"Well, look at you Mr. Productive," she teased him as she rubbed a hand over her face. "May I say that that alcohol you gave me should be illegal?" She groaned a little as she started it to finally affect you.
"Close to four centuries old. I should be, at least, a little productive," he laughed, shaking his head. "I didn’t even give you the really strong stuff," he countered, turning a little to point to the mason jars of moonshine.
Violet sighed as she heard the male’s voice. Seeing as she had no idea where she was and her car broke down, she wasn’t exactly ecstatic. “Both,” she murmured, walking over to the table in the corner and taking a seat.
He sat the darts aside and leaned against the old jukebox with a nod. “Well, if it helps, you’re technically in a ghost town. Place used to be called Ruby Hill until about 1908.” He knew it wasn’t a comforting notion, but he couldn’t quite help it. “Name’s Cord. Might be able to fix your car..unless it’s a newer model.”
"Wise words," she finished her drink before pushing the glass away from her. She knew about losing things, but she wasnt about to say anything about it. "So, you arnt ever to leave this place?"
He shrugged, glancing around the bar he had spent so many years restoring. “Got a few other properties around the country, but I like it here. Always have.”
Hearing that he had some friends here only made her nod and smile. Some jealousy filled her as she heard the words home. “You know, you’re lucky Cord.”
He shook his head at that, knowing how much he had lost to get to where he was. “It’s taken almost four centuries and a lot of loss to get this point. You find a place, and even when it gets rough, you make the best of things. Eventually, you find where you belong.”
"How about both?" she replied, her gaze travelling around the room. Settling her eyes on the bartender, Thea headed in closer and slid onto a bar stool. "Just when I take a bit of a wrong turning my car decides its had enough." Just the sort of luck she had when it came to cars or small trips away.
"Lucky for you, you ended up in the only area of moderate civilization for miles. Nearest town is Eureka," he chuckled, wondering how she ended up out this way to begin with. "Might be able to fix the car for you or find get you a ride into town. Welcome to stay here though verses sleeping in your car." Pausing for a moment, he leaned against the bar. "Name’s Cord, by the way."
"Cord, you caught me on a good day," she winked at him as the tension eased from her body. Tilting her head to the side, she looked down at her drink before she grabbed it and decided to sip on this one. "I guess this place would make you lonely," she murmured as she barely met his eyes.
"I’ll count my lucky stars then," he teased lightly, perching on the stool he had stashed behind the bar. "Not really. I’m not the only one that lives here and I got a couple friends that pop in from time to time. It’s a quiet life, but it’s comfortable. It’s home to me."
Once she heard he had seen some of her kind here before, she seemed to tense up a bit. Sure she enjoyed being around them, but her old pack seemed to haunt her and she couldn’t stand it. “Honestly, I am not entirely sure. Wrong exit or something.” Ivy sighed as she looked up at Cord with a ghost of a smile. “Not enjoying the company of the cold hearted wolf?”
The tension made him pause, hands lifting out of habit. “Not around here and not for the last few years. Knew a small pack down in Louisiana,” he elaborated. Her comment had him rolling his eyes and refilling her glass. “You seem anything but cold hearted. Just ain’t all that used to people you could say.”
As she heard how old the scotch was, a smirk played on her lips pleased with the choice. Quickly downing it, she placed it on the counter before answering him. “A werewolf, a big giant curse in my life.” The bluntness was something she had enjoyed. Ivy could never really care for those who tried to beat around the bush and ask nonsense questions.
Cord couldn’t help but be impressed at how she handled her drink, far too used to most choking on the stronger alcohol. “Known a few of your kind here and there,” he stated calmly, far more at ease with her honesty. “So, how did you end up in this part of Nevada?”
She nodded as she listened to him. In some ways it had made sense, but she shouldnt have been that surprise. “Can I get something strong?” She smiled at him as she looked down at her fingers, playing with her nails.
He nodded and turned to the back shelf, fingers ghosting over the bottles before settling on one of his personal favorites. Drink poured, he slid it towards her. “Fifty year old scotch ought to do the trick. So..what are you?” Blunt, sure, but he figured it was better than playing mind games.