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[not_lugosi]

Bela arrives, moving a little more slowly than usual, but with her familiar smirk. It's been an interesting day. In the end it was a quite profitable one, even if she's paid for it in bruises.

Ghosts can be so pesky when you try to take their treasures.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler

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[stillbecoming]

Familiar face! Buffy smiles at her, and waves. Luckily, she waves with the hand not holding the pineapple smoothie, or neither of them would be smiling.

[not_lugosi]

Bela smiles back. "Hi," she says. "Is that a fruit smoothie? It looks delicious."

Now that she's not as focused on terror inspired by hellhounds, she's very much like to chat with Buffy. Perfect timing!

She winces as she sits down, but hides it with a quick smile.

[stillbecoming]

"Pineapple," Buffy says happily. "It's citrilicious. Um, sorry." That's one of those words that's supposed to stay inside your head.
"How've you been?"

No hellhound-mouth-shaped holes, but she does look a little scraped up.

[not_lugosi]

Citrilicious? Huh.

"I've been fine, for the most part. Turns out a god-type came along and told the hellhound that was bothering me to behave. It did. Turns out as long as you feed it steaks, it can almost be helpful."

She orders her own fruit smoothie. She'd have some whiskey in, but she's in the mood for healthy.

[stillbecoming]

She frowns. "Never tried that. At least my way was cost-effective."

Glancing back at Bela: "Is that -- ?" Her finger traces the location of the scrapes on Bela's face over her own, questioningly.

[not_lugosi]

"Oh, it's nothing," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Spirits led me to a talisman of some significance. The ghost that was still haunting the house it was hidden in, and it decided to bust the place up a bit as I was locating the talisman. Just a few scrapes and bruises."

And floors giving way. Bela knows how to fall very well.

[stillbecoming]

She nods, listening.

With idle curiosity: "What kind of talisman?"

[kitchen_maid]

The rather dressed up young woman is focused enough on the toddler in her arms that she doesn't notice the other woman until she nearly runs into her.

"Heavens, oh I'm so terribly sorry."

[not_lugosi]

"Oh, it's fine," she says, eyes darting to the toddler. Children make her nervous.

"Think nothing of it."

[kitchen_maid]

"Thank you," she says.

The toddler's eyes look back at her.

"Siddey," he says, decidedly.

"Merry, be nice," says his mother.

[not_lugosi]

She plasters on a smile.

"He's cute," she says. That's the kind of thing you say to parents of children.

[kitchen_maid]

"Thank you," says Amy.

It's the sort of thing you say when people say things like that about your children, even if the smiles seem rather more Court like than sincere.

She shifts her son to get one hand free and offers it.

"I'm Amy, and this is Merry."

[not_lugosi]

She shakes the woman's hand after a second of hesitation.

"Bela. Nice to meet you."

She keeps smiling.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is very happy to be wearing normal clothing again today. Jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Like a normal human being.

(He has the shoes from yesterday, though. They're solid and comfortable, thick black ankle-height boots, and don't look stupid. He likes them.)

He is especially happy about all this when he sees Bela. He smiles and waves to catch her eye.

[not_lugosi]

She is happy to see that he is happy.

Which is... kind of strange for her, but hey. Whatever. She waves back and heads over.

"Hi," she says, and she leans in to give him a quick kiss. Just because she can.

Then she notices the boots. These are the kinds of things she notices. "Nice boots, Cal. Did you go shopping or did the bar provide them?"

If Bar provides shoes as well as food and drink, Bela's going to be one happy lady.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal smiles, pleased by both the kiss and the compliment.

"They came from the Bar. Yesterday was - very strange. Trust me, you're not sorry you missed it." Pause. "Even though you would have looked really hot."

Please pardon Cal for a few seconds; he is currently busy envisioning scantily clad pirate Bela and will get back to you shortly.

That would, he decides, have improved things a lot.

[not_lugosi]

Hey, she'll play dress up if it gets her extra orgasms. All he has to do is ask!

"Oh, would I have? Do tell. I am most intrigued and sad I missed an opportunity."

She slides a chair over to sit closer to him.

[isaysimplewords]

"Oh, very." He grins at her, reaching down to take her hand. "The Bar dressed everyone like pirates. Apparently it was some kind of holiday. There were some pretty interesting get-ups." A slightly pained expression crosses his face. "I had leather pants."

He has accepted, by now, that he got off exceedingly lightly compared with plenty of other people, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

[not_lugosi]

"Leather pants? Damn it. I miss all the fun." She leans in for another kiss. Kissing Cal is a fabulous thing to do.

Then the whole pirate bit processes.

"Wait, pirates? Really? How? Did you just- wake up in pirate clothes?"

[walksthebounds]

Hunh.

Jamie doesn't know the woman, but he does know the walk of ow-bruises-ow. She looks awfully chipper for someone walking that particular walk.

[not_lugosi]

Bela feels someone watching her. That's the kind of thing you learn to do, if you want to live. She turns, and then she realizes the threat is likely a small one.

She gives Jamie a smile, even. Why not?

[walksthebounds]

Jamie smiles back, open and cheerful and basically exuding vibes of 'nope, no threat here, no sir!', because this is also the kind of thing you learn to do if you want to live.

(Or at least not deal with a lot of painful near-death experiences.)

He lifts a stick with several marshmallows stuck on it in a salute.

[not_lugosi]

Marshmallows? No, really, are those marshmallows? Maybe he's a Boy Scout.

Bela laughs and salute back.

[walksthebounds]

Hey, what else are fireplaces good for?

Jamie grins, and gestures with the stick in a way that is meant to indicate his willingness to share, if people are so inclined.

[not_lugosi]

No way. Boy Scout is actually offering her a marshmallow. This is too much.

She heads over anyway. Why not?

"You're pretty free with your marshmallows, it looks like."