The Alibi is a bit of a classier pub. As you walk in, a large, elongated bar is before you, shelves behind the bar top well-stocked and high with a mirror behind the bottles. To the right are booths and tables for sit-down meals and four upkept tables for games of snooker to entertain patrons. The jukebox at one end of the bar dictates the music selection patrons listen to whilst dining.
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10428
The struggle was real and it was intensifying, the longer she was restrained by Matt. Katarina had forgotten all about the text message she'd sent to Klaus--er, Matt...whichever one she'd intended on sending that message to, that didn't matter anymore. All she knew right now was that she needed to be with Tabora and Klaus was not being nice to her, whatsoever. "Let go of me, Matt." Her whining was getting less shrill and more like a growl as she fought against her enhanced boyfriend. He was more than twice her strength and was sober too, so she didn't even have a chance. That didn't stop her, though.

"Let her go, Klaus--let her--HEY!" She was belligerent now. Katarina saw that the bouncers were handling Tabora now too and she wanted to go after them. "Don't hurt her!"

"What in the hell is going on over there?" Sivvy yelled from the bar.

Nevermind that this altercation had drawn in so much attention from the other patrons...Kat didn't care. She just wanted to get free, and she wanted to make sure Tabora was safe.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#10444
Klaus' grip on Tabora's became awkward as she launched herself off the wall, forcing him to let go or be hit. As it was, his nose did still receive some of the blow from the back of her head but not as much force as it might have otherwise. He brought his hand up to wipe beneath it just to see if there was any blood. A little, and it hurt like a mother, but beyond the face and the angry glare as he mockingly mouthed her parting warning, Klaus gave no other sign it had got to him. What the hell was that? So what if the DNA was used. Matt didn't go about transformed as a wolf killing indiscriminately. No, he chose his targets based on crimes or other indicators that deemed them in need of justice that the law might otherwise fail to bring forth. His friend was a bloody hero.

At the sound of Matt's voice, Klaus' eyes left the doorway that led out of the pub and found his friend. "Peachy," he said as he approached him, shooting a look at the bouncers. He was not in need of apprehension, though they seemed to wonder if they should take him out, too. "Hey, you don't want me going after her, right?" Klaus said, and that seemed enough to disperse them. "Nothing, Siv!" he retorted back to Sivvy's yell. "It's all good now."

Except it wasn't. Kat still was trying to get free from Matt, and she seemed less than happy the girl was gone. Desperate, even. "Hey, Kat," Klaus said as he looked at her. "Sorry to interrupt your little...bout of...experimentation, but I figured it was a bit better I did than Matty here. Jealous boyfriend and all." There was slight emphasis on the last word, though it was more with his pointed look than inflection of his voice. He wasn't about to say, "Given he has super strength and all sorts of fun little superpowers," especially after Tabora had said her bit. That was bad enough. "Let's get you home, though. I think some water and some rest and you'll realize... She chose to leave you. Didn't even bother to say bye."
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by: Tabora
#10824
Damn mutant freak...Tabby would have had that round had it not been for him. Then again, had it not been for him, she wouldn't have had to threaten Kat. Some people just didn't have the decency to stay dead, the Nagual thought. The two security guys dragging her out were not being gentle...that was fine. Tabby waited for them to get her through the door and dump her on the ground. She'd played this game before. In a way, it was as much a walk of shame for her as thee actual morning-after walk. And, like the sexual postscript, she didn't consider it shameful. This was her exit. Anything else would have the two men hunting her down. This was enough of a salve to their pride that she could get away for another day.
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by: Matthew Cox
#10825
Maybe he shouldn't grip her so tight...but he was livid. Matt already had a tender disposition towards cheating. This was...this was ridiculous. But something didn't seem right. Kat wasn't this lascivious about anyone. She was shy in her romantic affections. Even drunk, she did the charming bit, not the pining, longing, violent bit.

