The morning is humid, hot and sticky. Genevieve turned on the air early, and unlocked the door to start her business day. She's currently brewing tea in the small beverage area of her shop, pouring hot water into a bowl-like mug before she drops in a tea infuser, watching the brown brew and stain the clear water. She's dressed in a thin white tank top and a pair of black palazzo pants, her hair drawn up into a messy bun.

A few customers have drifted in to look around, and she keeps a careful eye on them as she continues to fix her tea. Once the tea is finished brewing she moves toward the register, tapping the bluetooth speaker there to allow music to flood into the small space. She takes a seat on the stool, sips from her mug and waits to see what the day brings her.

There aren't many perks to living in a city -- state? -- that never stops raining. Let alone a town that tries to eat you on a semi-regular basis. But the Legalization of Marijuana is one of those perks, and one that Lex whole-heartedly supports. And so, while she may've missed the grand opening, it was really only a matter of time.

It may be morning for some, but the slight smudge of eyeliner and a few too many hair fallen free of her haphazard braid suggests the for Lex... it's more like late-and-annoying-bright-night. The silver-haired woman is dressed in a pair of black leggings and a ribbed black tank-top that has 'It's You, Not Me' written in block letters across the chest. There's an initial once over of the shop at whole, before jade eyes fall on the seated Dahlia.
"Thank you for existing." Yep. That's a greeting if there ever was one.

"I'm quite happy to exist as well, mostly because it beats the alternative." Genevieve looks amused, crossing her legs as she gets an eyeful of Lex. She leans a bit, her face thoughtful before she gestures with the hand not currently holding a large mug of tea. "I'm going to be nosy for a moment and ask where you got your ink." She flashes Lex a smile after that, taking a sip of her tea before she gets to her feet. "Welcome to Bud and Buds, if you have any questions, let me know. If you already know what you might want, I'll get you all set up. Make sure you have your ID with you." She brushes back a strand of hair that came loose from her bun, leaning against one of the glass cases.

Eyeful for eyeful. Lex isn't shy about returning Genevieve's study, though the tattooist doesn't have the excuse of 'looking at ink'. Hey, the human body's a work of art, right? "I've got like four IDs with me, and odds are, I want it all." She offers the comment idly, her default speech seeming to be a bit of a drawl. Not mocking, but dry. As if she'd grown a little irritated with the world in general. A dozen or so years ago. Nothing /presently/ personal. "I... uh," she pauses at the question about her ink, actually tipping a glance down at what she can see of her own chest and arms. "Few different assholes in Seattle. Did some on the left myself, but that might've involved tequila." That's accompanied by a none-too-subtle wink in the other woman's direction. "You just opened, right? Or somebody been holdin' out on me?"

Genevieve takes being looked over well, she almost preens under the scrutiny, a slight smile still on her face. "Well there are daily purchase limits, but they're pretty large, so you should be fine." She stands up straight, moving around the case to lean against it. "I've been looking for someone in town who does skin art, but I haven't had much luck. Are you saying my luck has changed?" She turns to reach for her tea, taking a drink before she sets it down on the case. "I opened yesterday, so nobody has been holding out on you. What is it you were looking for? Any specific strain? I have some joints already rolled, we have edibles, bath bombs, infused bath salts, all kinds of accessories and vapes available. I don't smoke myself, but I've done some research when I decided what I was going to be growing." She takes a step to the side and taps the case she was standing in front of. "I have six different strains in right now, one growing up in my greenhouse. Until I see how these do, I'm not sure how much more I'll be bringing in."

"Baby, there's no 'good luck' in Gray Harbor, but if you've been looking for skin art, then yeah, you can call me whatever you want." The bad-side-of-Seallite manages to make the last half of the sentence sound as lecherous as anything can sound from a 5'4" twenty-something-year-old woman. It's a skill, really. "Vape works quick, but it fades quick, too. Comparatively." She offers her assessment, whether or not Genevieve was actually asking for her opinion. "Honestly... what you got here and what I was gettin' before could be night and day... so I'm not gonna bother with past reference. What's most likely to make me forget yesterday? If you can get the day before, too, I'll throw in a sexual favor." She doesn't sound like she's kidding.

