𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 | shadowhunters [ EDITING ]

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•spooky, scary skeletons•

"CAN I HAVE another, Maia?"

The werewolf raises a teasing eyebrow at the brunette. She was sitting on a bar stool, leaning on her elbows. Her eyes were slightly droopy, a telltale sign of Blythe slowly getting drunk.

Maia laughs. "I think you have had quite enough, don't you agree?"

Blythe's words were beginning to slur. "I think I haven't had nearly enough, considering I am the only one dressed normal here besides you," she remarks. She holds her empty glass raised in the air, throwing a pouting look at Maia.

The girl chuckles. She deals with drunk people all the time with her job. Drunk Downworlders are not always easy guests, neither are drunk Mundanes. Unlike most drunk people, Blythe was just silly when she is inebriated and not really a bother.

"I think five bourbon were enough to get you over that," Maia jokes, but she takes the glass from the girl's hand and starts filling it again. Blythe cheerfully takes the filled glass back and clinks it against the bottle of bourbon in Maia's hand.

"Disagree."

Blythe takes a large gulp from her drink. Some of it even began to spill down her chin, so she had to wipe it off with her sleeve while Maia laughs at her antics.

She leans forward on her arms, her blue eyes twinkling. "So, how are things now? Any luck recruiting new members for the pack?" Maia shrugs her shoulders as she cleans a few dirty glasses. "We're working on that," she says without a second thought, but she begins blushing when she realized her slip of the tongue.

"Oh, so now we're talking about we, huh?"

Maia rolls her eyes. "Don't read into it too much. Jordan is just helping me out," she says, but even she realizes how weak of a statement it was to an almost drunk Blythe Fawles. 

"Yeah. Sure." Blythe winks, taking a sip of her glass. 

The door to The Hunter's Moon opens for the upteenth time that evening. Maia leaves Blythe to her drink to cater to her new costumers who take a seat at the bar with just one empty chair separating them.

"- you talking about? Look, that guy's dressed as a devil!"

Blythe raises her muddled up head at the familiar voice. The new costumers turn out to be Simon and his sister Rebecca. Simon tries to explain to her that the guy she pointed out as a devil was in fact a warlock and that the horns on his head are actually real.

Rebecca was surprised as she stares at the rest of the patrons of the bar. She saw a guy with a literal pig nose with a woman with lizard skin next to him as they play pool. Simon explains how each warlock as a mark of sorts and how they hide they features with a Glamour when they need to. 

"But tonight, all glamours are down. Halloween's the one night we get to just be ourselves," Maia says as she joins them. Rebecca frowns. "Wait, did you just say we?"

Simon and Maia share a glance while he explains to his sister that Maia is a werewolf. She flashes her wolfish eyes at the girl, who chuckles.

Blythe decides to make her presence known. She abandons her half-filled glass, turns on her stool and faces the three of them, staring at the back of Becky's costume.

"Don't worry, she doesn't bite. At least, she hasn't as far as I know."

Simon looks over his sister's shoulder and smiles when he sees his best friend. Becky turns around on her seat as well and squeals. "Blythe! It's been so long since I've last seen you!"