The Spider's Web is an infamous pub that is a renowned location for under-the-table deals (and, like any other pub, bar fights). Dilapidated and grimy, the Spider's Web is no five-star hotel, but the menu's cheap, the food's good, and there's plenty of alcohol; it almost always has at least a few drunken customers seated at its traditional sleek oak bar table.
The new owner, Deirdre Lémieux has a don't-ask-don't-tell policy with her customers (the majority of which are engaged in criminal activity), but for a fair price, she can disclose scraps of information she overhears. The pub is co-owned by Elaine Matthews, who is meant to inherit it when she comes of age.
The very large basement is home to a V.I.P room for those select few allowed, clad with gambling machines, pool tables, a large poker table and a dusty ring in the middle of it all for illegal fighting. Bids are always welcome.
The Spider's Web is currently looking for waiters, waitresses, bartenders and even some live music acts.
The Spider's Web was her go-to pub. Not only because her biological cousin co-owned the place, but rather because she knew this was the place most underground activities originated from. She'd been doing business right about now, wrapping it up just in time for when she and Clara had agreed to meet up. Though she'd already made her mind up about telling Clara of The Black Parade, she still didn't want her directly involved with any deals or anything of the sort, so she stood up, her drink in hand, and sauntered towards the bar to wait for her there.
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 18:03, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She walked in... knowing a bit about this place, and she was a little nervous but her confidence masked that. She just hoped no one in here would recognize her for her father. She saw Tessa and took the seat next to hers. "Hey," she said with a grin.
She recognizes the look on Clara's face, and feels the ghost of a smile paint her lips. "I'm great," she answers. "It's just water, by the way. With lime. I don't drink, believe it or not," she admits, with a chuckle. "But I can get you something, if you want. The owners and I - let's just say we're... close."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 18:16, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She laughed. "No, just water is fine for me too." She cocked her head. "I didn't know you didn't drink. Why come to a place like this if you're not going to?"
"The food is great, everything is free for me, I have access to the VIP room, and the employees here are amazing," she lists off. Regardless, she waves her hand and, when the bartender approaches, orders Clara her water. "Plus... I do some work here."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 18:23, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
Tessa shifts. It's now that she realizes she has an opening to tell Clara everything. This is quite literally the make or break moment of whatever they have going on. "Not exactly. I'm their boss... in another job. A more important one, I'd say," she says, cryptically.
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 18:44, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She fixed a look on Tessa. "Do we need to go to this VIP room for you to spill the beans you're so clearly trying to tell me but... won't, for whatever reason?"
"Impatient now, are we? If I were you, I'd keep in mind what happened the last time you were this impatient," she prompts, offering a cheeky look. But nonetheless, she smirks and stands up. She extends a hand. "It's more quiet," she concedes. "And private."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 18:56, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
"That's... part of it, yes," Although it's hardly fitting the darker and heavier feeling the conversation carries, Tessa still chuckles. She nods her head. "The Black Parade is an underground organization; the over-lords of the black market, if I might. And as of a couple months ago... it's also mine."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 19:38, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She blinked, and tried several times to find something to say, but failed. "Okay."
She knows this is a lot of information to digest, so she just sits, a leg crossed over the other, taking occasional sips of water. "I'm telling you this because I trust you, and..." she trails off, partially wondering if Clara could put all the pieces together.
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 19:46, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She quirked an eyebrow. "And you... what?" There were several ways she could see that sentence finishing, and she wasn't about to do it for Tessa.
She gives Clara a look; she knew she was smart enough to finish the puzzle. In the end, she sits back and finishes the sentence, "I want you to join," Tessa prompts, red-coated lips smirking at her. "If you're up for it."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 20:04, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
Her eyes went wide. That had been one of the possibilities... but hadn't expected the answer. "What makes you think I'd be any good at it?"
"Aehh, you'd be surprised," Tessa cuts in, shaking her head. "I started doing things for the former ringleader when I was fourteen," she pauses. What she's to say next is heavy and full of meaning, so she lets her previous statement sink in before she speaks again. "It's a take it or leave it kind of offer. You either walk out of here a Parader, or you're carried out of here obliviated, without myself or this conversation in your memories."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 20:34, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
"What?" she asked, frowning. "That... that doesn't seem right."
