Post by Alex Vipond on Apr 12, 2013 6:01:50 GMT -8
Tyler: The night wasn't too bad really. Almost in the 50's without any rain even if their was quite a few clouds causing the night sky to be hidden behind thethickness of an overcast night. Black hair fell freely down around black beardedfeatures, the strands stopping just below the chin and reaching the back of his neck. His attire consisted of simple tennis shoes, a pair of dark jeans, with a plain black t-shirt on beneath a faded brown World War 2 type bomber jacket. Brown eyes watched the area in front of him, not truly paying attention, yet seeing everything to make sure he didn't walk into anyone or get hit by a car. There were few memories he truly possessed, yet the intense pain of broken bones, glass sinking into flesh, bones piercing internal organs was one of those incredibly clear memories that forced him to pause in his steps and lean against the nearest surface as his breath found itself sucked from his lungs as though he were reliving that very memory and feeling the sensations all over again. The one memories he wished he could forget, were the only damn ones that were so clear. Sucking air into his lungs, he opened his eyes and looked around to find that he'd leaned against the wall next to the door of what appeared to be a lounge. Any port in a storm while he gathered himself again he supposed. Pushing open the door he walked in. Eyes quickly adjusted to the light and he made his way to an empt y space at the bar to order a drink. `d~
Monarchia: A time when Seattle lacked rain, was a time worth enjoying. She was already within the lounge, oblivious to the golden rule of keeping behind the velvet rope as she leaned against a microphone stand, just inches away from the live entertainment. She deserved the front row view. As far as anyone knew, she was supposed to be there -- dressed in a way to say fuck you to the weather, time of day, and theme of the business -- a sky blue, thin strapped gown hugging the petite form with layers giving an elegant, graceful touch. Of course she wore matching, high heel shoes and while she waltz right up on stage... she seemed to belong there. In the spotlight. She couldn't avoid it and like a moth to a flame, she soaked in the overhead lights, beaming down on her already, naturally hot flesh. It wasn't until the next male entered that the security and the singers could relax; Monarchia was stepping off stage to meet with the unfamiliar person. Curiosity plucked at her brain. "My, why do you look so troubled? Or is it distraction?" She skipped over the polite greetings and dives into the exact reason she approached him. -d-
Tyler: He scanned over the bottles of liquor and the names of beer, and the menu which held the names of drinks that meant nothing to him at the moment. Though as the bartender would approach and asked what he would like, he just quickly scanned over the menu and said the first thing that he saw really. "Appletini." Just about that time, he'd look up and note the female walking over towards him, dressed in clothing that seemed a bit more elegant that what he might have expected to find there. She had been the woman up on the stag e when he walked in with the singers. There seemed to be something about her too...it was that sense of a shiver running up his spine. The same sense he'd felt in a bakery the night before. He didn't know how...but he could tell when someone wasn't human. Didn't know what they were otherwise. Could be a witch, a vamp, a lycan or something else for all he knew. She just seemed to be more than human was all. If she could tell, the closer she got to him, the more she would realize the same about him. There was power radiating off of him, though it felt...restrained. He let those dark brown eyes look over to her when she asked him that question. "Distraction woul' be the best way to describe it." His voice was low in tone, somewhat gravelly, with an accent that seemed to be unplaceable, even to those who might be rather long lived. ~d~
Monarchia: Monarchia admired vampires. She believed they were created to bring beauty to death and therefore being confused as one was often flattering and thus a mistake she never tried to correct -- after all, she also had more fun at night. She also picked up that he wasn't the vanilla human and his accent encouraged lips coated virgin red to curve into a grin. "You are distracting yourself with the wrong vice, sweetie." She was well aware how out of place she dressed, but there was little concern. It wasn't like she could fall ill... and that gown was too lovely to pass up for pants or some bulky sweater. What was a woman’s form, if not admired all the time? Inviting herself to sit next to him, her short height allowed for heels to lift several inches off the floor. "Considering you came to a lounge, rather than a bar... and ordered a martini of sorts, you are open for company." Would she have a drink? Not at the moment and she politely waved off the bartender, when he happened to look in her direction. -d-
Tyler: He looked to her and brows rose slightly with her words and that grin that slid over her lips. Another shiver went up and down his spine for some reason, though a small smile did slip over his own lips. "And wha' vice are ya suggesting tha' I would distract myself with?" That appletini was set down in front of him by that time and he'd pull out his wallet while he eyed the drink and the glass with a somewhat narrowed gaze. Well...hopefully it tasted alright. It looked a little...green, and, well...delicate? He payed for it though, might as well drink it. Though with those words of being open for company while the woman sat down next to him, he would find himself curious. "Company is always appreciated...though, what does my drink have to do with that?" He was genuinly curious, especially since he didn't even know what any of the drinks were. He'd just known that it was alcohol, and used to inebriate and numb the humans. Numb could be good, right? Right. ~d~
Billy: How the fuck did I get here? Where was here? How many drinks do I have in me? These were the kind of questions repeating over and over again in his head—if he was sober! Truth is, somewhere between 'you've had enough' and on the verge of 'get the fuck out'; Billy was close to completely shitfaced. Cut off after an incident where he almost wrote his name in the corner of the lounge. It wasn't pretty but ingeniously comical. This was all Momo's fault anyways,not a solid story, but meh—he was sticking to it. He was gonna' learn her the hard way, it's never a good idea to have a common dive crawler hanging out in a lounge. Not only was he completely underdressed for the ritzy joint ( an argument to which he ultimately won out over the doorman ): leopard print slacks with thin suspenders attach to, an oversized tank top with the Crimson Ghost printed across the front, and a pair of solid black brothel creeper's. Bill was dressed for something, but it more so suggested throwing a Molotov cocktail inside the display window of the closest department store. As it were, he minded mostly to himself. Off in his own little world and singing the refrain to the Flash Gordon theme song. Unfortunately stuck in his head from a midday snooze in front of a live television. /end
