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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

A weekday was no day to get drunk. Keira could almost hear her sister barking those very words at her, if not for the fact she was alone late that night, sipping at an alcoholic beverage within the mostly empty confines of the Muggle bar 'The Tipsy Mozzie'. The cold had kept a lot of people in their homes and business was slow, leaving the journalist by herself by the far end of the establishment.

She had never heeded such warnings and usually just drank when she pleased (one could even argue she was the catalyst of Diana Sharpe's recent liking of the very same liquid), but that day the alcohol was taking longer than usual to pass down her throat. The stress accumulated had been so great that even the simple act of working herself up to a mild buzz was quite the chore. While she was a workaholic by nature, even Keira had her limits, and she felt like they were about to be breached lest she have some sort of break.

With her chin resting firmly in the palm of her hand, the half-Veela watched the 24/7 news channel that was put on blast in the corner of the ample room. Some sort of Muggle politician seemed to be making empty promises. "Yeah, sure you do..." She muttered to the figure in the TV prior to a sip, not actually paying active attention to what the man was saying. She needed something to inject a dose of energy in her, but what?

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

For the most part things had been slow for him, His mother still was the old biddy that also happened to be a large pain in his ass and Gemini fared no better in that department. That happened to be the collection of his life, despite the headaches it showed the relative peace that had hit for him. Which unsettled him immensely, accustomed to constantly being on the move and getting himself involved in the seedy underworld to crack open the next big bit of information that the people of Australia needed to see. Marcus had still been kicking himself after letting the lead of a recently thought to be deceased actor suddenly dug themselves out of the grave, so to speak. He couldn't understand why the famous, especially those with actual families, would up and do that simply for the sake of publicity and fame. 

There'd only been two places he would frequent for meetings or to clear his head just a bit and on a random whim he chose 'The Tipsy Mozzie.' While he wasn't a heavy regular he popped in once in a while to get away from the autonomy that had been The Roo. Shaking things up often gave a charge of a feeling, as if he hit the streak of being unpredictable once more. His hand pressed against the handle of the door as he walked into the establishment without any halt towards his movements. A graceful entry before lagging the door behind slightly to close it rather than letting it slam or force shut on its own, a habit of respect for him. 

'Must be a low ebb everywhere. . .' His head shook in slight dissatisfaction, it was no secret that the young Dhampir supported those that established their own businesses. Even going as far as to draw attention to them in his News Paper's and other publications to give attention based accolades. Those that worked hard and managed to keep afloat deserved the acknowledgement for it. 

Marcus' nostrils took in the scent, a force of habit when he entered areas. That's when the air that swept through his nose caught someone familiar to him which prompted his eyes to scan around the place to spot a single lone woman sitting off towards the side. He made his way over towards her, sitting down before even announcing himself and huddled up towards the bar's counter with a slight raise of his arm to catch the Bartender's attention. "I'll have what she's having."

After making his order he started to remove his jacket and draped it over a single leg getting a bit more comfortable. "Hey there, Keira. Looks like you're trying to hit the happy hour." While it had been clear she'd been here for sometime, there didn't seem to be any sense of inebriation that he picked up. "You know if someone catches you here, they might just start to think you aren't just a social drinker." A gentle joking prod within his words. 

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

Perhaps good company would do the trick - or so was the response Keira obtained to her mental plea for help, in the form of Marcus Carsen joining her at the bar counter. The woman's gaze was torn from the television set at the sound of the Dhampir's voice, and they were then trained on him with vague curiosity before looking away to focus on the drink he had mentioned. She considered downing the entirety of it to request a refill, but there was so much liquid left in the cup that she limited herself to yet another sip instead. The bartender nodded at his request, and immediately worked on pouring the respective beverage.

"I'll cover this one. Any other, you're on your own." She opted to say rather than immediately respond to his jest, though a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she did. The Muggle nodded at her request as he served the drink to Marcus. "Anyway. Let them. Maybe they'll also get the impression I'm having way more fun with it all than I actually do, not everything would be so bad." With a light cheers of her glass, she finally straightened her posture and took a larger swig of the alcohol.

