Exton

A few phone calls were made and the joint is hopping. Guunnar had advised the Gar sisters and Monty to keep the Tavern open. If someone was watching for Morgan, it would be better to look like all was as it should be. It wouldn't be the first that Pandora wasn't overseeing the place. She was out of circulation for a while when Chloe was born. Guunnar had warned them that what may be one night to those in the Faery Realm, could easily be days for the Human Realm. Best to be prepared...

Fea's captives were locked in an old bird cage in a stock room. The cage was made of wrought iron, a beautiful artistic piece Grace had found at a yard sale years before and forgotten in the Gallery's attic. Furnished with a hand blanket on the floor and a few "doll pillows", it made the perfect prison for the three wee ones. A cadre of hand picked demifae kept guard on the trio.

The band Tori called were all shifters and could be counted on in a
fight. Four waitresses now served drinks and food to the crowd. Two were shifters, the other two were Human Realm crossbreeds. One had actually asked Ike about a full time job if she did well during the "crisis".

Ike leans on the bar, talking to Tori.  Guunnar lounges by the hall to the back door, a large canine by his side. The creature is half hidden by the shadows. Jeb is in his usual place by the door, watching those who enter and leave, carding the college kids and those who aren't regulars. Trooper lies at his feet, sniffing for any scent of evil.

Ike smiles at Monty, watching a newcomer try to pick up her lover. He smiles and refuses her number, pointing to the sisters at the end of the bar. Tori raises a brow. "Gonna hurt the twit?"

Ike laughs. "Not if I can help it. She's not a regular, and Monty can handle himself. Besides, he knows I am okay if he wants to play around."

Tori turns, leaning back against the bar. "Is he okay if YOU want to?"

Ike just laughs as she sees Tori's eyes flash to Guunnar.

"Tor, it isn't ME who fascinates the Viking. He hits on me to see if Monty gets jealous. Besides, I don't see Guunnar like that, and he knows it."

Monty slides her a beer and Ike bites her lip, eyes twinkling. "Why don't you take this to Guunnar? He looks.. thirsty."

Tori mutters something about not being a glorified waitress, but takes the tankard to the big man. She slithers her way through the crowd, nonchalantly kicking the chair out from under the guy who tries to grope her. All without spilling a drop.

She hands the mug to Guunnar. "Ike thought you might need a drink."

The big man smiles and takes the beer. "Ah, Danke!" After a quick swallow, he sets it on the floor beside him. Guunnar pats his knee and grins at Tori. "I could use a little company as vell..."

She raises a brow and plants her hands on her hips. Guunnar's gaze drifts slowly over Tori, skimming over her tight red tank shirt and the form fitting lowrise jeans, to the spiked boots. "Vat du say Tori? Keep me company?"

"You are hopeless Guunnar." She turns on her heel and begins to stride away. She hears his soft chuckle and parting words. "Nein, I am hopeful. I love feisty vomen. Vone day ve vill see who ist... tougher. "