The Layover {Kazooie, Bridget}

[Banjo]

It hadn't taken all that long for the plane to take off. Banjo had been excited to see New York, excited to hop into the new world and experience what there was to see. He hadn't been this excited about an adventure or a trip for... years, probably. He'd been content to sit at home. But he'd gotten antsy, and, well, here they were.

Except here they weren't. Here they were in Dublin. They'd ended up with a layover when the States had reported a really terrible storm that they wouldn't be able to traverse. So it would add another day on to their time. It was mid afternoon, and Banjo was actually quite nervous about ending up plopped down right smack in the middle of Witch Territory. He didn't think Grunty was still alive, but could any other witches be trusted? The only other user of magic he'd known had been Mumbo, and even he'd been more morally ambiguous than Banjo really would have preferred. Did magic just come with evil? Or was it just a series of bad decisions? Banjo still wasn't sure, but he still hadn't quite been proved wrong in his assumption that those who chose the magical ways were usually pretty evil.

Banjo wasn't quite confident being here, no, but he did think that if the situation came to it, he and Kazooie could take on anyone that tried to beat the tar out of them. They'd done it before, and they could do it again.

He twiddled his thumbs idly, sitting on one of the many padded seats inside the airport. "You wanna go do something? See somewhere? I'm sure there's... something."

If Kazooie wanted to go somewhere and explore, he'd get up and go without a complaint. He wasn't really too keen on the idea of sleeping in the airport, anyway.

words [ 308 ]
mood [ little grumpy ]
outfit [ yellow t-shirt and signature shorts ]
tag [ Kazooie, Bridget Cassidy ]
notes [ when will my post template come back from the war ]

[Kazooie]

Kazooie was NOT happy to have her metaphorical wings clipped so early by circumstance. So maybe they should have taken a look at the American weather forecasts before they decided on a date. Maybe, if they had been prepared, they wouldn't have been planning on flying into the remnants of a hurricane. But they were so intent on getting out as soon as possible (once their leave was accepted and Tooty had the house under control) that they just hadn't thought about it. So now, they were stuck in Dublin.

For an entire day.

It could be worse. Grunty herself could have crashed the plane. 

Well, that was dark as shit.

Instead of focusing on intrusive thoughts, she paid attention to Banjo's thumbs. They circled around nine times one way, and eleven times the other. Then it was ten and ten. Eleven and nine. Ten and ten. She was clearly bored out of her wits. But when Banjo suggested they go out and explore, she wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, they could start their vacation early, explore the "emerald isle" some. But, on the other, they were crossing enemy lines into the midst of magic. Anything could happen.

Anything could happen.

That was enough to draw the bird into action. "Why the fuck not," she said as she jolted out of her seat. "Let's go out. We'll find a map, explore a bit of Dublin, get a hotel room, and sleep there instead of this goddamned airport." She picked up her luggage and walked over to the information bulletin board. There, she pulled out several folded maps of Dublin and Ireland itself. She tucked most of them away in her purse haphazardly, struggling with her luggage, before she finally put it all back down again. Once all was away, she opened up the map and looked for a decent restaurant, or maybe a hopping club. The fae party hard, right?

NOTES ;; ~[I've had a rough week. Sorry in advance.]~
MOOD;; ~[Grouchy bird]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[link]~
TAG ;; ~[Bridget Cassidy, Banjo]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[In Our Talons, Bowerbirds]~
WORDS ;; ~[approx. 315]~

[Bridget Cassidy]

Business had been pretty good, the last few weeks. 

More and more Americans had been slowly making their way to Ireland, as they did during certain parts of the year. Spring and autumn were the most popular, but there was no denying the gentle rise of profit Titania's Garden had been enjoying these last few weeks. Americans enjoyed Ireland in the summer almost as much as the spring, though that was probably due to its constant green state. That, and the alcohol. There was no denying Ireland's love of alcohol.