"Every so often I stumble into a patch of it, good luck that is." Genevieve finger-guns at Lex as she moves behind the counter, gazing down at what's available. "Honestly, none of this is going to help you forget the last few days." She taps her fingertip on her bottom lip and sneaks a look toward her newest customer. "I do have something homegrown that might be of interest." She sets down her tea, walking to the a cupboard near the register. She unlocks and opens it, pulling out an ounce container, shaking it back and forth enough to jostle the contents inside. "No sexual favors though, just a consult on a potential ink job on my back, maybe?" She sets the container down, so that Lex can get a whiff of it if she's so inclined. "I probably shouldn't nose about, but I shall.." Her accent peeks out, her too polite words having a lilt of European in them. "..why are you trying to forget yesterday? Might come in handy in case it comes at you again tomorrow, oui?"

"Well, you keep those patches well protected, sweetheart," Lex counters with a smirk, and lifts a pierced 'brow in response to the finger-guns. Up goes the other 'brow when Genevieve mentions 'something homegrown', and Lex is watching with tactless interest as that little bottle is taken out. "Mm. Yeah. Free consult, and depending on how well that shit works, may throw in a bit more. How much?" A bit of her chin toward that little bottle. The foreigner's question about the last few days has her snorting softly, though it's more a huff of air than an actual sound. "Well. The street blew up, found a dead guy in a box, and before that, a fucking lamp tried to choke a tour group to death. And I seriously wish /any/ of that involved a bad LSD trip." Dryer than dry. Parched. She tips a glance back to Genevieve, looking the woman over with a different sort of interest. "You're sparkly. If you haven't had somethin' weird happen yet, just wait." As for Lex? However Genevieve has or hasn't determined how to detect 'glimmer', the tattooist is downright shiny. Like sardonic glitter.

"Trying my best, but.." Genevieve inclines her head as Lex agrees to her terms, tapping something into the register as Lex begins to regale her with a tale of her last few days. She pauses, shifting her gaze back to the tattooed woman, eyebrows lofting slightly. She tilts her head as if she might have heard incorrectly, but it seems that Lex is quite serious. Then Lex flat out calls attention to her Glimmer, and Genevieve looks tense. Her eyes narrow, her gaze moving from Lex to the door leading to the stairwell and back again. "Oh.. things have happened." The warmth in her voice is a little less, but not gone, her arms folding loosely over her chest. She settles her gaze on Lex, breath held for a moment, and then she seems to relax, gesturing to the container of weed. She names a price, and then sighs. "Sorry, it's been kind of strange the last few days and I.." Her voice gets lower, almost mumbling. "..not always sure people aren't dangerous. Especially after some of the things I've seen." She glances back up, looking apologetic. "Did a lamp really try to choke people to death?"

Whatever price is named, Lex looks unphased. In fact, she's already reaching into what must be a back pocket of some sort to pull out a thin card holder. A recent-looking ID -- claiming the woman to be 26 -- and a debit card that -- since the banks started offering design options -- is covered in what appear to be rainbow gumballs. "That," a tip of her chin toward the mystery bottle, then a glance toward the vapes, "And one of each of those." Apparently money is not an issue. Genevieve's sobering has her looking up from the psychoactive product display, and she's offering what might even be construed as a sympathetic quirk of her lips. Not quite a smile, but not her usual smirk, either. "Well... the lamp itself was just bein' a fucking lamp, but these... choking death hand things attacked anywhere it lit up. Once it was off, the death hands disappeared. So yeah, I blame the lamp." We'll leave out the part where Lex flung said lamp at the museum tour guide. Because that was just /warranted/, damnit. She's glancing toward the other woman's folded arms then, and perhaps noting that the other doesn't seem as dead-pan frank about the H.P. Lovecraftian nature of their present locale.

