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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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April laughs, her shoulders lifting as she glances back to where Will has climbed into his car. "You know, I think he'll be just fine. I'm sure there will be someone there to tend to his wounds and warm his bed tonight." The way she says it distinctly implies it won't be her, but that's according to plan. There are men who get exactly what they want without having to work for it and April's always found that staying one step ahead of them keeps them doing what she needs them to do.

"Figures the first person I meet in town is someone I have to walk right into," she says, then returns her attention to the new guy. "Were you up at the Lodge last night? You look familiar."

"You got his address out of him? Because I could be willing."

Bach gives her a more thorough look, feels something ping deep underneath his ribs. "I was. Free alcohol has a certain pull on me, these days. And I like the effect it has on others. How did you like it?"

"Should I call him back? I'm sure he has room for two," she says, wrinkling her nose as she grins before she watches him look at her. It's not an entirely unfamiliar look; she's very used to catching the attention of those around her based on how she looks or the way she moves or the right words put to the proper melody, but there's something more to it. Something a little more searching than the superficial gazes she's used to being directed at her.

"I didn't know anyone at all, so it was... interesting," she settles on saying, though she had met that adorable librarian and at least been pointed in the direction of his equally as adorable boyfriend. Neither seems to hold enough power or information for her to do much with, but she'll keep them both in mind. Mostly she'd spent the night watching, waiting, appraising the town as it gathered. Her smile grows a little and she offers her hand. "I'm April."

"You think he has enough money for a big bed, yeah?"

He scrubs his face with the back of his hands. "Because I want at least one pillow for myself and the space to turn. I'm a princess like that." Who cares about this stranger and why wouldn't he be just like her for a few hours?

"Interesting. If you would be smelling worse, I'd say you're still drunk. Was it that boring?" Bach takes her hand and kisses it. "Bach."

"I didn't get drunk," she answers as he kisses her hand. "It wasn't boring, I'm just... new in town. I needed to be able to find my own way home at the end of the night. You can't count on your friends to get you there if you don't yet have any." Generally, she avoids getting drunk. It puts people into a state where their senses are lowered, it makes them vulnerable and those are both things she tries to avoid.

But the fact that she doesn't get drunk is another thing she does her best to hide. She'll have a glass or two, make it look like she's had more, and she's a good actress. It's easy to play drunk.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asks, her gaze sweeping over him, her gaze sharp, interested.

"Not as much as I usually do. Or maybe it's just too easy to get used to such things. People showing off like peacocks, twisting and pouting. Free drinks, free food and no-one knows what's the final piece."

He lifts an eyebrow. "New in time. For witch business?"

"Witch business?" she asks, her eyebrows raised. That's certainly new. She's been through many towns, plenty of them with magic undercurrents all their own, but she's never had anyone quite so boldly bring up the subject. For a split second she considers lying to him, telling him she is here on witch business, whatever that might be, and seeing what information it might pull out of him, but she's not sure she knows enough to keep up with such a lie.

So instead, she laughs, as if in disbelief. "No. I thought witch business was the sort of stuff they left to Salem. Is that the sort of thing Siren Cove specializes in as well? I haven't seen any shops yet."

"Salem? Nah, it's magic everything here. Even skin problems." He's probably not allowed to say that. He likes to see them make a move to change his mind.

"It's not the shops, it's the people. Haven't met a plain human being for the past year."

"Well, you have now," she answers with a sweet smile, her shoulders lifting in a shrug and she's a picture of innocent wonder, though beneath the surface her mind is racing. If what he's saying is true, this town can be both a great resource, but also more dangerous than some of the other places she's been. If the people here are used to magic, have even come to expect it, it might not be quite so easy for her to do the things she's usually does.

Her smile turns coy and she looks at Bach for a moment, her gaze drifting over him curiously. "Does that mean you're not a plain human?"

"Less than one. Don't spend too much time on me." He winks. "I'm bad news for everyone and all. But nice to meet you, gorgeous."

