birthright_rpg | Testing time

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here!” gushed Maddy. She skittered between a couple of slow pedestrians, sloshing Coke from an open can. “Sorry, I was dying of thirst. My throat was like… caaaacccchhhh.” She arrived at the patio table they’d agreed upon, the one with a red canvas umbrella, and dropped into a chair. The legs scraped on the concrete. The day was hot already; the Joan Jett logo on her t-shirt clung to her chest. In addition, she wore a pair of ripped jean cut-offs, chunky boots, and Wayfarer sunglasses.

She sipped from her can.

“So what are we doing?”

Melody pulled her satchel up onto the table and pushed the flap back, the small vial of potion soon nestling in her hand. One of the things she had been careful of was the warning 'don't keep it in a pocket or near your body as body heat can make it lose potency quicker', so it was wrapped inside a scarf in between some of her smaller books.

"I did it!" she hissed, managing to remember to keep her voice down a little as she unwrapped the small silk kerchief and showing Maddy the bottle. "I finally managed to get it right, the colour is perfect, and I want to try it," she told her friend. The times she had failed, when the potion hadn't turned that colour, or had just basically exploded into a smelly mess in the beaker, she had gone in to Cool Beans for a commisatory cappuccino, and Maddy had consoled her, then kicked her ass and told her to keep trying.

"Thanks to you, I did it, and I want to try it, but I wanted you to be here, in case, I dunno, it doesn't work right?" She looked around, the early lunch crowd settling in and the orders being taken by waitstaff from the restaurants, numbers stuck on top of chrome spikes indicating where the meals should be delivered from the cafes.

"What if it doesn't work, or doesn't do what it's supposed to?" she said suddenly, slightly nervous.

And it was that nervousness, and the doubt in her abilities, that had been the main motivator for her to get this potion right. Her confidence, her whole demeanour had been frustrating, and she didn't understand why, until she'd been reading about this potion in one of the older books of spells Jazz had brought in from home one day, at Mel's request. That's when she'd started working on it, and she was finally able to test it, and Maddy was her 'safe' person, having heard the countless failed attempts at making it.

"Should I take it here?" she asked, nervously.

“If it doesn’t work, we…” Maddy trailed off and bit her lip. She was a natural risk-taker but knew that her friend was not. “We cast a spell to restore you to factory setting,” she stated simply but firmly. Was that even a thing? She didn’t know. “Listen… you should go into this spell calm and collected. Emotions probably muck with mystical energy. I once unlocked a door to Boston and wound up in a hell-verse version of it, just because I was menstrual.”

She shook that memory off and looked at the tiny bottle and its contents.

“I say take it here. But just… just do a little at first, that way you can modulate until you get the ideal effect.”

That sounded smart, right? Oh god. What if Melody took this stuff and became a raging bitch?

Maddy smiled to cover up the thought.

Nodding, her eyes wide with anticipation and no small amount of nerves, Melody looked at the small vial, and pressed her nail against the side. "Good idea, small amounts, can always take more if needed, can't untake it once it's down the hatch," she murmured, or at least she thought she murmured, she wasn't sure.

She looked around quickly, inhaled, and straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin as she pulled the stopper out, and looked at Maddy.

"Here goes, small swig coming up!" she said, forcing a smile and closing her eyes as she lifted the glass to her lips and tipped her head back quickly.

“Here’s to a new you!”

Maddy crossed both of her fingers and curled her toes. It was hard to watch, so she squeezed her eyes shut.

Brian spotted them from across the plaza. Brunch was most assuredly the wrong end of the day, but he was awake early to pop a gift in the mail for Angela and grab food before a shift at Tracks. His boss Billie had requested a specific type of yuppie sandwich that he could only get in a cheese shop down here. The brown paper sack dangled from his fingers as he jumped onto the seat of a bench and hopped over the back.

He recognized Melody’s profile. The last time he saw her, Brian stepped on her foot and smashed her into a wall. He thought it might be funny to startle her, in keeping with the trend, and see if she’d make that high-pitched squeaking sound again.

Through a haze of bushes he crept up behind the chattering brunettes, his headphones and a noisy track by New Order ensuring that he missed their conversation. Just as Maddy shut her eyes, Brian grabbed Melody by the shoulders and shook her, making a strange, “Blrrrrddddrrrrdahhhh!” sound.