"You, ah... need to talk? Drink? ... probably anything else, if there's enough of the drinking?" A somewhat weaker smile, and a wink that doesn't look like she's /entirely/ debauched. "I'm Lex, by the way." A tattooed hand is offered, palm more up than down. Inviting, rather than pushing.

Genevieve takes the ID and the card, adding the vapes, her eyes flitting from the display on the screen back to Lex. She names the new price and then proceeds to complete the transaction, handing back the cards before she bags everything up. "Death hands.." Genevieve repeats quietly, blue eyes a little wider at the description, wary as the story goes on. She leans against the wall, taking a deep breath when the offer of talking and drinking is made, another glance toward the door that leads to the stairwell. "I could use a drink, I have papers upstairs if you want to roll a joint." She picks up her tea as she walks from behind the counter, moving to look outside. "You like tequila?" She asks, turning to glance at Lex when her name is offered. "Genevieve Dupis." She answers, using her free hand to offer a gentle shake. "Some call me Eve, you're welcome to." She flips the sign on the door, nodding toward an inner door. "We can drink in my apartment, and risk bothering my boyfriend, or we can drink on the roof and watch people fire off their leftover fireworks. Up to you."

"I think that depends on who your boyfriend is," Lex muses, glancing toward said inner doorway. Then upward, as if she could see the roof. Inner door, roof, inner door. "Tequila's disgusting, but I drink it like a champ." So, yes? "And papers are good. I don't got my vape on me, but I'm fine goin' old school." Because actual /joints/ are so last season. "I'd tell you my whole name, but everyone I've told starts /calling/ me that, and... nope." It's not like Genevieve couldn't have seen it already, typed out nicely on both ID and credit card. Alexandria Falco. "Lex. Eve. Works." Her eyes follow the other as she moves to flip the sign, and something about the act has a brief smile coming and going, likely unseen. "You're bringin' the booze, you pick the venue."

"He's a local, maybe you've met him? Eli Blake?" Genevieve flips the lock on the front of the store, the sign she's flipped lists a phone number, likely her cell. She pulls the inner door open, sure enough, a stairway. She points past the first flight. "We'll drink on the roof, there are lawn chairs up there." She holds the door open so Lex can pass, aiming a smile at her when she mentions her whole name. Sure, she knows it, but she's too polite to call Lex anything besides what she wants to be called. "I'll stop and get the tequila, and let Eli know where we are in case one of us tumbles off the roof." She sips at her tea, the cup almost drained. "Meet you upstairs in a moment or two." She murmurs, after climbing the first flight of stairs to the apartment. She opens the door, leaving it open as she walks in to nab the tequila bottle, two limes, and a knife.

Tequila, a knife, and lawn chairs on a roof. What could possibly go wrong? If Lex has any concerns in that regard, they're not enough to keep her from trailing after Genevieve like a puppy lured by... alcohol and weed. Or maybe she's just feeling social? Right. "Mm, doesn't sound familiar, but I'm finding that more people remember /me/ than me remembering them. Somethin' about juvenile delinquency gets local attention. 'sides, I hit Seattle when I was about sixteen. Just got back about a month ago. How long you been here?" Because, clearly, the shop owner is not a native Harborite. She tips a nod toward the other as she's ushered toward the roof, and makes her way up the second staircase as prompted. She does wander to peer over the edge in the few moments it takes for Eve to join her, but her attention is back on the other soon enough, and she's retreating from her less-than-safe vantage point to follow the other's lead. Lawn chairs? Limes? Lay it on her.

