<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Halloween? That's all I can think of" he said in response to TJs question, since nobody else seemed to want to take a guess. Clay glanced at the one named Fey apparently, and narrowed his eyes just slightly at her. The other two gave him some concern, sure, but her...something about her didn't jive right with him. Since boobs mcgee seemed to know everyone's name without them mentioning it, he figured her memory of last night was a bit better than his. Or at least names had stuck in her better than they did him. Even sober, he was terrible with names most of the time. Though, TJ and Fey were a bit...odd. Odd things stuck pretty good. As his gaze shifted from Fey to the rather pretty one who seemed a bit on her high horse about taking action, he seemed to be able to recall her name. <br/><br/>Which seemed to trigger a flood of memories about what this place was for some reason - a crossworlds. Which just made him frown and look at the other three like they were perhaps a bit crazy, talking about normal things like pediatric wings and libraries, meeting at receptions? Times like this he really wanted to kick the thing dwelling in him square in the ass. His gaze turning down to the coins, despite his last statement on them, he still had an ominous feeling to them. TJ and Simone had them, and whatever they were all doing, it seemed prudent to stick with this group, as it were, for the time being. If the coins became something of a necessity, he'd just take it then. <br/><br/>As Fey left, going where she would, Clay stood up and pulled a business card of his and flung it across the surface of the table towards Simone. "Anyone want to refresh my memory on what the hell reception she's talking about?" Whether someone answered him or not, he was going to track and follow one of them regardless, just a matter of which one, he then tried to leave the Tavern much the same way as Fey did. As he did, the coin seemed to gravitate up from the table, and fly right at him and smack into his right palm, searing the same mark into him as the others. Crying out a bit, dropping the coin, he grabbed his wrist and hissed at the damned thing. "Fucking...gah, god dammit!" as he knelt down and swiped the stupid thing up, pocketing it and grumbling as he headed out of the front door, shoving it open in annoyance and disappearing out the front door. <br/><br/>Once it seemed nobody was looking, he closed his eyes and tapped into his Wicked and slipped into the shadow dimension. The others could probably use it, but if he got in there first, assuming Fey didn't also go there, he could track one of them. Hopefully. And aside from that, there was someone in the shadow world he wanted to inquire about something with anyways. </span></span>