You Might Not Believe In Me

Who: Gabriel and Anais
What: Commiserating with a co-worker over drinks
When: Evening
Where: Canidae

London had been a disaster. Gabe was utterly convinced that no matter how long he spent moseying around the Earth, he’d never quite get used to just how cruel humans could be to one another. Evidently the old gypsy had been right about what he’d seen and there was nothing about his visions that could be avoided, there had been nothing the OSI could do to stop the riots that erupted. Gabe and Anais had left so quickly, they’d hurried across borders and tried everything in their power to identify the groups that were destined to clash, to find out how and when and where, to stop it… And they still hadn’t been able to. They’d run themselves ragged and still had to watch as humans and supernaturals alike collided with both themselves and one another. It was at the point that their mission had turned from one of prevention into one of containment. They were directed to, at any cost, keep all news about the ‘London incident’ from leaking out; at that, they’d managed to be successful, at least. Only the most vague whispers of something having happened had reached Amsterdam; Gabe had kept an ear to the ground just in case, just to make sure that he and his partner had done what they could. News of something like London would only to serve to spark the idea in other parts of the globe and there weren’t enough OSI agents to go around. Police and military alone weren’t quite capable of handling such large, supernatural-heavy incidents just yet and it was scary to think what could come of an inappropriately managed riot. It could end up so much worse than London had.

Once they’d returned to Amsterdam, sleep had been the main thing on Gabe’s mind since he’d foregone it for most of their time out of the country. He’d taken a couple of days to relax, to recoup, then promptly invited his partner to meet him for beverages where ever she wanted. That’s what co-workers did, right? They commiserated over some horrible aspect of their job, usually over alcohol. The stuff might not have been capable of having much of an affect on a seraph, but that didn’t mean Gabe didn’t enjoy it just the same. He’d heard about Canidae but had never been – then again, working for the OSI in the unofficial supernatural capital of the world didn’t leave you a lot of time for socializing. So tonight was the rare chance to just out and be amongst his own kind, even if they weren’t his own race, to relax and get to know a bit more about his new partner in a non-occupational setting.

There was already a line outside the bar by the time he arrived and Gabe had no problem waiting patiently, I.D. in hand for the doorman when he finally reached him. Even dressed in one of his suits for work, he was aware that he barely looked the legal drinking age in most countries, let alone his actual age, so it was no surprise when he was continually carded. Tucking his wallet back into his back pocket, Gabe stepped inside the bar, letting his gaze sweep over the sizeable crowd gathered inside. An earlier text from Anais had informed him she’d be waiting at the bar for his arrival and, sure enough, he could see her towards the end, a fresh drink sitting in front of her. He set off to weave his way through the mass of bodies, emerging to lower himself onto a stool at her side, “Hey.” Flashing a lightly dimpled smile, he turned to the bartender for a minute to place his order, “Gin and tonic, please. Top shelf.” If he was going to drink and not be able to get drunk, he at least wanted to do it on quality alcohol. “Have you recovered from the trip yet?” Gabe inquired after a moment, adjusting his glasses as he glanced her direction. He wasn’t over what he’d seen, he probably never would be, but rest had left him feeling a bit more like himself.

Who: Alyx and Jason
What: Hiring staff for Canidae….errr….a reunion?
When: Afternoon
Where: Canidae

Fucking bastards ‘outing’ supernaturals really jacked up scheduling your staff, ok? It was hard enough to get people to show up to work at a bar when they were practically perpetually hung over, but now they had to worry about family and friends finding out that they were a were on top of that – not to mention doing their best to avoid those creepy ass human groups out to skin them alive. Basically, it was putting a major cramp in Alyx’s style and she didn’t fucking appreciate it, alright? Finding out about the supernatural communities springing up all over the web was like a frigging miracle since at least there she could post want ads to her little heart’s content and know that (most likely) the only people seeing them would actually be the ones she wanted to get in Canidae’s doors. She’d had a few hits so far, told a few of the responders to just drop by the club when they had a few minutes and she’d be happy to talk to them about what she needed, what she expected. She could cover the bar shifts, that wasn’t an issue, but she definitely needed some security guards and soon. Everyone was way too antsy lately and you could never have too many muscles around to make sure they stayed in line.

It was just passed noon when she pushed her way through the doors of the bar, the staff scheduled for the day already hard at work getting the place ready to open that night. They’d been drawing bigger and bigger crowds – which had to be the one upside of people knowing they existed now – apparently supernaturals really did crave a place to be with others like them. Of course, that wasn’t accounting for those little hanger-on humans that just wanted to be able to say they got a good fuck from a freak. Alyx tried her best to weed out the stalkers, but you couldn’t always get them at first glance….or smell. “Joey, my love,” she teased, pushing her sunglasses up to rest atop her short dark hair as she paused to lean against the bar; the were behind it was a jag that he been with her for about two years now, just big enough and burly enough to keep assholes in line, nice enough to charm the panties off most the ladies, “I know you’re going to fix me a featured drink for tonight that is going to be fucking hardcore.” If the place wasn’t known for its fucking slick atmosphere or its amazing live music, then it was going to earn some street cred for the talent behind the bar. “No problem. I’ll work my magic.” The amount of bottles that started coming off the back shelf then was just a little worrying, but he’d never failed her before so it was just best to let him be.

Alyx stopped long enough to check in with what few employees were on site this early before she headed back to office to take care of whatever boring shit waited for her there. Invoices probably – woop de doo. Throwing herself back into her chair, she lifted the stack of them waiting and kicked her boots up to rest on the edge of her desk and set to coding. Wasn’t this just the fucking life? All rock and roll glamour, right here. She’d nearly made it through the pile when there was a knock on the door, “Hey Al. Guy’s here to see you about a security job. He’s waiting in the bar.” An interruption couldn’t have come at a better time – her brain was starting to feel like it was going to melt and slide out her damn ear. “I’ll be right out.” She pushed up from her chair, taking a moment to pull her lean frame into a full-body stretch and then set off for the heart of Canidae to meet her latest victim…er…potential employee.