Melody felt the grasp on her shoulders and before she had a chance to stop, swallowed the entire contents of the vial at the same times as letting out a loud gasp and cough. She stood up and swung around to see who'd grabbed her, and blinked a little as things went a little weird, and the people in her vision started to swim around, their heads all tilting one way and their mouths starting to gape. She tilted her own head to try and straighten everyone, and finally turned far enough to see behind her.

But her eyes were now blinking and each time she blinked her eyelids seemed to resist opening, and her vision went more blurry. There was a face, she thought she recognised it, but she also thought she hadn't been swimming in this sea before so she couldn't possibly know who it was, especially as his lips were now the size of the lower half of his face and made him look like a large grouper fish she hadn't known at one point... and then she started giggling, the vial still clutched in her fingers of one hand the other reaching out to grab the grouper's shoulder as she staggered a little.

"Youhavtagogivedemakissssstmakeupfthemallfalldown!"

“BRIAN!” Maddy lunged for the vial, but it was too late. As she stood up, her Coke can turned over and spilled foam in a cold stream down her bare leg. “You ass! That was a po— uhhhhh pretty fucked up thing to do!” She stole napkins off a neighboring table, but once in her hand, she didn’t know what to do with them. Swab the remaining liquid from Mel’s tongue?

Instead, she did a half-assed job of mopping up the mess on her leg, all the while watching her friend with a cautious expression. When she caught Brian’s eye again, she jabbed a finger at the tiny vessel, then at her mouth, then hissed ‘magic!’

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His first thought was that Melody choked on a beverage. A really strong one. Jeez, was she tying one on this early in the day? Granted he was the last person to judge, but…

He flinched as she clutched his shoulder. Mel didn’t smell like booze but he’d seen that sloppy posture before, that utter lack of vocal coordination, so looked to Maddy for help. “What’s she saying?” The only word he picked out was ‘kiss’. It wasn’t a horrible thought, but he didn’t think it was a real invitation.

Jab, jab, magic.

Brian blanched white up to his hairline. “Oh…shhhhhhit.” He splayed his hands but didn’t know where to put them. The sandwich bag hit the ground. “Oh god. Can you—can you stick your finger down your throat?” he asked, employing the tried-and-true method of dodging alcohol poisoning.

“What’s it do?” he demanded.

"BIGGgertimescirclezandYOUaretoooocute!" Melody giggled, her hand now gripping Brian's shoulder. She blinked and blinked again, then tugged on his shoulder and pulled him against her, the hand with the vial now on the back of his head as she kissed him, hungrily, and without reservation of any description. The hand that had been on his shoulder slid down and grasped his ass and gave it a squeeze as she pulled him closer.

“Whoa!”

Maddy’s eyes bulged from the sockets as she watched Melody’s fingers squeeze Brian’s ass like a tube of playdough. “Uh…”

Frantic, she looked for a solution.

She grabbed a glass of ice water from a passing waitress and dumped it on her friends.

Brian’s eyes widened, he opened his mouth, and then Melody – shy, awkward, rule obeying Melody – had her tongue down his throat. “Mmphh—!” He stood stock-still, palms in the air as if to tell the world, ‘it wasn’t me, I didn’t do it!’ His earphones hung crookedly around his neck.

She’s a pretty good kisser, he thought randomly, right before she cupped his ass.

Man, she was really gripping.

In the space of a few seconds, he thought about Valerie, and whether standing here in shocked acceptance was considered cheating, and whether their flexible relationship had a concept of cheating, and whether Valerie would just wish she was here to partake, and then, what the hell, he’d kiss Melody back because after all, he did poison her, and just as he was angling his face and returning the gesture, COLD!

The sea was crashing all around them and Melody hung onto the grouper, breathing as the water cascaded over them.

And then she realised it was really cold water, and not the warmth she'd been feeling before, and that her tongue was somehow tangling with something... someone... else's ... tongue!

Her eyes flew open and she stepped back, eyes widening for a moment as she looked at the grouper who was now no longer looking so fishy and she thought for a long moment as to where the fish concept had come from but quickly dropped that thought and instead recognised Brian.

