Part VIII: Revelation Over Pancakes

They had gotten halfway there before one Waverly stopped to consider the implications of going to breakfast at Shorty's; which was currently revenant central. Seras had left her coffin at the house, Nicole had a gun as always, and likewise Wynonna had Peacemaker. Waverly was the only person who didn't have claim to a weapon of some kind. Though she doubted that Seras would have any problems without a weapon from what she saw in the video of Seras avenging what looked like her first love. However, in a bar/dinner crowded with town folk, perhaps Seras' methods were a bit overkill.

Waverly decided this non-weapon situation would have to change soon, since things were getting quite heated, even if Wynonna had killed the last of the Seven, and Constance had been sealed away.

Bobo had taken the one place that Waverly had truly felt safe, and turned into his man cave! "Hey Waves, are you alright?" Nicole asked softly, clasping onto Waverly's hand.

Waverly turned to her girlfriend, and said, "Just wondering if it was the best idea to go to Bobo's home turf." Nicole shrugged, but turned to Wynonna in the back seat.

Wynonna for her part just laughed, "No one's getting hurt!" to which Seras grinned, really, really, hard, trying to not laugh. Yeah, this was gonna go just great, Waverly thought with trepidation.

In Shorty's, breakfast was well underway, with most of the patrons normal Purgatory folk. In the takeover, the daytime kitchen and bar staff stayed the same essentially except Waverly, who quit. The nighttime staff was pure revenant, but Bobo's crew was still around even in the daylight hours.

The doors opened and Wynonna walked in like an old timey cowboy followed by a determined looking Waverly and much more relaxed looking police girls, Seras with her cane extended in front of her. Waverly glanced at Wynonna's gunslinger swagger and thought absently that Doc Holliday would be proud.

The brief disturbance to the din of the breakfast rush hour was quickly washed away as the new arrivals found a booth towards the back, facing the door in a semi-circle. Wynonna was nothing if not on guard, with this setup, nobody could sneak up on them. Seras looked around Shorty's with a curiously innocence that turned almost sinister as she clearly located the four revenants in the room. They were none that the Earp sisters recognized, thought their telltale glares were evidence enough. A waitress walked over and took their orders of coffee, coffee, coffee, and the 'all the pancakes', before walking away.

"Seras, was that footage you inadvertently showed us earlier how you became a vampire?" Nicole asked almost casually as she took up a menu.

Seras returned her wandering gaze to the police girl across the table. "Well, that was when I came into my full powers, so in a way that was me becoming a full fledged creature of darkness, but I was already a vampire for months before that," the English blonde replied equally as casually, holding Officer Haught's curious gaze from behind her dark, opaque shades.

Waverly picked up where Nicole left off, "So how did you become a vampire?"

Seras began almost smugly, "Well, it was a dark and stormy night –,"

"Calm down there Siri," Wynonna interrupted dryly as Nicole and Waverly stifled small laughs.

"Alright, well it was at night and the moon was exceptionally bright," she stopped suddenly as the food arrived; it was all the pancakes indeed. Seras and Wynonna could barely contain their glee, actually; they straight up failed to contain their glee, it washed over everything and everyone: so basically just Waverly and Nicole.

Nicole sipped her coffee while she watched the elder Earp and the vampire dig into their pancakes with feral abandon. "I thought vampires were limited to a blood only diet?"

Seras spared the police girl a glance with half a pancake hanging out of her mouth; Wynonna couldn't suppress her laughter at the sight. Seras sent Wynonna a brief frown before devouring the rest of said pancake in one go before answering, "Well, I don't get sustenance from pancakes and other food per say, but my taste buds are just as functional as ever. Blood of course will taste best now, but let's be honest, pancakes are forever golden," she finished with a smirk and grabbed a new one to emphasize her point.

The feeding frenzy ebbed a tad once they were on their fourth plate of pancakes, Nicole and Waverley thus far had steered clear of the carnage going on with the pancakes. At some point in the scrum, Waverly and Nicole had hailed a waiter and asked for an omelet and an eggs benedict; a distinctly mature contrast to the chaos enjoyed by the rest of their group. The girlfriends exchanged a knowing look before gracefully eating their meal, all the while Wynonna and Seras were letting their pancake freak flags fly.

Some time later, well into the lunch hours, Wynonna slouched in the booth, totally full, while Nicole and Waverly were double-teaming Seras over by the pool table, well; it would be double-teaming if they were winning, which they were most certainly not. Bobo's thugs were beginning to sense something was off about the 'blind girl' who was dominating the table. Wynonna smirked at the uneasy looks they were shooting off, as visible to Wynonna as if they were party streamers. Wynonna supposed it was their revenant sixth senses for sensing stuff. The gunslinger's gaze shifted over to the smartly dressed Hellsing vampire.

Wynonna had to admire her figure, which she thought was basically flawless. Wait a moment; am I crushing on Seras? A GIRL? Wynonna may have looked and felt a bit like a beached whale, but her revelation was enough to have her sitting upright as she realized the truth of the moment. This wasn't like when she was at parties and flirted with girls she knew were homophobes just to troll them, this was becoming very real far too fast for her to handle right now. Wynonna was so distracted with this revelation about herself that she didn't notice the ginger deputy sheriff walk back to the booth for her second ice tea.

Nicole simply looked at the gun slinging Earp and followed her unnamable gaze back to the blonde brandishing the pool cue to tap the losing Waverly playfully on the head. Nicole lightly picked up her ice tea. Wynonna was still lost in her own mind for the moment while Nicole walked back over to the pool table; the knowing and empathetic grin on the Officer Haught's face was radiant.


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