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
#9443
When Katarina pulled away, she just gasped. She giggled in Tabora's face. She was in control yet felt out of it all the same. She continued to dance with her, and tousled her own hair as they moved to the beat of the music. She hadn't yet seen Matt nor was she aware of any response on her phone because she simply wasn't paying any attention. She was more focused on Tabora and the music than anything. She was having a great time, and for a second, she felt like she was watching herself from the outside, and for a second, she liked what she saw.

When she looked at Tabora, she really liked what she saw, enamored by the sight of her, and she didn't question the sudden change in mood...
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus stopped at the sight before him. That was...Kat and Tabby...snogging...on their self-made dance floor by the snooker tables. His jaw dropped a little and he licked his lips before shaking his head to force himself to focus. Hot though that might be, Tabby being able to get that close to Kat? Not good. Not good at all. Klaus cleared his throat after a few moments then began to walk again as Kat pulled away from Tabby, seemingly oblivious to the fact he and Matt were here. He glanced behind him to make sure Matt was at a feasible distance then reached out for his wrist. There were people sitting at the pub tables, some sitting out a little far, so he figured it might be easier to make it believable if he just pulled Matt so his body was more side-stepping oriented than forward facing.

Once they were close enough, he let go of Matt's wrist and walked over to Tabby, walking up behind her as he began to dance. Hopefully she'd react in such a way that would make it easy enough to break the two apart by simply whisking Tabora off to talk while Matt caught Kat's eye or something. Because he didn't want to make a little Tabby sandwich here. He really didn't. He wanted to extract Kat and make it clear to Tabby she was to stay the hell away as quickly as possible.
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by: Tabora
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Kat was getting energetically into the passionate kissing and dancing that came along with a mild hit of love potion...perfect. Tabby returned the attention with vigor, running her hands down to Kat's waist before having another go up to the back of the woman's head. As if right on cue, the nagual heard the door of the bar open and two familiar figures walk in. Tabby grinned and sank back into the making out.

It wasn't until she smelled Klaus behind her and felt the heat of her body away that she came up for air. The fingers of both hands were entwined in Kat's hair as the shorter woman leaned her head back into Klaus' chest. The position made her arch her back slightly, but she smiled up at the angry man. Her eyes were gold with mischief.

"Hello, lover...Matty doesn't look too happy with what he sees."

The grip on Kat was a threat, if the agents weren't too dimwitted to see it. As long as their female friend was under the effect of the potion and willingly in her grasp, Tabby had access to snap her neck. It was a very subtle hostage situation.
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by: Katarina Bauer
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Katarina was sensitive to...everything. Her kiss, her touch, her hold...she didn't even take notice to Klaus when he came to interrupt them, she was too ensnared by the woman there that she couldn't take her eyes off of her. She pouted and whined when Tabora pulled away but she started to sway and dance with her anyway, her body pulled and hypnotized by the beat of the music. There might have been other people dancing too, but Kat didn't look around. Tabora was out there with her and that was all that mattered. She was gorgeous. How did she not notice that before when she approached her at the bar?

God, she was having such a great time...and how many drinks did she have anyway? Everything felt so good.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#9979
Klaus' eyes narrowed as he noticed the way Tabora kept her hands on her head. Didn't Kat think there was something wrong with that? What normal person would do that? It was an obvious threat to Klaus, and he didn't like it. But why wasn't Kat shying away, acting guilty? Was she blind? Was she stupid? Did she just feel like she could rip Matt's heart out like that and stomp all over it? Rub salt in that fresh wound? She really was a bitch, wasn't she? Only... It just didn't make sense. She didn't even look at him. Magic. It had to be magic.

"What did you do to her..." Klaus demanded, adding through gritted teeth, "'lover'?" He grabbed for the back of his shirt only to realize his silver knife wasn't there. His back-up wasn't tied to his ankle. He let his head fall back as he rolled his eyes at himself as he mouthed "Why?" to the universe. He should have thought, should have armed up in preparation when he'd realized who Kat was with--not stormed out willy nilly on emotion. It may be a couple days sooner than when he usually kept silver on him, but he should have armed up. It was Tabora.

Still, Klaus had to keep his head in the game. Most of her obvious pressure points were accessible from the front or through only obvious threatening stances from behind. Her temples he'd have to punch, and by then, Kat's neck would be gone. He could wrap an arm around her neck, apply pressure, but again, Kat's neck? Gone-zo. He could grab her beneath the jaw, press up. But again, goner. Pressure on the TMJ? Doubtful Kat would still be alive to tell the tale. Elbows, love handles, fingers? Why had he left his one good threat behind at his flat?

