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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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He hesitated. He had read enough folktales to know the potential danger of giving out one's name. Perhaps in time he could give out the name from this life, but he had no intention of revealing his Arthurian identity.

He flashed his best James Bond smile, complete with cocked eyebrow. "Who wants to know?"

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Her grin lifted as she leaned into him a bit more. "I'm Wendy." Hey, hey. Goodbye. Tomorrow Wendy you're going to die. That song was immediately stuck in her head. Good thing she liked it.

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He smiled a genuine smile now. "Wendy. A good name for you. I knew a heroine named Wendy, and she was a Darling as well."

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She laughed, her hand flat against his chest now. "First star on the left and straight on 'til morning, baby." She grinned up at him. "Buy me a drink."

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"Surely," he said. "This convenience store must have a good selection of bottled water and pop."

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Her brows lifted a little before she burst into laughter that held just an edge of manic to it.

"Not the kind of drink I was thinking of, stud."

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"I figured as much, but I only wanted to make sure," he said. Though still desperately uncomfortable, he no longer felt the sheer terror he had experienced a few moments ago. He was convinced she had some connection to all the strange happenings of the last three months, and he intended to learn more. He found himself wishing for the magic girdle ....

"Name your poison, babe."

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She ran her hand over his chest and pushed at him with the power, the influence she and her sisters could tap into.

"Scotch. Neat." She leaned up towards him to put her lips just out of touching range of his. "Now."

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"Very well, then. I believe this establishment can get you a Scotch, neat," he said, gesturing at a bar close to the convenience store.

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She smiled brightly and helped herself to his arm. "You never did tell me your name, sugar."

She started them towards the bar he'd indicated, her hips bumping against his slightly with every other step.

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Gallantly holding her arm, he weighed his options. Few things made him feel worse than lying, even when trying to protect someone. However, he definitely needed to protect himself here.

They approached the front door of the bar, and a sudden flash of inspiration came to him. A wry smile formed on his lips as he looked down at her.

"You can call me ... Nigel."

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She looked up at him and knew he was lying. That was all right. It just took another chink out of his armor, opening himself up to her power. Lying was a vice after all and that was her realm of expertise.

She chuckled and leaned against him playfully. "All right...Nigel."

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It was curious ... as soon as he uttered the false name, he could sense an ineffable power emanating from her. The sense of dread began to return. She had already caused one riot, and at a place where riots don't normally occur. Here in a bar, on Open Night Thursday, nearly anything could happen. He needed to handle the next few minutes very carefully.

He opened the door for her and bowed slightly. "After you, milady."

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She giggled for the bow and bounced a little on her toes. She was feeling energized from just that little bit! Oh he would be a feast for her master!

"C'mon, baby! Let's have some fun." She took his hand and bounced into the bar, pulling him with her.

Oh this place was perfect! Everyone was already imbibing, lusting, bitter. It was all here. It wasn't a challenge, but she had her challenge in her hand right behind her.

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He surveyed the loud, rowdy establishment. The bar scene had never been his scene, but for once he felt easier here than he would be out on one of his walks, alone with the femme fatale seductively gripping his arm.

His mind was racing, figuring what to do next. He saw an empty table in a corner and guided them toward it. Pulling out a chair for her, he bowed again. "Please."

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She giggled again and snapped her gum as she swept into the chair, grinning up at him. "Scotch. Not whiskey. Neat." She winked at him then set her chin in her hands, her elbows on the table.

She'd already gotten a look around briefly, looking for the perfect fuse to lit. She thinks she spotted it, but she'll have to wait to get a better look while "Nigel" got her drink.

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He nodded at her and walked toward the bar to order their drinks. He made sure to order himself something non-alcoholic, as he needed to remain sober. He surreptitiously noted escape routes: the front door, a hallway down one side that probably led to restrooms, another hallway that led to what looked like a manager's office, a large bay window overlooking the pool tables.

He turned back to her and winked.

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She blew him a kiss then once he looked away she went back to scanning the crowd. There. Yes. She'd been right. Perfect. Oh, perfect! Now all she had to do was bide her time.

It didn't take long. The girl got up from her table where she sat with the big mean looking guy. She headed for the hallway with the bathrooms and Wendy gave it a count to ten before getting up herself.

Her hands landed on "Nigel's" shoulders and her voice was right by his ear, her ah...assets...pressed against his back. "I gotta visit the little girl's room, sugar. Be right back."

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"Of course," he replied, trying to calm his growing arousal. He watched her walk toward the hallway with the bathrooms ... and also realized that there was a dance floor area. A few people were already out on it. This gave him an idea ....

He leaned toward the bartender and asked if there was a jukebox or karaoke machine in the house.

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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.

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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 ....

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.