Entertainment (Oren)

[cassiel]

The light ruffling of wings resound around the Black Boar as Cassiel appears in the alley next to it, his figure covered in the shadows of the late evening. His eyes are the only thing giving himself away, he isnt trying to hide anymore anyways. He steps out into the street and turns to the Black Boar, theres little noise escaping the door as it opens and closes. Cassiel steps up to it and vanishes again only to reappear inside, his senses take in everything at once.

A few vampires here and there, some humans, some other creatures and a bartender. Cassiel passes by some of the patrons who eye him wearily, his soft footfalls near the bar. He stands awkwardly looking at all the glass bottles behind the counter, some labeled in black or blue some in green and yellow. The bartender shot him a quick glance and walked over cleaning the glass in his hand

"Whats your poison brother?" He askes in a gruff voice

"Poison?" Cassiel replies confused "Why would anyone drink poison?"

The bartender laughs at this and shakes his head gesturing behind him at the bottles of liquor.

"Just order something." He says and walks down the bar to another customer.

Cassiel stands awkwardly not wanting to make a scene he sits and stares at the bottles wondering what to pick.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/Yama_Back.png] Yama leaned back against the wall. So boring here, but if he was to find a job… People typically noticed his dangerous aura and stayed away. But here there were quite a few dangerous people. Not drunkards, but seriously dangerous people. Like that guy that just walked in. He could probably kill a few people, easily. Maybe more than a few. But killing wasn’t always someone’s goal. Sometimes they wanted to kill silently. That’s why Yama was here. Keeping an eye on the door and his ears on the room around him as usual, he overheard the bartender and the newcomer. He had obviously never been in a bar before. Pushing away from the wall, he walked towards the bar. Taking a seat near the man, he turned and leaned against the bar. “If you drink here you’re getting poison, buddy.” It was strange how most people here didn’t actually realize how damaging the drinks here were. Either that or they didn’t care. Probably the latter. Looking around for a second, he realized it was definitely the latter. All these people knew what drinking did to them; it was almost impossible to not know. Not with the way the media acted about it. After a few seconds, the bartender came back over and asked for Yama’s preferred poison. ”Water.” There wasn’t a second thought to his word, no hesitation. He didn’t drink. Ever. Because of his profession and because of Kiyoko. She still didn’t like him very much, but that didn’t matter. She would hate him if he was a drunkard. Heck, he’d hate himself if he was a drunkard. ”You are a little wet behind the ears to be coming here by yourself. You have to have a reason?”

[cassiel]

He heard footsteps, a quick glance back gave him a quick shot of who was approaching behind him. He stayed put not wanting to move quickly and startle anyone around causing a ruckus, instead his head turned slightly as the patron that was previously sitting across the room came up and and took a seat

"If you drink here you’re getting poison, buddy.” The guy said off-handedly, Cassiel couldnt help but turn and look at the man next to him.

His face was blank, showing nothing in return to the small comment. He turned back to the bottles and sighed lightly as the bartender came up and asked the man what he wanted, a quick reply with no hesistation told Cassiel this man wasnt much for the posion behind the counter either. Cassiel was about to reply to the man before he spoke

”You are a little wet behind the ears to be coming here by yourself. You have to have a reason?” He looked at him then, eyes foucused on his. His response was strait forward and blunt

"No no.. my ears are still dry.. It wasnt raining outside today." His face didnt waver or vary in any way when he said this, he went on

"I... He paused for a moment not knowing how to explain

"I'm an angel from heaven.. His face very serious, his voice was lowered and brash. He turned to look at the bottles again before looking back at the man sitting next to him.

"I've been on this earth for a little while now and have neither spoken to my father or my brothers or sisters.. I'm rather lost right now and from what I can tell from the humans that walk in and out of these places they are supposed to make the bad thoughts go away. He paused once more

"I... figured.. if they can do it why not me?" He nodded sternly and went back to studying the bottles, he sat very still his breathing very low. He spoke still staring at the wall o booze

