2019-05-21 - An Evening In The Pourhouse

The early post lunch pre dinner evening crowd is rather quiet at the Pourhouse, with most either there to get out of the rain or be lushes. Geoff from his booth against the wall falls squarely in the middle of these two groups, both a low key alcoholic and seeking shelter from the rain. His clothes are just lightly damp, with the man wearing the usual except for a heavy pair of motorcycle boots. Sitting at the table he's claimed is a brown paper bag wrapped around a fourty that he must have snuck in and now displays rather brazenly.

It's not a very long distance from the Den to the Pourhouse. Not far at all, something that benefits both of them. So it's not surprising Gina arrives soon enough, in that deep red poncho/cloak number with the hood up, even though she's also carrying a purple umbrella, and a pair of black skinny jeans tucked into boots. Collapsing the umbrella, she glances around and heads towards Geoff as soon as she spots him, falling into the seat across from him easily. The coat is unbuttoned, to be tossed to the side, the umbrella leaned against the table, "Yo. Did you even get glasses, or are we gonna be savages about that forty?" She asks, conversational still.

"Complete and utter savages." Geoff responds as if he means it before cracking a grin "Fuck you should have seen the dream yesterday. It was absolute insanity, also it was kind of funny seeing Erin and Christopher forced to fight the Harlem Globetrotters." yep he just dropped something utterly insane there and looks about to say more when a waitress comes up to the table to get their drink orders "Hey yeah,I'll take a pint at whatever you got on tap and her drinks are one me." he concludes gesturing to Gina and not exactly just specifying the first round.

"Cider, and a spare glass." Gina tells the waitress, no please or thank you about it, her attention going almost immediately back to Geoff. "Erin? Like the Addington?" She wonders, both brows rising, "And Moneybags Hayes? Must've been a lot of the glitterati around for him to get pulled in." She knows who gleams, in a town like this. "Seriously though, globetrotters? Mind adding a little more for my memory?

"So yeah, ended up on a boat with them. Started out with birds shitting acid, ended up with us getting stranded on an island with the cast of Gilligan's island and the harlem globetrotters who wanted to run train on our sweet asses. Naturally I tied my boots and raised my fists to lay them out. Might have been an unholy abomination of the skipper, Mary Ann and Gilligan fused into an unholy beast." with a mischievous grin he mentions "They attacked all of us so that the newbies there had to learn quick how to fight."

Gina listens. Quietly. And reaches to check the level of alcohol in the fifty, just in case - though Geoff probably knows this is mostly a joke, because weirdness is just how they roll. "Sounds like one of those old school crossover episodes of Scooby Doo." She remarks, shaking her head, "Should've just run." She herself is a terrible fighter. BUt something he says has her pausing.

"Newbies?" She asks, "Like, to town, or obviously new to a slip?"

"New to getting the slip and half of them to town." Geoff says with with a hint of wry amusement "Running wasn't an option, we were cornered on the beach. Besides in those sort of circumstances it's better to fight straight on then prolonging it. They didn't have guns luckily." with a snort he says "If we ever slip together I'm running interception for you aren't I."

As the drinks are delivered he doesn't bother to look at the waitress, just keeps talking with Gina "So what's been up in your world, besides the exciting world of Diner politics and drama. Haven't really been keeping up with you. So anything fun going on? Hex anyone or collect any new taxidermy pieces?"

Gina shrugs, "I slip a lot." Gina confirms, just as their drinks arrive, and she takes a long sip of cider. "A lot. Opportunity and moments is the important thing. Panic gives them what they want." She rubs at a shoulder absently, not even seeming conscious that she's doing it. "Not much. The brit guy, Carver the wife-killer. He amuses me." Which is practically high praise. "He's got some experience with or against con men." She says this quite naturally, as if discussing the weather, but Geoff knows this. "Otherwise I've just been keeping to myself. Got some music from a UK friend from this up and coming DJ they love. Some kind of chinese folk grindcore. I'm kind of into it, but not enough of it for a playlist. Put out some feelers about a rare tarot deck, but haven't heard back."

Gina pauses a moment, "Oh, right, I promised I'd do a quick read for you. Still want that? Or you good now that the closest hammer fell?"

"You're going to have to share the folk grindcore with me, right now I'm having trouble even conceptualizing how that sounds other then wailing." Geoff says with a hint of amusement there "Carver sounds interesting aside from being on the lam, always interesting to meet a con man." Bringing his glass up to take a sip from it he offers a small dip of his head "So what makes this tarot deck rare? We talking just limited print or was it inked with the blood of children under the light of a hex moon or something like that?"

