<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Like always knew like. While she may not have been intentionally Cursed, she could sense the Magick on him. She couldn't tell which kind, only that it was a Curse and powerful. Almost as if a switch had been thrown, Jen took a very small staggering step backwards, the backs of her knees nearly colliding with the edge of the coffee table, but she caught herself a split second before contact, moving gracefully around Goodman as if she had always intended to step around him. The light contact of his lips against her cheek has given her the briefest shiver down her spine. Ki'rul, or someone from his line had been the one to Curse this man but why? That was an answer only he had and if he wasn't forth coming with the details, she wasn't going to press the issue. She had caught the slight flinch in his expression when she had mentioned Queen Mab.<br/>
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"We'll give King a few more minutes. If he doesn't return within the half hour we will start without him and I'll make sure I save him a plate or two." Jen glanced briefly over her shoulder, her eyes shifting back to their normal earthy brown. "The bathroom is up the stairs, first door on the right."<br/>
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She turned back to the bar. If this was how the night was going to go, she was going to need something stronger than wine. Perhaps she would open that bottle of whiskey that King had given her. Or better yet...<br/>
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"Down the hall from the bathroom to the left is the spare bed room where I keep a few ritual items. Second shelf, there is a silver bottle of Fae wine. It's far stronger than anything we have down here. Do you mind grabbing it for me, Goodman?" </span></span>