"See, what did I tell you?" Roxie grinned at Savannah as she strode into the bar. "I knew Amy would convince Dad to let you go!"

"It's so weird to hear you call my mom by her first name," Savannah said as she sat down on a bar stool."

"Well, you call my mom something different, don't you?" Roxie asked. "It's the same thing."

"I have a question," Savannah asked Roxie.

"What?" Roxie replied.

"Could I...could I bring Jonathan here?" Savannah asked. "I know he's not a werewolf or whatever, but...I think if he's gonna be with me, he should see this place." She looked around. "It might horrify him, but I gotta put all the cards on the table."

"Sure, why not?" Roxie shrugged. "As long as he's with you, he shouldn't have trouble getting in."

"Here we are," Savannah said to Jonathan as they materialized in front of the bar. "You drink, right?"

"On occasion," Jonathan nodded. "But if you think you can make me buy you alcohol, you are sorely mistaken, young lady."

"Oh, I don't need you to buy it for me," Savannah replied. "If I want it, I have ways of getting it." Jonathan frowned at her as she pulled him along with her into the bar and brought him up to Roxie. "This is him!" She exclaimed. "This is the guy I pissed off Dad to be with!"

Just then, a guy on a bar stool turned and peered at Jonathan, looking him over. "What did *you* do to get dragged here?" He asked. "This isn't your sort of place."

"No, not really," Jonathan admitted and cocked his head toward Savannah. "She brought me."

"Well, how nice," he replied and got off the stool, coming toward Jonathan. "Let me get you a drink."

"Don't you think you've had enough, Uncle Elijah?" Savannah asked. "Did Daddy bring you? Where is he?"

"This is your uncle?" Jonathan asked Savannah.

"Yes," Savannah replied with a sigh. "Jonathan, meet my uncle, Elijah. Uncle Elijah, this is Jonathan."

"Oh, you don't need to introduce him," Elijah replied. "I've heard all about him from my brother."

"Oh, don't base your entire opinion of him on what Daddy's told you!" Savannah replied. "He's probably told you all bad things!"

"Well, it's true that none of it was very flattering," Elijah replied. Then he tripped and fell on his face. Roxie chuckled and Jonathan reached down to help Elijah to his feet. "What's got you in such a bad state?" He asked.

"Everything is awful!" Elijah cried. "My son likes to play with girly toys and my daughter is dating a young man who's a criminal! And the worst part of it is, I'm not even allowed to complain because according to Selina, I have to respect our children's boundaries and their right to make their own decisions and live their own lives. But what's the point of being a parent if you can't correct your children when they're going in the wrong direction?"

"You know, I completely agree," Jonathan replied as Savannah's jaw dropped. He then turned to face her. "I've had trouble with this one as well."

"But you're not my parent," Savannah reminded him. "If you were, that would be creepy."

"You have to concede, though, that your father is not the best at parenting," Jonathan replied. "If it were up to him, you'd probably get to do whatever you wanted."

"Well, except being with you," Savannah corrected. "I did get punished for that. He sent me to my room and then compelled me so I couldn't leave."

"Well, that's unusually parental of my brother," Elijah replied and gave a hiccup.

"Yeah," Savannah pouted. "And it really, really sucked!"

"So, about that drink?" Elijah asked Jonathan. "You want it?"

"Well, of course," Jonathan replied as a particularly burly and ferocious man walked past him. "I think that might be a good idea."

"If you two are just gonna sit there and drink while not getting me anything, I think I'll go and play pool, all right?"

"Be careful!" Jonathan called after her. "And stay where I can see you!"

"Don't say that to me!" Savannah cried. "I'm not a baby! I can take care of myself!"

"Well, we'll have a heck of a time explaining all away to your mother if something goes wrong," Jonathan replied. Savannah rolled her eyes at him and stomped off, while Elijah turned to Roxie, who set down two shots each in front of them. "Seems like you two need these," she said.

They nodded, toasted each other, and downed both the shots, then took two more, and two more, and when Savannah came back, stuffing a wad of cash that she'd won from hustling the pool table in her back pocket, she saw both men and grinned. "Well, this is cute," she said. "Did you two drink a little too much?"

"Yeah, they did," Roxie replied. "Of course, I was the one that was plying them with alcohol, so I suppose it was me who wasn't being very responsible."

"Why'd you do it, then?" Savannah asked, holding Jonathan up so he didn't fall flat on his face."

"I don't know," Roxie replied. "Maybe it's cause there's something inherently humorous about watching guys like Uncle Elijah get hammered." She paused as Klaus came striding into the bar. "Daddy!" Roxie and Savannah said at the same time, Roxie with a happy tone, and Savannah with a look of horror. Klaus looked back and forth between them. "Well, well, well," he said. "Nice to see the two of you being friends." He wryly eyed his brother, who saw him and was laughing crazily. "What have you done to your uncle, Roxanne?" Klaus asked.

"Nothing!" Roxie said. "I was just trying to loosen him up a little. And Jonathan too."

"Oh, you don't have to make excuses about Putnam," Klaus replied nonchalantly. "I really don't care much for him." He looked at Savannah. "Why'd you have to bring him here? It's bad enough he invaded my home! Why does he have to invade my bar too?"

"Cause I spend a lot of time here and sometimes, I might want to bring him also!" Savannah replied. "What's the problem with that?"

"Roxanne," Klaus turned to his other daughter. "Can you make some policy that makes it so that Putnam's not allowed in here?"

"No," Roxie said, laughing incredulously. "Why would I ban anyone from this place if they're trusted and they can pay?"

Klaus's face changed, and Roxie sighed. "What's the matter?" She asked tiredly.

