Who: Luther and Joanie What: Making a fort, realizing the Full Moon is a Fail Moon, and promptly getting drunk. (You know. Bro stuff.) Where: 703 and the Fort of Dreams When: June 26th at 6 PM Warnings: Drunk texting, drunk thinking, drunk rolling around, drunk drinking. EDIT: And now Joanie has a pink cat. So warning for animal experimentation?
Saying that Joanie was nervous would have been an understatement. She had managed to convince herself somehow that this Full Moon would be no big deal. After all, it was just Luther, and he was her friend. Except her friend turned into Javert, and Joanie knew full well that she was not one of Javert's favorite people. But despite all that, she was able to delude herself into thinking it was all fine.
And then Sam had to break out the Clue-by-Four and hit her with it.
Though she protested the notion that Luther would hurt her, Joanie knew that Sam was right about Javert. He didn't just hate witches. He loathed them. They were, to him, criminals. And no criminal escaped Javert, unless your name was Valjean and you had a Special Pass bestowed upon you by the Prince of Darkness. Joanie got no such pass, which meant that any time she spent with Javert was just time spent waiting for her eventual arrest or worse. So she had to be ready.
She felt underhanded as she hid the Taser between the couch and the wall, just out of sight. But Luther himself had once said that Javert knew what he knew. If she told him what she was doing, Javert would know. So she tried to ignore the sleazy guilt as she slid an elastic holster she had created over her right calf, slipping a knife firmly in the sheath. She had also set up random little bowls in the apartment, filling them with cotton balls to give herself materials to work with should she need to. Luther would probably notice them, but knowing that she could perform magic wouldn't give Javert any way to prevent her from doing it.
The fridge was stocked with beer, some from the store and some home-made. She had yet to tell Luther about this newly acquired skill, and planned on showing him before he turned into Constable Cockbite. It was a neat party trick, and her beer was starting to taste pretty good. And it might keep both their minds off the inevitable difficulty of the approaching night.
A knock sounded at the door, though she knew who it was. Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head and leaned into the living room from where she was in the kitchen. "Door's open!" she shouted. "Come in!" Yes, there was nothing formal about this. As the door swung open, Joanie got two glasses from the cabinet, setting them down as she went to get a pitcher of cold water from the fridge. This was going to be fun.