Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Thirty-Four

Jen Titus- O'Death

"-and then she took me on the big Ferris wheel. We had a picnic. It was so cute," Stacy tells Carson. He asked her if she wanted water and she burst. 

"That's nice, Stacy," that has been his response to all her questions. Even when it didn't make sense. It didn't deter her enthusiasm in the slightest. "Did you get what you needed?" 

"Yes. Mr. Kennedy, Sir," she mocks and holds out the charm on the bracelet she started wearing after we got back from infiltrating the Supreme's tower. 

"That was obvious," I tell her. "Next time wear the bracelet from the start," 

"You-" Carson reaches back and tries to smack her. "Amateur move, Whitmore. What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" she mumbles and pushes his hand away. "And I am an amateur, dick. This is my second mission," 

"How was the conference?" he brushes off her comment. 

"The conference," I glare at Stacy. The cover-up for us being in London in the first place. "Stacy-" her eyes water and I want to punch her in the face for what happened at the fucking conference. "Did an okay job. She needs a little more P.R. training. I have a guy if you're interested," 

"Wait," Carson laughs. "You have people to train you what to say on public record?" 

"Yes, did you buy me being the eccentric housewife super in love with her movie star husband?" 

"Yes," Stacy nods. "I loved you and Benjamin together. As much as I love Taylor Swift and Travis whatever being together," 

"First, wrong. I was miserable and wanted to be put out of my misery. Second, your boyfriend is a football player and you don't know Travis Kelce's name?" 

"Why would I need to know anyone who is not on his team?" 

"So, you can predict how hard he's gonna get hit during the games. There are supernatural beings on those teams. Humans get seriously hurt out there," 

"Shane's a weretiger," she laughs. 

"What?" I look between them. "Like a tiger-tiger?" 

"Yes, and he's so soft," she smirks. 

"Gross. Also, holy shit. So that's true then? The Kennedys are weretigers. That's so cool," 

"Where did you hear that rumor?" Carson asks. 

"Some hunter told my Grandma. I read it in one of her sex books," 

"Sex books?" Stacy asks with a little too much enthusiasm. "Like old lady, how to get it on witchery-style?" 

"Nothing that cool. She just wrote some erotica based on men she slept with," I laugh. Witchery-style. Those words just came out of her mouth. 

"My dad wasn't one of those, right?" he clears his throat. 

"No, your grandfather was. My grandma was old. She was six oh five," 

"Dude," Stacy bursts into laughter. "Your grandpa was a pimp. He was all over the supernatural women. That's hilarious," 

"Actually, the story ends with him leaving her for another woman. She was a gargoyle," 

"What's a gargoyle?" they ask simultaneously. 

"Guardians of the Light. Humans who aided and fought for the light throughout their lives who were granted a higher level of power for their hard work,"