It was at times like this Bridget truly missed her daughter. She knew that Guinevere was out there, running and trying to live her left as best as possible, given her husband's nature, but a part of her wanted the young Cassidy back. Before Guinevere had married, she and Bridget had been as close as close could be, thicker than thieves and stronger than cement. Like most of Fae decedent, mother and daughter had shared that bond, and so much more. Her heart ached for her daughter. Her heart ached for her cooking partner and gossip whisperer.

But her heart could ache all it wanted. Guin had to find her own way, and whether or not that way included Bridget was something she could not interfere with. And so the old witch put all her hope and love and faith into Titania's Garden. She brought in more and more guests each year, to the point she had built a second building as a sort of inn. She could only house a maximum of ten guests, but the charm of the place had people waiting to sleep near the Faerie Lands.

Even now, as the dinner rush was winding down, she still had a few guests trickling in. For food or for bed, Bridget wasn't sure. The only thing she knew was that, hopefully, she would be gaining more coin in her pocket and more scraps to offer the Fae tonight.

"Good evenin', loves," the Irish accent was thick on her tongue, and the smile on her face was unmistakable. "Can I help ya with anythin'?"

WORDS ;; 355
THOUGHTS ;; Guests? Guests!!! (Also the outfit is wITHOUT the undone tie)
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Banjo ; Kazooie
CREDIT ;; the prayer,celine dion

[Banjo]

The bear and bird had decided to take their chances with a place that sounded... well, less witch, more fae, and had gone to Titania's Garden. It sounded good, and it was a place to eat, so they'd figured, why not? Worst case scenario... well, worst case scenario wasn't an option. But second worst case scenario, they'd just pop out and find somewhere else to eat. It had also been recorded as an inn, so if the price was reasonable enough, they'd also have a place to sleep for the night and wouldn't have to go looking for a hotel.

The inside looked clean enough that Banjo wasn't on edge about the idea of sleeping there. As a matter of fact, it actually looked pretty comfy. "Um," he started, scratching at his ear, "we'd like some food, if that's okay, and then..." He looked over at Kazooie. "If you're okay staying the night here, and if there are any rooms open, we'd like a room as well. Food first, though."

He hadn't meant to sound so awkward about it, but that had been how it'd come out anyway. He was normally pretty chill, but the whole plane business had really set him on edge. He really hoped that he wasn't going to sit down to eat only to find someone that looked like they'd come straight out of the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't think he'd be set off if they did, as long as no sudden moves were made... but this place looked nice and he didn't want to end up breaking anything just because he'd been through some shit. He was pretty sure Kazooie felt the same way.

Banjo looked around, taking in the decor. It really was a nice place. This was a beautiful country. It really was a shame it'd gone to the people that he trusted the least.

words [ 312 ]
mood [ on edge, but otherwise fine ]
outfit [ yellow t-shirt and signature shorts ]
tag [ Kazooie, Bridget Cassidy ]
notes [ cries about post template ]

[Kazooie]

When Banjo suggested Titiana's Garden after perusing a long list of restaurants in the area, Kazooie had agreed without much fuss. It was named after the Fae queen, if the bird could remember right, which had been thought a good sign overall. After all, there were clearly witch-based establishments all over the place, with names like "Eye of Newt" (How unoriginal! And unappetizing...) and "The Broom Closet," which would only put the two on edge. 

Zooie was on edge anyway. As they arrived at the inn-and-restaurant combo, they were quickly greeted by a woman who was attractive as hell. However, the normal feeling of sexual desire in the bird was quickly silenced by a shockwave of fear; it spread through her body and nearly rendered her as immobile as stone. Her face fell as she felt the awareness overcome her... for the first time in years, she was face to face with a witch again.

Fucking shit - no - fuck - gods damn it all--

She could vaguely hear Banjo talking. It was taking every emotional resource she had to not "bird out" on them. As it was, her eyes were slightly glazed over. Her focus was on what she would do. She noted all the exits. She looked at Banjo's backpack, which was full of junk--no space for a bird to fly the bear out if they needed. Instinctively, her hands clawed. How many others? The mealtime rush had clearly died down, but she identified at least five other potential threats. There were baubles and shiny things everywhere, some of which were glass.

