Perfect Pint

There was undoubtedly shifts between his beings. "Tell me of the witch that cursed you." Amaia held her finger to his lips, effectively shutting him down from saying anything else. "Did you ever think that the one who could undo this creature spell may be of the same bloodline that cursed you in the first place?"

Sometimes silly humans needed the simplest of things laid out before them. She let her finger slid from his lips and trail down over his chin, adam's apple and his sternum before coming to rest atop his belly button. "Give me the witches name."

Parker looked at the clock and sighed, it was only 11 o'clock at night and she still had half a shift to get through. If she didn't like Old Smitty so much, Parker would be at home watching NCIS or something. But of course she did like Smitty, so when he needed the night off Parker stepped up.

Up ahead Parker spotted the local 'uppity' bar as she referred it to. Owned by a foreign gent Gryffyn the Perfect Pint is normally a quiet and chilled place. However tonight as Parker drove by something caught her eye. A couple crowed together in the alley next door went back and forth, the man pushing the gal against the wall, than the woman returning his shove. As unusual as the scene was, for some reason Parker felt the need to interfere. Parking the car up the street some, Parker walked with careful grace towards that same alley and lit up her flashlight. The couple was now within the ray of light shining by her police academy handy flashlight and Parker swore the man's eyes flashed red but it must have been her imagination.

" Hey folks, everythang alight? " Her southern draw was more audible when she spoke loud.

Amaia turned to the wretched southern drawl coming from behind the annoying beam of light. "Go play in the street, we are fine here." Making momentary eye contact with the girl and waved her off nonchalantly , Amaia turned to her attention back to Callen. "I can remember a day when this was an acceptable action within alleyways - now... everyone is so sexually repressed, it's such a shame."

Sliding her hands over his chest again, Amaia grinned wickedly before slowly and seductively kissing Callen.

Amaia wrote:Amaia turned to the wretched southern drawl coming from behind the annoying beam of light. "Go play in the street, we are fine here." Making momentary eye contact with the girl and waved her off nonchalantly , Amaia turned to her attention back to Callen. "I can remember a day when this was an acceptable action within alleyways - now... everyone is so sexually repressed, it's such a shame."

Sliding her hands over his chest again, Amaia grinned wickedly before slowly and seductively kissing Callen.

Parker looked at the woman and felt compelled to do as she said. However that nagging voice of her's told Parker to do otherwise. Stubborn as she was, Parker listened and spoke up.

" Hey y'all better do that stuff behind closed doors. Not in some back alley like a bunch of animals. "

She said and brought the light up to examine the both of them. The woman was slender and wrapped around the male like butter of bread. The kiss she gave him was one Parker would to have not seen.

The male was peculiar. He appeared stiff and tensed, yet his face revealed no troubles.

As if a sense of forbidding danger, Parker turned her cop radio on preparing for...she wasn't sure but she needed to be ready for anything from these two.

Riley wrote:"There usually isn't a floor show - so I guess it's your lucky night." Riley removed the empty glass and plates from the table. "Would you like anything else?"

"Dinner, drinks, and a show... lucky me." Her smile gave away her teasing naturing. April considered the question. She did not need another drink. Relaxation was what she wanted, not drunk. "French fries?"

April wrote:"Dinner, drinks, and a show... lucky me." Her smile gave away her teasing naturing. April considered the question. She did not need another drink. Relaxation was what she wanted, not drunk. "French fries?"

Riley returned her smile and nodded at the order. "Would you like seasoned or plain?"

Riley wrote:Riley returned her smile and nodded at the order. "Would you like seasoned or plain?"

April smiled before responding. "Seasoned."

April wrote:April smiled before responding. "Seasoned."

"Coming right up." Riley scribbled a little note on her pad and headed back to the kitchen to place the order. It didn't take about 5 minutes for the chef to cook up the fries and plate them, so Rye scooped up the plate and headed back to the dining room.

"Here's your fries. You okay with your drink?" Once the plate was on the table, Rye reached into her waitress apron and pulled out some extra napkins. Once that was accomplished Rye smiled warmly to her.

"Yea, I'm fine, thank you." April smiled before glancing around. The place seemed to be quieting down from earlier.

Callen looled up at the blonde and recognized authority when he saw it. With a nod of his head Callen smirked.

" My apologise ma'am."

Looking back towards Amaia, Callen whispered promisingly.

" What do you say we talk in private Ms. Mayhem?"

Callen sensed the danger waves coming off of Amaia, and did not wish for any suspicsious actions to bring fourth unwanted attention. Callens sense of hearing warned him back up was not far away.

Amaia looked to the girl and back to Callen when he spoke to her. She couldn't help but cock and eyebrow when he called her 'Ms. Mayhem'.

"Awe, such the pet name, my pet... But if we must leave the alley, then lead the way. Isn't it what men do these days?" Amaia disentangled herself from Callen's hold and turned to the girl. "All of these rules and regulations - humans are such a suppressed society. Live a little."

With that, Amaia took two steps back from Callen and while she wanted to 'poof' the girl into another dimension, Amaia contained herself and smiled sickly sweet to the interrupter.

[quote="Amaia"]Amaia looked to the girl and back to Callen when he spoke to her. She couldn't help but cock and eyebrow when he called her 'Ms. Mayhem'.

"Awe, such the pet name, my pet... But if we must leave the alley, then lead the way. Isn't it what men do these days?" Amaia disentangled herself from Callen's hold and turned to the girl. "All of these rules and regulations - humans are such a suppressed society. Live a little."

With that, Amaia took two steps back from Callen and while she wanted to 'poof' the girl into another dimension, Amaia contained herself and smiled sickly sweet to the interrupter. [/quote






Calln folloed Amaias careful gaze as they exited the alley.
" we have a common goal. What do you say we combine forces? However when the witch is found, I get her first."
With that callen marched for his car.

"Oh, such the male stance." Amaia watched his huff and stomp towards his car, and for giggles she followed along.

"Really, you want the witch that bad? She must've been a bad bad girl." Forgoing his chivalry, Amaia opened the passenger door and made herself quite comfy with in the confines of Callen's car.

Callen laughes at the sight of such an ancient being sitting home like in a very modern BMW. Passing the blonde, Callen placed a stiff hand on her arm. Instantly he was in her mind. There were many thoughts to filter through but atlas he brought to surface any reguarding to himself and MM ( short for Ms. Mayhem) in the car. Moments later the memories were erased, and Callen even managered to pilfer a few important and useful memories for himself without destroying her mind.
Knowledge of every home and every citizen filled his head. One name in particular in particular caught his attention- normally an impossible task.
Rune Proctor.

" I know where the witch is. "

Amaia arched her eyebrow as she watched Callen with the girl. "Such powers he has..." As he slid into the car, she glanced his way when he said he knew where the witch was.

"By all means, Pet, lead the way." Maybe once and for all Amaia could get rid of this thorn of a witch out of her side.

Callen slid into the BMW and started the car. The purr hummed breaking the silence of the night. Driving at a speed normally frightening to humans, Callen felt alive. A smirk covered his face as memories of a time long ago, and the wind on his face as he flew through the night.
Before long the city lights slowly shifted as a calm beach view surrounded them.

And the smell of magic caused Callen to hit the breaks.

" They are near. "