"How have you been, stranger? Any interesting tales to tell or are you just here to play drunk with me?" The half-Veela tossed the proverbial ball back on his court. It could be that a discussion among friends would be enough to revitalize her spirit.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"That's probably for the best. I can drink most people under a table and out of their pockets." Marcus laughed smoothly as he leaned against the counter until the drink he ordered arrived, sliding across the top of the bar as he caught it effortlessely. A force of habit with certain aspects of his reflexes, luckily enough he hadn't been too worried about the display itself - at best it'd been minor. His head nodded several times with an expression of approval towards her voiced stance. "Anything can look like fun with the right look on your face and a forced laugh or two. Most people can hardly tell the difference these days." His lips pressed into a thin grin before taking a brief sip from the glass that ahd been handed to him. 

He sighed softly and a shrug flowed from his shoulders. "Maybe a bit of both? It's been a rough couple of months for me in one way or another." Harder times did exist for him, there were exposures that made what he'd been dealing with pale in comparison. Yet, it'd been the drain that it all managed to siphon from him that called for just a bit of a break from the usual day-to-day people found himself interacting with. "Not sure if you heard it, a few months back a famous actor, Frankie Dean? Pretty big name, reportedly died and left behind a daughter and a lovely woman? Turns out his 'Death' was more fake than a hidden compartment." The tone of his voice showed a weight irritation, yet the reasons that stapled to it had been largely unknown. 

The tip of his thumb traced along the lining of his jaw from the left and towards the center of his chin in thought. "Which the reason I needed to clear my head from this surge of information is that I'm dating the woman he left behind. . . And pretty much always around the child he left behind." His head shook lightly and a small groan vibrates from his throat. "Guy didn't even have the balls to call his own kid, didn't even try to reach out even a bit." That bit had the Dhampir really miffed, the young girl, Gabby, deserved to have her father in her life and being active. Or, at least, deserved a proper father whom cared enough to invest and build with her. "Either way, I needed to get out for a bit from the tension my house has sometimes. And if her anger sparks. . . Oh man, it's like trying to calm down a raging bull.

An amused chuckle rumbled from him, while it could cause issues and had done so with a few pieces of furniture. It'd been one of the appealing traits in Gemini and mostly because he knew he'd been far more durable and held a string mental willpower to ignore a lot of what would make most of his kind cringe or back away. "But everyone has a storied past, right? When you're a single mother sometimes the other half-past can bite and it bites hard with iron-steel jaws.

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

"You're kidding." Keira spoke with initial skepticism at the idea that Frankie Dean was very much alive, denial over the information visible on her face. The man had left her cousin behind (she could even argue the woman was her own flesh and blood, even if Veela sisterhoods didn't exactly work that way) with a small child. Being a single mother herself, she couldn't begin to imagine Gemini's struggle as Keira had her ex-husband's presence in her children's education; to think a man would deliberately fake their own death and leave their offspring behind in such a way made her feel sick.

Something that struck her as odd was the fact she wasn't privy to this new turn of events despite it directly affecting her family. It was difficult to juggle that with her quick-tempered nature, as she felt the need to find out where Mr. Dean was so to deck him swiftly in the face - pacifism notwithstanding.

"I'm pretty sure faking your own death is illegal. That's fraud. You can just throw the book at him." Her tone had audibly changed to an upset one, even if it didn't raise in volume. Brows furrowed as she tried to comprehend the situation, as well as what Gemini was going through. Perhaps it was time to pay the woman a visit - it was quite jarring to realize Keira had been oblivious to the whole matter, and it was mostly her own fault as she tended to dive into work and avoid people in general.

