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Caritas, Friday Evening

There was just the one bartender present at Caritas tonight. Mike suspected this meant Tino was somewhere dealing with teenage angst. He was more than cool with being on his own, though. He could use a Friday night without inexplicable glaring, and he'd gotten used to the zombie band enough to be comfortable being alone with them. In fact, he was comfortable enough to start making song requests to pass the time. Yes, this meant he ended up dancing to Electric Avenue behind the bar. Yes, for some reason he kept to old songs, because he had no idea how long the zombie band had been undead.

And no, not that kind of dancing. Just... grooving.

Boy had some moves, though.

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"Oh it only got better," she grinned. "We wound up at a party at the hotel. I think I might have been one of the oldest people there."

Considering Allie had to be around her age, Kitty was kind of really glad she'd skipped that. "How was it? I'm almost scared to ask."

Because oh god, teenagers in a hotel.

"Weird mostly, for me at least." Allie couldn't even get a buzz on to at least try to blend it. "I don't think I ever felt that young. I talked to a few people but left when they started talking about playing some game called spin the bottle."

"...Did you, you know, happen to see who all was there?"

What. Shut up. She was allowed to be potentially jealous because she was an idiot, okay.

"There weren't that many people I recognized," she admitted. "Just Jack, Clint and Derek. "Some kid named Max was hosting."

Okay, yeah, totally potentially jealous and guaranteed to be listening to radio in the morning. "Oh. So. At least there were people you knew?"

"But they didn't know me," Allie pointed out. "It was like meeting them all over again." At least this time Derek didn't glare at her. ~~So far...~~

"Yeah, but it can be kind of interesting that way," she said. "And I'm going to drive this into the ground here, but oh god smiley Derek. You don't get to see that much."

"I never get to see that. He hates me. Ever since I spent the day sleeping near the house when I first got here." She shrugged, "I don't think he likes vampires."

"I don't think he likes anyone, really. There are a few people he doesn't seem to mind as much and that's about it," she said. "Don't take it personally."

Allie nodded, "I'm not. Jack's said he's like that so I understand. But even if it was because of what I am, it's okay. Hell, I don't even like vampires. And I am one. How's that for twisted thinking?"

But it was easier in Fandom, where Allie didn't have to hunt, where people weren't afraid of her, to almost forget what she was. At least for a little while.

"Is it weird that makes sense to me?" Kitty said.

"No, it's not. But that's only because my sense of weird has been completely skewed by being on the island," she admitted.

"God, I wish I could say the same," Kitty realized. "At least this one skipped both of us?"

"I'm very happy about that," Allie said, shaking her head. "A younger me probably would have tried to steal everything to eat out of the bakery or the bookstore."

Kitty considered this. "It'd all depend on what age I was," she said. "And now I'm realizing my teens were not all that great."

"Why's that?" She was genuinely curious.

"So... I'm a mutant?" Kitty said, never quite sure of how people would take that, though people here were generally pretty good about it. "It's a whole genetic superpowers thing, and people can be pretty bad about it. There's been a lot of related trauma plus teenage angst."

Allie wasn't phased by Kitty being a mutant at all. Mostly because she had only the barest understanding of what it meant, but also because Kitty hadn't cared when she found out about Allie being a vampire. Allie could only return the curtsy.

"I get that. People being bad about what you are. Oh I get that. It sucks."

"Yaaaay for horrible things to bond over," Kitty said, but she was smiling just a little.

"Their loss," Allie said. "Because we're great people."

[*facepalm* courtesy. Not curtsy. You can tell it's getting late.]

"High five," said Kitty, holding up her hand.

She would have done that even if she hadn't gone for the tequila tonight.

Allie held up her own hand but didn't hit it against Kitty's.

Someone had missed out on this particular bit of ritual bonding.

"High five?"

Kitty moved her hand to lightly slap her palm against Allie's and said, "It's a gesture to celebrate awesomeness."

"Oh, I remember reading about this in a book," she grinned once Kitty explained. "I like it."

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