[M] A crackpipe full of dreams

Forward Dated -- Mid July / Biff's Bar / Helena

POSTED: Tue Jun 05, 2018 10:13 pm

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Boone had never been so far from home in any sense that he could recall. He followed his uncle to a strange and perhaps overly hyped place that he affectionately referred to as Whoretown; the ruin of Amhurst. It looked a lawless place of crumbled buildings and cracked asphalt as nature slowly tried to reclaim the sprawl. Among the ruin, there was life in a way Boone had never seen -- life without order. No rule of law.

Gamblers cast crude wooden dice in the streets, squatting around bottles of alcohol and pilfered supplies as they made their bets. A particularly rough looking woman leaned against a building. She winked suggestively at the pair, but John was quick to pull Boone by the wrist down a narrow corridor before he could react.

John pushed open a old wooden door and dragged Boone into a dark, noisy building. John explained that it was Biff's Bar and that it was the best place in the world. At first, Boone was wary and kept a watchful eye on the other patrons. He made awkward eye contact with a pretty redheaded across the bar and quickly looked away. However, after being served his first drink by the dog behind the bar, Boone found it much easier to loosen up.

Looking beside him, Boone saw John's seat sat empty. The door swung open and Boone swore he saw his uncle leave with a woman clutching his elbow.

Shit.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 1:29 pm

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She watched them enter, stiffening imperceptibly. She pulled closer her drink and pulled it to her lips, realizing that it was not Redtooth that entered. The entire stance was different, the aura and the make of him. Similar in colored looks and eye hue only. She caught the boy's eye briefly and he turned his gaze away.

They were identical other than that and she watched them surreptitiously through her peripheral vision until the look-alike disappeared off with an attractive woman. Her cat's smile grew and yet she didn't strike just yet, she languished in the attraction of forbidden, new knowledge.

The boy though, there were things she could see. Things that linked and bound. She could see both of them and somewhere in her chest there was.. something. It irritated her though, and she frowned down at her drink for long moments. When she next looked up, another woman had made her way over and was talking to the boy now, her hip pushed out and her shirt low cut.

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Hear the furnace in my chest
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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 4:19 pm

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The door swung shut and Boone turned his wide-eyed gaze down upon the bar. He stared at the drink clasped between his hands and simply tried to process the fact that his uncle had ditched without a word. "That fucker," Boone whispered to himself in utter disbelief. Miffed as he was, Boone shrugged it aside. After all, if the opportunity arose, Boone could see himself doing the exact same thing to his uncle.

It was then that Boone was approached by a stranger. "You lookin' for a good time?" A wolfish woman rasped, leaning against the bar provocatively. Her voice was like broken glass; like sandpaper -- grating and course. She smiled and Boone could see the woman's teeth were few and far between, and those that remained: crooked. Needless to say, Boone found the woman unsightly.

Not with you, Boone thought to say, but he caught himself before he could cause an unnecessary fuss. "Not... particularly," he told her, shirking away and flippantly shrugging the woman off. He looked away and once again caught the bi-colored gaze of the redhead at the end of the bar. She was watching him. Watching her.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 4:47 pm

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She hid her smirk behind her glass, the wolf was not exactly a thing of beauty. Helena leaned back into her chair and watched the petty pick pockets attempt at a quick grab crash and burn most spectacularly. The wolf-woman's ears pulled back and she looked about herself in embarrassment and the beginnings of anger.

The boys eyes again met hers and she raised an eyebrow in return to his desperate plea for help. Finishing her drink the woman stood gracefully, gathering about her the folds of her clothing and strode towards them,

"My dear, I zhink zhe gentleman, 'E is not interested, Oui?" Her smile was all daggers and needles, piercing for their politeness. Composure drawn about her like a shield Helena stared and made a shoo'ing motion with her fingers at the other woman, who was quick to murmur apologies and sneak her way back to her own corner of the bar.

The Lykoi settled onto the stool next to him and her smile was decidedly less saccharine,

"I zhink you owe me, mon amie." Laughter wormed under her words and she tossed riotous hair back over her shoulder with a flick of her elegant head.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 5:18 pm

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It was clear to Boone that the wolf woman's ego had taken a hit, and while he was young and something of an easy mark, he could not help the fact that he was utterly repulsed by the woman's sheer existence. She was taken aback, and beneath the embarrassment in her expression, Boone could see anger simmering underneath the surface. He thought to simply shoo her away with an offhanded gesture, but the red haired woman from across the bar intervened, rendering the action entirely redundant.

She spoke in a way Boone found completely unfamiliar, in some unnatural but almost rhythmic cadence. Boone found it spell-binding in a sense and he quirked his brow as the woman spoke, listening with rapt intent. The wolf woman, while she would not leave in the wake of Boone's outright rejection, left with no protest to the strange red headed woman. He wondered, what strange power did she wield here?

She was --- a more alluring specimen.

Boone breathed deep and sighed as the red haired woman sat beside him. He smelled something sweet; a perfume he couldn't quite place. "Yeah. Shit," he said. "I guess I do." Boone supposed if he were to be indebted to someone, there were certainly worse candidates. Boone tried to play it coy. "How do you suppose I pay back this, uh -- egregious debt?"

"Lemme, uh -- lemme buy you a drink." He smiled and reached into a small bag he kept with him and produced a small amount of marijuana to barter with the bartender.

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