"...In any case... How's Gem holding up?" She hadn't exactly wanted her injection of energy to come through anger, but it was most certainly the quickest way to enliven a half-Veela.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"I wish I was, honestly. But no, apparently they've under it some guise that it was some kind of important work." From the sound of things it also seemed like the man had been wrapped up in something far more serious than what Gem had been telling him. Even so, that had been her own personal history, the kind of information that he didn't really need and understood the distance and respect of it all. When and if she wanted him to know and understand the full story she'd tell him. Until then he knew the most he could do involved being supportive to both her and Gabby when they needed him as a rock the most. Still, it was an awkward avenue for the man, not really believing he found himself in such a position in the first place. 

"It's only illegal if there isn't a good or government backed reason. He's a well connected man from what I gather, his name still holds a lot of weight and sway." Trying to poke at an individual in that particular position had always been far more of a gamble in finesse than anything else. Families that held a sense of political clout in different arenas had been difficult target under the best of circumstances. "Plus, I think he's in the States right now. I don't think he plans to come back here. Did offer Gem that I'd go with her there but I'm pretty sure she's still mulling it over it." His head shook lightly and he offered a gentle shrug while pulling the glass of his drink to his lips and taking a modest sip from it. 

"At first, badly. From what I gathered she didn't even know herself, she was blindsided by a reporter who had access to the skinny after a gig. So. . . As you can imagine between the shock and the lack of knowledge at first she found herself with a few drinks in." Unfortunately, Marcus held an eidetic memory, the moment flashed in his mind so vividly that he could still hear the ringing of the key attempting to push into the lock of the door, the smell of freshly consumed brew that wafted around the young woman when she cam barreling into his home in a stumbled drunkenness. "Set the couch on fire a bit too, I'm probably lucky that's all she set on fire. Trying to replace more than just that would've been a hell.

Not to mention, it'd been a moment that somewhat forced him to admit his feelings to the cheeky Half-Veela. Who, even while inebriated, still managed to be even -more- cheeky than usual. "I'm pretty sure it's still bothering her considering that she spent the time mourning him as if she buried the actual body.  At least the initial reason why she'd been worried about the news had been settled that night easily."

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

"Important work...?" Keira trailed off in confusion, although not expecting a followup to her words of any sort, letting Marcus continue instead. Had Frankie Dean been involved in something shady, or governmental? What sort of action could possibly justify faking one's death in such an elaborate way, and leave one's family behind like nothing? Were they in danger if he had remained alive? Many other questions of all kinds sprouted in the woman's mind, but she knew there was no point in asking Marcus about it. His information was second hand at best. All they could do was look for incongruities in the available information and try to figure something out while waiting more of it to rain on their heads. It was something deeply unsettling for her, as she was not the type to just sit and wait for anything.

If the man was well connected, it was likely that he could avoid extradition; if Gemini herself hadn't known of the fact, nor had Marcus, it made sense that Keira didn't either despite her job. It was something mostly kept under wraps, in that case. "I assume the story didn't blow up yet. Who's the reporter and what's he got to gain from keeping it under wraps?" Waiting for the right moment? Wanting to have leverage? Gag order? A number of possibilities came up but there wasn't enough information to go on. She was suspecting that her blood boiling was influencing her judgement as well, and made a conscious effort to stop herself from pursuing a destructive train of thought.

She attempted to release at least a portion of her anger in a deep sigh, and proceeded to take another swig of the beverage in her glass - just like that, it was gone. How amusing was it that she had spent a solid half hour in that bar without even taking a sip, and it only took one story from Marcus for her to completely finish off her drink? "I can't even imagine what she's going through right now." If her ex-husband had pulled such a stunt instead of them pursuing a divorce she would likely have wanted to kill him with her own two hands, pacifism be damned. The possible agony was too great for her to picture in her mind. "Just... Let her breathe for a while. There's not much to do. This is stupid..."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"Couldn't tell you the specifics of it currently." His fingers clutched at the glass then he brought it up to his lips where he started to sip from the edge of it conservatively. "Though me going to search it out isn't the kind of thing to do on a whim." He closed his eyes and shrugged lightly. "Not anymore, anyways." If he only had himself to worry about it wouldn't have been such a big deal. With a few more complications knitted to the picture, such as the return of his Mother, Gemini and Gabby. . . Things he'd have no problem doing and taking the risks that came with it weren't actually things he should've been contemplating anymore without a well formed game plan of defense. 

