Repairing Things With Jen

Khaat was pleased that Jen had opened a club. And she went there on afternoon before it opened, going in the back kitchen door. She was bringing a welcoming gift. She had had Katherine make a gorgeous stained glass nightlight style lamp. It looked like a large new blue moon, and had a hand sculpted, very flattering rendering of Jen as an exceptionally beautiful woman in a spectacular sapphire blue glitter gown, microphone in her hand, leaning her back against the side of the moon. When it was magically lit, the mood glowed blue, and the figurine of Jen glowed with a soft light, and the blue gown sparkled. Khaat had attached, for now, a large clear, square, vase behind the moon. And in the vase was an enourmous bouquet of the most unusual blue roses, with greenery and bits of babies breath. It was signed, "Welcome to the neighborhood, Blue Moon! Best wishes for much success! Love, Khaat and Rob and everyone at Sparks" She lit the stained glass lamp for it's full effect and took i out to

She went through the kitchen and found Jen sitting at the bar double checking her liquor order with her bartender. Khaat took the gift to Jen and set it down on the bar. "Hi, Jen," Khaat said gently, "I don't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to drop this off to say welcome to the neighborhood. I know we've had our differences, but I really am glad to see Blue Moon here, and I'm hoping it is a fabulous success for you."

Things were getting a bit hectic now that the Nightclub was more or less ready. Jen was bouncing on the balls of her feet, not really sure what to do with herself. She’d sorted out the list of songs mostly and was trying to get the Karaoke machine to take the songs. Jen growled in frustration and stood up. It was useless trying when all that came of it was nothing but her own frustration. She’d cut her fingers on the light circuit board enough times already and was running out of Muggle plasters. She was too damn busy to worry about healing the cuts.

Jen ran over to the bar and grabbed up the clipboard. The bar area was an oval shape with plenty of room behind. There were staircases which people could move and dance on as well as different balconies that jutted out in random place. The whole place was completely safe. If one was to fall, zip wires would grab them and proceed to bounce them through the air. It was an interesting development on her part and a wry Gibbs had helped her with the magic part of it. That was what mostly excited her.

“I’m confused.” She admitted to her bartender. “You told me we had stocks. Now we don't even have enough to last seven hours. Go. And. Check. It.”

The barman scampered away and she turned to find Khaat in front of the bar, holding some sort of gift awkwardly in her hands. Her words might have been sincere but Jen was aggravated as it was. “We don’t cater for pregnant Lupins.” She said simply. She looked at Khaat more squarely and sighed. “What do you want Khaat?”

"Nothing," she said, depositing the gift on the bar. So much for repairing things with her. She simply walked out the way she had come. So--she didn't serve pregnant Lupins. What the hell was that? The last Khaat knew her last name was Dent. It hadn't been Lupin since Valentine's Day. Jen had done that delibertely. Intended deliberately to hurt her. Khaat was accustomed to being cast aside because her name was Lupin. It came with the territory. The remark had been nothing more than a cheap shot. Jen had made up her mind that no one was good enough for her brother apparently--except perhaps herself. Jen had also made it clear there would be no repairing things. And she was making it even immensely more clear that she didn't want Khaat to be a Dent. Ever. Khaat made up her mind. She would not enter the Blue Moon again. She was done. Done with Jen. Done trying. Done altogether. The hell with it.