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[eiremagic]

When; Wednesday, September 17th, evening
Rating; PG-13 for Eden's mouth and Claire's acts of territory marking
Characters; Eden eiremagic, Claire adamantined, Caspian treadingdawn, Zach filmzbyzach, John retargeted and Peter lionrampante
Summary; Teenagers need social lives, they say.
Log;

The Blue Light was a nice hole in the wall kind of place, and Eden was in a hole in the wall kind of mood. She had brought the pizza, and after bribing the owner with some, he let her keep it on the table. Well, three of them. There were three teenage boys coming, after all.

So she sat and nursed her beer, and waited for the rest of the group.

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[adamantined]

Claire arrived with Zach.

To be more specific, Claire arrived on Zach's, arms around his shoulders, knees hitched up. The only way to travel these days was by piggyback, and Claire felt lucky half the time that she was one part tiny girl and one part someone who threatened Zach by sitting on him if he didn't comply. It was for his own good. Really.

She didn't even bother hopping off when they came in, just craned her neck over Zach's shoulder and said, "Hi!"

She was cheery, so sue her.

[eiremagic]

Eden laughed when she came in, and waved a bit, "Hey. Yeh wanna get off yehr horse, or should I let him take you for a gallop about the place?"

She had never really seen a relationship like this (platonic or otherwise) and she wondered for a moment if this was Claire's way of saying, Hey, Zach is mine, hands off. Either way it didn't matter. Eden liked looking at Zach, sure, but he was like Caspian - too nice, too sweet, and therefore, off limits.

"Pizza?" She opened the box. "It's hot."

And the drinks she had bought were cold.

[adamantined]

"No, I think he tired out somewhere near building seven. Is there a water trough in here?" Claire hopped down and gave Zach a pat on the shoulder like she was patting the neck of a horse. It was all in good fun, and she'd let him beat her in Kart later anyway. Besides, he'd offered.

Claire sat down with Eden. Letting Zach wander off to do whatever it was wild Zachs did best. After opening one of the drinks on the table, she bit into pizza and immediately slopped it all over her chin. "It's good." Napkin! And a drink. "How have you been, Eden?"

[eiremagic]

Eden shrugged as she watched Zach wander off. "I've been good," she said with a casual smile that she didn't normally wear. Her own slice of pizza was half eaten. "Busy, tired, but good."

She sipped her Arthurs again. "Yeh know, this place is kind of nice. Not pretty, not quiet. Sort of real."

WHY

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Really? Really? Blue planned this, he just knows it. Kids, meet your bartender.]

WHY

[eiremagic]

[She drops a few coins on the table]

Three Arthurs, three rootbeers. Don't ask.

WHY

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Rootbeers?

[Gaping stare. God. Fucking kids. He fetches six bottles and a tray for Eden, so she can serve them up herself.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian seemed intent on having Peter meet Zach, and Peter wasn't the type to make a promise then blow it off. He arrived at the Blue Light dressed casually, and if he had any trepidation for being out and about, he wasn't showing it.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He owed him okay, gosh. And even for a casual visit Caspian's still armed with both blades. Sure it looked funny over jeans and a shirt, but what do you want to make of it?]

[eiremagic]

Hullo!

[She waves]

Oh, are you Peter?

[She's a bit more cheerful than usual. Caspian is not her baby daddy - that's good news.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'm Peter.

[He gives a quick glance over to Caspian. That's not Zach, right?]

It's a pleasure to meet you-

[Trailing off. Better fill in the blank, Caspian.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Zach, after having arrived as Claire's noble, noble steed, had taken to wandering around. Not noticing people immediately he realized that they hadn't left a note for Peter and Mohinder and Hiro, which would no doubt worry the three surrogate dads. Well, okay so Mohinder was probably the mom. Hiro might be like, the big brother. And Peter was still the uncle.

Fair being fair, Zach stepped out to make an unduly lengthy call that began with the idea of re-decorating and moving friend John Baum into the empty room, not Molly's mind you, but that other random empty room they had. It ended with mention of where they were, that it involved a bar and drinking, which might or might not be rootbeer or something else, and before it got to the end, the phone call was kind of a wandering message much like this sentence, this paragraph in fact. He finished the voice mail with an invitation to join them, and to remind Hiro that he was invited too, and Peter if he got back from work in time, and that Mohinder better at least send John to the bar---he hadn't seen his twin since earlier---even if the resident guru was too otherwise occupied to make it himself.

Moving back into the bar, he glanced around, spotting Claire immediately---his Claire-radar was probably the most in tune here---as well as Eden, Caspian, and Peter. The bartender too, whose name...escaped Zach but he didn't have to say that did he? About to make his way over to them, he paused as a text came through and dug into his pockets, pulling out his phone again to see if it was from Mohinder (probably not) or might be Veronica (about the shirt) or was someone else completely different (entirely possible.)

[adamantined]

Claire had sent the message. Even though she could plainly see him from across the room, texts were an interesting means of distraction, and Claire was of the persuasion that any possible way of distracting Zach so that she could otherwise jump, poke, pinch, or squeeze him was an adequate method of distraction. As it was, Claire took the initiative while Zach was digging through his pockets and pulling out his phone to make her away back around the room so that she could do a flying leap onto his back.