"It isn't under wraps at all. Just never fully made it to Australia as news until a couple of months ago, he gained a pretty big draw out in the Americas'. Don't know who ambushed Gem that night but it definitely was someone who had really on-point international contacts." Not that he didn't, he'd mostly been ignoring his phone that night to catch up on more work that had been slacking. "I'm not sure how long he's actually been in sight, requires a bit more digging than I can spare." On top of his own personal research on things, the time just didn't seem to add up in his favor what-so-ever in trying to accumulate that kind of dedicated knowledge. "What I -do- know is that he hasn't made any effort of contact in any fashion. Not even on the media news platform to search for 'His Girls', honestly, not even sure if he's talked about them yet to any sources in general.

Which he counted as somewhat of a blessing for a numerous amount of reasons. 

After taking another sip from his drink, Marcus placed it down onto a napkin that rested on the bar top. "Oh, she's completely fine around me. Leaving her to her own devices and mind would. . . Be far worse on that. Overthinking, then going deeper into the 'wondering' on the various why's: Why now?, Why hasn't he contacted them?, Why did he stay away for so long? that sort of thing." The time he spent with the woman on top of supping on her blood far more often than he personally liked gave him an intuited idea of the mental space within the Part Veela's mind. "I've been helping to keep her mind off of it, mostly various outing's with Gabby. And not bringing more of hassle for her somewhat childish tricks with the ever so -not- helpful assistance of my Mother."

A soft sigh escaped his lips, what form of twisted creator made it that his girlfriend and his Mother would be on such good terms when it came to his personal torture? "She's stable for now but it's obvious that it still nags at her, that unfinished business that she -thought- was finished. Burying someone, mourning them, only to find out all those tears? The nights wondering and trying to build back up? Had been for nothing."

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

How was it that Keira hadn't come across it? The half-Veela was left staggered by her own incompetence. It was her job to know what was going on around the world and to provide commentary on it - how had Frankie Dean's name gone completely under the radar? Was she not being thorough enough? The idea of not being capable at her own job upset her every bit as much as it did seeing her cousin betrayed in such a way.

Her gaze fixated on the empty cup as she contemplated getting a refill. She opened her lips to speak for such a thing, but clung to the topic at hand instead reflexively. "I get it. Can't help but think that same crap over and over right now and I'm not even directly involved." From her years discussing politics she knew there were always two sides to every story; it was likely that the man left for no reason whatsoever. However, her sense of family and community made her invariably overprotective over Gemini and Gabby. "I don't really have much in the way of sources over in the States, but I'll keep an eye on it too."

Perhaps a few of her online 'friends' over the years would be able to help her - all of them journalists. Not sources in themselves necessarily, but they had the tools to look into that sort of thing, especially if they lived wherever it was Frankie had popped up in.

"I think I'll keep a lid on it anyway. You know, for family reasons." The Hammonds, in particular, were very protective of their kind. "The last thing she needs right now is overzealous folks breathing down her neck. You're doing good. If you need any help, let me know." Various things went through her head - dragging Shreya along for a movie night, taking care of Gabby so the pair could have a night out, making up an excuse for a family gathering, among other things. Distraction was something Keira had always been good at, and she'd do her best at it.

As far as Keira was concerned, Frankie Dean was still dead and buried.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"It's the kind of thing that would send a wave through everyone connected in some way." Either through memories of their own issues or proxy through the innate care someone held for an individual, it would've been difficult to escape hearing such a thing and not being infuriated or upset on some level. "Just be careful with it, I know you're a whole daring sort but the last thing I need is both Gemini and Sibs tearing into me about telling you this and you ending up surrounded by a bunch of guys with guns or something." He smirked lightly, as much as it had been meant as a joke he also knew the serious matter of situations when it came not only to political avenues but also the far darker elements of the Underworld that tended to be connected to the higher echelons in some of the most ironic situations. 

