Fae you'll be there

(OOC: Reserved for Mal, Lilly and Glad.)

Tall and proud and wondrous fair
The people of the dark and air
Hold high the iron that they fear
When the fair folk call, don’t let them near

The person who stood on the street corner was the kind of person who reminded you of song lyrics. If it was an unsettling song that you nevertheless couldn't quite get our of your head. Tall, straight-backed, with no definable gender, unless majestic beauty was a gender. They shook out the pale hair that cascaded almost down to their knees, straight and ridiculously glossy, and took stock of their surroundings.

It was a city. They didn't know what else they expected. The highest buildings shone tantalizingly in the twilight but it was still the city. Noisy and dusty and full of people living their noisy, dusty people lives. Not the place to take a break from family politics.

And then there was light. A door opened nearby, letting out light and warmth, the smell of alcohol and hot food, laughter and music before someone passed through and it closed behind them, leaving the street even more lifeless and boring than before. That was the place to take a break. Like a human's very own fairy feast, they felt themselves entranced and drawn to the door, settling into the nearest chair as the sounds of merriment washed around them.

    • Gladstone Gander
      Gladstone Gander

      The person who stood behind the bar, although he had no right to be there, also reminded you of song lyrics.  Probably some really loud, catchy pop song that got on your nerves after awhile. But charming in its own unique sort of eighty's synthesizer meets one-man band meets maraca jam band eclectic way.  Gladstone was mixing drinks.  He was mixing drinks because he was bored and because he liked it when people paid attention to him, what better way to do this than to hijack the bar?  And what better way to get lots of attention than to make complicated drinks in a needlessly flashy fashion? Currently, he was pouring the liquor equivalent to cough syrup into a tower of glasses he held with one hand. He had a rapt audience.

      "The goal, other than getting you fine people drunk, is for me to pour the booze from this tower into the shot glasses balanced so precisely on the pint glasses of Monstars brand energy drink in front of you, tipping one shot glass in triggering a chain reaction that plunks those happy little shots into that fizzy goodness and not breaking lots of expensive glassware and worst of all.. spilling alcohol. That is alcohol abuse and is very frowned upon so let's see how I do huh? Can I get a countdown?" he nodded to a grinning woman wearing a veil flanked by six sashed women. "Bachelorette party ladies would you do the honor?" 

      The countdown counted down and the trick went down without a hitch.  It was pretty damned impressive. No glasses were broken not a drop dripped, it was pure artistry... or you know... luck. Potato, lucktato.

      After the cheering, some smattered drunken applause, and of course imbibing Gladstone found himself with an extra glass.  And a mysterious lone person haunting a corner table. Well, waste not want not? He sent it over.  

       

      Wasn't he generous? 

       

      With other people's liquor.

       

      That's not the point. 

       

      • Lilly Teal
        Lilly Teal

        The mysterious lone person had watched the entertainment at the bar with amusement, but as soon as the trick was over they turned their eyes to to the rest of the club again. So many pretty little things, laughing and charming. Lovely clothes. Lovely music.

        The drink arrived, and they blinked, looking back at the bar. The blonde one was amusing as well. Pretty and healthy looking. They raised their glass with an absolutely beautiful smile, the most beautiful that was ever smiled at this club, and didn't seem to notice as a bar patron got stuck staring at that smile until her elbow slipped and she fell right off her stool.

        Or maybe they did notice. They drank. Fine eyebrows raising, they beckoned to blonde with the green jacket to come join them.

        "Are you always so amusing?"

        • Gladstone Gander
          Gladstone Gander

          Gladstone found himself taking a seat at the table, not remembering the decision to do so, or even walking across the club to do so.  That was a heck of a smile.  One he returned.

          "I like think so." He informed the stranger brightly. "First time at the Coatl? Heck of a place isn't it?" He looked around the swanky interior with a proud smile.  As if it was his business or he had any stake in the place rather than draining the liquor stores and distracting the employees by being 'amusing'. "No place else like it anywhere. And I've been all over, ah!" His eyes lit up and he checked his watch. "Oh and you're in luck my friend, the next performer's about to come on and believe me... she's amazing. Phenomenal. Set of pipes on her that would make a siren weep with jealousy, dances like she's on a cloud, sharp as a tack-" He tapped his temple grinning widely. "-sweet as pie, and pretty as a picture."

          Glowing praise. Which might seem odd, unless you knew that he embarrassed the target of such weighty compliments by spewing them to anyone who would listen. He had taken it upon himself to be her hypeman.  He did it gladly and with gusto.  It was easy to do when you believed it.