Which she did, with poise and talent and well-practiced ease.

"Boo." She didn't stay there long, especially since he was unlikely to support her - checking his phone, being surprised - but she did come around in front of him and lean over his phone, in his business. Although, she was only in his business because she knew that she'd sent the message. Otherwise, she was respectful enough to back off. "I bet your text message said cheese doodles."

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

He laughed when he felt someone jump on his back, familiar with the very brief weight there and the entirely Claire presence that she brought with her. When she spoke, rolling his eyes.

"No, it said..." he paused. "Okay yeah it said cheese doodles." Brow rising as if to say 'welllll' he looked around him again, hands stuffed in his pockets again. "So, everyone looks happy," he commented lightly.

[adamantined]

Zach was laughing, so Claire was laughing, too. Sometimes she fed off his feelings, a little. If he was upset, then she was upset. When he was happy, she was glad that he was happy. She owed him so much and could never hope to repay him. It was best when he was smiling.

"I'm psychic," she announced, very proud. Claire mimicked him, stuffing her hands into her pockets as well. "I think, for once, everyone is happy. What about you? Happy about having a twin?

[eiremagic]

Eden figured the only way she would get to talk to Zach is if she cornered him - even if Claire had practically peed on him to announce that this was her...mount? Man? Boyfriend? Maybe not boyfriend. Zach was a little...well. Who knew.

She came up behind him, and announced herself with a careful, "Oy." Hey. She had to start somewhere. Thank god he had short hair. Otherwise she might think he was Eoin.

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Not at all about to claim he was anyone's but Claire's noble steed, on pain of death or being sat upon in some unpleasant fashion, Zach had been chatting with Claire, as he tended to do everyday, party or not, the back of his mind idling on why they were having this party but also, just grateful for another reason to have a good time with good people. Good people, who, he thought, deserved to have more fun, as it happened. At the sound of her familiar voice, he turned to face the hostess of the party.

"Eden," he smiled in greeting and paused in a sort of half-way-there hug, as if to say: uh this is okay right?

[eiremagic]

A hug.

Eden had never been one for...hugs. She froze for a second before she tentatively...hugged back. That was what people did, right? Hugged back? Let themselves be hugged? She paused and scratched her head. "It's not that I dun like hugs, I'm just not trippin' on them, they're a bit DNL or it's like a signal on a bombadier or somethin', nothing huge, but it's okay..." she paused when she realized that her accent had thickened, that she was probably speaking too fast for him to understand, and she was babbling. Why did he have to be so cute! It wasn't really her fault, right? She took a breath. "Sorry."

She started again. "Yeh good?"

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Hey Zach. Swords are coming your way. Oh but Caspian doesn't look like he's on a mission to kill. As a matter of fact he looks pleasant and happy to be in good company.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Do they finally get to meet this Zach? Peter's smiling, even with all the stuff that's happened lately. It's good to get out once in a while.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach, for his part is...you know he's not even sure because he's spacing out, being Zach, and wow look at that another text---he's only popular in the realm of cyberspace and cellular phones sadly---checking that, and then he looks up and smiles...doing a lot of that at this party.]

Caspian, [a nod] and Peter, [a statement, not a question] nice to see you guys.

late to the party. I'M SORRY!

[retargeted.livejournal.com]

Some time after the rest had arrived, John made his way inside. It'd been another day of exploring for him, and the offer of some way to relax was more than welcome at the time. ... Even if he'd end up being a stick in the mud for the whole time here. Something that was probably obvious by the fact he'd moved straight in to a position that allowed him to keep a watch over the entire room, and not over to the gathered group of familiar faces.

At least he'd turned up?

YOU'RE FORGIVEN

[eiremagic]

She spotted him come in and she watched him for a moment, eyes over her beer. She didn't know why she liked John, besides the fact that he looked identical to Zach, but she really did want this boy to be comfortable. He reminded her of her - no friends, a hard childhood, maybe that was it. She slid off of her seat and moved towards him, slowly.

"Yeh know," she said with a smirk, "The more yeh look like yeh hate bein' out in the world, the more likely I am to try and talk to yeh." At least he deserved the truth, right?

[retargeted.livejournal.com]

"I don't hate-" He didn't bother finishing the sentence for the simple reason he couldn't. In some ways, Eden was right. He didn't like being out in a place he still wasn't sure about. He didn't like being out when there was still the chance that he was being targeted. And he didn't like being out in a bar of all places.

What he did like though was the fact that he wasn't stuck inside. He wasn't locked away with only his mother and a machine for company. Here, it didn't matter about having papers or not. He was John Baum because that was who he said he was.

"I didn't want to interrupt."

[eiremagic]

She raised an eyebrow. She knew John's type - she had met boys like him in Belfast, only they had a reason to be paranoid. She assumed there was a reason, but it wasn't clear, not yet. "Yeah, yeah. Do yeh want somethin' to drink?" she offered. "If yeh don' drink beer, yeh don' have to."

She had never been locked in a place, unable to go anywhere - that was the benefit of magic, maybe. She could always leave, so that much, she didn't understand - the inability to get out of a situation she didn't like. Or maybe she did. "Yeh don' have a lot of friends, do yeh?" she asked with a pause. It wasn't like she had room to talk. She didn't have many friends, either.