His hand curved around the class and he brought the edge of it to his lips, tipping the last of the contents from the glass and into his mouth. Giving a conservative swig as if he needed to wash away an intensely bad aftertaste before swallowing it down fully. 

"Overzealous will end up breathing anyways, when it isn't really a secret any longer and her ties well to the man well known amongst those that had kept tabs before his sudden disappearance well. . ." There had always been a 'story', something news worthy to others when it came to misfortune and misery. The potential shake up and compromises that could cause an emotional or verbal slip-up in a person once certain details that may or may not have been know pop up. "Eventually the wave will end, the question is always on the 'when'." Taking in a deep breath afterwards his shoulders offered up a shrug of resignation and his hand pushed the class towards the Bartender for a refill. 

"Ahaha, I should be fine honestly. Worse stresses in my life that's for certain." His gaze narrowed in thought; problems that had yet to be resolved on his own end with a few things that he could only truly acknowledge as 'Family Business'. "My Mother helps out when she can even though she probably should be resting. Though I think it helps to keep her distracted so I don't push too much." Once his refill had been completed he pulled the glass with the napkin back towards him. "Though I'd say contact Gem to see if she might need a girl's night out. Just avoid the whole, letting her get -too- drunk. Depending on how her mind is things can either get really pranky or really fiery.

The pranks weren't too bad of a thing to try and avoid, as much as he preferred -not- being a target every day. It'd been, by far, more preferred than the woman burning something down out of rage or sorrow. "A night out will give her a good reminder that she won't really lose anything just because a heavy change in life happened."

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

"Telling me what? I haven't heard a word." Keira joked in return. She then caught the nearby bartender's attention with a two finger wave, motioning for a refill. She didn't want to fall back into old liquid habits but the information was proving to be very hard to swallow, especially considering the pair were discussing someone whom had been traumatized and whom they deeply cared for.

It didn't sit well with her for the situation to be swept under the rug, but Keira wasn't so unintelligent as to not understand every situation had its nuances. While she did advocate for justice in every single scenario on the face of the planet, the truth of the matter was that Gemini's mental well being was the priority, as well as Gabrielle's security. In a twisted way, it was probably for the best that Frankie Dean *didn't* come back - it likely would open a can of worms nobody in the know would like to bear witness to.

"Sounds like something I can do. You think some sort of movie night would do the trick?" Keira wasn't too sure of what kind of genre Gemini preferred, and she herself was more partial to horror; it wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and she would likely have to ask people attending for help. "Mostly alcohol free, I promise. We can get our rocks off with ginger ale or something instead."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"Absolutely nothing, I'm just here talking to myself. Words in the wind, as it were." A small grin curved on his lips before he took another sip from the glass, lingering a bit longer at the edge of it before placing it back down. It didn't hold much of a sway for him bolstering a sturdy constitution even so it wouldn't do him any good to try and loose himself into the habit of downing way too many. It'd been a heavy subject, while he hadn't been around during the first wave of it, the second punch that lingered in recent days didn't lack in intention of developing a bruise in more than just a few people. 

"Hah, your rocks off? Don't tell me you're going to start using that line while holding a bucket full of ice." Not that he took Keira as the one for puns but the thought didn't lack its amusing image that he'd painted in his mind. "A movie night might work pretty well. That or taking her somewhere pretty active, she likes to keep moving. Actually. . ." The thought hadn't been a bad one, something that he figured she might say yes to under many circumstances. "Could always take her paintballing. It will give her a chance to fire off shots of fury that might make her feel stress free." Not to mention he'd heard there'd been a certain 'satisfaction' hitting a moving target that way. 

An almost mischievous chuckle escaped from him though the smile on his face had been one of fondness and warmth. "And she won't have any excuse when it comes to Gabby." She hadn't been his child, not that he ever thought of plans of having one. But he understood the mantle he'd been taking up when not only sparking an interest with Gemini but committing to it in every way possible. Marcus knew there'd been several years to catch up on to understand both Gem and Gabby to the point where he felt he could understand them fluently without needing to poke at their minds. "I can think of a few things her and I could do that will probably end with me making her the pancakes she loves.

