[Small diner-style booths at the side of the club can fit up to six people per table.]

::Paige walks over with Kaden, Isobel and Tatum, still smiling.::

"Here y'go."

"Thanks, sorry about that. Didn't mean to be a pain or anything."

::He smiles at Paige and then continues to talk to Tatum as he takes a seat.::

"I'm acually brand new here, so, nope, haven't been here before."

::Paige smiles and turns back to the bar, seeing Leo and being reminded of their little conversation. She takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, walking over to the bar.::

::Begins to feel shy with all the people around.::

(I doooonnnnnttttttt like this!)

::Sits in corner of booth and keeps mouth shut.::

::Tatum nods as she takes another sip of her drink. The music thrumming around them is really good, causing her to start bopping her head to the beat.::

"Well, this certainly looks like a lively place. And there's this restaurant nearby, called Quake. Have you ever been there? They have great subs."

::Noticing how quiet Isobel is, she turns to the girl and smiles warmly.::

"Hey, you're kinda quiet. You okay?"

::Kaden shakes his head once more.::

"Nope, never been anywhere in this place. Only here and the apartment complex. Oh, and the forest. It was pretty amazing."

::Nods and gives a glance to Isobel, smiling.::

::Tatum freezes up at hearing Kaden's mention of the forest. Trying to appear nonchalant, she stirs her drink and takes another sip before oh-so-casually inquiring about it.::

"Really? The forest? Yeah, I've been there too. Very recently, in fact. The architecture of the tombstones in the cemetary near there is really great, isn't it? Pity there's a gross little swamp after all that."

"Telling this to the guy who fell face first into it."

::Laughs.::

"Very enjoyable."

"Yeah and that clearing is amazing."

::Smiles.::

"Pity there are two gross little brats in there..."

::Tatum's head snaps around immediately at the mention of 'two gross little brats'. Frowning, she pressed Isobel for information without seeming too suspicious.::

"Really, two brats? You met them too, did you? Well, these 'two brats' didn't happen to be in a little log cabin in the middle of the swamp, were they?"

(If Kaden and Isobel saw them too, I wonder if they tried to kill them as well. Or if it was only me they took a disliking to.)

"No, they were in the clearing of the forest..."

::Kaden butts in, knowing he and Isobel met the same girls.::

"Two girls, massive eyes and trampy. That kind."

::Nods.::

"Why? Who do you mean? There was no one in any log cabin when I was at the swamp."

(Unless there was another log cabin. Meh.)

::Tatum shakes her head.::

“No, sorry. That’s not the people I saw. At least, I don't think they were girls. And they certainly weren't butting heads. I came across these two...well, you're gonna think this sounds really wild, but creatures. I don't know how else to describe them. But yeah, one had this big, broadsword in his hand. The other thing was tiny and pixish. The guy with the sword actually tried to chop off my head, or something."

::Taking a big gulp of her drink, slightly shaking at the memory of the encounter with Link and Navi still, Tatum pauses. She scans Kaden and Isobel's faces for signs of astonishment, disbelief, anything.::

(I sure hope they don't think I'm insane or anything, now that I've told them this. I probably shouldn't have.)

"I know all that was probably the strangest thing you've ever heard, but this place really seems to have some weird people around here."

(Murderous, raving lunatics even. Oh, why did I move here again?)

::He stares at her for a second.::

(Crazy?)

"Erm."

(A pixie and a guy with a sword? What? Mind you... if magic is real.)

::Shrugs and looks at Isobel.::

::Tatum shrugs, trying to seem as casual as possible.::

(Oh great, he probably thinks I'm nuts now. Great going, Tate! You shouldn't have told them anything!)

"I don't know what their problem was. Insane psychopaths, maybe. But the thing is, they tried to kill me, for no good reason that I can think of."

::She sighs and gulps down the rest of her drink.::

"It's seriously been a long, trying day!"

::Smiles.::

(Tried to kill her? Why?)

::Takes a sip of his drink.::

(Why's Isobel so quiet? What's her story? What's this one's story? Why aren't I saying anything?)

::Tatum smiles as charmingly as possible, and tries to change the subject. At least, she attempts to shift the attention off of herself. She clears her throat.::

"So, uh, Kaden ... tell me about these two girls you and Isobel saw."

::She turns to Isobel, wondering why the other girl is so quiet all of a sudden.::

"I got that right, didn't I? You were there as well, weren't you?"

