Exton

As soon as Tori pushes on the door, the noise leaaks out into the night. That's the funny thing about the Twisted Tit. No one would know about the tavern from the street, not even the porch. Looking through the window, the people inside looked just like any other. yet stepping through the door, one notices the small differences. Pointed ears, colors not available in the natural human experience, even striped hair, shaggy furs, and feathers can be seen on the patrons. A Person can be themself and drop their glamour.

Walking through the door, Tori feels home seeping past the pain of Grace's death. Torrent steps in behind her, shaking Jeb's hand. The soundman from the Shifter band, who is playing this night ,meets her halfway across the the floor. He hands her a bottle and a glass. She turns, spying Torrent sitting alone in a corner table. Guunnar starts to sit and Torrent shakes his head. The big Viking lays a hand on Torrent's shoulder and walks away.

Twillon sits, ignoring Torrent's head shake. The woman with him kisses Torrent's shoulder, bringing a small smile. Tori hooks out a chair with her foot and sits, pouring a shot. She shoves the glass across the table at Torrent.

"Drink."

Torrent arches his brow. His nearly featureless face betrays surprise.

"Why?."

Ike walks past and hands Tori three more glasses. Tori pours shots, passing them to Twillon and the blonde fae. She pours the last and raises it.

"To Grace. To Grace, who saw us with both eyes and didn't look away. To Grace... The one human who saw us as we are, and loved us anyway... Just as we love her."

They echoed her sentiment. "To Grace."

The four downed their shots, slamming the glasses onto the table top. Guunnar slides a mug of beer in front of Torrent and the Brownie Lord nods. The big man draws a chair up next to Tori and the brownie and gargoyle let themselves feel the comfort of their friends.