Flames burn hot

[Elle Callahan]

August 25th

The broomsticks was a nice place to be on a Wednesday night. It wasn't too crowded but not a ghost town either. It had been easy to find a booth and with in moments the couple was served with drinks. They'd chatted about work and family as they waited for their food to arrive. It was a solid second date. Elle was having a marvelous time laughing and staring into Alex's eyes. She couldn't believe that she was sitting in a booth across from Alex Kameren, man of her dreams. They even held hands as they talked which earned a few sly glances from patrons. It was sickeningly cute but she hadn't cared. It was far too much fun to hold hands and make eyes at Alex.

They'd been talking over the remains of their meal when the owl arrived summoning Alex back to work. There was a lead on a manhaunt and he was needed back at the office. Elle reassured Alex that she was fine,t hat his work was important and that she's see him later. She was more than capable of using magical transportation by herself, even if it still scared her. Alex kissed Elle deeply, paid for the meal and was gone.

Elle stared after Alex, enjoying the sight of him walking away. He really had a nice arse. Music caught Elle's attention and she decided to stay as the grand Maestro took the small stage to play a few tunes. Elle wondered to the bar to order another glass of witchwine and listen to the music. She settled onto a bar stool near a stunning woman. Elle couldn't help but admire the older woman. She had a striking face, mature but very pretty with high cheek bones and large gray eyes. This was a woman who would age beautifully. She must have been 5'11 but with the wicked red heels she was wearing she was over 6 feet. Elle couldn't help but admire her long shiny blonde hair. It was sleek and straight and rippled like a waterfall down her back to her thin waist. Elle would have killed for such smooth hair as a teenager. Even with her wand she could never have such smooth hair for very long.

Elle realized she was staring rather rudely and she glanced back at the stage taking a sip of her wine.

[Fate]

Sheila Brooks, Approx. 53 years of age.

Sheila swirled the whiskey in her glass, the ice mostly melted. She was furious. How dare that harpy touch him? Even look at him! She was practically a child--no, she was a child! He needed a real woman. Sheila knew Alex had felt the same connection she had, their second date had been all fireworks. They hadn't had a third yet but he was a busy man. She understood. He was vital to the security of the country, constantly working. That was why he hadn't answered any of her letters.

Then the munchkin had the audacity to come to the bar beside her! After that awful display at the table. She must have spelled him, given him a love potion. Otherwise Sheila just didn't see what Alex would see in her. He practically had bent double to kiss the little bitch. And now she was staring at Sheila! Flaunting herself. Sheila turned, a snarl marring her face. "What is your problem??"

[Elle Callahan]

Elle had been humming along to the chatty tune that the band was playing when the woman next to her snarled at her. Elle was so startled by the question that was snarled at her that Elle jumped in her seat, which caused her to loose her balance on the stool and she slid off it. She managed to land on her feet taking a few stumbling feet. She spilled her wine grabbing napkins to wipe it up.


"Sorry," She said sheepishly at the woman. "I didn't mean to stare I was admiring your hair. It's so sleek and pretty," she said with a shrug as she pointed to her own messy curls. They were a bit fuzzy and all over the place because she'd forgotten to put in smoothing potion before she'd left for work.

[Fate]

Sheila smirked, glad to see the woman take such a spill. She didn't move a muscle to help her, instead putting the glass to her red lips and taking a sip with a smirk. Good. Let her be taken down a peg. Insufferable.

"Sorry," She said sheepishly at the woman. "I didn't mean to stare I was admiring your hair. It's so sleek and pretty," she said with a shrug as she pointed to her own messy curls.

"Y-ess," Sheila drawled with a disdainful look at the shrimp's hair. "It is a little disappointing, isn't it?" She suddenly leaned forward, eyes boring into the child. "Listen, you little harlot, I don't know what magic you've employed, or maybe you simply opened your legs wide enough, hm? But you need to get one thing straight, and that is that Alex Kameren doesn't want you around. Not when he has a real woman." Her look was downright poisonous. She pointed one long, impeccably manicured finger at the midget's face. "So get lost."

