we built this city on rock & roll Who: Reggie, Willow & Bess (NPC) Where: Funspot When: Early evening
"Hey!" Dazzling smile, check. Casual walk, check. Panther in tow, double check. "So... are you guys familiar-tolerant?" The guy behind the counter gave Willow a slightly odd look, but she was alright with that. She got a lot of odd looks for a variety of reasons. This one just happened to be entirely expected. "Familiar," she repeated, as though it was actually going to clarify anything, though she didn't know how to make it any clearer without describing something that sounded like it ought to have walked out of a Dr. Doolittle movie. Which, in her opinion, was kind of patronising -- both to her familiar and the... guy. She hadn't read his name badge. Her bad. She'd fix that in just a second. "That kind?" She crooked her finger until he leaned forward over the counter and then just pointed down towards the panther who was sat with her back to him, tail twitching while she surveyed the people around them. She seemed to be ignoring him until he tried to give Willow a 'no' for an answer. As the witch gave him a playful, but slightly sulky pout, Haze turned her head to fix the man with a stare. "Please?" 'I really don't understand why you are botheri--' Because you wanted to come with me and, in fairness, I told you this was where I was going. On the plus side, this little venture had already taught her that most buses and probably many taxi-cabs would not accept a panther as a passenger even if you did offer to pay them extra. The first cabbie she had asked had had a valid point though; Haze couldn't be strapped down properly and if they crashed and she was killed, that meant the probable end of Willow also -- which would suck -- and nothing good for him as a cabbie. So she was just going to guess that he was at least well acquainted with someone who was either a witch or elemental. Smiling again, she leaned her elbows on the counter. "An extra fifty for the panther?" Come on, she was an adorable, bouncy blonde. Who could say no? 'I can. I'm certain your sister and mother can think of people as well.' Precisely none of which counted and if Venus ever took sides with her familiar over her, she would sulk for forever. Anyway, she was kind of getting a kick out of this. More so when the guy-behind-the-counter -- Andy! His name was Andy. -- let them both through. Well, let Willow through and then wait for Haze to stop staring at him and follow. The problem with having a familiar who was one hundred percent as independent as yourself was that you tended to let them do their own thing. Or at least, that was what the blonde witch had found thus far.
Really what she wanted right now was a soda.
'You could have soda at home. I don't understand why you had to come here.' The panther had decided she was staying with her witch, out of a strange mistrust of their surroundings more than anything else. Her presence was drawing stares, true, but again Willow didn't care much about those and Haze only stared right back.
"I came for the roller rink," she explained cheerfully between ordering herself a cola with no ice because ice bugged her no end. It took up about two thirds of the cup or something ridiculous, and while she really wasn't cheap? She wasn't paying for half a drink. "That." Her free hand just pointed in the general direction she vaguely remembered the rink to be in, and she felt a tug of surprise from her familiar as she actually paid it attention.
'Why are they moving round so fast?' It didn't seem natural. 'How are they doing it?'
"They're on wheels. It's awesome!" She was beginning to sound a little over-excited, but she hadn't been to the rink for an age and a half and it was allowed. The staring was getting old, though. There was every chance she needed to stop talking out loud to her familiar. "Oh... shoot." She had an issue with swearing around kids. And that right there was what she classed as a kid. "Forgot to pay." The cashier-guy -- no name-tag, not her fault this time -- was only two steps away, but she still practically jogged them. It wasn't like she'd want him to get into trouble or a simple mistake.
'But you'll bribe that Andy to get me in.' It wasn't the same thing.