Shatter those, if I have to. Drop them on heads, maybe. Shit. I need to find a way to tell Banjo. How. How? How do you--phone.

She reached for her phone inside her purse.

This would be a lot easier if I still had my goddamn brick phone, she thought bitterly as she tried to text Banjo. The message would likely read something like a code, thanks to autocorrect, but hopefully something would make sense to him. 

[witch. no goof. may more. pep to leaf ass soon as positive]

NOTES ;; ~[Kazooie hasn't been around fae much, so she doesn't catch the fae in her yet (whoo shifter powers being totally misleading). She will and then calm down.. eventually. And she won't pick a fight while she's this panicked. This is the first time she's really dealt with a witch since Grunty, as she kept herself as far away from interaction as possible.]~
MOOD;; ~[Absolutely fucking terrified. She did not think this trip through very well and is starting to regret it.]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click!]~
TAG ;; ~[Bridget Cassidy, Banjo]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[Little Lion Man, Mumford and Sons]~
WORDS ;; ~[~350]~

[Bridget Cassidy]

Bridget smiled at the two, bobbing her head, but did not more towards the couple. Instead, she headed towards a table and began to pick the plates and cups from its surface. As she bussed the tables, the Witch nodded towards a cluster of already clean and already empty wooden tables, "You two just have a seat, all right? The menus are by the door. Just take a peak, an' I'll be with you in just a minute. We can discuss lodgin' after a good meal, aye?"

Now, don't for one second think that Bridget was going into this situation blind, or unaware of what her guests were. She was a daughter of the Lady Titania, after all, and with both her grandmother's magic and her own, could sense that the two were neither human or witch, but instead a pair of Shifters. That did not bother her as much as it might have others, as many different people and races came through Dublin, Ireland. It was a tourist town, and she was a business woman.

She needed the money. They needed food. It was an easy trade.

"You two visitin', or just stuck over 'cause of the layovers?" Bridget stacked more plates into her bucket, then laid then cups on top. As she made her way to the kitchen, she continued to try to make idle chitchat with her newest guests. "I heard about tha', um... tha' hurricane, blockin' the way. Such a shame, really. Not for me, of course." She placed the box on the counter, unloading the dirty dishes into the sink. "It brings me more guests."

After washing off her hands, Bridget made her way back to them, drying her hands off on her apron. With a smile on her face, she plucked the pen and notepad from her pocket. "All right, loves, sorry about that. You two decided on anything? I'll tell you now, in keeping with the spirit of the Fae, we've got a lovely selection of garden and spring salads. Vegetarian and vegan options are available. But, no fret, there are non-vegetarian options for all you meat lovers." At that, she gave Banjo a wink.

"So. You got anything in mind?"

WORDS ;; 368
THOUGHTS ;; Helllllll yea hotties and shifters. Let's try this.
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Banjo ; Kazooie
CREDIT ;; the prayer,celine dion

[Banjo]

Banjo nodded, grabbing a menu and a table for the pair. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it. It could wait until after he'd gotten something in his belly--he was starving. He glanced over the menu, taking in the variety as he moved toward the empty table he'd been eyeing. There were a lot of greens, and a reasonable selection of meat as well. He'd probably make a better decision when he was sitting at the table and could actually look at the options instead of glancing up to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything every few seconds.

"Yeah, layovers" the werebear said, nodding. "It's a little bit annoying because we had plans for where we were going to go and when, but... this place is really cool, so I think stopping here was good in the end." He sat down, then surreptitiously checked his phone while waiting for Bridget to return. The text had been from Kazooie, who looked thoroughly uncomfortable.

[witch. no goof. may more. pep to leaf ass soon as positive]

Banjo raised an eyebrow, completely confused by her text. All he'd really understood was "witch," though that was enough to set him on edge. He tensed slightly, preparing himself to fight or flee if necessary, then turned back to his menu and shoved his phone in his pocket as Bridget returned.

