The first night was fairly uneventful. It was a quiet, somber night of drinking away a situation neither of them wanted to be in. Sabine was shown the spare room and an air mattress until RHG dumped off her bare necessities and ‘laid down the law’ the following morning.

After she’d gotten all lackeys out of her house Janice offered to help set up her spare room and was fairly cordial. A few hours in she was called to work, so Sabine was left to set up her wards and protections in peace, which made for an interesting return of our favorite murderess in the wee hours of the morning.

Janice couldn’t make it three feet into her home before doubling over with a screech. Sabine bolted out and immediately covered her nose. Putrid, vengeful spirits clung to Janice like nothing she’d ever seen; the wards she’d set up enraged them and in return they clawed at Janice’s form. After some struggling to get Janice calm and giving her the short explanation on what was going down the spirits were sent packing, and only then did Sabine notice the drying blood on Janice’s clothes.

“Alright,” Janice groaned, getting up for the liquor cabinet. “Next time let’s talk before you place magical killing devices in my home.”

“Whoah-ho, alrighty there.” Sabine said as she quickly got between Janice and the alcohol, keeping the already wobbly shape-shifter upright. “Why don’t you tell me where you were tonight?”

“Why don’t you get the hell out of my house?” Janice wrenched free from Sabine’s supporting grip and sneered.

“Would if I could, RHG apparently controls real estate as well as people. They sold my place the minute I set foot in here.”

“Then find a comfy alley somewhere. You seem the type who could live comfortably in a gutter.”

“How about this,” Sabine blocked Janice’s continuing advances for the cabinet behind her. “I keep your little secret to myself and we agree to get along?”

“How about this: go fuck yourself.”

“Easier than you might think Chere, but I’m not really in the mood.” Sabine smirked, crossing her arms. “Now, what I was thinking was I let you keep doing what you’re doing and I get a bed and a paycheck from RHG to stay relatively friendly.”

Janice’s focus finally centered on what it was she was being offered; the distraction of alcohol was pushed aside.

“Smooth, very smooth.” She countered, thinking over the terms. “Do you have a night job?”

“No...but back to the deal-”Sabine was cut off by a dismissive wave.

“Good, cover my shift at the bar on nights where I’m out on private business-” She picked at her ruined shirt, dry, flaking blood peeling away under her fingernails. "I really liked this top..."

Sabine stared, a bit taken aback at the casual complaint, but her surprise was once again interrupted. “Deal?”

“I think we could learn to like each other Ms.Janice.” Sabine sighed, surprised and relieved at the lack of malice.

“I doubt it. Be at the bar by 7; you start tomorrow.”

Sabine stepped aside for Janice to claim a bottle of vodka and saunter off towards the couch. “And take down that stupid ‘ward’. I don’t care what you think it does-it killed my buzz.”

With their agreement in place the two women went their separate ways to ignore each other in peace.

The following day Janice discovered Sabine was no stranger to the way of the Nightclub, though she preferred the safety of the bar as opposed to waitressing or performing. She quickly adapted to Janice’s multiple personas, though finds herself interacting more with Kaye the bartender and Josephine the med student. The other two disguises seemed only to appear when everything was 'strictly business'.

Most times in the house are quiet, with the exception of fights over the shower and a broken mirror or two because ‘Not everyone can just shape shift themselves to be gorgeous’ and Janice sincerely not caring if Sabine looked like a rat’s nest or worse before work.

Eventually they fell into a daily rhythm of shared meals and mutual avoidance, depending on the day, and who was out and about on ‘business’. Janice would come home some nights, smeared in blood, and recounting the events of the night loudly to herself in between fevered laughter only to clean up and head back out for the night. Other times she'd come in like a shadow, clean off, and retire in silence. After several nights, Sabine simply didn't wait up anymore.

One often watches the other as they go about their business, like inquiring after what certain charms are or what hexes can do, or occasionally even assist each other. When Janice is studying Sabine will often provide little tidbits on certain herbs or concoctions in question, and Janice in return picks up little packets of ingredients Sabine has in constant demand.

Sabine is a general hit at the Cirque and a favorite of a few regulars, but she never goes after them for easy flings like Janice. This has earned the Voo-doo Queen endless pokes and prods from her roommate.

“Come on woman! When’s the last time you had fun with something other than candles and dolls, huh?” Janice slid behind the bar next to Sabine.

“What’s it to you?”

“An excuse to have the house to myself for a change. Sometimes I like having fun in my space, without having to worry about a certain babysitter.” She tossed a wink to some stranger on the dance floor. “A shitty babysitter at that. How much they pay you for that load of crap report this time?”

“Not nearly enough to put up with you.”

“You love me, I know it. Now if you excuse me I’m going to get that jock to buy me a drink.” With that Sabine was left to tend to her job and Janice to her whims, deadly or other wise.

Other times though, the teasing was less than playful between the two:

"Well while you stay here lighting your candles and casting spells I'm gonna go have sex."Janice slipped on her shoes, and adjusted her height slightly so she didn’t tower over her date.

"Wow, subtle much?" Sabine snorted from her place at the table, making up gris-gris for a client order.

"Oh sorry, fantastic sex." Sabine let out a disgusted sigh as Janice shot her a wicked grin, loving every second of the freedom Sabine would not allow herself.

"Let's hope this one doesn't have a mirror on his ceiling like last time, eh?" The other woman visibly stiffened at the vicious comment. A previous night ran through her head. The gore, the glass, the strange face staring back at her. The emptiness. His shock as her form went white, the struggling the scrambling. And then the vacant expression of fear as his eyes slowly fogged over. The blood vibrant as it pooled from the gouges she barely processed as her handi-work.

The door slammed, shaking the walls with enough for to cause Sabine to start, knocking components across the floor and letting out a string of curses while Janice made sure to knock over any outgoing orders as she left, looking a bit paler than usual.

On rare occasions where neither is working or in a cruel mood, they do have nights in like regular college age roommates. It seems almost precious to them, to get along and pretend. Thus when the time comes around snide comments are kept to a minimum and they enjoy the shred of normalcy in their lives.

Said lives now are bound to become more interesting as Sabine counts down the days to her next rot, not sure how to bring up the subject or where she could go and hide out while it happened. Janice now is facing full re-in-statement and is currently on the fighting boards as fully available for fights.