she asked, also hopeful she wouldn't end up in a long line behind a bunch of others. "No social life to delay things, right?" Sofia joked, and it was a joke. Everyone deserved a fucking break from their work once in a while, and she knew how to get around the town without the car, her sister was always borrowing it anyways.

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"You've got my number." And he left it at that. His gaze fell forward, peering out from the fire escape towards the nearly empty area beneath them as most of the town had already called it a night. Not always, but most nights were quieter than the day which was why he preferred it. "I doubt I'd hate it as much as I do the shop," he suggested, though it might have been a close second if only he ended up spending hours on end at her place.

Next door, his own apartment wasn't the nicest place in town but it worked for him and the rest that stayed there. Decent and quiet enough that he could make it through another shit day to figure out what exactly he had to look forward to for himself. Banks nodded. That sounded about right, that he knew the place like the back of his hand and had a boss that didn't inspect on the daily to figure out if he was as much a liar as they were about things. And he'd be able to cut out of there if push came to shove.

"There's got to be something else, you know?" Though he wasn't sure there was for him, not yet anyways. "But yeah, you're probably right. It's an easy enough job that pays well enough that I'm not living in the alley behind this building."

"Probably true," she agreed. Her place mostly smelt of the various incense she used, cigarettes, and take out food typically Indian or Mexican. Maybe not so bad as what he was used to but the incense was always burning and it was basically only when she was dancing at home or at work that she didn't have a cigarette in hand.

"Doesn't gotta be, you know, life mostly sucks, maybe this is the best we can do," Sofia responded. It was not quite as morbid as the words made it sound, least not to her. As he pointed out, life could be worse, and how many people actually had it better? The internet probably made it seem like this grand life was just within reach but Sofia didn't really believe it, life was the hand you got dealt.

When he said he wasn't sleeping behind the building and at least had a room in it Sofia took a slow drag before allowing smoke to flow from her lips. "I think you've cultivated enough good will with enough people we wouldn't let you sleep on the street. Me, the band, probably others," she mused, surely others.

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