Genevieve sets the limes down on a table made of pallets, the knife and bottle joining it so she can pull a pack of papers from her pocket. She holds them out to Lex, settling on one of the lawn chairs, crossing her legs at the ankle. "Eli keeps close to home, so unless you needed something translated, you might not have met him." She sets down squat glasses, a little bigger than your average shot glass. "I'm not usually very social either, but I keep telling myself if I don't make friends I'm either going to drive myself crazy, or I'm going to drive Eli crazy." She picks up the bottle, splashing a finger in both glasses before she sets the bottle down. The sound of a bottle rocket going off doesn't seem to faze Genevieve right now, she got the flinching to loud sounds out of her system yesterday it seems. She cuts the lime on the table, setting two wedges near each glass. "I've been in town a little more than a month." She gazes out toward the hazy afternoon before she turns to add. "I had visited here when I was eighteen, and I was going to move here then, but..." Since Lex had shared downstairs, she pushes past her natural reluctance and opens up. ".. I had a dream about being stalked by wolves, and when I woke up I was bleeding. I skipped town shortly after. Haven't told anyone about that, mostly because they give you the 'are you crazy' looks when .. you talk about things like that."

Lex settles onto an armchair of her own, and after testing the balance of the seat, she's sliding her feet out of muddy boots and repositioning herself into an outright cross-legged position. Her socks, one might note, stray from her all-black attire to display a bright pink assortment of 'My Little Pony' logos and likenesses. Old school, man. She's nodding a few times as Eve speaks, either in agreement or acknowledgment -- both? -- before she offers a sympathetic sort of wince at the mention of the wolves. "Yeah. That... happens here. Can't figure out why the hell we all stay here, considering, but we do. Some kinda... pull, I guess? Better to crazy with like-minded company, I guess." A slight smile, not terribly mirthful, before she reaches to take the shot glass closest to her. One of the lime wedges is squeezed to death into the contents, and then she's tipping back the concoction in a single grimacing swallow.

After a moment or two to recover from the straight shot, she offers is a slightly lower voice, "You're not alone, if it helps any. I was born here, so I... grew up with it. I'll admit, it's hard to imagine comin' into it all... unexpected." She's taking the offered paper, and fishing through her bag of purchases to choose a strain at random. It seems that little bottle is.... on reserve. "How you holdin' up? I mean... you're hot as hell, and still talking in complete sentences... but that gooey part underneath it all. That part doing okay?"

Genevieve picks up her glass, and without any preamble drinks it down. She sucks on the lime afterwords, listening to Lex speak, her eyes briefly straying to the socks. She eases back into her seat, drawing her legs closer to her before she speaks, "I met someone from here, back home. Her name was Louise. She could tell that I had Glimmer, and thankfully she explained some things to me, because I thought I was crazy." She taps her temple, laughing softly. "Sometimes people's emotions are like a beacon, and sometimes they're so bright that my emotions react to them. It made high school a nightmare, let me tell you." She picks up the lime that she sucked on and peels it, eating the fruit. "Eli.. shines too. That helps a lot." She glances toward Lex and her shoulders jerk as she shrugs, which causes a wince. "Some days are better than others, I had a run in with my wolf a few nights ago, and I dragged poor Eli into it, but it seems he's met him before as well." She glances down at her chest as if the gooey bits there might speak to her. "The gooey parts are pretty wary, I keep hoping that suddenly things will go back to normal, but somewhere deep down I think I know that they're gonna get worse." She picks up the bottle, pouring more tequila for each of them.

She picks up her glass, swirling the spirit around before one finger lifts to point toward Lex. "If I thought that smoking would help, I'd give it a shot. I'm more afraid it'll let my guard down. I haven't had pot since I was in college."

Lex pays more attention to the other woman's wince, subtle as it may be, than she seems to pay any of the rest. Ironic as it may be, she seems to be growing more sober as they make their effort at ridding themselves of just that. "There're a lot of people around here who can heal," she notes. "Physical stuff, I mean. If there weren't, I'm not sure there'd be a lot of us left." It's a weak attempt at humor, and probably a bit too dark, all things considered. So much for easing in gently. "I know it sounds bad... but if you plan on stickin' around, I think it'd be easiest to just accept that this is normal. You start to get used to it." That last part is supposed to sound comforting. Whether it actually does... well, that's up to Genevieve.

