Who: Alyssa, Freya, Rebekah What: dance party! Where: Bex’s and Alyssa’s house When: early May Warnings: low Status: completed via g-doc
Alyssa had decided, earlier in the day, that she needed a dance party after the disaster she called April. Sure, everything worked out with Damien, but that didn’t mean the blonde didn’t still need some recovery time after the week and a half after she’d told him she loved him. And the dance party should include Rebekah, obviously, and Freya if she wanted. The Netherling liked Freya quite a bit, but she hadn’t spent a lot of time with Bex’s older sister and wanted to change this.
So, after telling Josh to take Marcel out for drinks, and Kaz that he should go spend time with people his own age (although she knew he probably headed for the casino), she’d made a quick run to the liquor store. Yes, the house had about ten bottles of various bourbons, but she wanted to make some fun cocktails. She’s remembered to text Damien and inform him she needed a night with Bex and Freya.
Which is how she found herself rather breathless a few hours later, after about an hour straight of dancing. “Who wants drinks and what drinks? Obviously I have bourbon, but I bought ingredients to make Red Queen and Chessie Cat shots.” Alyssa asked the two other blondes.
After a wonderful trip with Marcel to Argentina, Rebekah was in need of some time with her two favorite women in all the world. When Alyssa suggested a dance party at their place, Rebekah was all for it. It would be a great way to unwind and just spend some quality time together. Plus, it was good for Alyssa and Freya to spend more time together given how Rebekah and Kol both view Alyssa like family now.
Even if it was only at their place, Rebekah still made sure to dress to the nines in a comfortable, but stylish dress and heels. Her blond hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls and wore light makeup with just a hint of lipstick. Once Freya arrived and the three had a round of dancing, they gathered in the kitchen for much needed refreshments. Rebekah was obviously always up for a good bourbon, but the shots Alyssa offered sounded fascinating.
“I say we do a round of shots to get us started,” Rebekah replied, looking between the other two women. “I’m up for trying something different.”
Despite being surrounded by her siblings, Freya missed her wife and son a little more each day. She had yet to really settle into Madison Valley this time around as a result, and hadn’t really made any deep connections or close ties the way some of the others in her family had. One of those ties was, apparently, Alyssa. Freya knew very little about the woman herself, and was still unclear as to how her brothers and sister had grown close enough to call the woman a sister as well, but she was willing to spend time with her.
It was just hard to be too enthusiastic when Keelin wasn’t there.
So when the invitation came to spend an evening with Rebekah and Alyssa, she had agreed, if only to try and get out of her own mind for a few hours. Now, she had spent a good amount of the past hour dancing to songs she barely knew and was already pleasantly buzzed when they seemed to be taking a break for a few minutes. Giving a shrug, the eldest Mikaelson leaned against the kitchen counter and stretched out her legs in a partial yoga pose.
“Sure, something different sounds good,” she agreed with a smile for Bex before looking over at Alyssa. She was beginning to like the woman, sure but she’d yet to be won over completely.
Alyssa wished she had a spare wish for Freya, so maybe the ache hurt a little less. To the outside it probably seemed like Alyssa didn’t miss her husband or children, especially her husband. The husband who was the Alpha and Omega to both her heart and her pain. But the wish Alyssa used to not miss her family seemed to…work too well in regards to Morpheus. Sometimes all she felt towards the boy who’d known her forever? Indifference, pain, anger. The blonde could only remember the bad mostly.
But, her daughter and son? Alyssa actively tried to not think about them. Damien, Kol, and Rebekah helped. The boys helped. Her art and physical pain from skateboarding accidents helped. They always remained right on the edge of her brain and in her heart.
Like Bex, Alyssa made sure she looked stylish, although as per usual her stylish had more goth overtones to it.
Her wings fluttered behind Alyssa while she poured out the ingredients for the shots. “This is where Muse would ask me why a shot for Chessie looks pink. And not orange,” she mentioned, a bit quieter than usual as she stared at nothing in particular for a few seconds. A shake of her head and Alyssa returned to the moment. Losing a second here or there happened more often, but sadly she couldn’t control it after using her powers as she did. “But I haven’t made a good orange Chessie shot yet,” she said with a laugh.
