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1st Bite [Action/Video]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

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[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[ despite buffy's life being one unending ravel of suckage, she conjures up a thin smile for the familiar face she assumes -- at a distance -- to be her very dear friend. possibly even approaching best friend territory, with willow absent once again.

but buffy finds that's a scary thought and so she maintains distance. calling across the bar: ] Can I get you anything, hun?

[ she doesn't get close enough to notice any differences. ]

[Amelia’s pretty used to seeing Jilly looking like a mess, although it’s usually because she’s half-covered in paint. But she’d been by the woman’s house earlier, seen and been subjected to the leaves, so the dirt isn’t much of a shock.

What is? That bottle of whiskey. With very rare exception Jilly doesn’t drink, and Amelia’s seen her attempt at downing hard stuff before. Not pretty. Something is clearly wrong, so without preamble Amelia drops down into a chair across from who she thinks is Jilly Coppercorn.]

What’s going on?

[With the tangled dark hair and muddy feet, Geordie easily mistakes the woman sitting at the bar for his best friend. A best friend who probably had a second encounter with a pile of leaves today. After all, she had stopped by earlier, while he had been at home tuning his fiddle strings, and suggested they go out tonight.

Good Spirits for good spirits. The thought had made him chuckle.

There's little hesitation then as he makes straight for where Raylene's sitting and slips into the seat next to her, more preoccupied with getting himself a beer than paying close attention to the woman.] Sorry I'm late.

[Raylene is a completely different animal and it should be easy to spot in the quick twist of her head and the glare she carries. It's all a bit too sharp and practiced for the ease with which Jilly moves.

Not to mention she's well on her way to being completely smashed. Still, she has enough sense to respond.]

Sorry, bud. Not the right girl.

[She thinks that, if she were working, she'd put her hand on his leg and squeeze. Try to get on his good side. Flash him a bit of cleavage. Be completely obtuse about it.]

[Raylene shakes the bottle of whiskey in the air a few times before grimacing.]

Thanks. Got what I want.

[The thick accent is miles away from what Jilly uses, and just saying it makes her pour another shot for herself. And she coughs when she downs it, so unused to alcohol. She could handle beer and cheap shit fairly well but this stuff burns and it's starting to feel good.]

....Oh my God, do you have a cold or something?

[ the coughing -- sure, that could be explained by the drink. but the voice? the barmaid frowns from across the distance. ] You should get home. Wrap up.

[Raylene convinces herself that she doesn't flinch when Amelia sits across from her. She's uneasy with people in close quarters - always had
been when she wasn't running a con. She scoffs when Amelia asks the question and just responds as she normally would.]

Non'a your business.

Edited 2012-11-09 21:12 (UTC)

What?

[Okay, that gets her attention and she watches Buffy with the most confused look on her face. ]

[ in one fluid, strong action, buffy vaults over her bar and approaches the occupied table. ]

Jilly, I--

[ wait. she squints. ] I thought...uhm, you look...

Oh, crap. Is there a Shift happening? [ or had she been kidnapped? because of the new feather dress and the wings aren't right and... ]

Unless you're not you. And you are, in fact, someone else...

[ and now that the blonde is closer, she can see the differences. but they only serve to make the similarities more pronounced. ]

[He realizes his mistake the moment she turns. The features are incredibly similar. It's remarkable really. But the face just isn't quite right. The movements are different. And the voice.

Geordie blinks for a moment, trying to place the accent, before smiling a little sheepishly. The darker wings and that dress should have made his mistake obvious, even before the woman replied.]

Sorry about that. [The beer comes and he takes a quick drink before continuing.] New here?

[She can't hide the surprise at Buffy leaping over the bar and jerks hard back into the wood of her chair.]

Jesus-- [She swallows, eyes never leaving the other woman and gets her bearings again. Like she told Pinky when they were young: just act stupid and charming, cops get real bored with you thataway. So she tries to be as vapid as she can manage in this state but there was too much that had happened today and the usual veneer has plenty of cracks in it.]