"What do you... do?" An odd question to ask, perhaps, but how else does one determine another's supernatural weirdness? I'm guessin' head stuff, if emotions and shit were fucking with you." The silver-haired woman is sitting cross-legged on a lawnchair beside a wooden plank table that sports a bottle of tequila and depending on who's holding their shot glass at any given moment, two drinks. She's dressed in black leggings and a black ribbed tank, though black boots have been kicked off to reveal brightly colored 'My Little Pony' socks.

"I haven't really explored the limits of what I'm able to do, I just know that I feel things a little more deeply than I might otherwise like to." Genevieve murmurs, leaning forward to watch Lex, her chin resting on her knees. "It's normal here, from what I can gather, but I still worry. I wait for the little men with the butterfly nets to tromp in one day, scoop me up, and take me somewhere padded." She wrinkles her nose, slightly comforted by the thought that most people here are in the same boat as she is, even if the boats are built differently. She drinks the second shot, picking up her slice of lime to suck at it.

"Head stuff, yes. Mostly just being too gosh darn receptive to emotions around me. Sometimes they overwhelm me and I might start mirroring what someone else is feeling around me." She peels the skin off the lime again to bite a piece of the fruit off. She's dressed in a pair of high-waisted black palazzo pants and a white tank top, her hair gathered into a messy bun. "So .." She takes another bite of her lime, gazing at Lex with interest. "Are you..feeling okay?" She might already know the answer, but she's polite enough to allow Lex to voice it.

Gosh darn. Those words earn an almost fond look from the tattooist, though she doesn't interrupt the woman as she continues. She reaches to pour herself another drink, though it's more 'most of the shot glass' than 'a finger'. She stops halfway through squeezing another lime to glance up, seemingly in response to Eve's question. "Don't... 'feel' me, babe. It's... not someplace you wanna go." Her voice is quiet, and while the words themselves could come off as harsh, her tone itself seems to soften them. A warning -- for Eve's sake. "I got some shit I'm dealin' with, but that," a tip of her chin toward the bag of weed she just bought, "will help. It passes. I got some of the head stuff, when I try, but I've always... hell, I'd show you, but you'd probably end up in one've my nightmares. You know any of the mutants and X-Men shit? Kinda like telekinesis. Make stuff move, or do things." A pause, a deep breath inward, and then she's managing to toss the entire contents of the glass back in a single swallow.

While the finger's worth had her wincing, the fist-or-so has her coughing a few times, and grimacing as she reaches for one of the lime slices. It says a lot about a taste when biting bitter fruit is actually a relief. "Anyone talked to you about... not doing stuff? Like... the less you do your... thing, the less this place fucks with you."

"I think I've had enough nightmares to last me for a while." Genevieve returns quietly, watching Lex as she pours another drink. She's warm and fuzzy herself, just the right side of tipsy, so she's happy enough to let the tattoo artist drink instead. "I think I saw a movie at some point, with X-Men in them." She shifts a bit on her seat, curling her legs up as she faces Lex more. "I've never tried that, always thought it was something too fantastical to imagine. You can do that?" She looks impressed. She slices up more lime in case Lex wants more tequila, picking up a piece to tear the flesh off of. "I always figured that to be the case, but it wasn't anything someone has discussed with me. Just a natural instinct to try to blend in, and you can't do that if you're not careful with it. You know?" She takes a bite of the lime, grimacing at the bite of it. "What kind of shit are you dealing with?"

"Yeah... I can do that. I can do a lot of weird shit. But when I do, a lot of really bad... happens. Hellish nightmares, if I keep a cap on it. If I push it.. well, let's just say I can see some shit right now that you really wouldn't want to see. I think the padded room people'd call'm hallucinations?" If only to rid herself of the lingering taste of the tequila, she's mimicking the other woman in actually eating the lime instead of just squeezing the wedge to death. "'Cept they aren't, 'cause... well, maybe they are. Fuck. Anyway, I try to avoid it, when I can. Sometimes, I don't got a choice. Earlier this week... I didn't have a choice. So now I plan on being stoned or drunk 'til it dies down a bit."