Matt reeled Kat back in and wrapped his arms around her in what could have appeared as a possessive hug. As he bent his head though, he breathed deep. Daisies...sage...some herbal thing he didnt recognize. Tabby's scent was all over her. That made him even more enraged.

"Let's get you home and taken care of, yeah? C'mon."

He started to walk towards the door, nearly forgetting to be blind for the public. He saved them by barking his shin on a chair. It genuinely hurt enough that he drew in a sharp breath before addressing Kat.

"Need you to be my eyes. Please...?"
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10850
Matt was holding her tight, because she strained for the last few minutes against his grasp. Katarina was frustrated as hell, still complaining and grunting as she made futile attempts to pull away. When Tabora disappeared, having been thrown out by the bouncers, Kat whimpered and whined--seemingly to no end, until Klaus and Matt both teamed up on her. Why? What the hell was their problem anyway? So she hit it off with someone, and now they were going to write her off like some freak? Sure, she might regret it in the morning, even moreso than she did now, because well...Katarina had a boyfriend. That same boyfriend who had his arms wrapped around her, restraining her from making more of a fool out of herself for chasing that wild woman who had the altercation with Klaus.

Kat huffed, a sigh, defeated by the pair, and with Tabora out of sight, she was able to focus on what they were saying...even if it was barely clear to her what just happened.

She nodded at Matt, letting him know she understood her instructions, and led him out of the bar. "Fine." She said. Katarina knew he could very well see in front of him, possibly better than she could, but her job as the doting girlfriend was to lead her blind boyfriend in front of the group of humans that were gathered here to keep up with that facade.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#10886
That fine almost seemed a little too sudden, even if Matt had just hurt himself for sake of keeping up the blind rouse. Klaus got a little closer in case Kat decided to pull funny business and he had need to touch Matt to remind him he needed to be the one to go after him as the sighted individual. That radar sense certainly made this whole blind thing a bit harder for Matt to pull off at times, and the last thing they needed was someone from the project or the department to see them out and about and Matt acting like any other individual despite his supposed lack of sight.

"So, Baby's parked out front," he said to the two with him then added in a lower tone only Matt would likely be able to hear with the music and general noise of the pub, "I'll keep an eye out." Matt would figure out where to go from there if he had to unlock his side then make a sudden move to ward off Tabby. Somehow, Klaus had his doubts they'd seen the last of her for the night. Someone didn't put someone else under a love potion or whatever the hell just to snog in front of said person's boyfriend and her own one night stand, especially not someone like Tabora. No, she was up to something, and there was no way in hell she could possibly think such a thing would put Matt off his game the next time they had a run-in. No, they would see her again soon. At least one of them would. It was just a matter of when.
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by: Matthew Cox
#10904
Damn that had hurt...Probably a nice bruise later. How did that hurt more than the bruises he got out on patrol in fights? Was adrenaline really that much of a pain killer? It didn't matter now that Klaus had a hand on his shoulder and was 'guiding' them out to the front of the building to where they'd left Baby.

"How did you even hook up with that witch anyway?"

Matt pronounced the word as if it were a curse instead of a factual statement of what the Mexican girl was. Maybe the reminder that she could use magic would help Kat remember that how she was feeling wasn't typical for her. Even if it didn't, Matt wasn't going to be releasing that tight grip on his girl anytime soon. His. Even if she'd been unfaithful. Cheating... No, Matt argued. She wasn't unfaithful, she hadn't cheated. She'd been poisoned. They'd need to neutralize that, possibly. Emesis maybe? Would that help if the poison was already in the blood stream? Maybe just fluids. Lots and lots of water. Hell...he didn't know.
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10931
A flicker of a glare came off of Kat's eyes as he posed the question about 'the witch', but she recoiled. Did he mean that in a sense that she was an actual witch? She had to take into account their line of work, after all. The term 'witch' wasn't just a substitute for 'bitch', it was also meant in a literal sense.

