A/N: God, I can't take it anymore! I had to update! I was possessed by the writing spirit and one sentence reviews excite me way too much so here it is. I'm probably going to finish this story by the end of the week to be honest ha ha!
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As she was driving halfway en route to the Dark Fae club, she contemplated whether she should turn back and maybe pay her grandfather a visit instead. Just out of courtesy. She was sure that if Trick sends Dyson to check up on her again, it wouldn't be long until she pushes him away too.
It didn't take much time for her to decide as she turned her car around at the next intersection and went against the flow of traffic (which earned her a few profanities from passersby) She pushes hard on the accelerator, the sounds of simultaneous car beeping seeming distant as she blatantly ignored all the commotion she had caused. She drove back into the main road, then slowly proceeds into the small familiar streets she had seen countless times before.
She purposely avoided The Dal because of the things that happened. When the ancients came to town and basically incinerated half of the city's population, she couldn't bear seeing the hurt and pain it brought amongst the people. A lot of faes would head straight into the Dal to mourn, which meant either they would drink until they pass out, drink and struggle not to pass out or destroy every single part of the vicinity with their intoxicated and uncontrollable self.
The ever-so-patient Blood King had to pay a lot of bills for that year.
A mope-y Bo was a dangerous Bo. Add that pitiful event as a contributing factor to her debilitating soul and well, let's just say this time things will not end well for everybody.
Ever since Tamsin left, Trick has that weird way of letting Bo know that he notices everything and anything off. Although, his subliminal hints of condolence hadn't held much of an impact to her. Bo was too busy remembering that the Dal used to be her hunting ground. She'd rather not be reminded of how frenzied she was, constantly coming and going into the place the year before. Picking up men, women or both: all for the sake of the feed. All to drown those pesky feelings she had developed for someone who might be truly and honestly gone.
I've had so many different chi stain me, I feel so indecent.
But the main reason she evades the pub is because she had a lot of memories with Tamsin there. She would always beat herself up mentally when she came in for a drink and finding the seat next to her empty.
She should be here next to me.
And the gnawing feeling comes back to haunt her, increasing ten-fold by the minute until it makes her want to vomit. So she decided she should periodically visit, important events and such, but nothing more.
She arrived ten minutes later but lingers inside her car just a bit longer. She fidgets with her keys, tugging them slightly then occasionally jabs them on the back part of her hand leaving zigzag-like indents on her soft skin. She brings her hand up close to her face and examines the redness that developed on the particular area. Oh the shit I do to distract myself.
Feeling as though she had stayed for too long and that it was getting a little bit hot and humid inside the small space of her truck, she checks herself out in the rearview mirror and retouches her makeup. Then she thinks about how silly it was for her to have an irrational fear of pubs.
She chuckled instantly at the thought and then abruptly stops, her eyes scanning fiercely at the cars in front of her to see if somebody had caught sight of that very awkward moment.
She releases a huff of breath and casually gets out of the car.
Here I go.
She oozed fake-confidence, with her head held high and all as she walked toward the building. It was as if nothing was hurting her. She figured this type of fake-composure was the only thing that was keeping her sane.
As soon as she opened the door to the Dal, she stopped right into her tracks. For what she saw caused a series of memories to surge right in. Good memories. The familiar form of a lady she hadn't seen in over two years, now stood 20 meters away from her.
A first in a very long time, she was genuinely sure that her heart was going to explode. But not out of anger or sadness, but with complete and utter joy.
The girl turns her head at the direction of the door, assuming it was just another boring patron but to Kenzi's surprise.. it was entirely far from.
BOBO? Kenzi squints her eyes just to make sure.
BOBO! Kenzi squeals as she ran quickly towards one of the most valuable persons in her life. Her arms spread wide open like she was about to give Bo a bone-crushing hug.
Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH! She exclaims, each word spoken a decibel higher than the last.
Ohhhh myy gooossh! She reaches Bo in record time and nearly topples her over the table behind.
Shit! You weren't supposed to know I was here yet! I was going to surprise you! Kenzi declares excitedly with her mouth tightly pinned against her best friend's shoulder. It sounded more like a murmur.
Yeah, and apparently going to the Dal was way more important than visiting me first. Bo replied in blithe sarcasm, reciprocating an equally as tight hug to the smaller brunette.
Oh yeah! Well, I had to get my drink on. Kenzi says cheekily and then promptly retorts back Of course not you dummy! while tapping Bo's head lightly from behind.
It's because I needed to pick up the bestest, oldest, most prized wine Trick happily reserved for me like a loooonggg time ago. So thanks to MOI, now we can drink the finest, awesomest wine in the whole world in this "not-a-surprise-anymore" reunion! Kenzi pauses in the briefest of moments before she continues.
And also, I just got here like 20 minutes ago! Trick has been in that cellar for like 15. You can't be blaming me Bobo-licious! I mean I had to. I can't show up in your house like I just didn't come from Spain! Have you even seen my TAN…? She explained, in a very "dduuuuhh" like sounding manner.
She gently pries herself away from the half-embrace to cup Bo's face into her hands.
Oh my sweet Succubus, you haven't aged at all. Not fair for a human like me. Kenzi pouted, looking sad.
A mock-hurt expression can be seen on Bo's face, all the while thanking the gods for giving her this eccentric, loving and bubbly little petite russian. She is very honored to call Kenzi as her best friend.
Bo opens her mouth like she was about to respond after her best friend's rapid monologue but then, of course, Kenzi beat her to it.
You know what- She brings both of her hands up like she was about to get arrested and thrusts them slightly forward -save it.
She turns around and drags Bo along with her to the direction of the bar.
Let's go to this new apartment of yours! I mean you've only been sending me pictures. What are your neighbors like? Are your walls really truly white or are they pasty yellow? We will never know.. unless I go there.. now… Her voice trails off as she lets go of Bo's hand to grab three heavy-looking bottles at the end of the counter from a very sweaty and exhausted-looking Trick.
Kenzi's expression changes slightly like that of a child caught stealing candy.
I'm sorry Trick, I didn't know it was that hard to find them bottles…She murmurs apologetically, now looking like a sad puppy abandoned in the middle of the streets. In the pouring rain.
As soon as she saw Trick smile and shrug his shoulders as if to say I had to, she was instantly back to her usual happy and perky self.
Anyway, uhh thanks for these..! BEST BLOOD KING EVER! The last bit whispered with intense enthusiasm. She winks at him and tries to shape her hand into that of a gun.
When she figured she couldn't do so because of the bottles occupying her arms and hands, she gives up and says to him instead TA-TA! See you on the flipside! Just kidding..! I don't want to die again he he Kenzi said more to herself than she did to the elder.
Then she looks to where Bo was standing and Trick follows her line of view.
Bo meets Tricks gaze and manages a sheepish smile and a small wave of the hand, mouthing a soft Hey.
Trick nods his head in acknowledgement. It's good to see Bo up and running. If I had to send Dyson one more time, she probably would have fought him to death. He laughs to himself momentarily, imagining the distraught wolf coming in to the Dal with torn clothes and a bloody face full of scratches.
But then his inner voice suddenly became serious.
I wonder if she knows… Trick asks himself, but dismisses the thought as a customer on his periphery called for his attention. He quickly smiles to both of the ladies and turns around to entertain the patron. He is most especially grateful for Kenzi's keen compliance after he called her to come visit as soon as possible.
A very untimely but anticipated event is about to happen and Trick is almost certain Bo is going to need every person she's got.