Having crossed that 'pleasantly tipsy' line into 'woah, did I say that out loud?' Lex is raising one hand to rub at her eyes and using the other to replace the drink on the table. The weed, ironically, remains unsmoked. She sits back in the lawn chair, rubbing more vigorously at her eyes. That eyeliner doesn't stand a chance. "If you don't have to, don't use it at all. It's all fantastical and 'woah' when you're doin' it, but then things try and kill you in your sleep, or follow you around even when your awake. Do yourself a favor and make sure your wolf never gets out've your dreams."

Twilight is falling, and as dusk moves in so do the shadows on the roof. It reminds Genevieve of something, so she gets to her feet, moving to pick up one of the citronella candles near the greenhouse. She walks it over, setting it between their chairs, lighting it. "You worry me, Lex." That might be an understatement. Genevieve curls back up on her chair, gazing intently at the tattooed woman. "Sometimes you don't have a choice, and that's even scarier." She eyes the tequila as if she might want to take another drink, but she resists the urge, settling back in her seat. She watches Lex rub at her eyes, a frown forming on her lips. "Are you going to be able to make it home, or am I going to be offering you space on my big comfortable couch tonight?" She brushes a stray hair back behind her ear and frowns. "Or do you have someone who can come and get you?"

Then there is mention of her wolf getting out of her dreams, and it makes her go pale. Her breath hitches and she swallows convulsively, her eyes shifting to the shadows on the roof. It almost looks as if something shifts, and a whimper is dragged from her, a slender hand reaching out toward Lex. She needs reassurance, any port in a storm they say. "Shit." She's waiting for the rumble, the growl in the dark, her whole body tensed, her eyes on the shadows.

Worry her? That has Lex drawing her hands away from her eyes, and miraculously, the eyeliner looks more precise than when she arrived. Rubbing away the actual liner, which was apparently being used to augment the black rimming that has been tattooed into place. Hey, if she's turned most of her body into a canvas, what's a bit of tattooed make-up? Even housewives do that! Eyeliner betrayed, it seems safe to assume that the shading of her lips is just as... permanent.

"Oh, babe..." she's sighing, watching the woman go for the candle. The realization of what she's unintentionally done to the other woman has her sobering significantly, at least as far as outward signs are concerned. A tattooed hand is extended to take Eve's, and she's offering the woman an apologetic look. "I'm fine. Probably need a few minutes before we start walking straight lines, but it takes more than that..." A shake of her head, this one freeing one of the layered locks of silver hair to shadow one eye. "Nothing's out here, okay?" On second thought. "Why don't we go down to your apartment? I don't think either of us really like the dark right now."

"Yeah. The dark hasn't been my friend for a while now." Genevieve is quiet and tense, and even with Lex's reassurance she still looks pale. Suddenly though, a peal of laughter escapes her as she turns to make a face, taking the tattooed hand and squeezing it. "We need a few minutes before we can walk straight lines, but we're going to walk down a flight of steps. If one of us doesn't break our necks, it'll be a miracle." She eases to her feet, avoiding the shadowed part of the roof, her head turning to look out toward the street. "Not for nothing, but some of those twinkle lights might look nice up here. I'm starting to feel like I'm four again, when I'd want the door to my room kept open so it wasn't dark." She smirks and tugs at Lex, leaving the bottle, knife and what remains of the lime behind. "C'mon. I'll introduce you to Eli, and if you want, you can stay."

The shadows on the roof seem sinister, but Lex is right, there is nothing there. Genevieve does take Lex's hand, if nothing else so they don't go tumbling down the stairs. The hallway has lights, so almost as soon as the two women pass through the doors, the tension seems to ease away from the darker haired woman. They get down to the second floor landing, and she bumps open the apartment door with a hip, calling inside. "Eli! We're going to have company for the evening. Come meet Lex!" She turns to giggle softly, leaning in to murmur quietly. "He's a little introverted, but he warms up quickly.."