“I’ve turned the eyes of a few straight males before...Asexual….”Oliver sighed, put out but not overly upset. He was bound to miss one or two times with his charms… “Thanks, I’d only try to run you out of here if you came here to cause trouble… and seeing as you come here a lot that’s clearly not the case… so you’re safe.” Oliver offered one more flirtatious smile before he accepted the number and went back to his group of friends who began to question him animatedly.
“Where's his number? It doesn't count if it’s a let down hotline!” Wo’rug snorted through hi big nose and carefully Oliver handed over the number. The big orc worked with telephones and their numbers, he had an uncanny ability to know if a phone number was fake or to one of those dump lines that some girls gave out to get creeps off their backs. “Well the ancestors be praised… it’s the real deal.” The orc had a mix of a frown and a grin.
“He clearly wasn’t receptive to your flirting wolf boy… but at least he was nice enough to not tear you down.” a male with red hair, pale blue skin and piercing yellow eyes said around a mouthful of fangs. The slits on his neck fluttering before he took a sip of his water, there where many glasses of water in front of the male that clearly was used to being in water.
Oliver shrugged as he pocketed the phone number before sneaking a sip of Farrah’s pixie martini. The overly bubbly texture strange on his tongue but it would affect him the same way it would a human. “Even with my charm I’m bound to miss the mark once or twice. I didn’t score with you either Derry.” Oliver tilted his head towards the fish man who grumbled to himself about already having a mate that would rip his fins off for sleeping with another man, flirting was fine.
The dark haired shifter settled in for a night of getting playfully ribbed about his miss by his friends, maybe he’d convince Farrah to have another roll in the hay with him… she was a free spirit of a fairy and she had about another 100 years before she felt the urge to settle down.
Green eyes with flecks of amber kept glancing towards Ryan with a curious nature to them.
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HannaBelle had not gone straight to sleep that night, she looked over the card that Karla had given her, watching the iridescent letters move as she tilted the car this way and that. A soft mew from her lap had her moving one had to pet the calico cat that had decided to nap on her lap, another of her teachers many cats. The red headed witch didn’t have a familiar of her own yet. She needed her witches license for that… to bring her magic to a animal to make it her companion, letting it help her with spells and potions and things like that. Part of her thought that she might not even have one… because she wanted to focus on potions...not get pulled into the political shit storm that the world of magic was becoming. More and more illegal magicks where being practiced in the underground markets...sadly though those markets where the only places to get some rare ingredients for potions and spells, it was one of the reasons that the leaders of the magical realms had not cracked down fully on taking down the markets.
HannaBelle had accompanied Granny Tamick to one once… when she was 13, a vital year for a witch to find out what type of magic they were suited for...while she still hadn’t been allowed to find out her true magic nature… Granny Tamick had said that she had potential, and an aptitude for general magic, no real specialization...which oddly enough was a specialization in itself apparently… still...that was one of the reasons she wanted to focus on potions.
Shaking her head slightly as she placed the car down and scooped up the cat from her lap, already in her PJ’s she let herself fall to her bed, the cat curling up on her side as she fell asleep. A few more of the cats crawling into her bed during the night, most of the older ones staying with their mistress in the first floor bedroom.
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Oliver was slightly drunk as he stumbled out of his car from the passenger seat, Farrah was in the driver's side, the least drunk out of all in the group that night. Hs families home was a little bigger than the average home, mostly because ALL his family lived in it… uncles or aunts that married into the family still moved into it, there were a few different names under one roof now because of that but they all were loyal to the McDool name.
“Th-Thanks -hick- a-again Fa-fa-Farrah.” Oliver grinned drunkinely as his fairy friend giggled as she helped him to the front door, he managed to unlock it and get inside with a parting kiss to the fairies cheek before she was zooming off on her own towards her apartment.
Oliver all but collapsed into his bed in his room, he no longer had to share one with his siblings and he was thankful for the solitude and the ability to bring people home if he was so inclined. Falling to sleep his mind conjured up visions of pale skin, dark hair and dark clothes, and that rambling voice….lingering traces of the humans scent clouded his sleep as he passed out.
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HannaBelle was walking quickly from the campus cafe with a big cup of dark coffee with witches hazel sprinkles on top of the whipped cream topping the dark drink. She didn’t have any classes till after lunch today, but she was here to check on the prices of the mechanics classes, mostly their prices on fixing student vehicles… and while it was labeled a mechanic course, they learn to fix all sorts of transportations, from brooms, to vacuums to motorcycles like HannaBelle’s ‘Beast’ sitting in the town home garage.
“Hey sssexy witch.” A tall male with green scales greeted her. Rolling her hazel eyes HannaBelle approached the snake man.
“Vert… I’m here to-” “Check the prices again yesss?” Frowning at being interrupted she nodded with a sigh, she knew that Vert meant no disrespect… his kind always interrupt each other. It was their way of showing a level of comradery among each other and it seemed it had bleed over into their interactions with other species.
“Yeah… the Beast need fixing… and taking the trains and buses is getting to be to much…” HannaBelle said rubbing her forehead slightly, her long flame colored locks where all loose today, slightly disheveled as she had not had a chance to brush them this morning.
The snake man nodded, his tail rustlign behind him as he flipped through some papers to see the prices. This wasn’t HannaBelle’s first time coming here for repairs to her precious bike… the thing was it was a human made bike that she had upgraded magically herself… so parts where harder to come by. Letting out a surprised hiss the snake man pulled out a list and laid it flat for the witch to see.
“Because of the carnival coming up the big boss if giving big discounts, hoping to draw in more people for lots of work… says here that it would cost about 150 for your bike.” He noticed the witches wince and sighed with sympathy. “You know the boss doesn't like human made things.. But that’s the lowest price we have during this sale… i could try and clip on my student discount of that will help?” The snake man asked with soft hisses.
“It might… I need to check my account… thanks again Vert… I’ll make sure to have that lotion you like ready before this weekend then ok?” HannaBelle gave a smile to the snake man and he had a hissing laugh, neither of them were attracted to each other but they could half flirt with words and actions. HannaBelle never had her heart in the flirting though… because she was drawn to the more soft forms of her fellow females… and while that was no problem to the other magical people in the community.. It was still a issue with the humans she hung out with when she was home. Friends from her day in human school, her own parents who thought she was just too picky somedays to find a boyfriend… Vert had met the Owens before… nice couple and they would just be happy to see their daughter happy… with a male or female… at least that the impression the snake man had of them.
Watching the witch leave he sighed and went back to sorting papers.
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His head was killing him…. He had drunk a lot last night and his dreams had not helped. Today he worked a full day in the factory, cutting and packing meat. All grades and types, the ones that humans were used to and… some more less savory kinds that magical creatures would eat now and then. Oliver tried to not think about some of the dark or overly bloody meats the cup up.
“You’ll get used to it son.” His father always said. Yeah.. Oliver didn’t think he ever would. Rubbing his temple with the inside of his wrist to try and stop the headache that the sounds of machinery wasn’t helping. The shifter knew it would be a long day.