"Limited print. One of the rare examples of a toned down deck that still vibes, you know? I saw some pics and I liked it." Gina says, narrowing her eyes at Geoff at his ridiculousness. "Besides, blood-ink decks are shit. Too much yammering from whosever blood it was, and the ink fades too quick. Never lasts. Crappy materials." She throws in casually, before shaking her head, "I dunno if he's a con man. Could've been a detective too. Some wash-up. He's..." She pauses, wrinkling her nose. "Seven of hearts. Possibilities. He's drenched in possibilities, to the point where he's rotten with them. You know those parents who let their teens do whatever, until the teen ends up throwing a ten thousand dollar party with hookers and cocaine and sacrificing a schoolmate or something? That kind of freedom, if he's not careful. He's balanced to have all the freedom he wants to ruin himself." Gina shrugs, "Dunno if he realizes it yet, but his life to live." Which means she likely won't tell him the result.

"Anyway, the folk grindcore is actually just a lot of zithers and winds and stuff, pretty swishy stuff."

Geoff lets loose a whistle at that description of unbridled freedom "Yeah sounds like he has enough freedom and rope to hang himself then again it's not the first time we've seen it around here, is it." with a small gesture he says "That Marcia chick I was talking with yesterday at the diner? Big time conspiracy theorist except all her shit revolves around the use of the glimmer and everything linked to that. Sometimes she's right on, sometimes she's off but I got a feeling one of these days she's going to reveal just a little too much and is going to end up in an unhealthy accident."

"He might not realize it. I get the feeling he's chasing or running, so he doesn't get where he is." Gina has a little more cider as she listens to the information about Marcia, raising a brow before nodding, "Pretty sure you're right. People who poke the veil end up with something grabbing their finger. Sometimes with their teeth." Dark eyes land on Geoff, studying him, "You warn her?" She wonders, maybe smiling juuuuust a little. "Or are you going to?"

Geoff wobbles his head "I told her there were predators that if they sniffed you they'd eat you but she assured me she was a big girl and could handle herself." Despite him saying this as if it were normal a devilish gleam dances in his eyes "So I'm leaving that be, though with her having been dragged into that dream with us I'm guessing that she's beginning to realize that she's playing with much more hungry forces then she'd previously thought."

r "She kept trying to get me to tell her stories of weird things I'd seen, or experienced." Geoff says with a gesture involving his beer glass "Of course I evaded that...Not sure who she's been talking to before where she can just come into town and get people to open up about the secrets there."

"You should just start talking about all the crazy sexapades you had when you got out of the slammer." Gina suggests, as usual willing to poke at potential sore spots. Poor Geoff is probably inured. "Pretty sure that's all weird enough to make her happy." A little smile, because she IS teasing, after all, and a shrug, "People love, love talking about themselves. A lot. She probably had people tripping over themselves about the one amazing incident they had. You know we're..." A pause, finding the right word, "... unique, over here."

Geoff side eyes Gina "The crazy to hot ratio for chicks who have wanted to jump into bed with me post slammer /is/ not on the level." This bit of information offered perhaps seriously, perhaps just as a retort to that jab. " with a chuckle he points out "I think what you mean to say is that over here we're completely hardened to the fact that life is crazy, dangerous and not at all how stranger things would have us believe the supernatural is." Arching an eyebrow he asks "You ever get that growing up our parents knew a lot more then they were letting on? That some of that bs shit when we look back on it makes a lot more sense."

"No." Gina says, and the word is flat, and final. "My mom knew jack shit. And my dad," The mention of him has the words softening, slightly, "Maybe he knew, deep down, shit was off, but people can ignore a lot if they put their minds to it. Pretty sure that's what he did." She reaches for the forty, pouring some for herself in the empty glass, just a finger or two. "I think we're not hardened. Hard implies resistance, G. I think we're colored by it. Stained and dyed. Hard to be awed by a blazing candle in a forest fire. Marcia sounds like she expects stories about poi fire spinners or something. Wrong fucking level."

Geoff listens to that quietly "You know that about sums it up, pretty damn well actually." a ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he says "Looking for fire spinners in the middle of a forest fire, it's apt." tipping his beer back he drains what's left in several deep gulps, "Well when you play with fire you're going to get burned, same as if you go searching and don't understand it."

