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Characters: Wendy and Gawain
Date/Time: Evening/Sept 15
Location: On the streets/Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: TBD but probably PG-13 at least
Warnings: Language with a possibility of violence
Summary: Premature revelation

Her sisters were on the move, but she was stuck in fucking Lincoln. She needed to get north, but that damn security camera picked her up and now she was having to delay leaving. These yokel cops would grow bored soon enough and then she could boost a car and hit the road. Meanwhile, she hoped Vivien wasn't going to be too pissed.

Amazingly enough, though her description had been plastered all over the local news she hadn't been stopped once for questioning. Maybe it was that she didn't act guilty. She wasn't. She had only been doing as her nature demanded. See? It was natural. Nod, nod. She's had to stifle those urges for the moment if she wanted to continue on which sucked! But there she was, wearing clothing bought with stolen money and snapping away on a piece of gum as she headed for the convenience store to buy a pack of smokes with that stolen money. Damn but those old folks were rich!

[*lyrics: Ludo - Love Me Dead]

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The bartender nodded towards a corner where a jukebox sat with half its lights out. Gawain's drink order was put in front of him and the overpriced cost was grunted out.

The girl Wendy had followed into the bathroom came out a few minutes later going back towards her table. Gawain for some reason caught her attention and she glanced at him, showing off a recent cut over her cheekbone. She frowned, ducked her head and kept going at a more swift pace.

Trying his best to ignore the girl who just glanced at him, Gawain paid for the two drinks and took them back to the table. He looked across at the jukebox in the corner and wondered if the plan formulating in his mind was remotely feasible ....

She emerged from the hallway with a smile on her face and a saunter to her stride. Spotting "Nigel" she went towards him, invading his personal space entirely by pressing up against him, her hand on his chest and the other reaching for her drink.

"Did you see that girl?" She chuckled as she took a drink. "I can't believe she lets her old man treat her like that! You should have heard her in the bathroom."

Gawain tried to remain neutral, despite having her body pressed against his, and her attempt to stir him to rash action against the possibly abused girl's "old man."

He took a sip of his club soda. "Makes you wonder why she doesn't just leave the clown. Some women seem to thrive on abuse. I've never understand it." He looked at Wendy out of the corner of his eye. "So ... Wendy ... what do you do for a living?"

She hadn't expected him to go to the girl's rescue with just that. He was power. It meant he had more control over himself than that. Which was why she played a bit of a hand on the girl while they were in the bathroom.

She had slipped her arm around his waist as she gulped her drink, her attention turning back to the couple being discussed. A chance pulse of the lights could be blamed for her eyes flashing subtly.

She looked back up at "Nigel" with a grin at his question just as shouting began at the table with the couple. "This." She lifted her glass as if that were what she was talking about but then the slab of meat over there bitch slapped the girl, knocking her back off her feet.

Sensing a connection between Wendy and the ensuing fight, he said, "Cause fights? An aspiring political talk show host, are you?" He took a large swallow of his club soda and extricated himself from her grip.

He strode nonchalantly toward the downed girl and the big guy, as if ready to take on the latter ... but then took a quick turn and crossed to the jukebox in the corner, withdrawing some coins from his pocket.