And the water dripping down his face was what she could feel running down her cheeks. "What the hell?" she exclaimed, looking at Brian, then down at herself, then at Maddy, standing beside them with the glass in her hand, giving her up as the perpetrator of the dousing.

Why did she douse them?

"Maddy, what was... " And as she spoke she could feel the tingle in her lips and her fingers, and other parts and she looked at Brian, and for the first time in her entire life she didn't feel the embarrassing colour rising in her neck, to turn her face beetroot red.

Instead she blinked, and gave Brian a grin. "Sorry about that," she told him, "seems something I drank agreed with me a little more than I expected!" Even as she was saying it she felt a thrill run through her, adrenalin that had been released by the potion, and probably the kiss and dousing, but most of all she could remember all the good things, and she gave Maddy wink.

“Ya think?”

Maddy put the cup down. Belatedly she felt bad about throwing the whole cup when a few chilly sprinkles might have sufficed, but no fixing that now. Instead, she came around the table and offered them the rest of her stack of napkins. Water wasn’t as sticky as Coke so they got the better end of the deal, in her opinion.

“At least it wasn’t a stranger. Or a dog.”

Brian’s mouth felt weird, like the time he ate a kiwi before knowing he was allergic. There was a mild sensation of pins and needles. He rubbed his face. Unlike Melody, he was embarrassed, both for having caused the incident and for his reaction to it. Maybe there was residual potion on her tongue and it transferred, making him more susceptible to hormonal urges.

“Seriously, are you okay? I am so sorry.” He took some of the napkins and blotted his face and neck, which seemed to have caught most of the damage. His headphones still worked, evidenced by the beats blasting from the foamy speakers.

Then, although it was none of his business,

“Why were you taking a sex potion in the plaza?”

Now Melody did feel embarrassed, but laughed instead of blushing, rather pleased it hadn't been a stranger. Thought that could possibly have been an interesting test, she found herself thinking when Brian asked his question.

"Oh, it wasn't!" she told him quickly, eyes darting to Maddy, and wondering how much to tell him. But she quickly decided that given what had just happened she at least owed him an explanation.

"It was a potion to help with confidence,' she explained quickly, now feeling a little less of the tingling, and wondering just how long the affects would last. "Seems to work," she added, with a twisted smile and looking at Maddy then back at Brian. "Though I hadn't exactly been planning on taking the whole vial, especially in one go!" She punched him lightly on the shoulder. "So I have you to thank for that!"

Maddy shook her head and mumbled, “I need a cigarette.”

She dug the fresh pack from her pocket and collapsed in a chair. Now that the worst seemed to be over, she realized how freaked out she’d been. “If my hair turns white, I’m kicking somebody’s ass.” The pack thumped into her palm and then she unwrapped the cellophane.

“Confidence,” he said, slow and careful as he considered it. Brian shut off his walkman and rubbed the back of his neck. “So… you didn’t do anything you wouldn’t normally do. You were just… less inhibited.”

His eyes shifted to Melody’s face and then away again. Ah yeah, change of subject needed. He pulled out a chair and sat down, welcoming himself into a private conversation as soon as he retrieved the sandwich bag. “I could use some of that for my— ” He had been about to say telekinesis but caught himself.

“Music?” Maddy prompted. Smoke twirled above her cigarette.

“Actually no. My telekinesis,” he said, folding his arms on the table.

Maddy kicked him under the table. “Shut up, you do not have telekinesis.”

“Oh really?” Brian stared at her. “You’re saying women have got the lock on special powers?”

While she hadn't been expecting Brian to join them Melody was rather pleased he had sat down with them.

And then when he made his revelation she stared at him, then Maddy and then back at him.

"You are telekinetic?" she said, the usual squeak gone, but the volume needing a little bit of work. Fortunately everyone around then was so engrossed in their own conversations, or lunch, that her voice was lost in ether.

"And why don't you want him telling me?" she found herself asking Maddy before she'd realised she was saying it.

Maddy scowled. “I seriously did not know he had it.”

She leaned forward. “Brian, for real?” A shake of her head. “I knew you’d been weird lately, but I thought maybe you were experimenting with heroin or penises or Republicanism or something.”

