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[ Shock is better than disgust and hatred. But it can still turn into those, so Tessa will remain worried. ]

No, not anymore. [ Used to be, when the sisters forced her, that it felt like she was being ripped apart, but now it is merely a little strange. ]

I-- yes and no. I keep my own thoughts and remember who I am and I can do what I wish to, but I can also hear the thoughts of the person I have Changed into and remember their memories. I become them, too. [ Even when they are dead. ]

[It's understandable. ]

That's...good.[He is glad that it doesn't hurt her anymore. There's some measure of relief that she stays her and in control. He rakes a hand through his hair.] Sorry...I'm tryin' to--the only kind of changin' people do back home is from slutty cheerleader to self righteous bible thumper.

You have no reason to apologies. [ His reaction is better than she's expected. ]

[He's trying. It helps that he feels like he knows Tessa and counts her as a friend.] Okay...so you've got that down. The whole...hittin' the golf ball thing.

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<small>[He's trying. It helps that he feels like he knows Tessa and counts her as a friend.]</small> Okay...so you've got that down. The whole...hittin' the golf ball thing.

<small.[He breaks open the cooler, fishes a bottle of wine out for Tessa and unscrews the top before handing it over. He gets his own bottle of beer out.]</small> You'll like it. Tastes like strawberry.

[ Tessa breathes a little easier - though she's not convinced at all by Tim's change of topic and does not believe that he's made up his mind about her Change or that he's dealt with it, she gratefully accepts it. ]

It is quite therapeutic, in a way. [ Hitting a golf ball while imagining the faces of people who have wronged you, that is. ]

So long as it does not taste like chocolate. [ She looks at the bottle, rather confused. ] Did you bring glasses, as well?

Hell yeah it is. A few more of 'em and you'll be all kinds of relaxed.

[He chuckles at her question and shakes his head.] Just drink it from the bottle, Princess. [And then he demonstrates by taking a big swig of his beer.]

[ Tessa watches him, and then bravely takes a small sip from her bottle. It doesn't seem like something she should be doing, but then this whole place contains so many things that are not normal in her time and perfectly acceptable in Tim's that she decides not to worry about it. ]

It's sweet. [ She takes another sip, equally small. ]

[And if she continues to go do things with him, he'll probably introduce her to more and more of them. He grins when she takes a swig. He knows it's probably not like anything in her world but he can't even hope to replicate that so he's just going to have to try and ease her into his.]

Thought you'd like it. Just don't drink it too fast. [Getting her drunk isn't his objective. He just wants her to loosen up a little, relax and have fun. Especially after the stress they both seemed to have with her changing in front of him.]

[ Tessa is unlikely to assimilate to his world, but she is naturally curious and not judgmental, so she enjoys finding out more about it. And if that means drinking alcohol from a bottle, it seems like a small price to pay. ]

Why not? [ She won't, but she wants to know why. ]

You'll end up sick as a dog and drunk as a skunk then I'll have to carry you home and somebody's gonna think I got you drunk to take advantage of you.

[Because that's the kind of rep Tim has despite the fact that it's really not true. He's a slut. Not a jackass.]

Most everybody in my world would already think you are taking advantage of me now. [ Pointed out dryly. Tessa knows the same doesn't hold true for his world or the City, but in her world, the time they spent together without a chaperone, not to mention the kiss in the library-- yes, Tessa has been thoroughly compromised. Of course, Will had already taken care of that with her first kiss and the proposition. ]

But I would not enjoy being sick and drunk very much, I should think.

Now that's not fair. I get everybody lookin' down on me without any of the fun.

[Tim grins at her and takes a sip of his beer.]

Just sip it. You'll be fine. [She might have a bit of a headache in the morning but he'll try to make sure she drinks enough water before she goes to sleep.]

You are quite fortunate, then, that this is not my world and most people share a view on this rather more like that of your world.

[ She finds herself smiling in response to his grin, almost surprised by how much she enjoys his presence and how easy it comes, in a way. Even with the kiss in the library and the fact that she just Changed in front of him, being around him is easier than being around Will has ever been. ]

Nah, I'm only lucky if you don't mind me takin' advantage of you. Or y'know your sorta takin' advantage.

[It could be because Tim is really super laid back. It could also be because his life hasn't ever been the most stable. Or, most likely, it's because he's killed a good number of his brain cells through alcohol and concussions. He just doesn't have the brain power to be uptight.]

According to society's expectations, I should mind. [ She pauses briefly, before continuing. ] Since I've travelled to London, though, I have learnt that I am hardly fit for society. [ Will had made that clear. Downworlders were good enough to take as a mistress, not good enough to marry. Not really part of human society anymore. ]

And I have seen things rather much worse than this, so I do not mind.

You seem pretty uppity society to me. More than any of the Dillon cougars that think they're hot shit.

I am not human, which makes me unfit for society in the eyes of those that know about the preternatural world, and I am poor, which makes me unfit in the eyes of everyone else. [ Her aunt had always managed well with the money she'd had, but Nate's gambling had certainly not helped. ]

Why would they let a cougar into society? [ She has no idea it means anything other than the feline. ]

[He rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head a little. He's not sure how he feels about the whole not human part. It's sort of canceled out by the fact that he likes her.] So everybody in your world is sorta stuck up like the Garrity's. Money makes you a better person. That's bullshit.

[he chuckles] Ain't that kind of cougar. It's a name for an older woman like in her 30's and 40's that likes to sleep with younger guys.

I prefer this world to my own. [ Even with the curses, Tessa still prefers the City, if only because people seem so much more accepting here. She feels more at home in the City these days than age ever did in London. ]

I still miss home but it's good you like this place. [He drains his beer, shoves the bottle in a bag and stands up, holding out his hand.] Come on Princess. We've got golf balls to hit. You can just hold onto the wine.

I've not been home in a while, and I don't miss England. [ Jem, perhaps, and Charlotte, those people who've been kind to her. But she's already seen Jem once here in the City, and she's found people here who care for her as well. ] And I think I am safer here, for now. [ For as long as Mortmain isn't here. ]

I am hardly a princess. [ But she does take his hand after a moment's hesitation. ]

'Cause of the whole changin' thing? [He's working on accepting it slowly.]

Yeah, well in my world you look and act like one. [So the name is going to stick.]

In my world there are people who want to-- use what I can do and do not mind killing to get to me.

Assholes. [Pretty much what Tim has to say about that. he sets up another golfball. Seems to be a good time and hands over one of the irons.]

Alright, smack it hard.

[ Tessa opens her mouth to reply to that, but just closes it again. She agrees, even though she would never have used that word to describe Mortmain. Or anyone, really. ]

I'll try not to Change again. [ Said with a bit of an awkward smile, but she takes the iron and does just as he said. ]

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