[Elle Callahan]

Elle's brows knitted together as she realized the woman was insulting her hair. What was the woman's problem? Eden apologized. She wasn't being rude just admiring her hair which wasn't entirely strange. Suddenly the woman was leaning in Elle's face and she just stared there, eyes widening as the woman went on a mad tirade.

"Listen, you little harlot, I don't know what magic you've employed, or maybe you simply opened your legs wide enough, hm? But you need to get one thing straight, and that is that Alex Kameren doesn't want you around. Not when he has a real woman." Her look was downright poisonous.

What the hell? Elle just stood there gaping at the woman her mind frozen. Was she just accused of sleeping with Alex? Who was this woman and why was she so pissed? As far as Elle knew Alex didn't have a girl friend. Had Alex broken up with this woman to be with Elle? Was that why she was pissed? Elle had felt a bit uncomfortable a few times during dinner, like they were being watched but she had chalked it up to people staring at their cuteness.

She pointed one long, impeccably manicured finger at the midget's face. "So get lost."

"I'm sorry but who are you? I mean if Alex wanted to be with you, surely he would have at least mentioned you once," Elle said settling back onto her bar stool and reordering her drink. Elle wanted to know more about this bitch who was trying to scare her off. Apparently Alex had scorned her some how.

"Unless you were that forgettable?" Elle said with a sweet simpering smile as her drink arrived and she took a sip. Elle couldn't help but compare herself to the older woman. She was very pretty and well mature. How long did Alex sleep with this woman? Had it been serious? When had it ended?

[Fate]

She pointed one long, impeccably manicured finger at the midget's face. "So get lost."

"I'm sorry but who are you? I mean if Alex wanted to be with you, surely he would have at least mentioned you once, Unless you were that forgettable?"

Sheila laughed. She couldn't help herself but she laughed. "Hahaha! Why should he mention me to you? You're just a harlot, there's no need for Alex to talk to you, is there?" She signaled the barkeep for another whiskey, putting down her empty glass as she smiled sweetly at Elle. "I know men have needs and so I don't blame him. But once we're married... " The shrimp's face fell and Sheila couldn't help but feel that sharp moment of satisfaction.

"Oh, surely you knew? We're engaged. And you only get one warning, you prepubescent slut, so back off."

[Elle Callahan]

The laughter grated on Elle's nerves and her fingers tightened around her glass. She was a grown up and she would not throw the drink in the woman's face. No matter how satisfying it would be to watch her mascara melt down her face mingling with the wine.

"Hahaha! Why should he mention me to you? You're just a harlot, there's no need for Alex to talk to you, is there?"

Elle just blinked at the woman. She sounded like a victorian lady. Did people actually use the word harlot more than once?

I know men have needs and so I don't blame him. But once we're married... " The shrimp's face fell and Sheila couldn't help but feel that sharp moment of satisfaction.


Marriage? What the fuck. Alex was engaged? Since when? Why the hell would he be dating her if he were engaged? Elle didn't believe Sheila. Alex wasn't that type of person. Maybe they had been engaged but it was broken off? Alex had taken her to the ball. Well, he went with her when she asked him to go. As friends. True they had great chemistry but it had been Elle who had made the first moves. It had been Elle who had said they should give this relationship thing a try at dinner after their mandatory date. Maybe Alex was just humoring her? But then why the bloody hell did he kiss her so passionately at the range? Why did he give her flowers? Why did he take her to dinner tonight? Was she his mistress? Was that what he wanted from her?

"Oh, surely you knew? We're engaged. And you only get one warning, you prepubescent slut, so back off."

"Why would you want to marry a man who is dating another woman while you are engaged?" Elle asked looking at the woman's ring finger.

"Don't you have enough self respect to dump the cheating bastard? Or are you afraid in your old age you can't attract anyone else?" Elle said getting off the stool, leaving her half empty glass at the bar.

"You wouldn't be so desperate to get me to disappear if you really had him, so until I see other proof, I will let Alex break it off," Elle said before leaving on shaky feet. She had some thinking of her own to do.