deathlessness | tvd / dctv } { i knew you, before the west was won

[Rosseau's is crowded, but then again, that's nothing new for a Saturday night in New Orleans.

It's part of the reason that the group of them decided to have their meetings here. Loud noises meant that there was a low chance of them being listened in on, even with supernatural hearing, and it meant that they could drink at the same time. The group of them were gathered in the kitchen, discussing business, and Hayley brings up the fact that there have been some bodies turning up in the bayou. She knows that sometimes vamp kills get dumped there to cover things up, but the kill signature on these were ... strange.

Or at least, that's what Freya would have been hearing if she hadn't been immediately distracted by a familiar face walking into the bar.

It isn't often that visions from her past make their way into New Orleans, as more often than not, Freya wasn't awake long enough to make too many enemies beyond Dahlia, and most of the people she did make the acquaintance of were mortal. The same held true for the woman in question and her near identical crew of travelers that came with her, but she knew from experience that when Sara Lance was concerned, things often weren't as normal as they appeared.]

Excuse me.

[Vincent looks very annoyed that she's excusing herself from this Very Important meeting. She waves a hand, before making her way into the bar itself.]

I'm working a lead.

[ ... and possibly some other things. That's not important. What is is making her way over to where Sara is perched at the bar, and sliding on to the stool next to her.]

Let me see if I remember correctly. Whiskey, neat. Two fingers.

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[ For Sara's part, she let the crew think that this was a mini-vacation—and in some ways, it was. But she had a hunch, and had seen some things out of place here and there. She was going to wait until she had a more concrete mission before letting them know. Laissez les bons temps rouler and all of that.

When Freya sits next to her, Sara masks her surprise at seeing her here. For Sara, it hadn't been long at all. She still wasn't sure what to make of the woman, but now seems as good a time as any. ]

You have a good memory. Or I just look like a whiskey kind of girl.

Most of my family tend to be whiskey people. I know the type.

[Freya's not entirely sure how long it's been for Sara either. She always seemed to be bouncing around, in and out of things, and Freya would be foolish to believe that things were always as linear as they appeared to be.

She flags down the waitress to get Sara her drink, before turning to face the other woman more.]

Though it is nice to see you again.

You look great. How long has it been?

[ To someone listening, it's an innocent inquiry. Perhaps these women were sorority sisters, and they haven't seen each other since the last reunion. Sara, though, is trying to nonthreateningly pin Freya down on a timeline ]

[She takes a deep breath because when was the last time they saw each other.]

1914? That incident with Woodrow Wilson and the kelpie swarm?

[Which may sound weird, but most of the people here were supernatural so it probably wouldn't raise too many eyebrows.]

Right. Yes. Not my favorite fashion era— way too much wool.

Just a few weeks ago for me.

What are you doing around these parts?

I live here.

[But just a few weeks, hmm? That is rather curious. She never did ask Sara the means of which she kept showing up in her life, but then again, she never really disclosed her end of things either.

Fair is fair.]

I have for a while now. I suppose I should let you know that it has been a little more than a century for me.

Really? Your skin looks amazing. You'll have to tell me your secret sometime. Moisturizer?

Mmmm. Lots and lots of sleep.

[Oh look. There's alcohol! Let's have a drink.]

But unfortunately, some if us have to do time in a linear fashion.

[She doesn't sound disappointed - more amused than anything else.]

[ Sara picks up the glass and offers it ]

Cheers.

[ after they clink, she takes a sip ]

So, New Orleans. I know there's some fun around here.

Oh, lots of fun. But that all depends on the kind of fun you're looking for.

[Because it's a valid question when it comes to Sara.]

Woodrow Wilson fun or something a little more casual?

[ she smiles into her drink ]

We need to come up with a new code for that... Woodrow is a decidedly unsexy name. But if you have a mystery, I'm up for a challenge.

[She glances back over her shoulder to the rest of the group where Josh and Hayley look amused, while Vincent is annoyed. Because he probably thinks she bailed on the meeting just to flirt with some girl.

He's ... half right, but that isn't really the point now is it?]

There've been some ... strange occurrences up by the bayou, and it doesn't seem like it's the responsibility of any of the locals. The moon out on the swamp is lovely this time of night.

[ Sara's eyes slide to the group ]

Friends of yours?

[ she finishes her whiskey in a gulp ]

You can tell me more about it on the way.

More like work colleagues. Except for the brunette - she's family.

[She and Hayley are getting along a lot better than they used to. It's probably for the best. She does the same to finish her drink, before nodding towards the peanut gallery.]

I'm going to go let them know where I'm going. I'll meet you out front.

Sounds like a plan.

[ she leaves some money on the bar and heads over to her crew to insinuate that they should only call her if someone is on fire. she then heads out. ]

[And Freya does the same with hers, before making her way back to Sara and nodding to her car.]

It's a bit of a drive. We're better off carpooling at this time of night.

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