The potion, still moving through her veins, was making it hard to concentrate. Katarina was fighting it off to the best of her abilities because she knew they were talking to her; Their lips were moving but it was hard to hear Klaus, a muffled, garbled mess in her head. She pressed her ears and flexed her jaw, in an attempt to pop her ears, and once she shook her head, Kat could hear a little better when Matt asked his question. The scent of Tabora's perfume lingered, pulling her focus in a different direction, but Kat grounded herself as she clung to her boyfriend. The need to chase after the woman was still there. "I-I don't know. It's a little blurry." Kat sighed, as she pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes tight.

"I was here waiting for...for Klaus," She confessed with a hint of sadness in her tone. "Tabora came up. Introduced herself..." Ugh, just saying her name made Katarina feel butterflies in her stomach. Stop it.

"She said we should dance. Said I should text you, have you come down here, and the rest is a little hazy." Katarina licked her lips, and the faint recollection of the way she'd kissed her, and the way she tasted was still lingering. How much of that did he see? Damn, Katarina's head hurt.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#10946
She was waiting for him? Klaus' brows furrowed slightly and then he fought the urge to face palm as he realized that statement had not helped. It hadn't helped her case at all. She'd texted them both. And apparently there was a very real possible it had been meant for him instead of Matt. Oh, ok. Well, no, that helped some. Tabora had told her to text Matt and get him down here. So it was meant for him but her original reason for being at Alibi also explained why he got both texts too more or less. She hadn't intended it if she was this out of it at that time, but it was natural for a drunk, potion-riddled brain, right? Klaus guessed. He didn't know how all this magic crap worked, even after his time down below. A bit better than some, perhaps, but certainly not all of it. He hadn't been raised a wizard and certainly wasn't one now.

"Well, seemed she wanted Matt to see that," Klaus said, Captain Obvious though it was. She'd hoped Matt would lose it and reveal himself in the crowd, incite a fight, give her a chance at him again. "Fuck." Eloquent wasn't his forte.
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by: Matthew Cox
#10949
Down to the curse, Matt found himself agreeing with Klaus.

"Sounds about right. Let's get you back to somewhere safe and get some water in you, hopefully that will dilute the whatever it is...otherwise you're gonna hate the idea I have."

Did they have charcoal pills? If not, saltwater and hydrogen peroxide would work for an emetic. Whatever they did, Matt was going to have to wrestle with his anger at Kat for the rest of the night. She'd put herself in a compromising situation, no matter the reason. She was smarter than that! He shouldn't be so upset, but...damn...
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10970
Dread. Regret. Those two feelings kept flickering in and out between the strong desire to take off in a full sprint to find the woman who ... poisoned her? Katarina's shoulders sank. But how did they know that girl, and how did they know her so well--that they'd already put two and two together, faster than Katarina, a girl with actual witch blood. Oh yeah, that awful feeling sank in too when she realized she hadn't told the boys the results of that meeting that reeled her in this morning at work. Ugh.

She gulped. Water sounded like the best remedy, but...what the hell was Matt thinking of doing? Poison to draw the poison out? Surely...

Dammit.

Katarina tried not to think too much on Klaus' words of Tabora wanting to draw out Matt with the threat of harming his poor human girlfriend. Yes, she fucked up royally, and when she was nice and sober they dynamic duo wasn't going to let her hear the end of this, were they? Shit.

