One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila.... SHOOT! {MISERY}

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Friday night and, for once, Jessie was without a case. At least, without a case that didn't require transportation of the reliable sort. Her old charger was acting up so she'd had to give in to Colt's lecturing and left it with a mechanic to work on. Since that mechanic just happened to be her big brother himself, she'd beaten a quick retreat out the front door, snagged the keys to his GTO and taken off to Curse's place for a bit of R&R.

No way in hell was she being stranded where her older sibling could ring a peel over her head about what she should, could and would be doing in the near, far and very distant future. Nor was she in the mood for his poking at wounds that weren't quiet healed. Hell no. What she needed was a bottle of tequila, some loud music and a few hours to get rip roaring drunk. If she was lucky, maybe she'd even get lucky and meet up with a guy who was worth a few hours distraction.

Then again, maybe not she decided as she stepped inside the Pirate Flag and got a gander at those gathered. A shudder went through her at the thought of doing the bedroom tango with any of them. Yup, definitely going to need some tequila to wash those mental images away, she thought to herself as she hurried towards the bar and spied Curse tending.

"Hey Jordan... Please tell me you got some Jose back there because ... I gotta feeling its going to be that sort of night." she called out, sliding on to a stool and perching there with a wry grin.

The sandy haired weapons expert arched a brow and shook his head before moving down the counter to pick up the gold label bottle. "Your stomach, Coulter. You want to rot your gut, guess thats your problem but no getting sick on my floor." he snarked back, giving her a wink. "You want a beer with that?"

Nodding at her friend, the brunette was glad she'd dressed in a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top for the night. The California heat was still in full force and Curse liked to keep things on the ecomony cycle as far as comfort in the bar. Jessie half suspected it was a ploy to sell more cold beers. Whatever it was though, no one ever complained as it wasn't unbearable and seemed to fit the theme of a beach island paradise.

"Anything interesting happening around here?" she asked, wincing as Jimmy Buffet sang about Margaritaville and she had to mentally roll her eyes. "And as long as you keep the tequila flowing, i'll be as good as gold."

As the first shot slide in front of her, she glanced at the paper on the bar and blinked. Arching a brow in disbelief, she shook her head and looked at the bar owner once more. "Are they still petitioning to move that graveyard? I swear... You'd think people would learn. Why wake the dead if you don't have too? That graveyards been there for... well...ever. The town cant be that desperate for expansion...Someone should raise a few bodies for them and put the fear of god into the greedy council men."

Watching him ruefully, she continued to shake her head.

"Not to mention... Thats right on your back door step isnt it? You could be looking at a few unexpected guests..."

[Misery Marie Martinique]

Misery was in one of those  moods.
The chocolate haired witch needed a drink something fierce. No...she needed more than that. She needed a whole damn bottle.
Since arriving in town to find the adventure she'd been seeking in the form of a very blonde and very large wolf named Erik, the female had been feeling way, way off her game.
She wanted to have all the wraith of the woman scorned but instead felt like a damned afternoon thunderstorm; all drooping and weepy and nothing of her usual 'dun-give-a-care' self.
She wanted to get shit-faced, find a good-looking man and screw the hell out of him before slipping out at dawn. Yeah, that would show her former lover just how much she didn't miss him.
Misery wanted to toss caution to the wind and call up a tempest that would make the ground quake and yeah, that would show him how pissed off she was.

But the voodoo woman could hardly brew up a simple sleepytime potion let alone call upon the clouds. Her head was too mixed up and her spirit too broken; though she would confess neither one. Not to herself or to anyone else.
Damn that man for vexing her so.
She was a strong woman. A potent witch. She didn't need him or anybody! All she needed was a whole lotta' spicy and a few aspirin to cure the killer hangover no doubt was to come...

Which was what had the petite brunette pulling the jeep into a spot of the lot of one Pirate Flag Bar and Grill. She figgered this would be as good a place as any to tie one on right.
Misery put the Wrangler in park, grabbed her bag 'o' goodies, climbed out and made her way to the entrance. Didn't matter that she stood a mere 5'3" in height, when the Cajun fairly kicked the door open, everyone in the place turned their head and quivered just a little.

...Or so the fiery necromancer wanted to believe. Truth was there were only a handful of people loitering in the joint and barely anyone cast a glance her way.

Stomping all the way back to the tiki style bar Miz was sporting a serious pout until she laid eyes on  the infamous Jessie Coulter, one of her partners in crime from the past.
"Good Lawd, 'erybody I know gon' end up in this God forsaken town?!" Misery smirked and slid onto the stool right next to the lean, mean huntress. "What in hell are you doin' here Cookie? Wouldn't be huntin' down a rabid dog goes by the name of McCloed wouldja'?"