"Oh, that's neat," Banjo said, nodding as Bridget talked about her options, though he was slightly confused by the wink. "Uh. I think I'll have the, um, the tilapia. And some water would be nice." He set down his menu, nodding to make sure he had cemented his decision in his mind. So. There was a witch about. He was getting fish, which he hadn't had in quite some time. And Kazooie kept looking at him with some sort of urgency that he didn't really follow.

Today was going to be weird, he could feel it.

words [ 313 ]
mood [ tense and hungry ]
outfit [ yellow t-shirt and signature shorts ]
tag [ Kazooie, Bridget Cassidy ]
notes [ none ]

[Kazooie]

As Banjo sat himself down with menu in hand, Kazooie was half a mind to bolt right out the door and never look back. Of course, she couldn't do that--the bear couldn't defend himself for his life and would make a mess of things if he went on the offensive. He was meant to be the tank, and she, the glass cannon. And that was how they worked.

But she sure as hell wanted to escape. And since she couldn't, she was going to make damn sure she was utterly prepared and aware. She pulled the chair from its place across from Banjo and moved it to a spot where her back would be against the wall. From here, she could see most of the small restaurant and its remaining customers. Three were leaving, which meant there was just the couple a few tables down that remained, and they seemed pretty focused on each other at the moment. 

Of course, that meant there were no reliable witnesses if the witch attacked.

This realization drove Zooie nuts. She attempted to shoot Banjo meaningful, fearful looks, but to no avail. He noticed the text, then gave her the most puzzled expression since they had found their first jiggy piece. Figures. I probably sent something like "finger my asshole" with the way autocorrect works these days. When the witch came back to take their order, Kazooie had no idea what was even on the menu. She quickly flipped through it, and then flipped through it again. The second time she skimmed the menu, there were different items on each page than the first. 

She frowned. This was some next-level shit, to have a goddamn magic menu.

"I'll have the stuffed potbelly--portabello--and I'd like the mashed potatoes, gravy, and crone side please." She paused. "Scone. I meant scone. I want the stuffed portabello and the scone side."

The bird looked up at the waitress in the eyes for the first time, and felt another wave of power from the woman. She... wasn't just a witch. There was something else there. And Kazooie had no idea what it was. But whatever it was, she probably didn't like her foul mouth about it.

NOTES ;; ~[That's my favourite seat for the same reason as Zooie. Back against the wall == not getting stabbed in the back]~
MOOD;; ~[Hella nervous, embarrassed now that her mouth has opened and already inadvertently called her a potbellied crone ESPECIALLY AS SHE'S ACTUALLY KINDA ATTRACTIVE AND SHIT?]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click!]~
TAG ;; ~[Bridget Cassidy, Banjo]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[Silence]~
WORDS ;; ~[~365 or so I word counted and then added some more so w/e]~

[Bridget Cassidy]

Bridget nodded, "They can be rough. My late husband and I, we had a terrible layover during our tenth anniversary. We were trying to go to America, but a storm came up -- kind of like this one, actually. Huh. Anyways, we ended up getting stranded in New York for a few days, when we really just wanted to get to Florida. Not a bad thing, really," she said, giving a little shrug, "since there were so many sights, and my daughter absolutely fell in love with all the different types of food."

She still treasured that vacation, despite all the little hiccups. It had been ten years since their marriage, and Guin had just turned eight. Robert had decided that the best place to go would be somewhere that both they could enjoy, but would also entertain Guin for two whole weeks. His decision? Disney World, located right in the heard of Orlando. After organizing their trip and paying everything off, they were forced to layover in New York for a few days. It had been one hell of a time, she remembered, but... but still a good one, considering all the things they had seen and done.

It made her heart ache for her husband.

"But that's neither here nor there," Bridget finally added, giving him a smile, and scratched down their orders. "So I got a tilapia for you, sir, and the mushroom for the madam. The servers will bring your drinks, and I'll be right back with your food. It should only take two seconds."