"No, same girls, dirrent times. They were just... odd."

::Growing slightly restless, he finishes his drink.::

"Well, I think i'm going to go do something. Sitting here, although fun, isn't conducive to getting out and about."

::He stands.::

"I need to take a look around this place, make myself at home."

::He shakes Isobel's and Tatum's hands.::

"Thanks for the company. I hope i'll see you soon. I'm in CW Apartments if you ever need me for anything."

::With one last smile and a wave, he heads to the bar.::

::Tatum watches Kaden walk away, towards the bar.::

(Great, I bet he does think I'm nuts. Well, at least he was very nice about it. But he's right. I'm not getting anything done by sitting around here on my ass. Maybe I should take a little look around too.)

::Smiling, Tatum gets up to leave.::

"Hey, I'm gonna take off too. Hope you don't mind. I hope I'll see you around, Isobel. It was very nice meeting you."

::With a cheery wave, Tatum turns and heads off across the front entrance.::

::Isobel heads back to the bar.::

:: Seeing no Andrea in any of the booths she walks to the reserved table ::

::Ands slumps into an empty booth and puts her drink on the table, sighing quietly and people-watching for a second. She sees people she recognises, not least Petunius which makes her look away and stare at the table. Thankfully she didn't see Moony, because she'd probably freak the fuck out.::

:: Poor Andrea. Caroline seems to have a homing beacon because she marches straight up to her little sister. She quickly smacks the drumsticks against the booth, *this* much from Andrea's head.::

"Where's Sharon?"

:: She speaks in clipped, commanding tones.::

::Andrea shrieks and jumps at the sudden impact of the drumsticks, and so close to her precious head. She bangs her knees on the table and spills her drink.::

"Caroline! Fuck!"

::Quickly, she picks it up and gets a convenient tissue to mop up what liquid spilled.::

"Don't sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack."

"So? Where's Sharon?"

:: Caroline begins tapping the drumsticks to a rhythem off of the booth.::

::Frowning, and totally confused, Andrea looks around.::

"I... don't know? I haven't seen her for hours."

:: Caroline shoves herself into the booth next to Andrea, pushing her sister along the seat as she does. She leans in close, pointing a drumstick at Andrea's eye like a torch.::

"Are you sure, Andrea? It would just be like you lesbians to be in league with one another."

::Andrea scooches as far away from Caroline as possible, pressing into the wall. She goes all cross-eyed at the drumstick, getting increasingly worried that it's going to end up embedded in her skull somewhere.::

"What are you talking about? She's not gay. And I haven't seen her!"

(Leave?)

:: Caroline follows Andrea, kneeling on the booth now, leaning right over her sister with the drumstick very close to her.::

"It would explain her sticking up for you all the time. That and she kissed me. Lesbian."

"She kissed you?"

(...)

"Well, I'm sure it was a sisterly thing. You know. She's really not gay."

::Andrea suddenly ducks under the table and resurfaces on the other side, feeling better now that she has a large desk between herself and her sister.::

::Caroline spins and leands across the table, she's still pointing a drumstick accusingly at Andrea.::

"It wasn't. She made me lesbian, with big lesbian powers like the two of you."

::Andrea silently mouths the word 'lesbian?', not getting it at all.::

"What are you talking about?"

::She moves a hand and pushes the drumstick so it's not pointing at her any more.::

:: Caroline bats at Andrea's hand with the drumstick. Do that again and it'll probably be going elsewhere.::

"I can do... things. And I blame Sharon. And you."

::Wincing, Andrea frowns and holds onto her hand.::

"What do you mean? What kind of things?"

"Things!"

:: Caroline stares wildy at Andrea, the lights flicker for a second.::

::Doesn't notice.::

"Okay, okay, calm down."

::Andrea eyes the drumsticks uneasily.::

"Caroline... is there something you want to tell me?"

:: Caroline frowns. She has no idea what Andrea is talking about.::

"No. I came here to find Sharon."

"Ah. Well, in that case, you can go. She's not here."

::Tight smile.::

"Bye now!"

:: Caroline doesn't make a move to leave. Instead she sits herself on top of the table and looks around.::

"Is this a lesbian club?"

::Sighs.::

"Yes. And if you stay here much longer, you'll turn into one, and we'll have to beat it out of you too."

:: Caroline's nostrils flare.::

"I can do that myself."

:: She smacks herself with a drumstick and smiles strangely at Andrea.::

"See?"