In her thick Cajun drawl it mighta' been hard for a normal joe to understand the voodoo witch. Jess Coulter? The bitch was like family. At least a second cousin or somethin'...

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The sound of the bar door opening behind her didn't, at first, bring Jessie's attention around.The Pirate Flag usually had all sorts strolling in and out the wooded doors so as long as Jordan wasn't reaching for a shotgun, she figured she was safe. When Jimmy Buffet slide into Kid Rocks "3 CATT Boogie" the huntress found her booted foot tapping to the beat even as the first shot of tequila burned a track down her throat. Attention focused solely on the intent of getting shit faced, it wasn't until a body cushioned up to the bar next to her that she glanced sideways.

And found herself looking at a woman who reputation was nearly as much trouble as hers was. Well, if not more, that was. After all, Jessie didn't have the power to raise the dead. Only put them back in the grave.


"Oh HELL! Look what the cat drug in!" she tossed back, grinning like an idiot even as she twisted on the seat to face the other woman. "What? Nobody's tossed your ass in jail yet? I thought for sure you'd met your end since I hadnt heard from you." she teased, grey eyes glinting merrily even as she motioned to Curse. "Hey Jordan, set us up with another shot glass... And the bottle, would you? Do you know Misery??"

As the tawny haired barkeep gave the other woman a nod and set a bottle of tequila in front of them, the huntress contemplated the voodoo witch with a keen eye. "No, I'm not hunting any wolf pelts. I've seen Erik a few times but hes growlier than normal. He just arrived a few weeks ago but so far, I think Lexi's the only one who's been brave enough to actually have a full conversation with him..." she continued, arching a brow at her old friend. "You guys have a falling out or something? I swear, from what I've heard, hes not had anything to do with anyone so I figured something was going on...."

[Misery Marie Martinique]

Sidling up next to the fiery huntress, Misery forgot her woes for the moment. Truth be told, if the voodoo witch ever had a real friend, Jessie was it. Not only had the women gotten into trouble together, they'd had more fun on their adventures than the Cajun necromancer  had ever experienced.
Whether it was stealing cop cars, target shooting zombie or getting thrown in the slam, they did it with flair and got out of it  with even more style.

Long story short Together they were some bad ass biiii-otches.

Miz smirked at Jess's remark about her not being in jail.
"We been there done that togetha' Cookie and I ain't never even worn the tee-shirt."
The witch kept the smirk when the hunter introduced 'Curse', and she lifted her chocolate gaze to look but did not recognize the man. In regular Misery fashion she gave the stranger a 'back off' arch of her eyebrow  before growing a semi-grin. Of course it grew into a full-fledged smile when he lifted a bottle of Jose and shoved another lil' glass on the bar.
Misery wasn't really keen on strangers. If he had a bottle of Jose and Jess knew him he couldn't be all that bad.

When she turned back to her old friend the un-Misery like beam fell right off her pretty face. Oh that's right, she just haaaaaaad to bring up Erik, hadn't she?!
Miz was a glutton for punishment and even though she hadn't really meant to start up a convo about the ex-lover she'd been momentarily distracted from, knowing Coulter knew McCloed, curiosity had gotten the cat.

At Jess's mention of the Big Bad Wolf Miz pursed her pout and grabbed the bottle of tequila, sloshing some into her shot glass before refilling Jessie's and then just tilting the bottle up to her lips sans manners.
She swiped the back of her hands across her mouth and let out a sigh of relief before shaking her wild russet waves.
"Fallin' out wouldn't even start to cover it, Shug." Misery tried not to let the despair tint her lilt, but it was more than obvious. To hide her grief the witch lifted the shot glass up and took a little sip; waking her inner bitch up before addressing the woman before her.

"Anyway, I got better things to do with my time than worryin' about whetha' my boyfriend got fleas."
( the word my came out like 'pie' with an 'm' )
The female quirked her lips as if the other woman would get her meaning and lifted a hand as if to dismiss the subject. Erik was SO not what she wanted to think about right now.
"Whatchoo been up to, Trouble? Still takin' out all the bad ju-ju in the world? Still ain't caughtchoo a Miz though. Neva' will."
Misery winked her dark eye and forced a husky laugh.

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ALl righty then. Boyfriends and ex's were off the table for conversation pieces. That was quiet all right for Jessie. She wasnt really in the mood to talk about her own ex or the complicated "relationship" she had with a certain fed who seemed to be stalking her around the country either. Relationship was putting it nicely as it was a love hate thing the usually ended with one of them yelling at the other.

