Déjà vu (Open)

Mary sighed silently at the news of more goo. She felt bad for Maelena, losing a ring in the stuff, but let the matter slip from her mind. Cazz was more than capable of handling the near ever-present gooey toilets. She didn't think she'd ever understand the juvenile enjoyment some folks got from making other people do extra unnecessary work.

McBride snapped back to reality and gave Mary a little smile as he took a big drink from his Iced Tea and told her "Pretty sure I can handle my liquor hun."

He watched as Cazz and Maelena left to go to the bathroom and a chill ran up his spine. At this point he was glad he used that nifty trick to sober himself up, something interesting was going to happen, and soon.

Turning back to Mary, he asked, "How long have you been tending this bar?"

Mary thought back. "Pfffffff, oh, I've been here for a little over a year, I'd say. As long as this bar's been here." She grinned.
"Don't worry about Cazz and Maelena, it's just goo in the toilets." She assured him, watching him track the women.

((Lamia, cool if Mary has a Vision of what's to come? PM me!))

Gendan shrugged and looked around the bar. He wasn't sure if it was just goo but he wasn't going to argue. As he watched all the muggles, he was disgusted by the lack of tact they all possessed. The way they danced alone had him feel uneasy. He took another drink and turned back to Mary.

"This place 'as only been op'en a year? Ye've done a good job with it 'at's for sure."

"Cazz and I, yeah. We're making good profits, doing well paying back the loans we got." She glanced around the bar as well, everyone seemed to be having a good time. A few people had empty glasses, but they could come up to the bar if they wanted a refill. Mary was off the clock and was starting to enjoy herself on this side of the bar.
"So, I'm slightly surprised someone who doesn't like muggles would choose to stay in this pub." She told Gendan, hoping he'd elaborate.

"I'm 'ere 'cuz I like tha' wizarding company. I've missed it fer quite a while." Gendan looked around at the muggles and his lip twitched a little before continuing, "I also like tha' bar isself. If 'ere's gotsta be muggles 'ere 'en so be it bu' I aint gonna leave anytime soon."

McBride stopped for a drink then decided to tell Mary, "I also can't stand tha' need to keep us a secret from 'um. If it'er up ter me, we'd be allowed ta' sling our spells in front o' muggles, no worries."

"The Statute of Secrecy was created for good reason." Mary shrugged. "I can't rightly remember WHY, but there must have been a reason." She grinned and took another gulp of her drink.

"I fer one think that tha' Statue o' Secrecy is a waste 'o time. Maybe if we di'n't 'ave it we'd not be havin' so many problems. At least as many as when I left.."

"I think it's like, have you ever heard the story of the wizard's son and the hopping pot?" Mary asked, recalling the old kid's story. "Or Babbity Rabbity and the laughing stump? Bad stuff can happen when you mix magic and muggles." She vaguely recalled learning about The Burning Times, when witch-hunters would take anyone they believed to be magical and burn them at the stake. For any witch or wizard it was completely harmless, but sometimes young children who couldn't control their magic would get caught, or muggles would fall under suspicion... Though she didn't think Gendan would much care about that, or he would have a comeback about why it was a good reason to let muggles know about magic.

"Yeah I've 'eard all those stories bu' times 'ave changed since 'en. 'Specially in tha' past number of years. Muggles should be able ta' handle tha' truth a' this point. Sure there'll be some who rebel and try ta' recreate tha' witch burnings but tha' can be remedied. We can protect the small'uns an' stop 'em. But 'at's jus' me thinkin' aloud, don't mind it none."

Gendan looked downcast after his little rant, remember how he could cast magic in front of any animal in the woods. Some would run away in fright, but usually because he was trying to feed off them. His wolf pack hadn't minded when he changed in front of them, especially when he would warm them all in the winter.. This is why the wild should rule where chaos is the only law.

Mary turned to face Gendan fully, slightly incredulous. "I thought you didn't like muggles, now you're saying we can live with them in peace?" Maybe he had had enough to drink for now...

Cazz's whole body straightened out like a bored as she felt her head connect with the cold slimy tile, her eyes quickly moving back and forth as she stared up at the women complete confusion taking over her. Cazz didn't hear anything come out of the women's mouth, but then an intense pain took over her body. Her head pounding as if she was hit in the head with the lid of the toilet.

Thoughts started to creep in her mind, what if this was someone she did wrong in her past. What if this was the revenge they were giving her... what if she died on the cold hard slimy floor of this bathroom. Her eyes darted around quickly wanting to scream for help scream for something, but even if she could... if she wasn't as stiff as a bored on this gross bathroom floor she wasn't sure if she would... In some sick way... Cazz probably did something wrong to be punished like this.

(I just wanna say I love how I'm having a drunk conversation while there's an assassination/torture thing going on. Quite amused)

"Mmmmm I don' like'm. Don' mean we can' live tergether without hiding who we are as a people. Besides, I find our robes silly an' I love this suit."

