Fallon was starting to feel warm thanks to her drink and had begun to sink into her chair when the door opened and in walked a familiar face taking a seat at the bar. The young witch's interest peaked immediately. Her mouth curled into a smile as she stood from her chair and headed over.
"What are you doing out?" she said leaning against the bar and ordering a beer.
"I wanted a drink, Fallon," the woman turned and smiled, "I see you already have been."
"It's been a long day," she smiled taking a drink, "How have you been, Belaset?"
"Good," she laid a hand on Fallon's arm and leaned into her whispering into her ear, "I've missed you," Fallon could feel her breath on her ear and she got chills.
Belaset had beautiful brown hair that was currently pulled into a loose bun. She wore plain clothes, jeans, knee high boots, and a fitting sweater. Everything showed off her body; a body that Fallon remembered and knew very well. The witch was older than Fallon by 5 years, but was stunning none the less.
Lisbeth walked down the snow covered street, smoke billowing from her nose. She was nearing the Lion's Mane Tavern when the door to the building opened and out stumbled two women. Lisbeth recognized one of them immediately. Fallon had her arm across the other woman's shoulders that had her arms wrapped around the young woman's waist. Fallon was slightly taller than the other woman and Lisbeth could immediately tell they were more than just friends.
The young hacker stayed back from them letting them get further down the street before heading towards the tavern door. She watched the two women closely before they disappeared down a side street and was out of view.
Fallon apparated the two of them to Belaset's flat. The two immediately fell into bed, kissing and running their hands all over each other.
"Mmm Fallon it's been so long since we've had fun," moaned the witch as Fallon kissed her neck and grabbed her hips. Belaset ran her fingers through the young witch's hair and pulling her in for a kiss.
Fallon traced her fingers a long Belaset's neck and the witch fell asleep instantly. She smiled as she got up from the bed, buttoning her jeans, buckling her belt and throwing her thermal back on. She looked around the flat and then headed back to the bed. She sat down at the edge of the bed and from her coat pocket withdrew a vial. She then took out her wand, tracing it a long Belaset's temple before drawing out the familiar silver strand.
"It's been fun," Fallon kissed Belaset on the cheek before grabbing her jacket and heading out.
There were still a few hours until sunrise, but Fallon had sobered up a long time ago. Instead of apparating she decided to walk home. It wasn't that far and the night was crisp and beautiful. A few inches of snow had fallen and the streets were primarily empty except for a few drunks staggering home.
She rounded a corner when Lisbeth came into view and Fallon stopped immediately when she saw two people in black and knew immediately something wasn't right.
One of the figures in dark raised their arms and that's when Fallon struck with a flick of her hand the attacking cloaked figure was flung across the street. Fallon sprinted across the street.
"Lisbeth get back!" she shouted standing in front of the slightly stunned Swede. The two cloaked figures stood and drew their wands.
Lisbeth stood staring wide eyed at the scene before her. She knew Fallon who stood in front of her, but the other two were a mystery to her, but they had come to attack her.
Fallon held her ground. She waved her wand across her chest sending the two figures flying with a spray of blood into the air that left red lines in the snow. They cried out in agony and staggered to their feet and attacking again. One created a shockwave knocking Lisbeth to the ground, her bag going everywhere.
The young witch turned back to the mysterious figures, she swirled her wand causing the snow around them to envelope the two dark wizards, freezing them in place. Another flick of her wrist and the giant blocks of ice shattered.
Fallon helped Lisbeth her feet.
"What the fuck?" was Lisbeth's first question.
"I think it is time you and I had a chat…" Fallon said, "Cliché…I know, but let's go to my place."