Which almost seemed like an every day thing to him at this point. An activity which, at first, struck at every anxiety in his mind that came with having those even closely resembling a family. Now. . . It had been one of the many aspects of his life that he looked forward towards. 

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Gemini knew she probably shouldn't have been bothering Marcus so much... or at least she felt like she was bothering him a lot. It was been months and she was still affected by the news, even more so after today, but that was something she would have to worry about later. Sibylla had taken Gabrielle after the incident at the school, and told Gem to get some time to clear her head while she spoiled the girl enough to make her at least not think too much on things. It wasn't fair, this wasn't something that a young girl should have been brought into and Gemini's knuckles still ached slightly as she flexed her fingers. It didn't take long to figure out where Marcus was though, by the time she made her way to a couple of his usual haunts after checking his office and then home. And she stepped into the Mozzie tipping her head to the side to crack her neck a little before attempting to shake out her tension and failing.

There, Gem spotted him, and he wasn't alone. A small smile tugged at her lips as she recognised the 'sister' with him, while she shoved her hands into her pockets and walked silently through the place until she was right behind him and leaned forward to press a small affectionate kiss and nip to the back of Marcus' neck in greeting, before wrapping her arms around him as she rested her cheek against his back and afforded a light smile toward Keira.

"Fancy finding you to derelicts here of all places, drinking away without me even!" Gemini said by way of jest with a cheeky smile, giving Marcus a small squeeze, before then dragging a stool over so that she could sit in a spot that formed a triangle with the two of them, "Something strong." She said to the bartender with a nod, and then breathed out a long sigh as she cast a gaze between the other two, a brow raising in mild suspicion, "So how much should my ears be burning?"

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

Keira grimaced with the pun - she had never been a big fan of them, and in the past few months she'd had more than an earful of them courtesy of another of her cousins, a particularly insufferable one at times; although, at that point, she was pretty positive Evelyn only did that to get under people's skins. When it came to the oldest Hammond of that generation, it really, really worked.

Paintball was a suggestion that Keira heavily considered, head tilting in consideration as her mind wandered, half listening to Marcus half going off to her own little world. While the Squib wasn't particularly proficient in aiming or anything that went hand in hand with physical activity, she figured it would be her sister's cup of tea, given her career of choice - should she even agree to help, of course, but Keira didn't see any reason why she wouldn't. Having more people engaged in the activity in such a way would make for a fun time for everyone involved.

As she was about to verbalize some sort of response, some movement caught her attention out the corner of her eye. "Speak of the devil." The political pundit muttered to Marcus instead, chuckling and taking a swig from her recently replenished beverage. When Gemini approached, Keira gave her a lone wave with her free hand as well as a smile of her own.

"Not as much as my wallet after these rounds, I don't think. And hey, stranger." She replied to the woman prior to signaling the bartender taking her order. "This one's on me too." She wasn't doing too well financially, but she did have some money saved up; plus, if anything, it was a nice thing to do for the couple given what they were enduring. It wasn't like Keira was going to die due to an over-inflated bar tab one night.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

An amused chuckle vibrated from him, a glance turning towards Keira as the grimace took hold of her. "Sorry, I just had to. It was opportunity that couldn't be passed up." Not that he'd been much for puns himself though he knew she probably took it worse than he did, the mischievous smile that stretched on his face unhidden. It had been an idea that he could've entertained, a list of 'Awful Puns from Australia's Finest' as a part of the paper. Something lift up the spirits of those that read far more of the unbidden truth. 

Though Gemini silent stalked around, for him, her smell had been undeniable - able to pick her out before she even passed the threshold into The Tipsy Mozzie. Yet, he casually continued to sip from the glass as if he hadn't noticed anything at all. "Devil with a contract at that." He grinned, though it easily faltered from the kiss and nip offered to him by the ever so playful woman that now hung at his neck. A small shiver from the light touch running along his spine. 