          "Just you wait, she's going to knock your socks off. If you're wearing them... I'd check but I think that might be too forward. Sorry I run off at the mouth sometimes, Gladstone Gander-" He extended a hand for the visitor to shake.

          • Lilly Teal
            Lilly Teal

            An elegant, long-fingered hand took his and shook it gently. "You can call me Fay," they said, with the air of someone telling a inside joke. "Gladstone Gander." The full name, freely given, rolled over their tongue like something sweet. "Let us see if you are right."

            As if on perfect cue, my but this was a blessed table today, the song began, and Fay fixed their attention to the stage as the performer smiled and glittered, practically bouncing with happiness in the performance.

            Beautiful voice. Check.

            Moves gracefully. Check.

            Pretty. Check.

            Healthy. Check.

            Sweetness and intelligence were hard to gauge just from sight, but with everything else being correct, Fay was confident that those estimates would be true as well.

            "Just as you said," they said with another brilliant smile, even more so because of the sheer enthusiasm it contained now. The very second the song ended, the eyes were fixed on Gladstone again. "Bring her here, Gladstone Gander.."

            • Gladstone Gander
              Gladstone Gander

              Gladstone had rested his chin in his hand watching the performance raptly.  After she was done he was midway through drawing a breath to plop some more completely biased praise on the table when the... request(?) hit him.  He blinked, his eyes closing out of sync with one another as he suddenly had an urge to run to the backstage door, which was odd.  He hated running, it was so much work. What was he going to say? It had completely slipped his mind.  Oh but-

              "You know what," He knocked his knuckles on the table lightly. "-I'm gunna bring her back here to meet you.  I'm sure she'd love to talk to you. Just gimme a sec."

              And thus began one of his  strangest jaunts through the club to reach the stage.  A busboy tripped and a cast iron skillet fell neatly into Gladstone's hands, he stared at it, then the busboy and handed it back. He passed a table where a very loud, drunken man was discussing the weird fascination the author of the Basil of Bakerstreet mysteries had with fairies and how ludicrous it was that the creatures could lure anyone away to their realm.  Another waiter rushed past him with a plate of mushrooms arranged in a neat little circle around the edge of the entree.  When finally he reached the door he swore he could hear the tingling of bells. This on it's own wasn't unusual (which was a relative term for the gander in question) but... he found himself pausing to listen, as if there were words in the ringing... his brief time as a pixie himself came to mind... which only deepened the confused frown on his face. But it was just tinkling bells. He shook his head and went through the door.

              Gladstone made a point of being backstage to intercept Lilly after her performances whenever he was present to see them.  He was usually lying in wait before her second foot was off the stage to offer her his... 'critique' of her show, and the dark corner by the dressing rooms was quiet enough that he could really give her an unabridged appraisal of her-they made out. Okay? You try coming up with endless innuendos.

              But tonight the gander moved toward the stage, with his formidable eyebrows knotted in thought. Something didn't feel right.  He wasn't even warming up the smolder to lure her away, he sent a look back at the backstage door and paused as his foot connected with a little bowl, sloshing it's contents but not spilling it. Slowly  he looked down at the little bowl of milk and the irritated and completely indignant stray cat who had been allowed in to drink from it. He put up his hands in a sign of peace that was returned with an angry tail flick and a narrowing of eyes and nearly backed into Lilly as she came off stage.

              "Oh! Hi. I... has there always been a cat there?" he shook his head. "I mean you were faetastic... fan-" He rubbed his temples with sigh. But a crystalline clear voice rang through his memory and his eyes opened and fixed on her purposefully. "I'd like you to meet someone. Come with me?" He offered his hand to her.

              • Lilly Teal
                Lilly Teal

                She held up his hands to catch his shoulders before he backed into her, but he saved himself. 

                "Hi!" she said brightly, the performance high and the sight of the gander both working to send her sky high. But his expression brought her down quickly enough.

                "Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" Reaching up, she touched his forehead gently. "You look a little dazed, are you tired?"

                And yet it passed. Surprisingly suddenly, in fact, and it startled her slightly. His eyes were clear and bright and he seemed very sure of himself in the space of a second. But then that was Gladstone all over. He was often sure of himself. And it was often what she liked about him. Smiling, she took his hand and laced her fingers with his.

                "Of course. Are you trying to embarrass me again or is this someone you actually want me to meet?"

