Kenzi
The Clubhouse
Refreshingly nearly hangover free, Kenzi is only in a mildly bad mood at being awakened at
10:00 am. Way to early for that noise. If it's either Lauren or Dyson they better have breakfast.
She blinks sleepily at the figure outside the Clubhouse door. She looks entirely out of place and rather scared. Conventional suburban housewife and mother in short Hispanic form.
"Yes?," she spits testily. The woman looks over her shoulder and around again. She whispers, then stutters and speaks again.
"I'm looking for Bo, the Unaligned succubus. I saw a flyer that-"
Kenzi nods her head, motioning the woman inside. She points to the couch and moves to the kitchen and yells. "Bo, unwrap Dr. Love's legs from your neck and get down here! We've got a client!"
It takes a few minutes for her to hear the creaks and rumbling that indicate that she has indeed awoken her friend as well as a pleasing lack of any other footsteps. The potential client stares as Kenzi putters about the kitchen to prep the coffee maker.
"There's no one here Kenzi, I'll be down in a minute." This was followed by several grumbles that the sleepy girl couldn't be bothered to decipher. Their potential clients' whitening face showed her shock at the interaction.
"What? Surely you've heard about the Succudrama that is Bo's life ?"
Half an hour later, Bo and Kenzi continued to question the client. A Dark Fae Wood Nymph, Barta d'Angelo, was asking them to find her missing daughter.
"Ok. So doesn't the Dark, like, have it's own cops and stuff?" Kenzi asked. Her second cup of coffee allowed her to hit her stride in the partnership.
The Nymph nodded.
"Of course, but that doesn't mean much. I'm not important, my Clan is not very powerful. We have more money than the average human family of course, but it's nothing compared to even the lowest of the Morrigan's confidants. Anyone I could ask for help I have, but no one will LISTEN!"
The last was shouted, with her fist pounding on her chair arm, which suddenly grew a 6 inch spike. Bo moved minutely towards Kenzi but shifted instead to the client. Her hand moving to a shoulder to calm her. The reassurance appeared to work , with the spike disappearing even as the woman's eyes shone with tears.
Kenzi tilted her head at her partner. "So, it's not everyone who can just barge in and make an unscheduled appointment to see the Morrigan."
"Oh no. I'd never make it past the front door of her building without some groveling, gifts of bribery to her lower staff and a year long wait for 5 minutes of time. And Dark Fae cops are⦠Dark."
Bo nodded. "So you think she might have gotten caught up in some Dark Fae drug gang? What makes you think that?"
"She met a boy. A-"
Kenzi shouted, even as she leaned back on the couch to distance herself. "Of course she did."
Bo's scowl, of course, bounced cleanly off the human's armor of feigned concern.
"Ok Bobolicious, you get the Fae deets while I ring up some of my boys. Someone will know something about this 'Fairy Dust, or whatever this Fae coke is called this week."
She looked up to Barta's drying eyes to confirm the name of the newest drug sensation and received a nod. She left it to Bo to get whatever else they might need from the distraught woman.
Bo's ears followed the rapid fire Russian streaming from her friend until she could no longer hear it easily, then returned to the client. She grabbed a spare notebook from the coffee table and, flipping through it quickly, tore out a few empty pages from the back. Her eyes followed the tight script of her lover's precise scientific notations even as she handed the Nymph the paper.
"Please write down whatever addresses and people you can think of that might help us get started. I'm just going to go up and get dressed. When Kenzi and I come back we'll get started right away."
"Ok, I will. Thank you."
Bo flashed a tight smile and a nod.
"No, it's fine. We'll find out what has happened with your daughter. You have my word."