Once made, the Red Queen passed the two shots to Rebekah and Freya. She...didn’t plan on being anyone but herself, and hopefully Freya liked her, but she didn’t want to stress about it. After all, Klaus only kind of tolerated Alyssa. “To sisters and new friends.”
Rebekah knew Freya missed her family. She wished Keelin and baby Nik would show up everyday for her sister. Freya deserved happiness as much as Rebekah, maybe even more so than her younger sister. It bothered Rebekah that she had Marcel and nearly the entire family, but Freya did not have the two people in the world she cared for potentially most of all. It wasn’t fair and Rebekah hated it.
When Freya agreed to trying something different and smiled at her, Rebekah returned it. She was happy to have her sister with her and here tonight. It would be good for Freya to have a distraction and she seemed to be enjoying herself for the most part. That was what mattered the most to Rebekah. She wanted her sister to be happy or as happy as she possibly could be given the situation.
Alyssa started to mix the shots. When she mentioned her son and then said nothing for a few moments, staring off into space, Rebekah’s smile wavered. She walked over and placed a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Are you alright, love?” She asked gently. Rebekah had noticed such a reaction. It happened more frequently now and it did worry Rebekah. However, Alyssa seemed to snap out of it pretty quickly and was laughing once more. Relief washed over Rebekah as the sound.
“Perhaps we can figure out a way to make it orange,” Rebekah offered as she accepted the shot from Alyssa. The other blond offered up a toast and Rebekah raised her glass.
“To sisters and new friends,” she repeated, giving a smile to Freya and Alyssa.
Freya empathized strongly with how Alyssa was feeling, but she let Rebekah do the comforting since she knew the other woman better, giving them a moment before she, too, walked over..
Picking up her own shot, Freya pushed aside her sadness and longing and mustered herself for the other two. “I think I can help with the orange shots,” she said, and lifted her free hand as she murmured something quietly. Magically, all three of their drinks changed from pink to orange, and she leaned over to clink her glass lightly against the others before lifting it up.
“To sisters and new friends,” she said as well, then drank hers down.
Alyssa smiled at Rebekah. She knew her losing grip on reality in snippets here and there concerned Rebekah and she hated to worry the other blonde. But, she’d lose more if it meant protecting the people she loved in this place. Thankfully, Kol hadn’t attempted to kill Damien again, so at least she hadn’t needed to go Mother Nature on the pair.
The Netherling watched as the shots changed orange and took hers, happy it looked like Chessie. As powerful as she was, she couldn’t change shot colours. “Thank you, Freya. I love oranges, but I’ve never been wild about orange flavoured things, including alcohol.” She wrapped an arm around Freya’s waist and gave a squeeze of comfort before letting go of Rebekah’s older sister. Alyssa loved deeply and with the type of abandon of one who hadn’t been hurt, and not just romantically. Okay, yes, technically her heart literally split in two, but it had happened because two people loved her so absolutely. But, she loved Bex like an older sister and could tell she’d come to care for Freya.
She set down her shot glass and couldn’t help but laugh when Chessie appeared and booped Freya’s nose, before settling on his current favourite napping spot: Bex’s left shoulder. “You missed out on the shots in honour of you, Chess. Freya this is my companion, Chessie. Chessie, this is Rebekah’s sister Freya.” Chessie’s grin grew wider and his wings fluttered in greeting.
When Freya used magic to change the shots to orange, Rebekah smiled. She reached out and gently squeezed her sister’s arm gently. Freya knew a spell for everything; the other blond was a very accomplished witch after all. She was pleased to see that Alyssa seemed to appreciate the gesture too and that it seemed to lift her spirits. Yes, Rebekah knew there was nothing she could do about Alyssa’s lapses, but it didn’t stop her from being concerned nevertheless.