You sure you ain't been samplin' the merchandise?

Hate the stuff.

[ her tone is distracted. barely present. she's too busy examining the young woman. ] Alright. I'll bite. Who are you supposed to be?

[She narrows her eyes at the man, sizing him up for a moment before going back to her whiskey while he goes to his beer.]

Guess so. Ain' so sure I'll be stayin' long though. [Just until I wake up.]

You an' me both.

[It certainly explains the grimace shes wearing. But this is the easiest way to just forget about today. Hopefully. She doesn't know if she can forget burying her sister yet.

An involuntary shudder runs through her wings and she looks plenty confused at Buffy's question. Just like she should.]

Whaddya mean by that?

[If anything, the look makes him feel even more sheepish. By the look of that whiskey bottle, maybe she just wanted to be left alone. But drowning your sorrows never helped anyone.

He flashes her a sympathetic grin.] That's what I hoped, too.

Your name?

[ buffy still thinks this might be a shifted jilly. so -- caution is warranted. ]

[The flinch that may or may not have happened just falls in line with the idea that this isn't right. What cements it though? That accent. It doesn't sound a thing like Jilly, despite the owner practically having her face.]

What the--Jilly? [Amelia leaned forward, getting a better look. She lets out a sigh once it clicks, leaning back in the chair.]

Sorry. You look like a friend of mine.

....You didn't wake up?

[Because that's the first thing she thinks, of course. That this is the dreamlands she knows and all she has to do is just pass the time until she wakes up and that'll be that.]

Great.

[She reasoned that out after she buried her sister of course. Ideally she wonders if Jilly will wake up or not. Would she ever come here again when she dreamed? Would she even dream again? Too many questions so another shot of whiskey gets tossed back and she nearly gags on it.]

[She knows Jilly. The flash of panic is mixed in with plain confusion and Raylene pours herself another shot.

Don't let her know.]

S'fine. I just got me one of them faces.

...Helen.

[It's such a lie good god. Raylene thinks she used to be good at this but she hadn't ever been so...unhinged when she worked before. She should leave, she knows that. Leave before she gets caught because then it's all over, she'll be killed. She knows that much. People love Jilly and the dreamlands don't have any use for a jail.]

Helen Ramirez.

[No where close to Jilly.]

[His lips quirk to the side for a moment before answering with a quick shake of his head. Geordie can sympathize to a degree. He thought it was nothing more than a dream when he first woke up on Buffy and Jilly's couch.

Sometimes, he still wishes that this was nothing more than a dream.]

Not yet. And it's been almost two months now.

[Two months. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Raylene never bothered trying to learn any magic - figured she'd be pretty useless with it because she never felt it in herself. But she can turn herself into a wolf; that's pretty extraordinary. Maybe she can figure out how to get herself back to the land of the living.]

Let me know when that changes, will ya?

[It's a shitty excuse for bar stool humor. But it's all she has.]

You'll be first in line.

[Well, maybe second. Jilly would be first, of course. But Jilly's not here right now and even though the similarities between the women are a little (ok, a lot) eerie, he has to admit, the woman is cute.

But he still grins. Then, he takes a long drink from his bottle and offers his hand.] I'm Geordie.

Edited 2012-11-10 03:45 (UTC)

Helen. [Best just to stick to what she's already lied about. Raylene doesn't do touching normally but she isn't Raylene right now is she? She's Helen. Helen doesn't have a problem with it.

It occurs to HelenRaylene that she might be on the other side of tipsy now. Finally. She shakes Geordie's hand once.]

Nice to meet you.

Helen.

[ a spark of disbelief -- but then again, only because she things some Shift has come along and warped her friend. she holds her fists against her hips, as though she's the lady of the domain. no lack of confidence, here. ]

You look familiar. That's all.

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