Babylon.

Music: AFI, Morningstar
1:12AM Thursday, August 23, 2007

Babylon happened tonight. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I got a few looks, since Theresa took my scarf so I couldn't hide my fangs, but no one running away or screaming or trying to follow me out (I think). The ghosts were alive, at least temporarily. Jace even wandered around with his tail out.

(Recount of an evening out.)

Because yes, Jace was there. Briefly. He tried to hit Konnor! I mean, just his hand, but still! Just another sign that something is *not right* there.

I'm getting lazy with my typing. Asterisks? Well, whatever, it's faster.

I stood up to Jace. Go me. Not that it did any good, of course, but it *felt* good for about two minutes. He even backed down. And I'm stronger than he is, I think-- physically, anyway.

And Jace tried to get Eric drunk! Slipped him brandy in his coke! Eric wasn't more than a little buzzed, thankfully, apparently he only had a few sips before Jace started making him uncomfortable and he decided to stop. He's such a good kid....

Theresa is still back in Babylon. I just hope that hangovers don't stick around after she goes incorporeal again, or I'll be in trouble tomorrow. I also hope she brings back my scarf.

And I'm not really sure what's up with Konnor anymore. I'm starting to think I don't understand what's going on there at all. He tried to hold my hand tonight, sort of, and kept talking about wanting to help me. When I say anything to Eric, he just kind of looks at me funny. And some of the things Jace said....

So... yes. Not sure quite what to think, there, much less do. I probably ought to ask Konnor about it, or some of it, but I have a feeling I might not like the answer. Might be easier to pretend I don't notice anything strange and hope nothing else brings it up.

I just hope Jace doesn't actually hurt him tonight. He left awfully angry.

And now, since I am awake without any inclination to go out again, I'm actually going to work. Do something that will eventually get me paid. What a novel thought! It's not like I don't have a mortgage to pay, or anything... or animals to feed.

God, I miss my cats.