Taking one down Who: Jon and K-lee Where: Whichever bar stayed open When: Late evening
Jon wasn't a heavy drinker. Jon actually didn't really like drinking. Drinking was usually what led to him crying into his pillow over his parents even though he insisted at all times when sober that he didn't care about them. He did miss his sister and the comfort of the coven from time to time; alcohol just let that longing come to the surface. But today he figured that he'd earned that beer (or three) since he'd been at work covering all the reports about demons, angels, fae... everything and anything that you'd expect. Who'd have known that coming to work in this formerly sleepy little town would actually give him some pretty interesting times? Half-pint was going to be whining when he got home late but she'd get over it. Better than he'd get over not having his coven. Right then, with all that was happening and reports of as many witches working together as had, he wanted to be part of one. But where were the people who'd work together with black magic and not mind that you were more skilled with white since you'd been raised that way?
Jon hadn't managed to find any of them just yet.
And tonight, apparently, he was looking rather hard for them at the bottom of the probably not as clean as it should be mug that his second beer had come in. He'd told himself he'd only have one, but beer were like potato chips. If you were in a bar setting where everyone was drinking then you couldn't have just one. Various people were talking in hushed whispers about what they'd seen. One person was claiming that they'd seen a completely regular looking person talking with a fucked up looking demon. Normal except for the horns sprouting out of his head. Jon shuddered at the thought and turned his attention back to nursing his beer. He'd seen pictures but there hadn't been any field reporting he'd needed to do. He'd lucked out with sticking in the station that day. Tomorrow would be a different story, but tomorrow wasn't here yet. And besides, he'd be hungover if he kept up this way and it'd be a lot harder to be bothered about anything unless it happened to be bright lights and loud noises.