Re: Ruby and Logan
Logan laughed, he couldn't help himself. Dodging trauma in Point Pleasant was a difficult thing to do, but he felt like he'd been pretty successful. It was the people around him that kept getting fucked up. He didn't know why he hadn't had any huge traumatic event happen to him yet, but he was grateful that it hadn't. Still chuckling, he raised his cup to his lips and cocked a brow at Ruby. "No shit... hangover free? How'd they do that?" Christ, he was betting she was about to say witches, because who else could do that? "Was it good booze?"
“I thought it was good, but I’m not exactly a connoisseur,” Ruby grinned. “They used magic to make it, if you believe that. Some kind of voodoo. I’d say it’s a hoax, but so far it seems legit. Then again, I haven’t been drinking myself into a stupor lately, so maybe I’ve just been lucky.” At this point, she had to believe in magic. She’d seen it for herself, felt it rush around her and move through her, had been in a house where the doors kept changing, and so far was nightmare free. It freaked her out a little bit, but it made a believer out of her.
"Are there liquor connoisseurs?" Logan asked, amused. There probably was, but he didn't really know about all that fancy stuff. "I know there are wine people... but maybe you could be the first magic alcohol connoisseur." Hell, if there was hangover-free alcohol on the market, he'd be buying it for sure. Seemed like a good business opportunity for sure. "So if they used magic that means you were hanging out with witches?" He knew those people existed in this town, but he always felt like he was sort of on the outside of everything while the people he knew and cared about were thick in the middle of it all. It made him wonder if he had some kind of magical immunity.
“I’m not sure how much magical liquor is out there in the market, but if that was a job, I’d take it,” Ruby grinned. Drinking socially and getting paid for it would be a dream job, especially if there were no hangovers. Unfortunately, she got the impression that what she got at the O’Reillys was not buyable in stores. “Yeah, sounds kind of crazy, doesn’t it? I had a problem that they could help me with, but they’d already done something similar earlier that day and needed to wait until morning? I don’t really get how it works, but they let me stay over ‘cause I was safe there. They were surprisingly normal.” She might have guessed they were witches if she had to guess anyone, but it was evidence that could blend in. Anyone could be one. “Jasper’s actually the one who told me about them.”
"Man, I'd be there with you," Logan said, taking another drink from his cup. He didn't think he had so much to drink that he'd have a hangover, but he would get there if he didn't stop soon. And if he offered to take Ruby home, he ought to stop soon. "But it's not all that surprising that Jasper suggested them... dude knows everyone in this town... at least the helpful ones. He told me Reagan Kelly was a witch too... it's like, at this point I don't think I'd be surprised by anyone being one." He eyed Ruby, a grin playing at his lips. "You're not a witch, but... are you something? Or are you a boring human like me?"
“Shit, seriously?” Ruby said, eyes widening in surprise. “Reagan Kelly is, like, the opposite of these people. If she’s one, literally anyone could be one.” She felt like she’d just said that—or had she just thought it?—but it hadn’t really hit home until she had the O’Reillys and the Kellys to compare. She might have guessed the O’Reillys witches, but not Reagan, especially once she had Shayna Mae as a baseline. “Not a witch, but don’t you dare call me boring,” she grinned. “Maybe I’m a werewolf. Or a psychic. That could be cool. Ooooo, or an incubus. That would be fun.” She wanted to assume that none of those were real, but if witches were real and Jules could open the door to other dimensions, then anything was possible and she really, truly was a boring human.