With that, the Witch headed into the back. It took a little longer than two seconds, probably somewhere along the ten or fifteen minute line, but soon Bridget was arranging the plates of food and adding a garnish here or there to adorn them. After assuring that the food was cooked properly, she took a plate in each hand and made her way outside. Fish to the bear, mushroom to the bird, and a scone for a side. Bridget topped off their drinks, then said,

"You guys let me know if you need anythin', all right?"

WORDS ;; 346
THOUGHTS ;; Fooooood!! 
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Banjo Kazooie
CREDIT ;; the prayer,celine dion

[Banjo]

Banjo gave Kazooie a rather strange look, mouthing 'potbelly crone?' once Bridget was no longer looking at him. After they'd received their drinks, he gave Kazooie his best incredulous expression while taking a few long swallows from his water. He hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been. Once he was finished, he continued his expression and made sure no one was listening in. "What the hell? First you text me--hang on, let me read this out loud." He got his phone out of his pocket, bringing it back to her latest text screen. "Pep to leaf ass soon as positive. What does that even mean? And why are you so--" Before he could say a word, there was a server in front of them refilling his drink.

"Wow, these guys are efficient," he muttered under his breath. "Anyway. Not the point. Point is, I have no idea what you were talking about, I don't know why you're so prickly about it, what's going on? Nobody in here seems dangerous, and even if they were, you know we could take them. There's nothing to be so tense about. We beat Grunty once, and she's definitely not in here. I don't think she'd eat here, it's a bit too... classy for her. I'd have expected her in Eye of Newt, maybe. Not here, this is too Fae-based. If there are witches here, they probably draw power from nature, or something, and are way less likely to attack us unprovoked. So at least try to calm down?"

Truth be told, Banjo was far more on edge than he'd made an effort of appearing, but he didn't want Kazooie to be nervous. He could hold it in to some extent, but she was being quite visible about her apprehension, and if they were in danger, looking like you were about to bolt wasn't in one's best interests.

When Bridget returned with their food, Banjo gave a polite smile and nod. "Of course," he replied, then started immediately tucking into his fish. It was really good--he'd forgotten how much he missed eating fish.

Clanker passed through his mind once, but for the most part, he was content to enjoy his meal.

words [ 368 ]
mood [ FOOOOOOOD ]
outfit [ yellow t-shirt and signature shorts ]
tag [ Kazooie, Bridget Cassidy ]
notes [ none ]

[Kazooie]

Banjo was staring at her, mouthing words she couldn't couldn't manage to read--"Bubbling Troll?" She gave him the best "I have no idea what the fuck you're getting at" face as they received their drinks. She then slurped up some of her water--the bird was already starting to tire, her panic wearing her thin, and she needed to offset that. She was still alert and aware, certainly, but she could no longer muster up the energy to "bird out," which was probably for the best.

"I meant to say prepare, prepare to--" Just as Kazooie interrupted Banjo, so did a server who quickly filled their glasses. They were efficient. As they left, the bear spoke up again.

"Point is, I have no idea what you were talking about, I don't know why you're so prickly about it, what's going on?"

"She's strong--" Kazooie started to respond, but Banjo continued to talk over her.

"There's nothing to be so tense about." 

He paused, so the bird tried again. "Nothing to be tense about? You--" And again, she was cut off. She decided against trying to get a word in until he was done this time, knowing full well trying to speak up would just escalate volume and leave them more likely to be attacked. She sipped at her water and waited. When he finally finished, Kazooie checked to make sure nobody was around, and then responded quietly.

"I sent 'Witch. Prepare to leave as soon as possible.' Autocorrect must have gotten the best of me. And, I don't think we could take them, fluffy. Owner lady's got a real strong vibe off of her. Like she's got more power than just witch power. And here we are, right in the midst of a place of power. Even if we could take her on, there's more people in this city and really no way out if I fuck up and piss them off. You don't understand. I literally called her a potbellied crone without meaning to. And she's not even potbellied, she's actually kind of hot--"

The bird then froze. A hand was placing food down on the table in front of her... and as she looked up, sure enough, it was Bridget's. A stream of profanities crossed her mind.

