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[courtintrigue]

Another trip through the Crossroads, another visit to this strange place. Again, the area nearest the door is where her skin most prickles with something sharp, something electric. In her visits here she has never seen anyone use magic as she does, but the act of entering seems significant enough.

There is no sign of the man she talked to the last time she found herself here, but she has no intention of letting that take away from the experience. This time she receives a glass of wine from the man behind the bar, and as she sits she observes the people around her.

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[courtintrigue]

The offer is startling, both for how abrupt it is and for how seemingly genuine. Is he so moved by her interest in his son's well-being?

Is he simply lonely? 'Tis difficult to say, but she has seen little guile on him in the time he has been beside her.

"That is a very kind offer." The corners of her mouth curve. "But I will spare you the difficulty of explaining me to your mother."

Or anyone else. She... does not even have reason to believe she can leave this place with someone, although the idea is intriguing.

"I wish you good fortune, Jax."

[redwoodoriginal]

Now that's funny. "More like sparing me the difficulty of explaining Ma to you."

But it's okay. He doesn't have to push, and he's got plenty to occupy his thoughts. With a grin, he pats his chest pocket.

"Got the good luck stone right here. I must be charmed."

And that's also funny, considering where he's from. Pushing back from the bar, he stands and tugs on the bottom of his kutte, reaches in his pocket for his keys. For a brief moment he thinks about leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek, but she's not one of the girls from Charming and he's not looking to pick anyone up. He's got enough shit on his plate.

"Hope I see you again sometime." He does, too. There's something about her that's... well, shit, she reminds him a little of Tara, he guesses, with the dark hair and eyes and the no-bullshit attitude, and he wouldn't mind seeing Tara in a get-up like the one Morrigan's wearing, maybe, some day. "You sure you don't need a ride someplace?"

She can even wear his helmet.

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Unbidden, laughter creeps out of her as she watches him push away from the bar.

His mother is apparently quite a woman.

"I am quite sure," she maintains, despite her nebulous interest in seeing what would happen if she tried. One of these times she should attempt it, but now is most certainly not the time. "I found my way here and I am certain to find the way back. Perhaps next time."

[redwoodoriginal]

"All right. See you next time, Morrigan." He gives her a tiny salute, flips his keys around his palm a couple times, and heads for the door.

No one better be fucking with his Harley, that's all he has to say about it. Luckily for everyone at the place, his bike's right where he left it.

He makes note of where the place is before leaving it behind in the dust, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of a great fucking meal on the horizon. Hopefully, Ma won't kill him for being late.