coming at you fast, midnight

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[indurare]

[Melanie glances over to Scarlett, trying to make sense of what she can see.]

Lindsay and Beckford - those names sound familiar.

["Not ringing a bell - oh! That was the girl, wasn't it? The one Damon picked up on his way out?"

Melanie doesn't think that feels quite right, but while they're trying to sort that out, the bartender strolls over. "What can I do for ya, love?"]

[attainathons]

I think my boyfriend and his brother were here last night? Stefan or Damon Salvatore? One has impeccably gelled hair and a quiet swagger and the other one has a smolder that makes you kind of want to punch him in the face?

( Wait, she turns back. )

Damon picked up a girl? You two were at guys' night?

[indurare]

Not colloquially. He mentioned that a friend of his had arrived in town and she intended to join them for drinks.

[Melanie has a feeling that the woman's handsome fiance would take offense if it had been any other way.

But the bartender nods slowly, at the description. "Yeah, I remember them. The four got pulled in for a shots with one of the regulars."]

[attainathons]

( Buffy knows better than to question Damon having friends. He had always found a certain personality to ally himself with, from what Stefan's told her, even if the original bromance, Alaric and Damon soured. )

Is there any chance you can give us that regular's name? They're missing. They haven't checked in all day and we're all a bit wigged out. ( (16) for persuasion. )

[prettyclothes]

[The bartender doesn't seem convinced (18). In fact, she almost seems a bit suspicious that Buffy is asking these questions.

"Sorry, love. Don't know her that well."

Scarlett raises an eyebrow before striding forward and leaning against the bar, attempting to compel a more helpful answer out of her.]

Oh, I think you know her better than you think. We promise, we'll be friendly.

[The bartender blinks, and her eyes immediately glaze over, as though she isn't prepared for the onslaught (12 vs. 1). "Lorden Wallis. Lives up the road a ways. She poured them all into an uber sometime last night."

She then blinks and stumbles backwards, away from Scarlett. "Oh, bloody vampires. Get the fuck out of my bar."]

[attainathons]

Anything else we need to know? You like vampires, you should get a load of what a slayer can do.

( She intimidates well when she wants to, but this is serious, especially if this barkeep is aware of the supernatural. She is not fucking around. (18) )

[prettyclothes]

Don't want to be compelled, sweetheart, either be more cooperative or start taking your vervain.

[The woman rolls her eyes. "I'm allergic to vervain, ya twat. So I can't take it, or wear it, I just have to suffer when you people can't seem to mind your own business. And I'm not telling you anything else."

A hand reaches under the bar and she comes back up with a shotgun, that she cocks.

"Unless, of course, you want to waste precious time picking wood shavings out of uncomfortable places. As for you, blondie - " Who she does seem a bit intimidated by, but she's standing her ground (11). " - you should get yourself a better class of friends. That's the only thing you seem to be missing."]

[attainathons]

I'm also missing one boyfriend, but we'll take what we got. Lorden Wallis?

( She doesn't wait for a response as she leaves the barkeep to her shotgun, hoping the ladies follow her out.

Outside, she tries orienting herself. )

Which way do you think is up a-ways and a which is down?

[prettyclothes]

[Scarlett tips her head to the side as she looks up and down the street. The unfortunate part about compulsion is that you lose the clues that come with natural gestures.]

Perhaps we ask someone else, now that we've got more information than when we started? I'm sure if we offer a name, they'll be more - oh! There he is.

[Scarlett points across the street to where Beckford is striding towards them.]

The paramour of Damon's lady friend.

[A statement of garbled Southern sentiment, but still accurate.]

[telegraphs]

( Someone else woke up in a haze. He's blacked out before, but not since college. He's behind on the 'M' part of the IA for the day, thinking his lady is out doing whatever... she's doing. But, he looks up from his phone after not getting a message back. His sunglasses don't hide his hangover. )

Ladies. Buffy. ( He smiles, happy she's joined them. ) Are we all riding out our hangovers together, today?

