April 17, 2037. Neuve Pluton

It is a quiet night in the hangout. A birthday party for a local celebrity wrapped up an hour ago, and a trio of middle aged men are LAN partying, having patiently waited for the later start time due to the party. Having been regulars since the beginning, they've practically seen it all. Barfights, catfights, witch fights, orgies, and so forth. They've been hooked ever since they saw the mother of the King's on-again, off-again mistress try to kill her back in 2020.

Adelle Bertin, no stranger to the venue's shenanigans over the years, tended the bar 24/7, a feat only possible due to the fact that she is a demon. She is currently wiping dry the last of the glasses when a circle of yellow light beams appear on the floor. At first, Adelle ignored it, knowing someone was teleporting in, as some local witches are wont to do. She took notice once she realized an unfamiliar person was showing up, arriving from the astral plane.

A redheaded woman appeared as the circle of light beams vanished. Adelle momentarily paused to study the new arrival. The woman had shoulder-length, messy red hair, pale ginger skin, freckes, a chubby 6'2 frame, and deep brown eyes, nearly black. Her tits couldn't have been more than 34D. She seemed about 25 years of age.

"Welcome to Gene's Hangout, ma'am." Adelle greeted the tall ginger as she approached the bar for a drink.

"Hi there." The woman responded. She had a deep, soft-spoken voice. "I'll have a Bloody Mary, please."

"Coming right up." Adelle stated as she quickly mixed the woman's beverage. After sliding the drink over, she asked the woman's name.

"Amy. O'Rinn."

"Nice to meet you, Amy." Adelle smiled as she got her equivalent to goosebumps upon saying Amy's name. She knew this woman was special in some way.

After Amy takes a couple sips, Adelle began inquiring.

"So, what brings you here tonight, Amy?"

"Americans are douchebags." Amy stated casually, almost startling the ancient demon.

"Got a passport at least, hun?" Adelle sarcastically quipped.

Amy grinned as she playfully flipped off Adelle, who snickered.

"Just be careful, haha."

Almost as soon as Adelle finished her sentence, a black cat suddenly jumped onto the counter, knocking over Amy's drink, and immediately began purring and headbutting a very surprised Amy, whose initial instinct was to shoo the kitty, but she held back.

"Wha... Dutchess? What are you doing here?" Amy almost immediately recognized her cat. But... How is she alive? How did a 37 year old cat travel thousands of miles to an ice island in the middle of a tropical nowhere... Amy had so many questions, some of which were just about to be answered.

Adelle was equally surprised. An elderly lady who frequented the place brought the cat over so many times it had two main homes at this point. Not to mention, Adelle wondered for a moment how the cat knew a woman from a crumbling nation over 5 thousand miles away.

"God dammit, kitty. Where are you now?"

Amy heard a familiar voice. She knew exactly who it was. As expected, Amy spotted her grandmother descending the stairs next the bar.

"I swear, if that da--" Brighid Carey halted mid-sentence as soon as she saw her granddaughter glaring at her, and sighed.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation." Brighid sighed again, not in the mood for a noisy confrontation. Amy simply nodded in agreement. Slowly. Dutchess assumed a less friendly posture as soon as she spotted the old lady. Amy could tell some shit went down for the cat stop liking Brighid as much as she used to. Brighid sat down next to Amy, and Dutchess curled up near the edge of the counter, facing them, pretending to sleep, opening her eyes once in a while.

"You sure do, granna. What the hell happened?" Amy was terse, resting the side of her head on her fist, with her elbow on the counter. Adelle moved to the farther side of the bar to give them better privacy. Amy knew Adelle would eavesdrop anyway, but didn't really mind.

"I met this woman. Her name was Nicole, Nicole Under... Something?"

"Underwood? Like that old actress or singer from before the nukes fell?"

"Carrie? Yeah." Brighid nodded. "Anyways, Nicole Underwood. She claimed to be a witch, who would supposedly help me find true love or some shit."

Amy suppressed a snicker. "Sounds like a catfishing situation there, granna." Amy playfully pushed Brighid shoulder with her other hand.

"Haha, yeah. It kind was." The old woman chuckled. "Ultimately, she just ended up setting me up with this bitch who's still in prison or some shit." Brighid turned to face Amy, with a frustrated look on her face.

"I tell ya, young lady, I've been in this shit hole for as long as I've been missing from the States. Nikki put this immortality spell on me and the cat, and I don't think she's even human at this point."

Amy could seriously sympathise with her grandmother at this point, and lifted her head off her fist and rubbing Brighid's back. Normally the old lady didn't like it, but she made an exception for her granddaughter she hadn't seen in a few years. Not to mention, Brighid did seem slightly younger, so the immortality spell made sense. Dutchess, an empathic kitty herself, could sense Brighid's regret, and began a soft purr, keeping her eyes closed, halfway between sleep and wakefulness.

"So far, all I got out of this was this prison girl's old apartment just down the street..." Brighid nodded to her right, and Adelle mentally perked up, realizing Nicole Underwood was indeed a suspicious little shit.

"And all I know about prison girl's name," Brighid continued. "Is that her name is 'Marcie', and that she tried to kill someone."

Before Brighid could say more, Adelle interrupted, leaning on the bar putting her hand on her hip.

"I know who you're talking about, Miss." Amy and Brighid both looked at the bartender in mild astonishment.

"It's Marcie van Wageningen. She burst through those doors right here," Adelle gestured towards the entrance doors. "And she broke the glass chasing after her own damn daughter with a meat cleaver, simply because the young lady wanted to look sexy."

"Daaaaaayum." Amy and Brighid remarked in unison.

Adelle continued, "Yeah, and our favorite succubus had to pin down the pissed off woman. That's when we found out the enraged lesbian never wanted or loved the poor kid in the first place, as she screamed the most vile insults she could think of."

Amy facepalmed as Brighid dropped and shook her head in disappointment. After that, Brighid asked Adelle if this was the same van Wageningen family as the King's mistress, to which the bartender nodded "yes".

"Wait. King Gene has a mistress?" Amy inquired.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that incident, they probably wouldn't have met, and Anni, our succubus, wouldn't have been able to lure these sexy studs into becoming regulars." Adelle joked, referring to the trio of the LAN gamer guys in the center of the pc arcade, who only grinned in response, not diverting their attention from their game. Amy looked at them, slightly disappointed the Plutonian King wasn't among them.

"Aaahh, so that's why you're here, young lady!" Adelle quipped, and Amy couldn't help but blush.

"Shush you." Amy joked, absentmindedly going for another sip of her Bloody Mary, before remembering Dutchess accidentally knocked it over. But it was still standing? Amy could have sworn it had been spilled. Her confused look gave Amy away.

"Enchanted counter." Adelle commented, grinning. Amy looked at her and back again, and smiled. Adelle resumed an upright stance.

"Niiiice." Amy held up her drink. "Cheers!" And she took another sip of her magically restored drink. As she did so, one of the entry doors opened, and a sight familiar only to Adelle and the guys stepped in.

"Brighiiiiid! I'm hooooome!" Marcie gleefully waltzed in, arms wide open, and walking towards the girls...