BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Isabella and Bethany
Where: The Basement of Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Directly after this scene. Monday Morning, Nov. 30th

( Shy? Tick. Capable? Hrmh. To be determined. )

Who: Jaide and Damien
Where: Damien's House
When: Sunday Evening - December 6

The earlier part of the evening had gone somewhat well during dinner. Jaide had met Mac, though the girl did very little talking through out the meal and only when Damien tried coaxing her into conversation. Mac was still withdrawn around strangers, even with Jaide being someone her cousin seemed to trust, and had a hard time opening up around the blonde. Once she got more comfortable around Jaide her true nature would most likely start to show through. Be more like her old self back before Wolfram and Hart had gotten their hands on her.

"I can understand your worry and concern." Jaide stated to Damien after Mac left the kitchen table and the blonde got up to start clearing it off. If Mac had been her cousin she most definitely would be majorly concerned about the girl and want to keep quite the close eye on her.

"She's... been through a lot. I'm only now beginning to understand some of it. She's got some very strange and wonderful abilities, ones that they want to corrupt, sully... pervert." Wow... just saying it was making him mad again. He was actually struggling not to
shake. If there were a W&H employee right here? Yeah. The ass-kicking would surely commence. "She deserved better than what she's had to endure."

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Who: Isabella and Paige
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, Dec. 4th

( No, really )

Who: Isabella and Meeghan
Where: Club L.A.
When: Saturday Evening, Dec. 5th (around 11pm?)

Much like last week Isabella found herself at Club L.A., although a little earlier in the evening and well healed from her bruised ribs. She had full range of movement and it no longer hurt to ... do the basic things. She didn't realise how much she stretched until she tried to do it every morning. How annoying. She puffed out a sigh as she made her way inside, remarkably finding a free stool at the bar to plop down on. She ordered a beer and swiveled in her seat to take a look at the crowd. She was a chronic people watcher.

She was wearing her favourite steel-capped army boots, tight-fitting dark blue jeans with a studded belt, and a white singlet top with a tattered black leather jacket. She loved her leather jackets, and if it were feasible, she'd wear one on every occasion. She paid for and accepted her beer, and then took a nice long swig from it. It was the simple pleasures in life, after all. She smiled a little to herself as her eyes finally found Meeghan on the stage. Well, she said she'd see her sometime. What better time than now?

Meeghan, on stage wearing a black and white striped top with a pair of black holy leggings, had just finished the final song in the band's last long set when those brown eyes of hers captured Isabella as the woman sat at the bar in Club L.A. They had been going strong for the past hour with some original songs written by various band members and some hard rock, heavy metal tunes that were on the top twenty lists. With a telling to the masses that they were taking a brief break and would return to the stage soon to continue rocking the house the group stepped down from the stage to all congregate together at a couple booths, well that was all except for Meeghan. She had other things in mind to while away the time on her break and separated from the group to head on over toward her distraction.

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