Something there has him contemplative maybe the mention of family "You know I have no fucking idea what my pops or mom knew. Weren't exactly there enough for me to get that feel, was kind of just hoping others had known better or at least cared."

Gina shrugs, "This is why I own a legitimate business in a small town and don't go drawing attention to myself." Gina points out, pointing her glass at Geoff, "Especially since I'm apparently a fucking lighthouse of this shit." A sigh, because-- life. "Well, my childhood was bomb like seventy percent of the time. The rest of the time it was about as shitty. Sorry." She smiles, that smile with a secret tucked into the corner, "I just make it up as I go along. That's the secret. Doesn't really matter because it'll all end in tears anyway." Ball of sunshine, Gina.

Geoff lightly kicks Gina's foot under the table "You know you're not alone in all this shit right." taking the malt liquor he pours some into his glass and swirls it around there "Seriously I drag you in on my shit, the least you can do is get even and make me deal with yours too." nodding he says with a glint to his eyes "After all I think we both know the right thing in life is often the single most spiteful you can figure out."

Gina returns the kick automatically, not one to let such a thing roll past, even as she laughs at Geoff's words, "Yeah, you're a good guy, G. Total sweetheart." But she lifts her glass, to clink against his whether he wants to or not. "Just for that, we're doing this now. Three cards." Gina says, reaching towards her rumpled coat next to her, to dig through her pocket. "Even if we both know it's half crock." The other half, though, well, she rarely talks about that half. "Move the liquor."

Geoff is game, he's so game and so it is he sweeps the liquor aside though he is careful not to spill any after all they might want it depending on what the cards reveal "I'm pretty sure we both know that half of all we do is crock." As always whenever he's seen Gina read her cards he watches with an unabashed interest, after all if the glimmer and dark men exist, is it that easy to completely write off psychically charged cards?

With the table clear, Gina eventually emerges with one of her decks! It's the Deviant Moon deck - Geoff has probably seen her use this one quite a few times. She shuffles it a few times, before handing them to Geoff to cut and shuffle. No special preparation, eventually she'll just take them back and flip one over on the table between them. The first set down, the seven of pentacles, which makes Gina give a little huff of amusement. "Oh man, this one is fun." She says, pushing it forward so Geoff can study it. "Your past. Looking on your bounty and having to take a breather to think if you had enough or not. The choice, to stay with what you had, or work for more. Crossroads and choices, double-edged risk vs rewards."

Another card is flipped, The Emperor in all his glory. "Your now." She says, sliding it closer so he can examine the card. "The Emperor. Command. Confidence. You know your shit, and you impose your will in the chaos to impose structure. It's the power of mind to shape the world and the act of shaping it. Listens to counsel," She taps at the large ear on the photo, the finger pointing to it, "But in the end its his words, his choice, and his rule. Doesn't mean you're a bossy fucker, or king of the world, but you're in a spot where this is what you're doing."

She pauses now, to take a drink of her cider, and glance at Geoff to see how he's taking it.

Geoff watches intently, that first draw he clicks his tongue and says "Well I think the obvious answer is I need to hustle. I need to work for more, never stop moving or grow too content." stealing his glass he downs the malt liquor with a wrinkle of his nose, not the biggest fan of it but able to down it easily all the same. As the emperor is flipped he studies it intently though it's clear the bulk of his attention is on Gina's words about what it means. "If I'm in a position to act and bring order to some of this chaos around us, does this mean that you'd be the counsel I listen to?" his gaze rising up to meet hers with a faint grin "After all I do take your counsel on what's good at the diner all the time."

"Not that clear-cut, Geoff. Remember you ended up jail for holding up a gas station or a liquor store or something ridiculous. More important thing is the pause. Sure, you think you need to hustle, do you, boo. But it's also a warning the risks are high in some hustles. And don't put that counsel shit on me, I've got enough on my plate with my own life." Gina retorts, then turns the last card, and she looks... thoughtful, when she sees it, but not surprised.

