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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]

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.