"I'm counting your drinks, Gem. I can't afford new furniture every week. This is not that kind of a job." He smirked towards her, as much as he would've wanted the reporter business to be something financially abundant, the truth of the matter had been it was a thankless and low paid kind of a job with those that invested in it. Much of it had been towards paying others work as much as it had been to maintain the presses and greasing the palms of several sources. Not to mention he didn't really want to hear the words 'Strong' and 'Drink' flow from the woman's mouth given the most recent of news. "Only a bit of burning. Told Keira she needed to take you away for girl time, get you out of my hair a bit." His elbow nudged against Gemini's side in a joking manner. 

"Really just to give you a bit more of some fresh air, more focus elsewhere. Though judging by that need of a strong drink. . . Sounds like something beat us to the punch for distractions and not a good one."

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"Sorry, guess I should've stopped by the house to pick up my devil horns on the way. How are you going Keira?" Gemini queried after snickering quietly as she made herself comfortable, eventually settling with leaning her side against Marcus, while she kicked up her feet to rest her legs over Keira's lap. There we go, now she had all positive contact and felt maybe just a smidge less destructive. But only barely. She was never one to really play the pretend game very well, the woman was too honest with her emotions and how she was doing to be able to ever hide much. "Some of my friend, Captain Morgan, sounds real good right now... topped up with a bit of Cola," She said easily to the bartender, though knew that her drinks were likely to be monitored. That was part of the reason she'd sought out the present company anyway. At least then she could trust someone to pull her back from going overboard.

"That's why I make all the money, babe. Yanno, being a popular musician and all?" The young woman jabbed lightly at Marcus' ribs playfully, casting Keira a wink, "Really, I still wonder why people insist on covering the drinks when it really should be me taking care of that." A light tutting from the woman, though everything meant in light jest. The fact that the band had record deals now, and she was working on a lot of new material was definitely a good thing in some respects. Perhaps not good in others, especially when it meant that she was recognised by some as someone's ex. The thought alone caused a sour note within the woman, and as soon as her drink was set down it was promptly picked up and a few good mouthfuls drank down quickly.

"Wow, organising playdates for me like a parent who needs to get their kid out of their hair, now?" A smirk accompanied Gemini's words, though truth be told it struck silently at one o the things she'd been worrying about, whether she was becoming a burden. She covered that thought with another mouthful of the spiced rum and cola, however, before breathing out long. "So, what's the plan then, K? Since mopey breeches here thinks I'm too destructive to stay at home," Offering a quiet snicker, Gemini looked to her drink for a moment as Marcus pointed out the fact that there was obviously a reason for her quest for a strong drink.

"Some asshole reporter showed up at the school and fucking got in Gabby's face about you-know-who. If not for the fact that I had a bunch of other moms backing me up regarding the legality of his pressing a child without consent from her guardian, then I'd probably be up for assault charges soon," The young woman flexed the fingers on her non-drink holding hand, still feeling the ache from the punch that she'd delivered. "Sib told me to take some time to calm down while she distracts Gabs with granddaughter spoiling time..." She murmured with a quiet huff and sigh, "Fucking vultures, reporters... present company excluded, of course." She huffed a small chuckle for the pair she was currently with.

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Melbourne ☆ Radio/YouTube Political Commentator, Freelancer Squib Columnist✩ Kirupachi
27 year old Squib Veela ☆ She/Her

"Tell me about it." Keira grumbled under in agreement at Marcus' little quip, exhaling before ingesting some more sweet alcohol. While she managed to keep a roof over her head, there was no mistaking the fact true journalism was a dying art - either you got with the program or your legs were cut out from under you by the bigger fish. Most of the time it felt like they were traversing a mine field, and when it came to people like them, it was borderline impossible to open their mouths without causing one of the mines to go off nearby.

"Still kicking, contrary to popular belief. My bad on that one." She answered Gemini's question as she set her half empty glass down on the coaster. Not minimally minding her making herself comfortable, the Squib lazily rested a forearm on the younger women's legs in acceptance of her fate while her other hand slowly spun her drink in place with the tip of its fingers.