"Yeah. Figures." She murmurs, pushing the card across the table to rest in front of Geoff, completing the trifecta. "The Lovers. I could tell you this card is all about creating deep bonds, about attraction and what brings people together. Doesn't have to be sex, just like... strong feelings. It's harmony. She trusts, he sees. Union and balance. But yours is reversed. So there's uncertainty. Disharmony. Imbalance somewhere in the future. You might be pushed to try and figure out like, deep shit about yourself." She reaches to tap the previous card, the present, "It's kinda interesting that it follows the Emperor. Gonna have to think about that. But be careful of power imbalances, choices between ideals you really fucking believe in, or basically anything that falls under that umbrella." She leaves the card in front of Geoff for a moment, for him to absorb, before holding out a hand, palm up, and wiggling her fingers. "Pass 'em back."

Geoff is sitting in a booth with Gina who is doing a tarot reading for him, as that last card is revealed....and explained he nods like it's just about what he was expecting "Yeah, that seems right. Never been one to be able to keep a relationship running anyways." shoulders hunching he takes it all in stride "Yeah...Choosing my ideals rather then the practical is how I got /THEM/ on my ass. So you know that warning comes a bit late, but it's probably also warning me to be careful about chicas who wants to hustle me." passing the cards back he shakes his head and says "Thanks again for this Gina, always good to get a lense to add perspective to things."

Elias comes wandering in with Frankie, holding the door open for her with a little bit of a flourish and then following her in. "Bar or table?" he asks and then before she can even answer, he's heading toward the bar and ordering them both a beer and a shot of whiskey. Is that what Frankie wanted? Well, it's what she's starting with one way or another. He slides onto a stool and then swivels around to take in the place. Spotting Gina and Geoff, he studies them from where he sits for a moment, but seeing as the cards are out, he only observes from a distance with that sort of perpetual curiosity he just can't shake.

It better be what she wanted, because two things. Frankie isn't paying, and Elias already ordered. So that's now what she's having, either way. "Bar." Again, the choice was already made. "So I told this guy that his wife was cheating on him, right? He was furious...and then he cried." She's either picking up a conversation mid-thought, or continuing one from outside as she drops onto a stool next to Elias, turning around so that she can look at what he's looking at.

Gina shrugs, "Women trying to hustle you, imbalances of power, and new moral dilemnas or some shit like that." She takes the cards and returns them to the deck, reshuffling them easily, before she drains the last of her glass - the second one first. "Should be getting back to my shift, though." She glances at those coming in, spotting Frankie, and then smiles, a bit impishly, and slides her eyes back towards Geoff, "Hey, you know when I told you Carver's card? Don't tell anybody." She says this /entirely audibly/ for the whole bar to hear, and pats Geoff's shoulder comfortingly, before she shrugs on her coat and grabs her umbrella. She throws Elias and Frankie a little salute, before heading out towards the door.

Felicity makes her way into the pub, a heavy canvas bag slung over her shoulder. She's only slightly damp, which means that it didn't take her long to get to the building from wherever she came from. She pulls up an empty booth and orders a glass of merlot and a cup of coffee from the waitress. Once that's settled, she pulls out a large organizer notebook and a couple folders filled with loose sheets of paper.

Geoff offers a half assed wave as Gina turns to leave "Got it, don't talk about Carver's card." Glancing to the two new arrivals he offers a polite nod of his head before he returns to the immediate business of pulling out his phone and sending off a few texts. As a waitress passes by he flags her and flashes her an easy going grin "Hey could I get another beer, thanks."

"Yeah?" Elias says, which is his universal encouragement for her to go on if there's more to the story. He downs his shot, and then reaches for the beer, taking a swig before crossing one leg over the other and idly swiveling back and forth on his stool with a sort of restless energy. He gives Gina a little salute in return with a grin.

"Alcoholic milkshakes!" Frankie calls after Gina as the latter makes her way out, then she shrugs at Elias, "More of the usual, he tried to break my balls." Which sounds funnier than it is. The delivery sort of went sideways in her distraction as she lifts a hand, waving back towards Geoff, then she points towards him, "We should go ask him about Carver's card."

Felicity takes a cursory glance around the pub to get in a look of the faces of those gathered, just to see if there's anyone she knew. Who's she kidding? With a town that small, she pretty much knows everybody. She pulls out a couple pens and opens up the notebook, writing things down as she pulls out sheets of papers from the folders. When the waitress arrives with the order, Felicity smiles and nods, knowing the woman fairly well. Out of the two choices she ordered, she goes for the merlot first.

Geoff texts away as he awaits his beer to be brought to him, he doesn't seem to be paying /that/ much attention to his surroundings though he does notice Felicity make the mistake of ordering pub wine which he silently notes.

