#/above ground~ potentially at franks' if you think she'd pop in lmaooo

[ian-magic-son]

Ian was a little drunk. To be fair, that was pretty much a given these days but still. He was merry. Being merry helped when he was faced with complicated friends who made complicated decisions. Take Charlotte Lawrence for example. One day she was human, the next she was a werewolf. Now, she was one of the right-hand she-wolves of Frederick frickin' Bellefonte.

"Charlotte Lawrence. To what do I owe the honour? I'm just kiddin', it's good to see you. If you're here to carry out any nefarious plans, don't mind me. I won't even look." Ian flashed a grin, teasing. He then held out the famous hip flask that he carried, potent with the 'Morrison Mix' cocktail (if you could call it that). "You want a swig?" @charlotte-the-confused