[prettyclothes]

Not exactly. We seem to have misplaced Rhett and the Salvatores. Have you heard from your fiancee lately?

[From the way he's looking at his phone, she's going to guess the answer to that is "no."]

[telegraphs]

I haven't, but I assume she slept it off like me and went down for a pint.

( She's right, the way his eyebrows pinch behind his glasses, he's expecting a reply. )

Misplaced?

[prettyclothes]

Didn't return to the hotel and not answering their phones. In fact, Damon left his at this charming pub.

[She's lying about it's being charming. It's not charming. The bartender was rude and threatened to shoot her.]

[telegraphs]

That's -- ( He removes his sunglasses with a huff. ) defo not promising.

( He calls Lindsay this time. )

Straight to voicemail.

[prettyclothes]

They do this on television all the time. Can someone put something into a computer and summon a location?

[She's truly trying to be helpful but she has no idea how computers work.]

[telegraphs]

Wish it were like that in real life, Scar-O.

( A nickname from the night before, inspired by Scarlet Johanson. He's be proud if his fiancee weren't missing.

None of them here have that level of computer science under their belts, do they? )

Anybody use Find My Friend?

[prettyclothes]

[Silly Beck, vampires are too morally ambiguous to be allowed to use iPhones. Plus all of TVD's product placement was Androids anyway.

In reality, he's got two almost two hundred year-old vampires staring at him like they have no idea what Find My Friend is. Phones are for talking, witches are for locating.]

Is that one of those apps?

[telegraphs]

Locating one, yeah. Buffy.

( "As close as Xander and Willow and I are, we like our privacy." Buffy says. "It's enough having them in my head." She pauses. "It's a whole thing." She shakes her head, focusing at the problem on hand. "So, this person took Stefan, Damon, Lindsay, and Rhett?" she asks, puzzling over it, frowning.

"Why not you, why not Beck?" )

[prettyclothes]

Melanie and I weren't there to be taken.

[They were enjoying a girls' night of their own, away from their respective partners.]

As for Beck, perhaps they have something to offer that you don't. No offense intended.

[telegraphs]

None taken. I got what I got.

( He is very comfortable in his own skin. )

They took three vampires and a slayer. Lot you can do with that. What're we leaning toward? Supernatural foul play? We know anything?

( "Someone piled everyone into a car," Buffy says, sighing. "Though, I'm starting to think we're the clowns." )

[prettyclothes]

We know that a woman named Lorden Wallis was seen with them last night. And the bartender is aware of vampires, so I would say more than a few supernaturally-inclined people grace her establishment on a day-to-day basis.

[She turns back to Beck.]

We were attempting to find this Lorden when we spotted you.

[attainathons]

We were attempting the attempt. All we know is she's up the road.

( Beck has always been better in Ireland than Scotland as he peers around them.

"What's up if everything's on the same level?" )

That's basically what I said.

( Beck nods, giving everything another look. Scrunching his lips, he looks back down at his phone.

"Can't hurt to Google her."

And in inputting her name, he does a quick from-the-phone deep-dive... (15) )

[prettyclothes]

[There is a Facebook page. Most of it is private, but there are a few photos of the street that they're on, including standing in front of this pub.

Lorden looks like she's a woman in her mid forties, long, rough-chopped dirty blond hair and an eclectic style that all but screams hippie witch, but there's an edge to her that indicates maybe she's not so much on the hippie end of the equation.

In the meantime, Scarlett will move to peer over his shoulder to see what he finds.]

[telegraphs]

She is local, one of these photos is of her in front of this charming bar.

( He scrolls through. )

All the public ones are on this street.

[prettyclothes]

So she can't be far then. Perhaps we should start knocking on some doors.

[But just as she makes that suggestion, Buffy's phone rings and they all pause to hear what Stefan has to say.]