She takes a pause and studies Clara's features. For a moment, she's tempted to say fuck it, take all the time you need, but a swig of water and a breath reminds her that she can't do that. She doesn't know Clara that well. She doesn't know whether she can trust her completely or not with the knowledge she already has. Her future - and the parade's - could be at stake if she allowed Clara to walk out of The Spider's Web knowing Tessa ran a group of organized crime whose members were wanted for a long list of crimes. She couldn't do that. The Parade had to come first; anything else - especially someone else - would be a weakness. Karith had warned her of this. "Let me tell you a story," she says. "Once upon a time, the Parade had a leader with clear eyes. She knew what she wanted and she always fought for it. She was the kind of woman who didn't wait for her knight in shining armor; she forged her own armor and used her own sword to make a path for herself and those that followed her. She was a strong woman - a remarkable one who fought for justice. She wanted to avenge those that had been lost to the waves of time. And she did so. In the process, she brought together a group of unlikely men and women that would fight in her name. They were criminals, maybe, but they had honor. Everything they did - it was for a reason. They fought for what they believed was just, fending for themselves when nobody else would, and forging a path in which the wrongs of others would be righted. But one day - this woman made a decision that altered the course of her and this merry group's fate; she allowed herself to trust someone very special to her. And it was a decision that cost her dearly, for little by little, the group began to fall apart. Disappearances, losses, all of it. You'd have anticipated this woman to look onwards and continue her way, without failing herself and the duty she'd taken upon herself. But no... this special someone she trusted turned out to be a grave mistake on her behalf. She turned weak, and every loss became a tragedy. Suffering from so many tragedies... it breaks people apart, Clara. She lost sight of what was most important - she was no longer able to look at the bigger picture. And I can't afford to do that, Clara," she shakes her head. "The Black Parade is my family, my armor. I cannot afford to make the decision this woman made, and risk the exposure of The Black Parade and its people's identities. They instilled their trust in me to protect them and carry on the mantle. No matter who it is, no matter what connection I may share with them... I cannot let them cloud my judgement, because my priority should always be The Black Parade."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 22:13, February 1, 2018 (UTC)~
She listened intently to Tessa's story and spoke slowly. "But you told me. So how do you know that I won't become your undoing, then? Why tell me at all?"
"Because my accepting, you're recognize my loyalties will lie first and foremost with the Parade," she says simply. "If you say no, then you can't accept that and subsequently ends whatever we currently have."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 01:23, February 2, 2018 (UTC)~
She frowned. "You could've always just led me to believe that I was your first and foremost." She smirked a bit. "Or are you just not that good of a liar?"
"No, because this isn't the twentieth century and we're not stupid enough to do something that could easily link us to our crimes," she says, giving her a who do you think we are? kind of look. "But we do have a place where we live, train, and work from. You'd be there - with me. You receive all you need, and a hefty amount of money. All I need is your loyalty."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 01:47, February 11, 2018 (UTC)
"You can see them when you want. I can't keep you from that. I just need to know what happens with the Parade stays with the Parade," Tessa shrugs. Technically, Clara could live with them, but to be truthful, Tessa doesn't completely trust Clara to not go on blabbing. She just... has a bad feeling, is all. Especially if the Davidsons are as nosy as she feels they are.
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 01:56, February 11, 2018 (UTC)
She has to admit, she's thoroughly surprised that Clara agreed, but pleasantly so. She feels like Clara is a little nervous, though, so she tells her, "Nothing bad will happen to you. I'll make sure of it, Clara," Tessa pauses and extends a hand. "Come on."
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 02:07, February 11, 2018 (UTC)~
She nodded and smiled, shaking Tessa's hand. "Are there any perks to sleeping with the boss?" she asked with a smirk.
When Clara shakes her hand, Tessa can't help but question whether her decision to invite Clara into the Parade was one she made sanely. "Aside from sleeping with the boss? More leniency in training, maybe. I can't have you tired at nights because of PT, can I?" Tessa's lips quirk into a smirk. "Are you interested in seeing the Citadel now?"
Clara DavidsonSlytherin Seventh Year - Slytherin Quidditch Captain -- – 22:17, February 12, 2018 (UTC)~
"That's kind of what I meant to do earlier, but you just had to shake my hand instead, didn't you, little miss entrepreneur?" Tessa teases. Clasping her hand with Clara's, she closes her eyes and focus on that pull at the pit of stomach. They disapparate with a loud crack.