"I don't care what beef you have with Matt or with me, Tabby. Let her go. We'll take this outside, but let her go."
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by: Matthew Cox
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It would take some finesse to make this look natural, but Matt was able to hook a chair with the tip of his cane and scoot it when nobody was looking. Whomever was paying attention to Kat and Tabby wasn't looking at the blind man. So, Matt continued walking when Klaus let go of him and deliberately tripped over the chair, sending himself falling forward clumsily into Kat and tackling her to the floor, away from Tabby's grip.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

He spread his body out to protect Kat from anything that Tabby would do, trying his best to make it look like an awkward sprawl. This close to Kat, he could smell something on her breath that smelled like...daisies?

Matt pushed himself up and held onto Kat, dragging her up with him. He held onto her to keep her from going back to Tabby. Something about this made him suspect a poisoning.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Well, that freed Klaus up quite a bit to do what he needed. Matt had Kat, and that left him with Tabby, a Tabby he presumed would be apt to jump after her prey, to do whatever it took to regain her leverage or to escape if that was what made tactical sense to her at the moment. Quickly and without hesitation, Klaus grabbed hold of one of Tabby's arms, twisting it sharply behind her as he determinedly pushed her toward a wall, his hand coming up to grab the back of her neck as though that might keep her from attempting to hit back at his nose and carefully placing his feet so they were planted with one between her feet, hoping he might be able to prevent or detect an attempt to attack his instep with that proximity. "What game do you think you're playing?" he hissed, aware far too many eyes were likely on them at the moment, but what could he do? Knowing Tabby, she'd probably laugh at him or something. He'd seen her overtaken by his blind friend, but he knew that was no indication of her fighting skills. Matt had needed to fight hard. It was the first hint that nothing would ever be kosher with him. They'd danced around the topic for a painful amount of time.

"Whatever beef you have with Matt or me, we can take it outside. Let Kat free from whatever bloody hex you've put her under."
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by: Tabora
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"Gods damn you, Matt Magoo!"

Tabby hissed the curse violently even as Klaus had her pinned up against the wall. She was barely able to get her head turned, eyes now fully gold green as the Hinger demanded she answer fight for fight. But here and now wasn't the place, really, was it? If Klaus didn't understand what his friend was after the hullabaloo at the apartment, then Matt surely talked about the dance she'd had with him where he SHOULD HAVE died. Tabby regretted not following him to the ground, but that was neither here nor there. There would be other opportunities to take the abomination out.

"Matty's an abomination...an affront to the natural order and needs to die, otherwise he and the rest of his kind are gonna pull the world into hell, singing carols all the way."

She kept her voice low and straight forward. Klaus wasn't going to believe her or let her go, but for now, directly asked, she was going to go with the least expected answer: the truth.

"And no hex. Love potion. Should wear off by dawn," this time she grinned lasciviously at Klaus. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy the show, not when we're this close and I can feel it."

Probably gonna get slammed into the wall again, she told herself, mentally preparing for the temper she knew she was inciting. By now, the mindanes were getting edgy with Klaus' treatment of her...she'd be able to use it to her advantage.
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by: Katarina Bauer
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To Katarina, the entire world was spinning, but that high, the euphoria was so exhilarating. Her primary focus was on Tabora, who had vanished from sight when she went tumbling to the floor. Her body ached with the need to be kissing her again, holding her, feeling her soft caress with a tinge of spice and roughness that surprised her and pleased her at the same time. But Katarina was struck and was on a crash course with the floor. Someone had landed on top of her too, and she grunted beneath the weight of the man in question. When she looked up, she gasped. To her surprise, it was Matt. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Katarina's face briefly lit up at the sight of him, even though she was more worried about where Tabora had gone off to. "Matty?" She narrowed her eyes at him, clinging to him as he brought her off of the filth of the barroom floor. Normally Kat would be disgusted at the feel of old alcohol spillage, gum, spit and vomit even touching her clothing--but she didn't quite care about anything except the present...and Tabora. "What are you doing here?"

The text she sent, accidentally to both of her boys at that, had been forgotten not only in the spill she took but under the effects of the potion that was bringing all of her attention to the woman who had approached her earlier at the bar. "And where's Tabby? Where is she?? I need...I need her--I need to find her..."
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus' eyes narrowed as Tabby revealed her beef with Matt, but he did nothing at that moment as much as he wanted to. He couldn't lose his cool and get them more attention than they likely already had. He sensed the eyes on them, figured the bartenders would either be over here soon to try to diffuse the situation or were calling the coppers on him. If his worst offense was pulling the girl off Kat and pushing her firmly against a wall, he'd probably fare better than if he harmed her any further. It wasn't anything new to him that she wanted to kill Matt. They had put two and two together after the attack, after all. It hadn't required much brain power to deduce the identity of a were jaguar.

