Willy

[kersen]

When Willy hadn't shown at the bar that first night, Kersen had been equal parts panicked and pissed. He told himself that he could wait. At least a while. That Willy was a fucking fae and they weren't exactly known for their punctuality, and there was no need to tear the city apart looking for him. Yet.

But by the next night, the panic had gotten considerably worse.

Kersen went to the bar when it opened, wearing a dress - a regular dress, not a drag dress. He was masquerading as his own cousin. It was bizarre.

Of course, he wasn't really much use to anyone anyway. If he had to be honest, he'd spent a fair amount of the past two days intoxicated.

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[willysilver]

Willy had gotten the message, but it had been the wee hours of the morning when he'd run to the cottage to collect new guitar strings while Fin slept and he knew Kersen would be a-bed with the sun rising so he decided to go later. Later just turned into much later. No, no fae was ever accused of being punctual.

He breezed into Jazzmin and was distracted by the bar where he ordered a cocktail with pineapple and cranberry juice and enough liquor to make him smile. As he sipped it he looked around the bar, trying to decide which lovely lady was the vampire whose wish he'd granted.