Shit piss cunt motherfucking goddammit.

NOTES ;; ~[outfit problem fixed; currently i'm crying over robin williams.]~
MOOD;; ~[Concerned, nervous, and goddamn hungry]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click!]~
TAG ;; ~[Bridget Cassidy, Banjo]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[nothing but the sound of the microwave beeping.]~
WORDS ;; ~[380 or so]~

[Bridget Cassidy]

Unable to help herself, Bridget smiled down at Kazooie. Usually, she would have tried to pretend that she had not heard the couple's conversation, as that was considered a huge invasion of privacy, especially in the restaurant world. But these two were intriguing, and they were talking about her. One invasion of privacy deserved another, especially when it involved two very attractive individuals, one of which was calling her hot. After all, it had been a long time since her last roll in the hay; perhaps even an entire month.

"Why thank you," she said, placing the mushroom in front of Kazooie, then the fish to Banjo. "I like to think I'm a little more than 'hot,' but I'll take it." Next came the scone, resting beside Kazooie's mushroom. Bridget knew better than to touch two food portions, especially when the tastes were as different as a mushroom and a scone. Once the food was all given out, Bridget came up behind Kazooie, resting her hand gently on the top of her chair.

Never once did the smile leave her face.

"But to calm your fears, dear, I'm not nearly as big and bad as you're worried about. Just a measly Daughter of Titania, this one. Not even really a Witch, but it's easier to go by that than to tell everyone 'one-fourth Fae on my mother's side,' y'know?" Still, Bridget continued to smile, even reaching up to push her hair back, out of her eyes.

It was moments like this that Bridget lived for, especially when the guests thought they could whisper too low for her to hear. They thought they were slick, or they thought that they could murmur about taking over, or stealing Titania's Footsteps. But none of them had ever gotten past her, and none of them ever would.

"Bridget Cassidy's the name, by the way."

WORDS ;; 313
THOUGHTS ;; huehuehue 
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Banjo Kazooie
CREDIT ;; the prayer, celine dion

[Banjo]

When Bridget started to speak, Banjo felt the blood drain from his face. Without turning his head, he looked back and forth between Kazooie and Bridget, startled into silence. She'd heard them. She wasn't necessarily a threat, but she knew that they'd considered her one now. Suddenly the name of the restaurant made a lot more sense. Nature or something, indeed. He supposed the Fae were pretty tied to nature, at least. He sort of wished he had the ability to tell what people were just by being around them. It sure would make his life a lot easier back home--fighting off supernatural beings was a lot easier when you knew they were supernatural to start. Banjo tried to get up the gall to speak on the issue at hand, but instead kept on eating his fish.

It was absolutely astounding, if he was honest. He hoped that Kazooie's nervous attitude wouldn't keep her from eating her own food. He tried considering their options. Well, they could just pay and leave. That was the most obvious choice, though not really the optimal one. They did need a place to stay. Second option: wait and see if things blew up. That would require fighting their way out if they did. Then there was remaining calm and spending the night here. That sounded really nice. He was kind of exhausted anyway, and he didn't want to break things...

Giving Kazooie a look that best displayed his "Don't say anything too offensive" thoughts, Banjo paused his fish momentarily to give the quarter-Fae a smile. "Right. Sorry about that. We've just had... bad past run-ins with witches, so we're a bit edgy. Amazing fish, though. Absolutely fantastic. I'm really impressed. Baffled, honestly." Okay, that had come out a little weird. Banjo frowned, staring at his plate. Now he wasn't sure what to say.

"'S really good," he finished a bit lamely.

words [ 314 ]
mood [ feeling a little weird ]
outfit [ yellow t-shirt and signature shorts ]
tag [ Kazooie, Bridget Cassidy ]
notes [ none ]

[Kazooie]

It was common for Zooie to speak so much she got in trouble. She had nearly gotten her tail feathers clipped for simply mentioning that a hermit crab was a crustacean with a brain (What the ever loving fuck was wrong with that guy, anyway?). But nothing could prepare her for this nightmare of an embarrassment. She felt herself turn bright red and attempted to mitigate the damage by looking down at the plate she had been given.