"One," Elias says holding up one finger, "Who is Carver?" Then a second finger, "Two, do we care about his card?" This seems like a genuine pair of questions that he expects Frankie to answer, because for the moment, he seems content to lounge on his stool and nurse his beer, leaning back against the bar and taking in those around them. There's a smile at Felicity when she looks around the room, brief and then vanishing again before he studies Frankie, waiting for an answer.

"He's some new British guy. And I don't know. Maybe it'll be fun." Frankie hops to her feet, reaching for the whiskey to down it before she, gives Elias' knee a pat, "Sit still." Or come with her. She's not that picky, really. But she's heading in Geoff's direction, ending up leaning a hip against his table, "Hi."

Felicity looks up as she notices movement out of the corner of her eye and watches the familiar, yet unknown redhead make her way over to Geoff. She begins to hum a light tune to herself and begins chewing on the end of the pen in her hand in order to keep herself from being nosy. She turns back to the pages of sheet music on the table in front of her.

Geoff glances at Frankie as he finds her leaning against his table, a rather amused expression pulling at his features as he tells her "I've already had my fortune told." gesturing faintly at the empty seat opposite he says "Though if you want to join me go ahead, don't often complain about company." All through this he continues to text away on his phone, something there definitely drawing his attention

"I do like a British accent," Elias opines, but he was told to sit still, and so he does, remaining at the bar with a little bemused smile on his face as Frankie goes over to Geoff's table. He observes, and if he had some popcorn, he'd be eating it right now.

"I'd never dream of suggesting that Gina wasn't skilled enough to do it right." Yes, yes she would. But with fondness and amusement, and no seriousness. When Geoff invites her to sit, though, she settles in and slides herself over to the inside of the seat before she lifts a hand, waving Elias over to join as well. "So why aren't you supposed to talk about the Brits card?"

Geoff dons a serious expression as he sets the phone to the side and slowly shakes his head "That I can't speak to, it'd be far too close to divulging the nature of his card." Eyes dancing with a roguish mischief he tells Frankie "Really though you might want to keep your eyes on Carver in the near future." as his beer is delivered he takes it and takes a sip from the glass.

When Frankie waves him over, Elias pulls himself from his stool and wanders over, beer in hand and slides into the seat next to her, bumping her with his hip to make her make room before letting his arm drape along the back of the seat. "So, tell me about the Brit." This seems to be said to both of them. Then he glances over toward Felicity and asks, "Do you know the Brit?"

Felicity begins humming the opening bars to "I've Just Seen A Face" and then stops abruptly as she begins digging through the papers in the folders. "Do I have any child-friendly Beatles?" She asks to herself before she takes another sip of wine.

She also looks up as Elias speaks in her direction. "Brit? Which one? John, Paul, George, or Ringo?"

"Why are we watching him?" Frankie wonders, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table, chin in hand as she smiles brightly at Geoff, looking very interested in the answer. Then she looks at Felicity, then Elias, then back to Geoff before she gives her opinion of the Brit, "I only met him once. But I got a card, too."

Geoff winks and taps the side of his nose in response to Frankie "Maybe if there was something in it for me I could share a bit more about it." To Elias he informs him "The brit killed his wife and faked his death over in Britain and escaped over here. He doesn't seem that bad, but man his card really shines light on the whole thing a bit better."

"Wait, a card from the Brit, or a tarot card for the Brit?" Elias asks, not sure that he understood what sort of card to which they were referring. He drops one hand to find a strand of Frankie's hair and plays with it idly, winding the strand around one fingertip and then letting the curl drift free. He chuckles at Felicity and says "Carver." But then his attention shifts back toward George, curiously. Both brows rise as he says, "And he's just.. advertising that? Fascinating. Now I really do want to meet this Brit."

Felicity blinks, not knowing a Brit named Carver. "Doesn't ring a bell." She goes back to her note-taking before staring up at the wall, running more songs through her brain. She pulls out a thick textbook-like manual with the words 'Common Core' printed on the front.

"His tarot card." Frankie offers as an answer to Elias, "See, Gina did a reading for him the other night, and promised me the mysterious answer. But she never told me." She then shrugs her shoulders, pulling out her phone as she looks at Geoff, "Did he really kill his wife?"

Geoff nods assuredly "He did, I heard a mistress was involved but I'm not full up on all the details." dipping his head towards Frankie he muses "I'm sure you could do a reading on him and find out the deeper details of it." Looking over to Elias he intones "I wouldn't say he was just advertising it all, but it all definitely came out and left some of us speechless."

