✞ jennifer callaghan | original

[decoys]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ✦ Pᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ OC, Nᴇᴡʟʏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ

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[incendia]

lemme know if this doesn't work

[decoys]

[After work drinks at O'Leary's Pub is a rather colorful place, all things considered. Being a designated a magic-friendly bar a long time ago, the auras that fill the room tend to be a sea of colors from all walks of life. New York has been a melting pot of magical hiding among the mundane for generations, and it shows on nights like this when the main area of the bar is a sea of color and Jennifer is nursing a massive headache.

"Poor baby paladin," the ever so charming bartender teases, before placing another beer in front of her. "It'll get easier after a while."]

Promises, promises.

[She takes a swig of her beer, long and slow, before she looks down the edge of the bar and notices a girl sitting on the end of it. The muted green of her aura denotes witch, and she can't be any older than Jennifer, but she's fairly certain she's never seen her before. She glances back to Noah, before pointing with her beer.]

New girl?

["From what I can tell, yeah. Won't say much about herself, but her name's Bonnie."]

Bonnie.

[She takes another swig of her beer, before tipping her head to the side.]

Should I go talk to her?

["I would not take this the wrong way, Jen, but your people skills are not the greatest." Noah offers her a smile. "I mean that in a good way."]

I don't there's a good way for that to sound. What would Aaron have done?

[He doesn't respond, wiping the rag against the top of the bar idly. She knows that Aaron's approach shouldn't be hers, but at least it's a step in the right direction. She gives him a small smile, before getting to her feet and making her way closer to sit on the stool one over from Bonnie, silver cross hanging around her neck and the closest she has to a friendly smile on her face.]

Hey. I'm Jennifer.