"What might you recommend?" his hand gestured to the counter and everything behind it, he wasnt really sure why he told this man all of that. He shrugged the thought away knowing full well most of the people in the world were worried about themselves and themselves alone, the man would more than likely forget about him anyways.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/Yama_Back.png] Yama would have laughed if he actually did that sort of thing. He didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand. And better yet, he was from heaven. What a joke. Heaven. If such a place existed, he had never encountered it. He could only rely on himself and a very few specially chosen others. No God was ever on his side. Ever. And that was that. He had learned to live with it. Either way, why not humor this guy? If he thought he was an angel from heaven, there was no use trying to convince him otherwise. His face told that much. Though he should probably steer this guy away from drinking. It was a bad habit. ”You don’t want anything from here. No matter how stoned you are, the pain never goes away. Instead, you laugh at it for a few hours, and the next day you wake up feeling worse than you did beforehand. Besides, do you really have the cash to suppose such an expensive habit? This isn’t free, you know. It costs. A lot. It binds you into slavery. You aren’t free to do what you want. And if I know anything about angels, being bound by sin and weakness isn’t what you want.” He picked up the water and took a sip. Hm… if this guy was an angel, he probably had some enemies. If that was so, he might end up hurting him, if someone wanted his head. Of course, that was fine too. He seemed to be in enough pain to not care if he was killed. And hopefully he wasn’t the time to make friends on the first encounter. Those people were always annoying. The first meeting and suddenly people like that thought they could rely on you and that you would be there for them if they were in trouble. So bothersome, and it was usually very hard misunderstanding to clear up. Maybe he should be a little less truthful. ”On second thought, you might want to try it. If you have the money, it can’t hurt, right?” It would definitely be better if this guy got drunk. Then he hopefully wouldn’t remember today. And then he would never have to deal with him again. Yes, that would be better. He waved over the bartender. "He wantes one bottle of Johnny Walkers blue label to start and then Absinthe." He smirked. Now this guy would be broke too.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/mtqyde.png] As had quickly become habit, Vera appeared before the bar as if from nowhere. She was used to quietly moving around in the shadows, though she didn't consciously try to do so. If anything it was another habit of hers, and if she wasn't blending into the shadows, she was blending into the crowds. It was all well and good, as she didn't care to be the center of attention, though apparently that was considered a bad habit that she should really break. She quietly entered the bar with only one thing on her mind. She needed that delicious taste of alcohol. There were so many different kinds in this world too, that she felt almost as if it were her duty to try them all. She had grown rather fond of one spirit in particular, and that was the one she was on the hunt for tonight. Absinthe... absinthe... The last time she had tried it, she had consumed an amount that would kill some creatures and make others terribly, terribly drunk. Not that drunkenness existed in her world which seemed to be a good thing. Apparently, many gods weren't even immune to the drinks' effects. Despite her efforts, she couldn't recall if any of her own gods could become drunk, as she had never actually seen any of them consume alcohol. When she reached the bar, she placed both hands on top of it and, ignoring the other bottles behind the bar, placed her order. "I'll have the absinthe." As if there was an echo in the room, she looked beside her curiously. She had been told that it was rare for a person to enter a bar and casually order such a drink, so hearing another person order it must be worth a curious glance, right? Apparently, the young man beside her was ordering the drink for another person who seemed more than a little out of place here. Of course, she looked just as out of place, but she had begun to recognize the types of people who would frequent a bar and those that wouldn't. "Does he at least know how to drink it?" She asked them both, then looking past the young man, "Don't you know it can be dangerous?" Her time spent here though primarily her time spent with her "tutor" had taught her a bit about how to use the language here. For example, there were these nifty little things called conjunctions that she had only recently learned how to properly use. However, her accent was still very thick which was a problem at times. "It could at least severely affect your perception or memories," She continued, reasoning that neither of them must be a fragile human, "unless that's what you want." Reading between the lines was another skill she had acquired here. However, her voice never became inquisitive on the last statement at all. That was all it was, after all; just a statement.

[cassiel]

Cassiel sat still staring at the bottles, his thoughts wondering if the liquid would work on him. He figured giving it a try wouldnt harm anything, he studied each bottle from left to right up and down. Studying the gold lace on something called 'Kaluha' and the dark amber color of something called 'Jack Daniels' He listened to the man next to him not bothering to seem interested, Cas could tell the man was going to help him.

