The Broken Bottle Pub

[Azrael Jiraco]

Azrael smiled. It felt like so long ago since Austin acted like this; so long ago that something exciting was afoot.

"By your leave," he replied to Austin.

"We know it's a half demon," Azrael replied to Dillon, trying not to call him a moron.
It's the demon side of her that's easier to track, he thought to himself. He didn't feel like wasting his time explaining.

Azrael finished his coke in one final swig and then turned to leave as Austin directed. A flicker of amusement made his smile broaden as he savoured the look on Felix's face when Austin had passed him some painkillers; though he wasn't sure why a Vampire would even need them...

[Kana Lémartes]

Kana drained the rest of his glass and put it down on the bar, watching the exchange with a smile. He'd stored the hat-stand comment away for future use. "Yes, in so many words. Although that's not quite the phrase I would have used." He chose to ignore Azrael's 'vet' comment, deciding that he obviously wasn't one of those being referred to.

He waited until Austin and Azrael had gone before standing up himself. "And now, as charming as your performing buffoon is, I will take my leave. As I say, send the bill for this to my office at The Edge. It will be taken care of." He said, picking up the rest of the bottle of wine and walking away. He paused when he got to the door and turned.

"Oh, and tell Zackary that I expect him in early tomorrow if he expects to keep all of his fingers intact." With that, he opened the door and disappeared, letting the door swing shut behind him.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix's eyebrow climbed up his forehead as he wondered how much bitching it would be worth hearing for the next several weeks if he allowed Zack's fingers to get mutilated before grimacing and deciding to just tell him. He didn't want to get on Zack's bad side.

"Will do."

Thus leaving him with just Dillon for company.

He looked sideways at the crazy Slayer and his 'Make Happy Good Drink' or whatever it was he called it. Felix cracked open the box of painkillers and swallowed four of them along with a mouthful of whiskey.

And he still had the vomit in the mens' room to clean up.

[Austin]

Austin continued to follow Carla's scent trail through the pub until he got outside. Once outside he found her trail again and then projected his thoughts to Azrael
We're too far behind, I'm gonna bring you my keys, follow me in my car, we'll be quicker this way
With that, he threw his keys into the air and concentrated, changing into his lupine form in one uncomfortable full body sneeze. Within a few moments he was leaping after his keys on four legs and catching them between powerful jaws. Once he'd caught them he bounded off back around the corner towards his car.

In his wolf form the world was rendered in glorious monochrome, the only colour in his world was a complicated four dimensional haze that rendered the last thirty hours visible in still life, a living chronicle of scents.

Once around the corner he flicked his jaws and released his grip, sending his keys flying towards Azrael before he turned around and raced back round the corner, chasing after Carla's trail at top speed.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Did you know," Dillon began conversationally in that tone he usually did when he had something to say. "That Vincent Lemartes was considered one of the greatest swordmen of all time? I wonder if it's genetic..." But the rest of the sentence was delivered with a darkness that suggested beneath all the bubbling insanity, he'd remember the phrase 'performing buffoon'.

"So, hey, that time travel thing was pretty awesome, right?" And then he sprang back in to ordinary conversation right away, as if nothing had happened. Well, ordinary for Dillon...

[Azrael Jiraco]

Not given much chance to get a quick start like Austin, Azrael turned the keys and shoved it into first gear. He put his belt on at the same time as accelerating as fast as he could. He wasn't delicate with Austin's car; he was a very fast wolf after all. Azrael didn't want to be left behind. He pushed the pedal down until he could jump straight from 1st gear into 3rd.
Run, run little girl, Azrael thought to himself psychotically. He would be very glad to see Carla dead.

[Austin]

Austin grinned as only a wolf could as he heard Az start the car and roar down the street towards him. Knowing that Azrael would be looming over him within the next couple of seconds he picked up some more speed, still following Carla's scent trail with ease as it made its winding way across town.
she knew she was going to be followed
he told Azrael psychically as his paws pounded on the asphalt

[Azrael Jiraco]

Not surprising, he replied. He trusted in Austin's ability to track, so this didn't concern him. Has he have known that Carla was being assisted by demons, it may have been a different matter. Hell, there would probably be more 'Watch' officers on her trail.