This was a seriously jarring revelation. Maddy, who could open any door she wanted, had come to think of herself as astute when it came to people's secrets.

Brian was appalled. “The least offensive thing on that list is the penises.” He pulled the headphones from his neck and began to wrap the cord. “Besides, I’ll tell you my secrets when you own up to your real age.”

Maddy snorted and kept smoking, deliberately looking at their neighbors.

He ignored his friend for the moment and focused on Melody. “Yeah for almost a year. Came out of nowhere.” He wished he had a pair of sunglasses because it was bright, even with the umbrella overhead. “Sometimes I second guess myself. You’re lucky I stopped breaking things every time I get caught off guard. That definitely counted.”

He stretched out his hand for the vial. It was probably empty, but if there were a few drops left, he wouldn’t mind taking a hit.

It took a second for Melody to realise what Brian wanted, and when she did she held her hand, that still held the small glass container, out and lay it flat on the table, the vial laying on the flat of her palm. Their bodies shielded them from any neighbourhood curiosity, and Melody looked at Brian.

"You want it? You get it," she told him, surprising herself a little, but getting used to this. Sort of. Her eyes darted across to see Maddy's face and she wasn't sure what she saw there. Her friend, for the first time Melody had seen, looked a little out of sorts.

“You’d make a good dealer,” Brian said, subtly taking the container from her palm. He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at them, muttered, “Telekinesis,” in case he was supposed to focus on something specific, and then tossed it back, hoping the momentum would coax any remaining liquid out. A few droplets hit the roof of his mouth. He tapped it like a ketchup bottle and then handed it back with a sour face, “Man, that tastes horrible.”

A waiter approached and asked if they’d like a round of drinks.

“Yeah, water,” he said, wiping his palms on his jeans.

Maddy gave him a pointed look. “Aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” she chirped.

"It isn't made for its taste," Melody pointed out, grinning, as she took the vial back and retrieved the stopper from where it had landed on the table. As she slipped it back into her back she looked at Maddy.

"Hey, he might have brought us lunch!" she suggested, indicating the paper bag Brian had collected and reached out to grab it. "Something special for us?" she added.

“If you like rancid cheese,” he said. “I got it for my boss.” Brian tucked the sandwich bag in his lap and wrestled Mel’s hand aside. “Why are you being so rude?” He smiled at Maddy, who had very little ability to offend him. She showed her ass so often it lost its potency.

“I just don’t like you keeping secrets from me,” she said, chewing on her cuticle.

Brian’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah right, like you don’t keep things from me. I know you slept with Joey, by the way.” He let go of Melody and accepted the water as it arrived on the table.

“I did not!” Maddy shrieked, then rounded on Melody. “Joey’s our drummer and my roommate. I did not have sex with him. I made out with him. Once. He smells like pizza.” She scoffed but her cheeks had turned red, not over Joey but because she was thinking of Valerie and that secret. He was right, she was being a hypocrite, but it was hard to back down once she got going. “Okay, fine!” Her hands flailed. “I’ve got a secret, too. I’m the one Valerie was talking to that day, when you had that argument.” She gave him a pointed look.

Brian’s mouth opened. “Are you s… fuck you, Mads!” He thought back to the night at the Dive when Maddy had hit on Valerie right in front of him and it all made sense. “God, I am an idiot.” He drank his water because he didn’t know what else to do. Knowing this didn’t change anything, it just made him feel out of the loop, which he supposed was how Maddy felt two minutes ago.

He guessed that made them even.

He reached over and slapped the back of Maddy's head.

"Ow!"

Awkward silence fell over the duo.

"Well, awkwaaaard," Melody mused out loud, blinking when she heard herself say it and not just think it.

"Uh, sorry, didn't mean for that to come out," she said, and looked from one to the other. It didn't take any major brainiac to figure out that this was some major revelationary stuff taking place in front of her, and in a way she was glad the attention had been diverted from what they were here originally to do, because she was pretty sure what she was now hearing was something that would have made her turn beet red and run away earlier - that Brian was somehow involved with a girl called Valerie, who was talking to Maddy in a way that was really upsetting Brian.