More importantly, it made Rebekah happy to see that Alyssa and Freya were getting along. After downing her shot, she set the empty glass on the table. Before she could say anything, Chessie appeared and booped Freya on the nose. The blond hoped Freya would be okay with it. It took time to get used to Chessie popping in and out. Rebekah allowed Alyssa to do the introductions as Chessie settled on her shoulder.
“He tends to pop in whenever he likes, “ Rebekah added, giving Chessie a smile before turning back to her sister. “But he’s friendly.” If not a little bit mischievous on occasion.
Living in snatches for a thousand years at the knee of the one of the greatest witches who’d ever existed had taught Freya a lot, but in the years since she’d no longer been attached to their Aunt Dahlia, Freya had learned even more. Most of it was a mix of her own study and things she’d learned from New Orleans witches, Vincent in particular. As a result, she could quite easily change the color (or even type) of a drink.
Jumping slightly at the sudden appearance of the cat, Freya drew back a bit, then blinked a few times and reached for a bottle to refill her glass and drink before responding.
“A little warning next time would be nice,” she said wryly, though obviously not angry. “Nice to meet you, Chessie.”
Alyssa sighed and looked at Chessie. “Sorry, Freya. I keep explaining that people don’t like unexpected nose boops. Or unexpected appearances.” Chessie looked at Alyssa, the picture of pure innocence. “Chessie, you should go and bother Bran. Or Damien. Keep them on their toes.” Honestly, Chessie stealing random things from Bran and leaving them with Damien kept Alyssa entertained. He gave one last wave and vanished.
She groaned. “I’m just glad I’ve weaned him off stealing things from most everyone; Bran being the rare exception.” The blonde poured herself another drink. In a way to get to know Freya better, the Red Queen asked, “What type of magic do you enjoy performing the most? Or, is that an okay question to ask?”
“He doesn’t have the best manners,” Rebekah added quickly. She reached out and wrapped a protective arm around Freya’s shoulder. She gave her sister a light squeeze before releasing her. “I’m sorry he startled you.” The last thing Rebekah wanted was for Chessie to startle Freya. She knew Alyssa felt the same and clearly expressed as much in her apology. Unfortunately, Chessie was a bit of a rebel and troublemaker. He tended to like to dance to the beat of his own drum.
The blond busied herself with pouring another drink while she waited for Freya to answer Alyssa’s question. It could be seen as rather personal and Rebekah wasn’t sure if Freya would feel comfortable enough answering it.
“It’s fine to ask. I don’t really differentiate between types of magic myself, but I do like creating things, and making charms. I also like pestering my siblings with notes in their pockets,” she added with a smile towards Rebekah since it was a spell she’d regularly used on her sister, and their brothers, when she needed to get in touch with them.
Alyssa listened and laughed. “Manners don’t matter so much at home,” she commented. “I do apologize, though. He means well…ish.” Chessie would never cease being his chaotic self, but he loved deeply too.
“That must be a good way to communicate,” Alyssa said with a grin. “Although, I doubt they see it as pestoring?” She didn’t know, though, hence the question.
“That’s a good way to put it.” She knew Chessie could be mischievous; it was in his nature. However, Alyssa was right; for the most part, the Netherling meant well and she doubted he had any kind of malicious intent when he decided to boop Freya on the nose.
Rebekah returned her sister’s look and chuckled. “I don’t see it as such, but I can not speak for our darling brothers.” Though somehow she didn’t see Kol minding as much; if anything he could appreciate the magical gesture in a way that the rest of his siblings, sans Freya, couldn’t.
“It’s fine.” Just one of the many things she had to get used to.
Freya grinned a little. “There was a little bit of grumpiness when I went overboard, but usually that was only because we had an emergent situation.” Though she didn’t really want to think about all that just now, and the years all the siblings had to be apart while Hope was at school, else risk the world ending.
“Anyway, I think it’s time for another round of shots, then we should get back to dancing.”
Alyssa poured the trio tequila shots this time and passed them to the other two. “Here’s to those who wish us well and all the rest can go to hell.” She swallowed hers. “Back to dancing!”