Owner	Pose
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith had on 3 occasions visited the Magic box in the recent past. Twice it was empty and once it was under attack. On all three occasions he'd not found what he was looking for, namely Willow, so that they could go over plans for Harry's upcoming birthday. finally he'd resorted to drastic measures... and sent a text message. ~Hey Wills, Can u stop by teh BL when u get the chance? want 2 talk about Harry's b-day prty with u. ttyrs. l8r.~ ...some people should not be allowed to text.
Willow	Dark Willow rarely - if ever- answered Willow's texts. She found them boring. A trite. And downright gagworthy reading them. In other words, she had other things to do. Except.. this time. In looking back Dark Willow could not have said what made her look at the messages. Maybe it was an accident that turned the phone out of silence into buzzing? Regardless Thomas' message had gone through, and drew a snide smile from Dark Willow. "Oh, this is beautiful. ?He doesn't know yet. Harry has gone underground without telling anyone." And Buffy seems to be in denial herself. She didn't respond. Instead, she arrived at the Blue Lady.
Thomas Raith	There is a side entrance that leads directly to Thomas's apartment, but if Willow decides to come in through the Club itself, that is easy enough. She is on the VIP list so she would skip the line Axe would wave her through and Crush would send her straight up the stairs. Even if he had wards, Willow would be on the list of people that would get past them, but since he lives over the Club, there isn't much of a Threshold to latch wards onto. So when the Witch knocks Thomas lets her right in. He's wearing blue jeans and a bright pink t-shirt that reads "Go ahead and laugh it's your girlfriend's shirt." He smiles easily and gestures inside. "I was starting to worry you were dead or something. Can I get you a drink?"
Willow	She almost did take the round-about way to see Thomas, but in the end she didn't. Teleporting up the stairs, and knocking. Leaning on the doorsill. When she was allowed in, he might notice her hair is black, with a witch's forelock at the temple; her eyes was black upon black upon black; and her outfit was sexy and clingy all at once, unlike the usual frumpy hippy skits with her Birkenstocks. No one would have made the connection between Dark Willow and Willow' "Hello Thomas." She chuckles at his shirt. "It's better than the usual the Willow wore." She shudders. "Have you scotch? A tumblerful. Neat. I see you have escaped my present. Did you have fun?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow as he takes in Willow's New Look. Not that it's not a good look for her. He tends to think of Willow as a sort of surrogate little sister, but not so much that he can't appreciate the effect she is going for. He shakes his head and walks over to his liquor cabinet and pouring two glasses of bourbon. "Present?" He asks curiously, with a bit of confused. His brain having not shifted out of birthday planning mode...
Willow	"Oh dear." Dark Willow laughs, a low voiced laughter. "You don't know - do you? That IS funny." She took her glass without saying 'thank-you'. "I can't even recall what I left. After all, I couldn't just leave you with nothing. Now could I? You gave me The Book. I left you with something of close enough value. Tell me, did anyone die? That would be interesting."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at that statement, giving the Witch a slightly harder look as if trying to decern something beyond her words. "/You/ took the book and summoned those... Things?" he asks more in confusion then in anger. "What's going on Wills? And no, nobody died. But they did ruin one of my favorite shirts." Of course being a clothes whore they are all his favorite shirts.