"Less than human and bad news?" she asks, a smirk curving her lips as she considers him for a moment. For a moment she had considered that a sweet smile might work on him as well, but she's beginning to think he might prefer someone a little closer to who she really is. "I don't know, you say that all like it's such a terrible thing, but I don't think it sounds half-bad."

"Maybe you've never been in danger before." Bach growls. "Fangs and claws might get involved, but keep close, sweetheart. You're a pleasure to be around with, especially so near to the sea."

Briefly, April's gaze flicks toward the water before she looks back to Bach, a smile curving the corner of her mouth. "I am especially good in the ocean," she agrees, making note of his talk of fangs and claws. Through her own hands remain unchanged when she does go through her transition, she's more than familiar with the concept of fangs and her tongue runs over the tip of one canine before she wets her lips.

She hasn't changed in some time, she has no interest in revealing herself now, to this man, but the way he speaks intrigues her and that's more than enough to want to keep him around. "Any woman who's been on her own since she was a child has seen danger. Maybe it's just not the kind you're talking about."

"Teach me your ways, I still can't swim."

"And you're one of those women, April? I should warn you, I'm bad around any woman that comes in human shape. You are allowed to swing at me when it gets too much."

"Don't worry about me, handsome, I've got a great left hook," she says and although her smile is teasing, she's not lying. Physical altercations don't happen often, not when she can usually charm herself out of such things, she knows how to fight if necessary and the taser stored safely in her purse is a great asset.

"You don't know how to swim?" she asks. "Tell me you at least know how to float. We can always work up from there."

He runs his hands through his hair, smiling for the image of little blonde giving a mean hook. "I am without worry. When it comes to that, swimming, I don't know. The last time I tried to float, the woman with me turned into a scaly monster."

So maybe Bach shouldn't have said that.

"A scaly monster, huh?" April echoes, her eyebrows lifting curiously. He could mean almost anything, but between what she is and the name of the town, she can't help but wonder if he's met another siren. She pretends to find it amusing, even smiles a little, but she's already thinking of ways to find out this woman's name.

"Well, if there's one thing I can promise, it's that I won't grow any scales," she says and she can bank on that. It's been a long time since she's accidentally revealed her nature to anyone and she has great control over it, even in the water

"And I will hold and cherish that one problem. You won't give me hiccups either?" He scoots a bit closer. "Don't make me fall in love with you."

"Now that I can't promise," she teases, her gaze drifting down the length of his body and then back up to his face again, a smirk still lifting one corner of her mouth. "Especially if I teach you how to swim. Don't forget, I told you that I'm especially good in water."

There's time yet for her to feel out how she might best use it, but she can't deny that he's interesting, that she's having fun. And sometimes fun is all she needs.

"You're going to make me fall in love by teaching me how to swim. I never heard that one before. Or were we still talking about hiccups?"

She could make him fall in love just by singing a few notes in his ear, but it takes time to find the right song for the right people, and April's never had much use for love anyway. For now she only smiles and rolls one shoulder in a smooth shrug. "You've never seen me all wet," she points out, her smile innocent. "You have no idea what that might do to you."

"I definitely would, but I can tell you already that it won't do anything with me anymore. Except remind me of everything I've lost and how it's no fun without bullets in the gun."
He licks his lips. "That was bad, I'm sorry."

"Well, isn't that tragic," she comments, an eyebrow arching, her smile returning to her tried and true smirk. "I can't say I've ever heard that kind of response before. I'm almost not sure what to do with it." Except she knows exactly what to do with it. It's a challenge.

That's Bach's purpose, she imagines. It's unfair and cruel of her to think of using him in such a way, but she's never been able to resist a challenge.

"You wouldn't be the first, and that's okay. We can't always be the first, can we? Just as long as you don't worry your pretty little head over it. We'll both be okay. Do I need a swim suit for classes?"

"You'll find I don't spend much of my time worrying about anything," she answers, resting one hand on her hip as she glances down the length of his body again. "I'd suggest it, if only so you don't scandalize the locals. It wouldn't be much of a lesson if you were arrested for indecent exposure."

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