(shall we continue in a different thread)

[Austin]

(may as well keep it here)

Austin slowed as the trail went into an alley and then vanished
"Oh crap"
the trail has gone cold
he thought to Azrael, continuing to curse to himself

[Azrael Jiraco]

What? Azrael thought to Austin, incredulously. The wolf didn't sound like he was playing around.

I didn't think that was even possible... Azrael slowed the car and tried to formulate ways that Carla could have shaken Austin off.

[Zackary Kalen]

About ten minutes after Kana made his exit, footsteps began to descend the stairs. It appeared that after managing to somehow ignore an entire gun fight, and near bar room brawl between a half demon and two members of the Night Watch, Zack had decided it was safe to descend to the bar again.

... Except his coat was on. And he was carrying a plastic bag from a nearby store.

Dumping the bag on the bar, he swung himself onto one of the stools, eyed the bullet holes in the wall, the fedora on the bar - Dillon had woken up, this needed no explanation - and Felix looking like he wanted to drown himself in his bottle of whiskey.

Zack's eyebrow arched slightly, before he cleared his throat, rifling through the bag,

"So, I was going to offer you these--" the hands emerged with a packet of store brand pain killers, which he waved like one would wave sweets in from a sugar deprived kid at a sweet shop - "but someone already beat me to it."

There was a pause.

"... Bastard threatened my fingers, didn't he?"

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix didn't look up, too busy trying to will the throbbing headache away, "Yes. He says he wants you in early tomorrow morning." At this point, he finally looked up, mismatched blue and green eyes boring into him, not quite sure if he should be glaring a painful fiery death at him or just generally pleading with him to make the pain stop. He just settled on being tired, "I take it you went out before shit hit the fan. Need a run down of the massive clusterfuck that just took place?" he asked softly, blinking slowly as even his eyes started aching.

[Zackary Kalen]

"Nah."

He plucked open the tab of the pain killers, tugging out one of the blister packs and popping two pills out of it. Pills still in hand, he hopped over the bar, grabbed a glass and poured a glass of water.

"I think I'll just let my imagination fill in the blanks. Now drink up sunshine, and take these while you're at it."

He pushed the glass and pills literally under Felix's nose.

[Felix Dolohov]

Pushing himself away from the bar a little he accepted the water and pain killers. He had already taken four not a few minutes ago, he probably shouldn't be taking these but it had been ten minutes and the headache had only gotten worse. It was a mark of how crappy he felt that he hadn't even given the brown haired male a dirty look for the 'sunshine' crack.

Tossing the painkillers and chugging the water he leaned back against the bar, rubbing at his temples, he couldn't even muster the gumption to look up at the clock, knowing that he would have to crack on and finish cleaning up before opening in... well, opened at twelve noon. Next time he saw Carla, he was giving her a kick in the shins and demanding his money, Azrael was now barred as far as he was concerned, Austin was still welcome, he had been nothing but reasonable, Kana too was still welcome but he doubted if Madoc would feel comfortable returning at any point in the next day or two. He was still debating on whether or not Carla was barred.

"Thanks," he told the other vampire, all previous threats to hit him with the filthy mop forgotten in the face of pain killers, the fact that he hadn't even been in the building and Zack's own particular brand of Caring-But-Not.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon, who had been spending most of his time struggling with some great internal problem, finally spoke up.
"Do you know what gets me?" He asked, looking to the other two, apparently now having become completely unaware of the events that had happened only a few minutes ago. "Tinkerbell. Right? She has to be, by definition, a paedophile, right?"

"I mean, she's clearly a fully grown woman, right? Because, you know, boobies. And there's no way if she was a kid any mother would let her dress like that! Yet, she blatantly spends the whole time wanting to bone Peter Pan. I mean, she's instantly jealous of any other woman who goes near him, and even annoyed when he's not paying attention to her. Peter Pan, who is quite specifically, the boy who will never grow up. Keyword: boy. He's not even a teenager, so he must be, like twelve!"

"Now..." He held up his hand in the manner of a scholar anticipating a counter argument. "...I accept that fairy years may not equal human years, and therefore, Tinkerbell could be both an adult and nearly the same age, but regardless, she's an adult of her species, and he is not. And that's without getting into the entire cross-species breeding interest. That's like, fairy bestiality or something."

"So, Tinkerbell, is seriously, seriously, screwed up. She should be in jail! Not roaming free, like she is!" Dillon finished, apparently having got this off his chest, feeling that it was an obvious topic that must have been buring everybody else up as much as him.