As Kazooie sat there, staring down at her food, she became vaguely aware of two things. One: there was a high-pitched noise coming from somewhere near her. Two, and this one was important: her feet were changing shape. She mentally thanked her past self for not putting on pantihose, and quietly took off her shoes, hoping that by allowing her talons to take form she wouldn't completely 'bird out' and they would return to their normal human shape soon.

She was only brought back to reality when heard Bridget mention that she was part Fae. Wasn't Skull-Head a Fae? That would explain the weird 'extra' feeling the bird got when she felt for the woman's powers. Meanwhile, Banjo gave her a quick glance, and she knew exactly the reason--that was a 'Keep your mouth shut' look if ever she knew it. So she, keeping her mouth shut, nudged him in the shin with her bird feet after he had finished speaking. 

And then she spoke anyway.

"It's, um, it's good to meet you, Madam Cassidy. "  She took a deep breath and continued, trying her best to act past the nerves and sheer terror she was experiencing. "I'm glad to know that you don't mean to hurt us. I'm also really glad to know that it's Fae running through your veins and not something far more malicious. Not to say the Fae aren't malicious. They can be. If they want to." Zooie mentally slapped herself. This is why Banjo practically yelled at her to not speak. So, she decided, the truth was just going to have to come out. "You'll have to forgive me. It's really not his fault, it's-it's me--I'm a b-bit of a mess. This is the first time we've been out of England since our little, uh, incident," she began, stuttering a little, "And being s-stuck in a place similar to the one we were in for some of the most terrifying days of my life is-is-is bringing out the worst in me." 

She could've cried. Here was a perfectly attractive woman, and the bird was making a complete, absolute, miserable fucking fool of herself. I should not have asked to go on this adventure, she thought, stuffing her face with the portabello. I do not like it one bit.

NOTES ;; ~[She's the one letting out the noise. She's basically whining but doesn't realise it]~
MOOD;; ~[Embarrassed, terrified]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click]~
TAG ;; ~[Bridget Cassidy, Banjo]~
WORDS ;; ~[460]~

[Bridget Cassidy]

Bridget never would have admitted it, but she was having a lot of fun. Though she was but one-fourth Fae, the Witch enjoyed playing with humans far more than she probably should have admitted it. Her mother's blood ran through her veins, after all, and her thus grandmother's blood. Non-Fae were fun to tease, especially when their senses couldn't quite pick up on whatever she was and thus gave them quite a runaround. It was a thrill for her.

This was a thrill, too. Watching the two Shifters squirm in their seats. It was enough to bring a smile to her lips and a laugh to her throat. They were sort of adorable, with the way they mumbled and tried to avoid pissing her off. But they didn't need to worry about that; after all, she thought the pair were both adorable and absolutely ravishing. Perhaps she could talk them into a little fun; they seemed like the type to want to share.

With that thought in mind, Bridget gave a little laugh, reaching over to gently elbow Kazooie. 

"Easy, love," she said, setting her tray down on an empty table, "I don't mind it. My grandmother, she... she's a powerful Faerie. I'm used to being seen as more of a danger than I am. Now, don't get me wrong, I am a bit of a danger. But I'm mostly a harmless mother and cook. But enough of that."

She reached over, grabbing a chair, and brought it over to sit with them, "I'm having to resist the urge to flirt with you right now," she paused, then chuckled, "Forgive my forwardness. You two are just the most attractive things I have seen all day. Are you planning on hanging around all night? We have a room open, and I would very much appreciate the company."

WORDS ;; 320
THOUGHTS ;; FLIRT? NAH. LET'S STATE IT OUTRIGHT. 
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Banjo Kazooie
CREDIT ;; the prayer, celine dion