"Nothing," Klaus replied. "Although I have to say that I wouldn't have expected you, of all people, to betray me so badly. I'm wounded, Roxanne. I really am."

"Oh, grow up!" Roxie scoffed. "And you might want to take Uncle Elijah home so Mom can put him to bed. He's had quite a bit to drink."

"No, I'll take myself home!" Elijah cried. "I don't want him anywhere near your mother!"

"Oh, for god's sake!" Klaus said. "I'm a married man, remember?"

"So?" Elijah asked. "I still don't trust you!"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said and took Elijah by the arm, trying to keep a grip on him as he struggled.

"Your uncle is a very uptight sort, isn't he?" Jonathan asked Savannah once they were gone.

"Yes," Savannah nodded. "That's something you should remember yourself."

"I'm not uptight!" Jonathan protested.

"You practically wet yourself when I brought you in here!" Savannah pointed out.

"Well, look at all the people around here!" Jonathan whispered. "The scoundrels, ruffians, and the like. How can you not be terrified every time you walk in the door?"

"Cause I've got magic and can cause people a lot of trouble if they start crap with me," Savannah replied. "And so do you...remember that. There's nothing to be scared of."

Emboldened by the truth of this statement, Jonathan strode up to a group of burly werewolves who were smoking in the corner, eating peanuts, and tossing the shells on the floor. "You know," he said, "You really shouldn't be smoking. It's a filthy habit that endangers everyone's health. You should stop that right this instant."

"Oh, yeah?" One of the guys said, flicking ashes on Jonathan. "Who's gonna make me stop? You? Don't make me laugh!"

"Oh, don't underestimate me!" Jonathan replied. "I'm full of drink and magic, and I can do whatever the hell I like!" But before he could make a move, he was punched in the face, and dropped to the ground immediately. Savannah then came running over and dropped down on her knees beside him. "Jonathan?" She asked, staring at her nearly unconscious would-be boyfriend. "Are you okay?" She then gave the guy a dirty look. "What'd you have to punch him for? You know he only said those things cause he's drunk!"

"He's with you, Savvy?" The man's eyes widened and he and his friends backed away. "Sorry."

"Yeah, you better be," Savannah replied with narrowed eyes. Once they'd disappeared, she helped Jonathan to his feet. "I'm gonna take you home," she said. "I think you've had enough fun for one day." As they made their way out, they were stopped by a man with a camera. "Take your picture?" He asked. "If's for a new membership thing."

"Do we have to?" Savannah asked.

"Yes," the man insisted.

"All right," Savannah sighed. "Take the fucking picture, then." He did, and then Jonathan and Savannah left. Jonathan woke up with a hangover the next morning, but was quickly snapped out of it when his father stormed into his room and held out a paper. "Explain to me what you were doing at a werewolf bar!" He demanded. "And this redhead you're with? Don't tell me she's a werewolf and you picked this time of all times to cheat on poor Audrey!"

"What have you done?" Marcel asked as he stared, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating Susanna. She'd done this before once already, and here she was again.

"I aged myself a bit," Susanna replied, striding into Marcel's apartment and feeling irritated that she had to repeat herself. "Savannah helped. I thought it would make us closer."

"And just how much did you age yourself?" Marcel inquired.

"I'm twenty," Susanna replied. "So if you want to see what I look like without this dress, all you gotta do is unzip the zipper."

Marcel reached out with a shaky hand and tried to undo the zipper of the little dress. It took him awhile, though, and eventually, Susanna got impatient, using her magic to make the dress disappear. She was about to turn around when she heard a thunk! and noticed Marcel was on the floor.

"You poor guy," she said, zapping him into bed. "Was this too much too soon?"

Marcel mumbled and Susanna leaned down to kiss his forehead before zapping more casual attire on herself and going to the living room to wait for him to wake up.

When he finally did come into the living room, he gave her a look, especially after taking note of her jeans and t-shirt. "Did you stand outside my door in a sexy outfit?" He asked. "Or did I just imagine that?"

"No, you didn't imagine it," Susanna replied. "And it's something I want to apologize for. It was obviously too soon for you to handle hot, sexy me."

Marcel chuckled. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," he said. "I can handle it. All that passing out I did, it won't happen again now that I've recovered from the initial shock of seeing you so attractive. Or even just seeing you at all!"

"No," Susanna continued, turning away from him and biting her lip on a smile. "I'll just...I'll just go and come back later."

"No!" Marcel cried and sped over to block the door. "You're not going anywhere! You're staying here! Hell, all night if you have to."

"But if I'm staying all night," Susanna said, getting close to him. "What will I do for pajamas? I didn't bring any with me. And you only have one bed!"

"Well, no one said you needed clothes," Marcel replied. "You can come in my bed without them."

Susanna smiled. "Well, aren't you a sweet talker?" She paused. "I really wouldn't want to impose, but if you insist!" She stepped forward, put her arms around him, and kissed him. He backed her into his bed, removed her clothes, pulled off his shirt and his pants, and they spent the time making love in his bed until Marcel awoke at three in the morning, gasping as he looked down at Susanna in shock. He couldn't believe that he'd spent the day with her. And the night. It was too much! Had he lost his mind? He needed help, and there was only one person who could help him. He moved Susanna off him, and she let out a moan without waking up. Then, Marcel put on a pair of pants and, heedless of the hour, went to dial Henry. He would probably be sleeping and hate being woken up, but Marcel figured that once he knew about Susanna, and what she'd done to herself, he'd be forgiven for calling and waking Henry up. He would understand that this was an emergency, and if anyone could handle Susanna, it would be her brother.