There had to be something better than working in a 'magic' shop. The owner was a middle aged woman who thought she was a witch. A practitioner yes, but not a witch. Though Billie's know-how on the occult had easily landed her a job within the store, and it paid the bills. Having food, power and heat was something she and Christy needed, no matter how lame the job was. If she could get paid to fight demons, she would.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock the time crept by, slowly, ever so slowly as Billie watched the old grandfather clock on the wall of the empty store. Her head was in her hand as she leaned against the counter, and sigh of complete boredom escaping her lips. Just a few more minutes and she was free for the day. Not that the store wasn't handy, it actually did have quite a few things she could use as an actual witch. But nothing that was really keeping her entertained right now.
Her arm was starting to go numb from being held in place on the counter for so long by the time her boss came out from the back room to let her go. She hadn't even noticed, except for when she stood up and there was a slight pain in her arm. Cringing, Billi shook out her limb, and then went for her bags. "See you later, boss!" Billie called over her shoulder, before heading out of the shop, swinging her jacket on over her shoulder as she went.
She'd only gone a block or so when her path suddenly was no longer just mostly empty sidewalk, but had a man on it. A man laying on the ground, which probably meant an unconscious man. An unconscious man appearing in the street meant magic of some kind, or a seal. Closing the distance between them, Billie dropped down beside him, and her hands hovered over his body for a second, as if debating if she should move him.
Instead of touching him, she leaned over, speaking directly into his ear. "Hey!" she said quickly, one finger poking him very gently. "Wake up!" She couldn't get a good look at his face, but if he didn't respond soon she was just going to roll him over anyway, and then call Wyatt to get down here and heal him, if there actually was anything wrong with him, other than being out cold. "Rise and shine, city streets aren't a great place for nap time." Her eyes traveled down his body, and then her face became one of confusion. He was dressed...oddly. In fact, everything about him screamed odd. Which wasn't exactly anything new, but unless he was some kind of dress up freak, this could actually be a lot harder than she had anticipated.