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[Mar. 25th, 2005|11:45 am]
Of Swords and Legends

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Well that could have gone a lot worse.


Claire strolled casually into Joe's, hand under her coat as she felt another immortal- not a surprise at Joe's, but it never hurt to be careful. And if you looked like you could use a sword, it gave your opponent pause. So you could run and hide.

Beli looked up from where she was at the bar. She'd been waiting on Jon and really didn't want to run into any of Paris immortals. Well other than Richie and Phillip the only two that didn't seem to have a lecture for her. She eyed the woman that entered, hoping she wouldn't have to take a challenge.

Claire went to the bar, getting a beer, and watching Beli carefully.

"Hello," Beli offered the woman her hand.

"Hi." Claire said softly, taking her hand to shake.

"I'm Beli Heaney." Beli offered up figuring her best bet was to be civil.

"You know my son." Claire said simply, sipping her drink.

Beli's jaw dropped for a moment. "You're Jon's mom?" she said weakly. This was not how she planed on meeting her.

"I am." She nodded, still watching her.

"Well, it’s Uhm--nice to meet you. Jon's speaks highly of you." Beli told her and took a nervous sip of her beer.

Claire raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad to hear that." She was completely shut down. She didn't want Jon in the game and him being involved with another immortal would increase the likelihood of that happening.

"Jon a good guy. Even been getting me to practice some, which is a feat." She said nervously.

"Why is that?"

Beli shrugged. "My teacher would a fit at me saying this to an immortal I hardly know but I'm not very fond of swords."

Claire breathed out a sigh of relief, "Mine too, actually."

Beli gave her a hopeful smile. "Jon thinks I'm being silly since he knows I can handle one."

"Wanting to and being able to are two different things."

Beli nodded. "I'm glad you understand, most of our kind doesn’t."

"Why don't you?"

"Bad memories."

"Fair enough." Claire said softly, warming.

"Jon said you are a writer?" Beli said changing the subject.

"I write." She nodded, "What do you do?"

"A dancer." Beli mumbled under her breath.

"What sort?"

"Ballet, I'm not very good though. I'm working as a waitress right now." She wasn't going to mention the sort of dancing she'd done in LA.

"Are you going to school for ballet?"

Beli shook her head. "No, I used to in Las Vegas before...well it didn’t work out."

"You died?"

"A lot of people died." Beli said softly, and then shrugged. "I know enough to teach kids, so something will come up."

Claire raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing, finishing her beer and ordering another.

"I have to say one thing; Jon's place is cleaner since you guys got here than I've ever seen it."

She laughed, "Good!"

"I’ve used his washing machine more than him," Beli laughed before she realized what she'd said.

"Oh?"

"Ah, yea I think he's as an allergic reaction to doing laundry."

"It's a boy thing."

"Along with not doing dishes? Not that I mind when he cooks but," She rolled her eyes. "He is a good cook. Does he get that from you or his father?

"Not me." Claire said quickly.

Beli smiled. "Speaking of Jon he should be here soon, he was supposed to meet me here, then we were going to get some dinner." She paused. "Would you like to
join us?"

"I don't think I'm going to break up a date." She smiled slightly, "I'll make my husband take me to dinner."

"Is he as charming as the rest of the MacLeods?"

"Oh of course."
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