                As they moved away from the stage together, one of the performers exited the backstage door with an armful of cosmetics. Passing the couple, she sneezed, sending up a cloud of glitter.

                The same busboy tripped again, this time with a box of iron nails. Scooping them out of the way so they could pass, he muttered an embarrassed apology and started to gather them up.

                "... things are a little strange today," she murmured, but only in the interest of passing a comment. Things were often a little strange where they were concerned, what was new?

                Fay had stood up from their table, smiling widely, not even waiting for them to full reach the table before extending a long arm to grasp Lilly's hand and pull her closer, the other hovering over her hair without touching it.

                Well that wasn't creepy at all. She gave them a wide-eyed look.

                "You are rather sweet."

                "Oh. Um. Thank you?"

                • Gladstone Gander
                  Gladstone Gander

                  As they approached the table Gladstone's eyes were drawn to the entrance where a man in nylon wings and a wig was arguing with the doorman.  Apparently singing telegrams came in Tooth Fairy flavor these days- Lilly was drawn in close by a pulled hand, but her other hand was still in Gladstone's as a result he stumbled forward abruptly. Catching himself again before he plowed right into her which would have sent her literally into another person's arms. But he was close enough to not appreciate how close this Fay actually was.  Didn't they see how well groomed and treated those tresses were? He slaved for weeks applying hair masks and oils to that flowing mane.  (He had a very different sleep schedule then his entrepreneurial girlfriend so like a normal person he took advantage of the time he had while she was asleep to use his hyper complicated 12 step hair care routine on her.  Completely normal.) Narrowing his eyes slightly he hooked his index finger into the space between Lilly's hair and Fay's hand and attempted to push the intruding appendage away by means of index finger to palm.  Something about this whole thing was making his skin crawl, but what was it? The Tooth Fairy made a mad dash for the dance floor behind him, attempting to reach a woman at the edge of it.  He was tackled and dragged out by two steely faced  men who were her bodyguards. Gladstone didn't see any of this.  And somewhere his luck sighed miserably.

                  "Lillypad this is Fay." He informed her with a slightly strained smile at the person in question. "I was telling them all about how wonderful you are-" He noticed the grip on her hand and redirected his efforts to try to pry the slender fingers away from her meticulously manicured hands. (Listen... he got very bored when she was asleep) "-and-Jiminy Crickets that's quite a grip- Fay agrees." Tug tug. "Clearly." 

                  Was there a crowbar nearby? A jackhammer? LET GO OF MY GIRLFRIEND YOU DISARMINGLY ATTRACTIVE PERSON. He fought the urge to cover Lilly's eyes, his hand was halfway up to her face before it lowered back down, fingers itching to shield her from such a glorious sight. 

                  "Say, Fay... would you mind giving her some breathing room?"

                   

                  • Lilly Teal
                    Lilly Teal

                    If Fay noticed any of the frantic efforts to detach them, they didn't show it. Gladstone's force didn't make a scrap of difference to either their grip, their position, and least of all their intense focus on the person in front of them. It was like Fay had forgotten Gladstone was there at all. He may well have been talking to a wall for all the reaction he got.

                    Soft hands. Their hand finally connected with the hair. Soft. Glossy. Bright eyes. Good teeth. All indicators of good health.

                    Their expression was better suited to a small child in a petshop, and looked as it it was about to segue into 'I want this one please please please I promise to take care of it and remember to take it for walks and feed it-'

                    Except Fay had no parents present to convince into agreeing to get what they wanted.

                    Lilly started looking nervous, as carefully tried to twist her hand away from the grip.

                    "That's really nice, honey. It's good to meet you, Fay, but, um. I'd like my hand back. Please? Wouldn't you like something to eat? Or to sit down?"

                    Or move at all? Emote a little more than that fixed expression of delighted interest?

                    "No," they said shortly, taking their hand away from her hair to push the chair away to give them all room to move. "Come, we're leaving."

                    "W- wait. We? Nononononono I have to stay here I have so much to do-" and I don't want to go anywhere with you I don't know who you are please let go of my hand-

                    Both of them turned their eyes to Gladstone. Lilly's were a pleading help me and Fay's were a powerful stop.

                    Lilly tried to pull away. Fay pulled harder, and the duckette stumbled towards the door, yet nobody else seemed to notice them. The ambient noises of the club were slightly muffled, as if from a distance to what was currently happening.

                    "Goodbye, Gladstone Gander," said Fay, because there was such a thing as manners when someone had helped you. And then the door shut behind them, and the club was immediate again.

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