party post } { drinks are on me

[bravebartender]

So the thing about wishing for home and accidentally winding up with your place of employment is that that employment can now transfer to Teleios. Cami's had Rousseau's for about six months now, and she's managed to change it into the place that Sophie and Jane Anne loved to something that's a little more something of Teleios, even if she kept a lot of the New Orleans flair. It's something she couldn't bring herself to take away, that memory of home, even if she's far, far away.

The upper floors have been modified into a small loft for her and Hope, something simple and comfortable that's currently loaded with baby toys because when you're being spoiled by your Aunt Cami, you can never have too many. She still doesn't know why Hope came with her when she was brought into Teleios, but she is going to do everything in her power to keep her safe until Klaus our Hayley get here. It's not much power, given the measly human of it all, but that's why she hires attractive, strapping supernatural gentlemen to do her dirty work for her.

Currently she's behind the bar, with Hope in her playpen that she worked in there, just so she can keep an eye on her. She's more than willing to pour you a drink, listen to your troubles and woes and make sure that you leave her bar with your mind feeling a little lighter. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a bartender who also happens to be a psychologist. She'll get what you're worried about out of you sooner or later.

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[theminotaur]

Her drink moves and Abigail just barely catches it, gently reaching out to move it back into the correct spot, mouth lifting in the tiniest, fleeting smile before her attention turns back to her sketching. A breeze flutters her hair and she reaches up to smooth it back down, pretending not to notice.

Then the flame of the candle perched on her table jets up a foot and she huffs out a sigh, looking up and catching Faye's eye across the bar, mouth twisted in a wry smile before she gently lifts her hand and flips the witch off. Dropping her hand, she scribbles something on her sketchpad in bold block letters and holds it up for Faye to see.

STOP FLIRTING WITH ME.

[reallywicked]

The note on the paper makes Faye bark out a laugh. A moment later, she just takes her drink and moves over to Abigail's table, plopping herself down in a seat and giving the girl a wicked little smile.

"If I was flirting with you, you wouldn't be asking me to stop." This is just the kind of friendship that Faye likes, a bit of banter and an understanding that it's not going to ever be normal.

[theminotaur]

"Cora might." Just a casual mention of her werewolf girlfriend, but that wry, smirking smile is still there so Abigail obviously doesn't care since they both know Faye isn't flirting with her and they're both happy with their respective partners.

Who are both werewolves.

She flips her sketchpad back to what she was drawing once Faye gets settled and she's sure she doesn't need to hold up the sign again. "Stop playing with my hair." That time she actually means it, still self-conscious about her ear, or lack thereof.

[reallywicked]

Rolling her eyes, Faye sips at her drink, but doesn't fluff the other girl's hair with magic again. "Spoil sport." She was just having fun! Lighten up, Abby.

"Speaking of my second favorite puppy, where is Cora tonight?"

[theminotaur]

She shrugs, turning back to her aimless sketching. "Probably with Derek."

Derek. A constant thorn in Abigail's side. She likes him well enough and she believes Cora when she insists that Derek doesn't hate her, she would just really prefer her girlfriend and all her girlfriend's stuff could move into their apartment. Instead Cora just sleeps over.

:|

[reallywicked]

Faye wrinkles her nose. She's not a Derek fan. Piper's distaste for him has rubbed off on her and she's just not about it at all. Cora is the only Hale worth having around in her opinion.

"You haven't convinced her to move in yet, huh?"

[theminotaur]

(Piper approves, tbh.)

Abigail's lips purse briefly, pencil stilling. "I'm working on it."

Baby steps or something. She knows Cora feels bad that Abigail feels bad about it so she tries not to push them both into feeling bad about not being able to stop each other feeling bad. It's actually kind of adorable but since Abigail is the one involved she doesn't find it so. "We'll figure it out. They didn't have each other for a long time."

Her hand waves dismissively. She can't begrudge Derek wanting his sister around since that's what Abigail wants too.

[reallywicked]

She rolls her eyes super hard.

"It's not like he would never see her. Everywhere in Teleios is like 20 minutes away, max." Derek is a baby. And attractive. An attractive baby? No, that went places. Nevermind.

[theminotaur]

"I'm aware. Are you gonna keep putting me in a bad mood or can we change the subject?" Abigail doesn't beat around the bush, okay, and she knows Faye isn't going to take it personally.

[reallywicked]

"Tell me something that puts you in a good mood and we'll talk about that instead." She teases, leaning forward a little.

[theminotaur]

The answer is still Cora.

God damn, Hales.

"How's Tom?"

[reallywicked]

"He's good. Working." Which is why he's not here yet. He's meeting her here, maybe.

[theminotaur]

Once the niceties are out of the way, Abigail ducks her head back to the sketching. As it turns out, nothing puts Abigail in a good mood. It's not Faye, at least, that much is clear, Abigail is just not naturally a happy, good mood person.

After a while, she queries: "Have you met the other Hales yet?"