Or something like that. She had to wonder if the potion was making her brain hurt, or the conversation going on in front of her.

"Who's Valerie?" she asked before she had a chance to stop herself.

“A girl we both know,” Maddy said, saving Brian from having to come up with a fitting label, which she wasn’t sure he could do. The pair had left the Funhouse hand-in-hand not too long ago, so they weren’t estranged anymore, but the rest of it was probably a work in progress. “Brian’s seeing her. Things between them are complicated.”

“Not really,” he said, turning his glass in a wet circle. “We’re together. Sometimes we’re with other people, too.”

Maddy raised her eyebrows.

He shrugged. He had not tested any of these new boundaries and he doubted Valerie had, either, because she had promised to tell him when and if that came up. He trusted that she would, and he’d been so ecstatic after their night together that he didn’t feel like questioning anything. He just felt relief because they were okay with each other.

“So Melody, what’s the confidence thing for?” He sipped his water.

"Oh," was all Melody said when it was confirmed Brian was seeing someone. Again she waited for the rush of colour to her face as she recalled how she had kissed him, and swallowed, then realised the colour wasn't happening, and breathed a silent sigh of relief. Especially when he said the whole thing about being with others.

"So I don't have to worry about watching my back, in case she hears about ... before?" she blurted out, again the whole 'out loud' thing catching her a little by surprise.

"And the potion was a test, I've been trying to make it for ages, and finally yesterday I managed to get it right, so I had to test it, and I'm not prepared to make anything for someone else to test if I'm not prepared to try it myself," was the best she could come up with right then, mainly because it was basically the truth. Though she was pretty sure there were going to be potions she made to order that she wouldn't be trying out.

"I just wasn't expecting to try the whole vial at once," she added with an arched eyebrow in Brian's direction.

Brian shook his head when asked about Valerie being pissed. It wasn’t premeditated, anyway; it’d be hard to blame Melody for her actions when she was choking on magic juice.

“Hey, next time you’re doing magic in an uncontrolled environment, maybe you should use a dropper,” he countered. “Just a suggestion.” He smiled at her.

Maddy perked up. “Do they have to be good potions, or could you give someone temporary Eczema or diarrhea? There’s this guy who comes into the coffee shop that I’d love to screw with. He stuck a piece of gum in the tip jar. Already chewed.”

"Because that would look so much less obvious, sitting here with my head back and a dropper over my mouth!" Melody laughed shaking her head, then looking at Maddy and screwing up her face.

"Ewww, seriously? Already chewed? Dammit, you just need to add laxative to his next cuppa java, because that? Is gross!" She grinned as she thought of something. "Or, there's this bush, and the branches have that sort of 'medicinal' use, and it's supposed to be almost instant, so I could give you a twig and you can stir his coffee with it!"

Maddy’s lips pursed. “Impressive.” it was clear she approved of this ‘twig’ idea.

Brian was stuck on the previous thing. “Couldn’t you add the drops to your drink?” he asked, swirling the glass of water at her.

Maddy sighed. “It probably futzes with the magical properties or else she would’ve thought of it, right Mel?” She looked to her friend for confirmation.

Melody nodded, looking at Brian. "Yeah, it takes enough to get the thing right, and timing is everything too. It's only good for thirty six hours, and then it starts to degrade and lose its potency, and possibly do other stuff. I've been trying to get this right for about three months and this was about the bazillionth batch I'd made, but this time I didn't get interrupted, and all the ingredients were fresh, so I managed to get it the right colour and now I know it's possible!"

She looked at him, head to one side as she studied him for a long moment.

"You feeling anything different?" she asked, wondering if the few drops he managed to get from the vial had any affect on him.

He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe." He squinted into the sunlight; he was in a good mood, that was all he could say at the moment.

Maddy reached across and plucked him. "What Brian means to say is that he's got an exceptionally high tolerance for substances. Isn't that right, Bri?"

He sighed and pushed back his chair. "That's my cue. I gotta get to work anyway." He fished two dollars from his wallet and gave them to Maddy to cover his water. Standing there, he pressed play on his walkman and adjusted the headphones. "Later Mads." He circled behind Melody's chair and squeezed her shoulders like the first time. "Later hot lips," he mumbled in her ear.