"I just...can I go home..." She didn't finish her sentence, but Katarina desperately wanted to be alone, away from the boys even, away from the humiliation that would come with the sobering realization that she'd essentially cheated on her boyfriend with the woman who had been trying to kill him. On accident--of course--but he wasn't go to let her live this down, nor would he let this go without some words, she was sure of that. Tonight of all nights, one she'd planned to simply meet up with Klaus and talk about water under the bridge and how she missed just being his friend and partner--spoiled by the woman Tabora and her mystery serum that was bringing on one bitch of a headache. "Please." Kat urged, miserably. She was tired of sulking in this embarrassment, flipping between the dread of humiliation and the lingering aftertaste and effects of that woman's poison.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#11251
Klaus looked at Kat for a moment, taking some pity on him, but he couldn't do that, could he? "We should probably take her down to HQ," Klaus said under his breath, aware only Matt could hear since he was stepping off the curb and around to the driver's side of his car. It made the most sense to take her there. Maybe wizard cat boy could help and offer a remedy to help her out some. Then, they could take her home. Matt could stay to ensure Tabby didn't manage to somehow find her there and do something else to try to get to them, he supposed. But HQ really seemed necessary. He opened the driver's door and leaned over to unlock both passenger side doors so Matt and Kat could get in. Once they were, he turned the car on and pressed the lock lever button down.

"How are you feeling?" he asked Kat, planning on heading for HQ unless Matt said something otherwise that made sense. He was the one who had to deal with the medical side of HQ, after all. Granted, Kat wouldn't have to deal with the mutant team or whatever the hell group had interacted with Matt thanks to that stupid special program he'd signed himself up for just for a little extra money. Wonderful plan. Had worked out perfectly. Didn't matter now, though.
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by: Matthew Cox
#11257
Headquarters was a good idea. Matt was still reluctant to go, given that this was twice now that they'd be reporting Tabora for having attacked them. That alone could draw undue scrutiny and reveal his night life identity. But Kat needed help. Help that only Orion could give.

"Good idea."

He affirmed Klaus and sat in the back of the car with Kat. Hesitantly, he put a hand on her knee and tried to reassure her. He was still upset with her for not watching out better, but that didn't mean he didn't care or wasn't concerned.

"Hold tight. We'll got see what we can do to make this better, okay?"
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by: Katarina Bauer
#11272
HQ... Headquarters? Oh no. No No No... Katarina had a huge rush of dread run through her body as she slumped against the window. The whole world was spinning now, and she didn't wanna keep her eyes open. How am I feeling? I feel like I'm being thrown into a whirlpool and I'm drowning and I can't keep my eyes open or I'll throw up, and he wants to know how I'm feeling...

"Fine. I'm...fine." Her groggy words betrayed her thoughts as she answered Klaus. She knew she wasn't fine at all, and once the med techs got a hold of her, they'd give her that judging glance as they drew the poison from her veins or however they extracted it for testing. She felt the gentle pat of Matt's hand over her leg. As much as she wanted to lean on him, or seek out some comfort in the crook of his arm, she somehow doubted he'd give her even that...

Katarina held back the tears as she nodded in response to him. At least he was trying, but it didn't wipe away the judgment in his voice. Kat knew she royally screwed up, and she prepared to brace herself against his real thoughts that may come later on.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#11806
Klaus nodded, glancing at his rear view mirror to Kat for a moment before back forward as he pulled away from the curb. She was upset, understandably, and definitely not fine. (Who would be in her situation?) He almost felt bad that he and Matt had made an agreement to go to HQ without her being able to hear to know what was going on, but with any luck, they could find the kid somehow there late and have him deal with it rather than have to throw her to the doctors and researchers there. At least she wasn't trying to jump out of the car to get to Tabby. At least she seemed to be evening out. That would help keep Matt calm, too. Matt had to be feeling something himself, having seen what he'd seen and heard what he'd heard. But if Kat was no longer clawing to get to the foreign girl, hopefully that was a good sign. Maybe it would lead to things at HQ being no more painful than a quick little prick from a needle for a blood draw.

Klaus was silent on the drive, figuring words would get in the way of things. Kat and Matt probably needed time to think and process, do whatever couple-y make-up things they needed by murmuring to each other and cuddling or something. He needed to focus on the road and pretend that wasn't happening if it was happening, and focus on getting them safely from point A to point B. When they finally arrived, he flashed his badge, parked in the nearest spot, then unlocked the doors so they could all get out.

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