Gendan's words were beginning to slur quite a bit but he kept drinking away anyway. He wasn't really all that drunk after his little jont to the bathroom but he had to act like his still was. He couldn't shake the cold chill running down his back. Maybe he was just tired and needed to sleep soon, maybe something bad was going to happen. Who knows.

"I agree with you about muggle clothes." She pointed a finger at him. "And you may be right about living together in peace, but the Statute is in effect and probably will be for quite some time. Plus, I mean, hopping pot. I don't think you'd deal with having muggles want you to fix all their problems too well." She took a large swig of her drink, hoping to stave off a Seer headache.

"Ehhh ye' say we'd be dealin' with their problems but who's ta' say they can't 'elp with ours? 'ell, they could prob'ly save us lotso time with work.. I can't remember where I was goin' with tha' but I'm sure I was gon' make a good point.."

Gendan furrowed his brown and sheepishly took a drink. He was having a hard time thinking of things to say. He was doing well earlier but after being away from people for so long his skills had diminished greatly.

"Any'oo. 'ow 'bout one more o' these before we call it a night. eh?"

Cazz listened to her, a slight look of confusion passing her face before she mentally pimp handed herself. Why in all that is good hadn't she thought of that. She was a witch after all how could she so blatantly stupid... she really had to work on that if she could get out of here... if she ever got out of here... if she lived. Quickly pulling herself back out of her out of her thoughts as she looked up at the evil women in front of her.

She looked up at the women, she looked upset. Over something she had no control over... or did she? God she hoped she didn't piss off the sharp tip of her wand too. God forbid having two things upset at her. Swallowing hard she wanted to shake her head or say something but it was locked inside of her. Chewing slowly on her insides as she watched the women in front of her slowly twisting her panic setting in trying to fight against this, but feeling useless, stupid for following someone into a bar bathroom. This was like one o one for horror movies... she was going to die. It was exactly how she was going to die... and she needed to get over it.

Looking up at the women almost a carelessness in her eyes. At least she would stop seeing things... she would stop feeling... the lonelyness would slowly die with her... Cazz would't have to keep pretending... this was a good thing... maybe this was what she had been waiting for.

((AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH EITHER CAZZ OR LAMIA HAS TO PM ME IF MARY HAS A VISION OF WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN OR NOT! If she doesn't have a vision, she'll realize Cazz has been gone a while in a half dozen or so posts.) )

"You want another Long Island Iced Tea?" Mary asked, laughing. "Eh, you seem to be steady enough." She shrugged and drank the last bit of her own while moving behind the bar, making a new one in her used glass and grabbing Gendan's to do the same.

"Sorry, I know ye' aint working at ther moment. I won' ask fer any more after 'is. I should probably start thinkin' o' a place ter sleep soon anywho, I'll be damned if I'm not passin' out after tonight."

Gendan rocked back in his stool a bit, trying to appear drunker than is and having a fairly easy time at it. As an Irishman, what else can be expected?

"It's fine, it's fine." Mary smiled as she shook the drink. "Wait, you're homeless?" She asked. She thought camping supplies were pretty expensive. She passed him the glass. "On the house."

((Lamia, cool with Mary having a vision of Cazz in the bathroom in a pool of blood?))

(You REALLY want to have a vision don't you?)

"Thank ye'." Gendan replied, putting his recently-drawn wallet away. "An' I don' think 'homeless' is a good way o' puttin' it.. Moreso I don' 'ave a buildin' ter sleep in. I know places where I can sleep in peace though. Aint the first time fer me."

Gendan drank some and smiled a bit. "I think I'll be back 'ere again some time this week. I'll need to procure some money firs' though." McBride tried to change the subject because he really knew no where to sleep. Maybe he'd try to sneak into a zoo and sleep with the other wolves.. Or apparate to the forest he spent the past four years surviving in. But he didn't trust apparation..

((YES. SO BADLY.))

"Good luck, mate." Mary raised her glass to him. "You don't have family or friends you can stay with while you get back into the swing of things?" She thought not having a building to sleep in was the definition of homeless, but whatever.

Cazz winced feeling her lip split slightly from the silver tip, she never really liked silver and this just made it ten time worse. Blood started to slowly ooze from the cut, dripping down her chin and neck starting to stain her shirt.

As soon as she could feel herself start to move again she wanted to bolt to leave, the ropes almost siring her skin. Wiggling against the floor as she coughed hard licking her lips tasting the iron of the blood frustration was building in her as she wiggled more and more before stopping staring down in horror as things began to move under her skin... almost like small spiders had in bedded themselves under her skin and started to wake for the first time a scream was stuck in her throat there was no way she would be able to get them out her fingers twitching in realization before she looked up at the women confusion taking over. Coughing as she leaned over drops of blood gently dripping on the floor her eyes closed tight as she forced out her voice almost broken like.

"You know who I am?" Her head slowly turned up to look at the women before her. Full of worry, full of resentment. What had she done to deserve this? Would she know about the scare on her arm.. who she was before she fell off that cliff.