”You don’t want anything from here. No matter how stoned you are, the pain never goes away. Instead, you laugh at it for a few hours, and the next day you wake up feeling worse than you did beforehand. Besides, do you really have the cash to suppose such an expensive habit? This isn’t free, you know. It costs. A lot. It binds you into slavery. You aren’t free to do what you want. And if I know anything about angels, being bound by sin and weakness isn’t what you want.”

Cassiel turned to look at the man, his face still a blank stone of covered emotion.

"Stoned? why would I laugh at my own turmoil? Is it because of the poison?" He looked questioningly at the man at mentioning something called 'Cash' he shook his head a little turning back to the bottles, his face in serious concentration on them.

”On second thought, you might want to try it. If you have the money, it can’t hurt, right?”
"He wantes one bottle of Johnny Walkers blue label to start and then Absinthe."

Before Cas could interject with another question the man had ordered him two bottles of the poison, Cas spoke watching the bartender fetch the bottles

"What is money? Is it for barter?" he felt a presence approach the bar not to far from where he was sitting, maybe a few seats down. Her voice rang out

"I'll have the absinthe." Cas caught that the man with him ordered the same thing, he wondered if it was popular to the humans.

"Does he at least know how to drink it?" She asked them both, Cas turned his face showing a small sign of wonderment at her question.

"Don't you know it can be dangerous?" she asked, she continued to tell of the dangers behind it

"It could at least severely affect your perception or memories," Cassiel wondered why anyone would drink the poison in the first place,

She continued, "unless that's what you want."

Cas spoke plainly "I know how to drink fluids miss, I was taught at birth." he paused for a moment and continued turning to the bartender setting down the 'johnny walker' in front of him with a small glass cup. He set the bottle in front of the woman looking like he admired her

"If it is so bad for everyone then why do these humans make a habit of drinking it?" Cas picked up the bottle and twisted the cap, setting it on the counter he took a small whiff of the light brown liquid. It had a strong smell, making his eyes open a little. He shrugged and tilted the bottle up and into his mouth, guzzling down the poison within seconds. He set the empty bottle down on the counter and looked at the man with him

"I dont feel anything." He looked at the woman his face like a still sculpture. He turned back to the man with him and asked

"Should I try something else?" Cas went back to staring the bottles trying to decide.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/Yama_Back.png] As the ‘angel’ asked his questions, Yama sipped his water. What an idiot. What a sheltered, clueless idiot. He didn’t understand anything that was just said, had he? This was no longer worth it. He was leaving, first chance he got. This guy had to be drunk before that, though. Very drunk. If he wasn’t he might remember. The thought made him shiver. He didn’t want to deal with this guy again. Ever. Not in the near future. Not in the distant future. Never. And then the girl walked up to the counter and ordered some Absinthe as well. He raised an eyebrow at her. She had good taste, but she seemed to be a little… strange. If course, she hit the nail on the head when she asked about the angel. Yama just shrugged and sipped his water again. He didn’t care for this guy. It wasn’t any of his business if he knew the effects of drinking or not.. When the angel answered the girl, Yama let his forehead fall into his hand. Baka. Baka baka baka. (Idiot. Idiot idiot idiot.) Hopeless idiot. Dumb, dull, desperate, stupid, sensless idi— Wait… if he was all of these things already, why in the world was he drinking?! He looked at the girl. ”I hope you have fun with him. Bucket of brains, this one.” Gulping down the rest of his water, he set the glass down and leaned back. He still wasn’t done here. He wouldn’t be until he had found a job. Until then, why not get this guy really drunk? He was stupid enough. He might even OD, if that was possible. Hm… that was am effective way of making sure he never had to deal with this guy again. And it wouldn’t even be traceable. At all. Too bad no one wanted his head. Yet. If he looked, Yama might be able to find someone that wanted him dead, but that went against his rules. No personal issues. He would never let himself kill for the pleasure of killing. That was what psychos did. But this would be different if the guy was stupid enough to kill himself. Idiots should die; bottom line. And this guy just might fall under that category. They would have to wait and see. “Something else? I don’t see why not. If you would like more, then get more. Completely up to you.” The only problem was this chick… would she let this guy drink himself to his grave? Probably not. Most people weren’t so heartless. If she caught onto what he was doing he could be thrown out. On second thought, maybe she wouldn’t. After all, she was drinking as well. He sighed and picked up his refilled water glass. Why was he surrounded by idiots?