As Tabby explained what happened to Kat, Klaus gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the back of Tabby's neck. He didn't need to see that grin, didn't need to see how much she was evidently enjoying toying with him like she was. "And your kind don't need to be doused out? Matt's a good man. Doesn't deserve what you did to him the other night." It was more than "the other night" ago, but he was not about to ballpark it when it didn't matter right now. She'd understand all the same what he was referring to. "He's using his...abilities for good. You're using yours to bring harm. Tell me which I should douse off the face of the earth, given that." The answer was obvious.
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by: Matthew Cox
#10352
Matt rolled off of Kat and kept a hold of her. he was half following Tabby's explanation to Klaus and half focused on keeping his drunk, roofied girlfriend from going and making out with the hairball who clawed him to kingdom come. A tense rage was growing in his shoulders. What he'd give right now to just haul off and go after Tabby, bare knuckle brawling....but he couldn't. The civilians here would record it, out him, and that would be it. He'd be a hunted man on the run for the rest of his life.

"Good's relative, lover-boy. You agree with what he does now, but when the heat in his blood comes up and starts burning the people you care about, you're gonna wish I succeeded. Guarantee it."

The certainty in Tabora's voice gave Matt chills. He didn't look over at her, didn't acknowledge the threat that he was going to snap in the future, nothing. He just kept his grip on Kat to keep her firmly away from the ball of crazy Klaus was restraining.
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10376
She was being restrained, and she greatly disliked that. Katarina started to pull away from Matt, even though his grip was rather strong. As a few seconds passed she applied more strength to her pull, but it was no use. Kat was aware that there were people around, but the only one that mattered was Tabora.

"Klaus!" Katarina exclaimed, but not loud enough to alarm everyone. It was well confined in the small dance space, and her exclamation was to get her partner's attention. The look in her eyes appeared as if she'd been slapped in the face by Klaus himself--because the way he was handling Tabora? Oh-ho... Katarina was not happy with this situation. Not. One. Bit. Was he trying to hurt Tabora? Was he trying to harm the woman she felt so strongly for--that she had so much passion for--that she needed to be with right now?

Wait, when did Klaus get here? Nevermind.

"Let go of me!" She continued the struggle against Matt, and then she turned to Klaus. "You better not hurt her, Klaus!" She said, a little bit louder this time.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#10407
Klaus' chuckle was derisive. The girl certainly sounded certain, yet she didn't get it, did she? "If any of us have done something to deserve his brand of justice, then...just that. We deserve it. You have beef with Matt, not Kat. Leave Kat out of it. She's just a girl." Woman, really. But the fact of the matter was Kat had her own things to deal with in life without having to deal with shit that apparently was going to start coming with the territory when it came to dating Matt. If Tabby had put together who he was, then others weren't far behind even if they worked long and hard to keep MI5 from finding it out. Eventually, Jones' hand would be forced and it would have to be directed to another team or someone else, maybe Geoff, would notice while preparing footage.

Klaus rolled his eyes as he heard Kat yell at him not to hurt her. "Won't so long as she doesn't do anything that calls for it," he replied, not taking his attention from Tabby. That's why she'd done this. She'd wanted to lure them out but also have a way of guaranteeing her protection. Only, Kat was in Matt's hands now and not likely to get away. "And if she wants to make sure of that, she'll promise she'll leave with me now." He'd hand Matt his keys, let him get Kat in the backseat while he walked Tabby away, ensure all the doors were locked, be quick and ready to unlock his door as soon as he gave their code knock on the window, the code knock they'd have to change up just in case after. Lovely.
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by: Tabora
#10409
A tittering giggle emanated from the lithe Mexican girl. She shook her head sadly, like she was going to regret what she was about to do.

"Your people..made him from a werewolf, but you trust him like a brother...you're so blind to his real nature..."

She hissed the accusation at Klaus, then shoved with all of her strength off the wall, kicking her feet up to add strength to the blow. Tabora twisted and screeched as if she were the one in pain. She whipped her head back sharply to catch Klaus in the face, then twisted, clawing at his arms with her sturdy nails.

Inexplicably, after the flurry of attack, she went still and allowed herself to be dragged out by the bouncers who came to clean up the fight. She fixed her eyes on Klaus and grinned again.

"Remember, hunter, your prey..."

He probably would ignore her jibe because of friendship, but Tabby believed that time would tell.
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by: Matthew Cox
#10426
The woman's words made Matt stiffen. Werewolf? She was intentionally trying to goad Klaus into doubting him, or turn on him. That last jibe, 'remember, hunter, your prey', seemed to be a specific call to action.

When the bouncers came up, they grabbed both Tabby and Klaus, so Matt interjected.

"Klaus, is everything okay? Where are you, buddy?"

And again, social awkwardness was leveraged on their behalf. The bouncers didn't know quite what to do with Klaus, who started the fight but was the driver for a disabled man and, assuming, drunk woman who was fighting like the dickens to get free of said disabled man's grasp...there was enough confusion for an opening.
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