A smirk crossed the journalist's lips with her cousin's joke. "Oh, woe is me, I get to keep even more money in my overflowing bank account. Whatever should I do?" She joked in return as she impersonated the woman briefly, with a deadpanned tone. Questioned further, the half-Veela shrugged. "We were in the brainstorming process. Paintball, movies. I'm sure there are a million things out there that could be fun, but if you're gonna shoot some ideas, just make sure they don't get me killed." On occasion she couldn't help but be envious of the magic community. There were so very many things she could picture herself doing with its aid if she could employ the use of magic, and she often felt that the fact she couldn't got in the way of bonding with the vast majority of her family.

Her half-assed attempt at diverting the conversation was soon crushed as Gemini brought up the very matter they were speaking of directly, tossing a bit of a thorn into the lightened up mood that had been so carefully assembled; she couldn't blame her one bit, nonetheless, as Keira could feel the anger bubble under the surface yet again as was customary with those of her kind. The fingers tightened around the glass ever so slightly; in the back of her mind she couldn't help thinking it was a good thing the woman wasn't particularly strong, or else they'd be dealing with a broken cup.

"Jesus, it's just a kid..." As someone in the business, it made her stomach turn, although at the same time she knew it was too frequent a thing to do in that day and age. Keira wasn't a beacon of morality but even she knew nobody should mess with a child. "How's Gabby holding up, though? Been a while since I've last seen her." Hopefully she had already forgotten about that little confrontation and thought nothing of it.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"I can always pull someout from somewhere. Though you'd take to it far too easily." A small smirk touched his lips. The added weight from Gemini's lean hadn't caused any noticeable disruption towards his balance, shifting one of his arms to wrap around the newly arrived woman's waist to steady her. Even adding a light shake of his head at how casually comfortable she managed to make her self using both himself and Keira as personal body-furnitures. While he held no actual problem with her drinking, the desire to keep her from destructive means kept him far more alert with his Dhampiric senses. 

"I don't think you'd ever not be, 'Still kicking'. Probably kick up more fuss than Sibs trying to tend to a patient." Or equal at that, stubborn women seemed to be the key feature within that gathered group. "Oh, excuse me~. I had nearly forgot that you're going the full on Musical career route. I guess I can give up my job and start being a proper roadie." He smirked with amusement at the thought alone, not that he would even if asked. Journalism had been in his blood and he knew how to get to places and people in ways most wouldn't dare or couldn't even consider. "Hey, we work hard disrupting other peoples lives! Let us at least waste it.

"Now you -know- that isn't the reason why I really did it. You just need to get out a bit more with some fun." While he couldn't deny the woman drove him crazy many times a day, trying to 'get rid of her' had never been the actual intention behind the idea when it popped into his mind. Clearly she needed more of a break from his usual firm nature, right? "And sometimes you are kind of too destructive. Just not always in the scorching of sofa's, sometimes it's giving my Mother ammo she -shouldn't- have." He stated as his gaze narrowed. The woman still held it over his head his 'honest feelings' being spoken in a moment he had originally thought had been between just two people.

Goes to show him!

The news that suddenly broke drove him to a weighted silence. Reporter's could be brutal, hell, even he held his moments when the 'Truth' needed to be pulled out. But there were still lines, for the sake of decency, that shouldn't be crossed just to get a story. Intruding in a persons home, their private lives like the schools of their subject's children. What more would a child even know? Just to show that the man had been heartless? Or had it been a way to discredit the Mother from 'keeping her Father' from her. A disgusted snort exhausted from his nostrils. "Can't really argue the 'Vultures' bit too well, even in my case for many moments.

"Sibs is right though, probably need a moment to ease out that stress. It probably won't be the end of it easily." Unless he stepped in, he could do that. He had enough contacts and even if they wouldn't help he still had certain. . . Capabilities that he could make use of that he would've ordinarily shunned. "Yea, how is she doing? Does anyone know which Reporter's or station had been poking around there?

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