"Me? Yeah, same old same old. What can I say? Evil never takes a holiday and neither do i." she drawled back with a grin even as she refilled the glasses and eyed her friend ruefully. "Been doing a lot of traveling. Was down in Acapulco for a bit working on a nice tan. There was a particularly nasty chupacabra down there eating the natives and I made short work of him. Enjoyed the trip till i had to make a run for the border. Almost got myself arrested and introduced to the inside of a Mexican jail but I always could drive faster than they could think."

Smirking evilly, the slender hunter picked up her glass and tossed it back before wincing at the burn. For a long moment, she let it settle in her stomach before pouring out another and saluting Mizery with a raised tumbler. "I propose a toast since we are both here, both alive. Heres to you, heres to me, best of friends may we always be.. But if we should ever disagree? To hell with you and heres to me!" she snarked sassily, knowing the other woman would take it in the good nature it was meant.

Lifting the glass to her lips once more, Jessie tossed the shot back and then slammed it down on the counter. Giving the voodoo queen a grin, she relaxed as she rolled her shoulders, releasing some of the tension that had been riding there. "How about you, anyways? What have you been up too? Raising any hell? Literally or figuratively?"

[Misery Marie Martinique]

Misery grabbed her shot glass and threw the tequila  back without pause, barely wincing as the potent liquid charred a trail down her throat. Before the liquor  had time to settle in her belly the witch was reaching across the bar for the bottle again, pouring herself out another.
(Did I mention Miz wanted to get rip-roaring drunk?)

She smirked as Jessie described her date with the mythical mischief maker in Acapulco, ignoring the surge of envy that went through her, and so damned glad that her friend hadn't ended up in a Mexican jail. She'd heard some horror stories about those prisons that gave even the scareless witch nightmares.
"I remember how fast you drive boo. 'Specially po-lease cars." She murmured with a grin and watched as the huntress slammed back her own drink.

When the other brunette poured out another shot and lifted it in salute, the voodoo witch lifted her own. The pledge was one that brought a girlish giggle out of the woman, for without help from the alcohol she was beginning to feel light as a feather. She supposed that was the benefit of having friends, and something she had only just recently come to realize in her life.
Miz mirrored the hunter in tossing the liquor back, slamming the glass on the bar with a playful thud.  Jessie's question drove the smile from her face however, because how do you admit to a woman as strong willed as the huntress that you had been floating through life like a purposeless ghost the past few years. 

Lifting and dropping her slim shoulders in an absent shrug, Misery circled the rim of her glass with an unmanicured digit.
"There was an incident in Washington DC a few months back. I was just passin' through, you know...looking for a certain grimoire that had my name written on it even though it was in the possession of a suit and tie that didn't know its worth. 
Came across some dirty hippies protestin' at the big cemetery there...you know the one with all the fallen soldiers. I didn't think it was right...so I brought up a couple marines to teach them a lesson. It was fun for a minute but..."

Again with a shrug and then she grabbed the bottle again, taking a sip straight from it before regarding Jessie again.
"Wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped it would be. Nothin' much is anymore..."
 

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With the liquor flowing readily, Jessie listened to her friends words and then arched a brow. After years of dealing with the public in general, the huntress was well versed in reading peoples expressions for what they WEREN'T saying as much as what they were saying. What Misery wasn't saying rang out loud and clear.

Damn, weren't they just a pair? No wonder they got along so well.

"Yeah, well.. these days, I've moved up in the world. I'm stealing FBI agent vehicles. Or, at least, dismantling them when the idiot handcuffs me to the steering wheel. And not for kinky time either, i might add." the chocolate haired vixen drawled out, taking another shot of tequila and letting it burn the back of her throat. "Would you believe that they actually let those guys drive around in such lousy vehicles? Took me five minutes to get the wheel off. I'm surprised anyone stays arrested these days."

Smirking a bit at the end of those words, Jess twisted in her seat as Rob Zombies Foxy, Foxy came blaring out of the jukebox. Foot tapping absently, the young woman chased the tequila with her beer and then glanced back at her companion.

"Grimore' huh? I was in that area a few months back. What kind of grimore are we talking about? I busted a bunch of black arts freaks who were calling up reapers to do their bidding. Let me tell you, THAT was freaky. They were offering some sort of service where if you had enough money, you could buy yourself a new lease on life and had people coming in left and right. Bitches were making money off other peoples hope and misery."

Shaking her head at the stupidity of some humans, the huntress put her elbows on the bar and leaned back. Getting comfortable, she eyed a couple rough looking men who'd come through the door and immediately pegged them for hunters. Dismissing them as a none threat, Jessie took another hit from her beer before continuing.

"Its idiots like those women that give witches a bad name, ya know? "