"How'd that happen?" Elias asks, clearly intrigued as to how one would come about just flat out admitting to murdering someone and fleeing the country. He glances over toward Frankie and nods as she explains that they are talking about a tarot card like he'd at first suspected. Intrigued, Elias says, "There definitely sounds like there's a story to all of that."

Felicity makes a face as she pours through the Common Core book and her notes. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night..." She tries to keep her voice to her own booth, so as not to interrupt anyone's conversations. She cringes as she's totally off-key. "Yuck.. Must be the wine. Glad it's not karaoke night." She finishes the glass of wine, pushing the glass out of the way on the table.

"A mistress? So juicy." Frankie looks like she's ready to go find this all out, but she's not budging from her spot, so maybe she's still questioning how much Geoff and Gina are fucking with her about it. She glances towards Elias, grinning at him, "I imagine they are lying to me in order to get me back for Thelema and Satanism the other night."

Geoff "Yep he has a mistress, it's quite Torrid." Geoff begins to respond, but then there is that offkey singing and his face sours slightly. Taking his beer in hand he downs it all in a single go and clinks the glass against the table top "Well I think it's time I take off, I've got an appointment to keep tonight." sliding from the booth he dips his head to those who joined him "Good seeing you two, let's grab a beer again sometime."

"Oh, are we satanists again this week?" Elias asks Frankie, suddenly perking up just a little bit from where he'd been lounging against the back of the chair. Is that a thing? It might be. He glances over at Felicity's sour notes and smiles a little lopsidedly, "Blame it on the wine, honey. The tannins, bad for the throat, or something." He makes a vague gesture at his own throat as though sympathising, before turning back to the conversation at his own table. When Geoff gets up to go he lofts his beer in salute, "Good to see you. Have a good one."

"Thanks for the gossip." Frankie offers Geoff cheerfully as she turns her attention to texting someone, then she shakes her head at Elias, "Not this week....maybe next week, though. I was thinking that we could be modern pagans, which only suck about fifty percent of the time." She glances up and over towards Felicity, looking momentarily sympathetic.

Felicity makes a gagging face and smirks to Elias. "Sure, but are you a music teacher? I must be coming down with a cold.." She picks up the coffee and takes a sip. Pub coffee to follow pub wine. Compound the fun.

Elias considers that and shrugs his shoulders, "Sure. I can suggest that essential oils treat everything." He looks over toward Felicity and asks her, "Have you tried essential oils?" He's clearly kidding, because those dark eyes sparkle and his lips quirk at the edges. Then he finishes off his beer and leans over to try to read whatever Frankie is typing on her phone.

"It was a seven of hearts." Frankie observes before she looks up from her phone, her pride at having gotten the answer shining through, "But I think he deserves a real reading." Which causes her to look around, in case Gina might be around to glare at her for it. She shows the phone to Elias when she notices his lean, "Free reading, a proper one."

Felicity blinks to Elias.. "Essential...?" She looks confused and shakes her head as she begins to pack up. "Head's too fuzzy, and that's before the wine. I'll have to finish lesson-planning later." She makes sure that she leaves a cash tip on the table for the waitress. "Oh! Thank you, Miss Addington." She groans to the woman. "It's Felicity. How many times do I have to remind you?" She chuckles jokingly and places the canvas bag over her shoulder, heading for the exit.

"Of course he does," Elias agrees, because Frankie readings are best readings. He reads what is on the screen and then settles back into his seat, glancing back toward Felicity. He lifts his glass in her direction as she heads out and then his attention turns back toward Frankie.

"Strange night." Which is really every night around here. Frankie tosses her phone onto the table, leaning over to rest her head against Elias' shoulder, "I've totally lost my train of thought, though."

"So, basically just a night," Elias says with a little laugh, and then slips his arm around her waist as she leans her head against his shoulder. "Something about murderous brits, sevens of hearts, and satanism or neopaganism, or.. something." He rests his cheek against her head. "Do you want another drink? Or do you want to head out?"

"We can take off." Frankie decides after a moment, reaching for her phone to check it for messages before she gives him a light nudge, "Going to give this Brit a reading tomorrow, and I should probably not get too drunk tonight."

"Alright," he says, and slides out so that she can get out of the booth as well, heading over to the bar to pay for their drinks and leave a tip before meeting her at the door.