Monarchia: Numb could be marvelous. What vice was she suggesting? It took everything within the demon to not grin. Her left hand rose, allowing slender fingers to sink into auburn hair currently in rich curls and lightly rubbed the side of neck. "That depends on how open minded you are." And with a glance to that appletini, her lower lip became captured between teeth... for just a moment. "Most men come along, ordering a beer or some liquor with the highest content possible, for the fastest approach of intoxication. You ordered an appletini; a drink many would dare to label a woman's drink. Colorful but gentle." Her eyes lifted, returning to his face to reveal that golden color and thick lashes fluttered in those swift blinks. "Whether you just like the drink, wanted to try something new... I considered the drink choice was just to help you relax and pass the time. Not lose yourself entirely and all sense of time and direction." And become an example similar to Billy. Her hand eased from the collection of curls, onto to counter to join her other hand on the smooth surface and the woman remained still on her stool, facing the mysterious man. "Or, am I reading this completely wrong and making a fool of myself?" Her grin melted into a sweet smile, the undertones hopeful with that question. It took a moment, perhaps two minutes before the scent of Billy connected with her senses. That awful singing was killing her mood in the worst way and she finally shifted her attention from the man at the bar, to witness a shitfaced man. -d-
Tyler: As Tyler was still relatively new to the lounge itself, he would have missed out on the exploits of Billy, sadly. His gaze was intense as it remained upon the woman, watching that hand slide through silky auburn hair and upon her neck. A slight tilt of his head was given as he took a drink from the glass, actually surprised by the drink. Sweet, and fruity, with just a hint of warmth, which had to be the alcohol. Glass was set back down before he'd speak up again. "My mind...is blank and I suppose as open as it comes then." He'd let her try and figure that one out. He found himself remaining fixed upon the redhead he was seated beside and facing, though a glance was given to his drink when it was revealed to be considered a woman's drink. Explains the color, the glassware, and the sweetness he figured. Still...he liked it. A shrug given and he brought his gaze back to her. "You are not making a fool of yourself...though half right. It is to help me relax and pass the time, though a level of numbness to get out of my own mind for a short time would also be sought. I simply ordered the first thing I saw, in all honesty." Because he didn't know what any of the other drinks even were or what they tasted like. "I didn't catch your name, by the way. I'm called Tyler." Because that was the name on his I.D. Not because he knew it to be true. Eyes then glanced over towards the singing one who had gained the redhead's attention for whatever reason. ~d~
Billy: In all honesty, he had a lot of reasons to draw Monarchia's attention away from her company. Image was everything to her, she had an image she wished to maintain, and Billy was detracting from that in a public setting. Was he really as plastered as he made out to be? Nah, probably not. It was more or less to really get on her nerves. Something he was extremely successful in doing—finding that sensitive nerve and stomping on it. Took a lot of skill on his part, a lowly human really getting in there with his fingers; ripping and tearing at her. Then again, sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. Everything really revolved around whether or not Monarchia had more patience on one day than she was on the other. It seems like she was drawing another fly inside a web—to draw nourishment from. Spin the web, sink fangs into, and come back for later. Billy received that glare for all the trouble of trying to entertain princess over there, and that's the thanks he gets. She had always been somewhat ungrateful during great times of distress such as these. "What?!" He asked. With that one word, he verbally replied to her body language. Kitten had claws. Now, let's see how sharp she kept 'em. /end
Monarchia: "Blank?" There was so many ways she could take that and he could see the slight confusion his comment caused. How often did one admit to having a blank mind yet open? She watched him drink that apple martini, watching his expression to register if he enjoyed it or not. "Well, you don't have to sit around alone with a glass in hand, I could help you." But not in such a public settling. She did make it an art to appear as a woman fresh off the red carpet; no matter what watering hole she visited. "Tyler, my name is Monarchia." She could understand his logic with names; her own was made up but linked to bills, a social security, family, and other nonsense. She liked the name Monarchia and the meaning behind it. "I have a few, personal favorite drinks... if you don't mind me buying you the next?" As for Billy, he managed to draw her attention away only because she knew him. Only because she considered him a friend. He knew exactly what he was doing; he was cockblocking. Monarchia wanted to run her slender fingers through Tyler's hair, inhale his scent, but Billy was doing the hokey pokey and pissing her off. Her head turned slightly away, only to sharply turn back in Billy's direction and allow auburn hair to spill against the side of neck and face. She mouthed the words fuck you before hair bounced back and a sweet smile was given to Tyler. Her fingers even tip-toeing closer to the delicate looking glass. "...A good friend of mine is drunk and I need to take him home before he gets thrown out." Soon enough, she rose from her stool to prepare her depature, but took a step closer to Tyler. "I'd love to meet you again." She still could not place what he was and the questions which floated through her mind only made the demon wish to stay longer. No, she needed to lead her friend out and take him home. Not only was it the responsible thing to do, but it kept her from gaining unwanted attention. No goodbye was given to Tyler; she honestly planned to track him down again. -d-
And believe Billy was thrown face-first into his front door and left there! That's what friends are for.