This time Mel did feel a little heat rising, but it was nothing to do with embarrassment, and all to do with his hand on her shoulder. It seemed to trigger the memory of the kiss, and how good that felt and she ducked her head a little before clearing her throat and calling out, "catch you 'round," over her shoulder at him. She gave him a smile and wink, before enjoying watching his ass as he walked away from them.

Once he was gone she turned to Maddy. "Okay, now you spill, what's the goss on whatever it was that happened there, with this Valerie? And what were you two talking about that ended up with them fighting?"

Madeleine cracked up and started laughing, letting her head loll back in her merriment. “You’ve got a thing for Brian. Whew…” She helped herself to the last of his water, since her Coke had spilled and she was still thirsty. “If it helps, I’ve seen him naked. It was an accident but it was totally worth it.”

She fanned herself and sobered. It was necessary to think through her explanation; she didn’t want to seem evasive, but some of those details were personal and not really her business.

“Eh, Valerie wants to sew her oats, try to figure out who she is. You know. Totally normal college stuff. She’s a nice girl. She spilled the beans to me and I told her that Brian’s a besotted romantic with big gaga moon eyes and he wouldn’t be down with an open relationship, she was gonna break his heart, blah blah blah. They ended up having an argument and breaking up. Now I guess they’re back together, except apparently I was wrong.”

She scratched her head and settled her glasses higher on her nose.

Melody grinned when Maddy started laughing and commented on seeing Brian naked. Melody could remember wondering, after the Christmas Eve do where she'd first met Brian, about just that, but was puzzled by how things had gone at the New Years gig at The Dive. She still didn't know what happened to her between those two meetings, but she shook her head, briefly and listened to Maddy's convoluted explanation.

"That almost makes sense, except the whole thing about this Valerie and her figuring out who she is bit," Melody said, eyeing Maddy sideways a little as she thought. Her head angled a little and lowered, eyes fixed on Maddy as jumbled pieces started to fall into some sort of place in her head. "Hang on, wait... are you saying she hit on you? His bandmate?" she hissed, leaning forward a little.

“No!” Maddy said. “No. She’s just…”

It wasn’t easy to give a plausible reason, even though there was a perfectly good reason.

“She just knows that life is short,” Maddy said, stretching hard for a kernel of truth. “She wants to make sure she lives it, and I think Brian was her first serious guy, you know? And he used to be really commitment-phobic, he was just kind-of living in his head, not really paying attention to anybody around him, and then he fell hard for Valerie and he… went in a little hard.”

Eeesh. Maddy needed a real drink now. But she was not going to be responsible for outing a person as bisexual, even if she happened to also fit the bill.

Melody listened, sitting back in her chair to give Maddy plenty of room to squirm, because that's what it sounded like to Mel. "Riiiight, I'll believe you. Thousands wouldn't, but that's okay because you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" she offered in reply, giving Maddy an eye-brow raised smile. She didn't give a damn about people's proclivities, just that they were honest. She didn't even care if people weren't honest with themselves, because after all, that was their own choice, and they were only hurting themselves. But being dishonest was a sin, and not just from her upbringing, it was ... just that.

"And having heard myself just say that I think we can call this little experiment with the potion a great big success," she added, rolling her eyes and giving Maddy a reassuring smile. "You hungry? Because I'm starved, and it's my shout," she said, standing up, purse in hand.

Maddy rolled her eyes, too, slightly peeved that Mel had pushed the issue and made her into a blabber-mouth. Was this the downside to the confidence potion? In the end, she had no one to blame but herself, thanks to bringing up the topic. “Yes. You definitely owe me food. I’ll take a double-stack and fries.”

She propped a shoe into a nearby chair and fluttered her hand at Mel.

“Scoot!”

With a laugh Mel headed off to the nearest cafe, humming to herself a little and smiling widely. She had no idea how long the affects of the potion would last, especially given how much she'd swallowed, but she was certainly enjoying them.

"So far so good, and killer potion skills!" she hummed to herself as she approached the counter. A pair of blue eyes, topped by a mop of dark hair looked up as she approached the counter, and she put on her most beguiling smile as she ordered their lunch.

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