Chicky's Boom Boom Room (Vetis)

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

I breathe you,
I taste you,
I can't live without you!
I just can't take anymore
This life of solitude

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-----Shreveport/Bossier City, LA-----

The South held the promise of not only a myriad of hauntings, which would be good practice for Freddy, but the beauty of this part of the US couldn’t be denied. She found herself and her brother a crappy little hotel room (separate mind you but joined by a door between them just in case) on the Bossier side of the river, a place called David’s hotel, and set him to work looking up local hauntings on the laptop while she went out prowling that night.

It had been a long three years and she was no closer to finding her parents as she had been that night she got that last call from her father. She knew that the danger they were in had to be something phenomenal because the would have moved heaven and earth to get back to her and Freddy had it not been so all she could do the past years is be as good of a surrogate parent to her brother as she could be, keep him safe, and keep pushing to find them. Problem was now, after all these years; she had started to give up hope. She started to see now that her brother didn’t really need her anymore and if need be he could continue on without her alone. She felt a failure, with all her training and skill the one thing her father had always given her was direction, a reason to use it, and without him in her life she was moving without a north. She had lost sight of her purpose and was just reacting now, trying to keep it together, but inside she was slowly falling apart.

Moving through the streets downtown she was looking for just the perfect little out of the way place, perhaps with a pool table where she could shark up enough money to pay for her booze for the night. Music would be nice, a band would be better, but she didn’t want some huge place, just a hole in the wall would do. That’s when she passed by Chicky’s Boom Boom Room. She noted where it was, found a parking place a few blocks over, and walked back to it.

As she moved inside she was glad to see no one checking IDs at the door, not that she didn’t have one that showed her age as older than she was, but still it would make things easier. Moving through the few people there she took a seat at the end of the bar, pulling out a twenty and ordering a whiskey on the rocks, a nice start for the night.



word count[/b] 464
tag[/b] Vetis
notes[/b]
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

It had been a good evening. If there was one thing Vetis could say for his Demon deal back when he was mortal, was that the skills it gave him transferred over pretty damn well into his now all non human existence. He’d spent the afternoon and a decent part of the evening down in Sam’s Casino, one of the bigger Casino’s down in Shreveport, down at the lake edge. Well of course it was by the lake edge, considering the ‘all Casino’s must be on water’ Law. He had no idea why that was, but he wasn’t inclined to find out either. He’d walked out of there with more than what a man could call a ‘good’ pocket full of winning’s, and sauntered away with a large smug grin on his face, listening to the fools behind him wondering how such a young man could be so good at the game. Young. Pfft.

Out of sheer damned mindedness he’d refused to drink in the Sam’s Casino bar, refusing to feed back any money into that system. He’d won it and he’d damn well take it elsewhere: where HE liked. Besides, sitting in a casino bar after a winning like that attracted the fake tit’ed blonde bimbo’s who’d go to bed with just about anyone so long as they got bought the champagne and made to look important. If there was one thing Vetis hated it was women, especially fake ones, throwing themselves at him, no matter the reason. Men were just as bad too. It was disgusting even by demonic standards. Vetis didn’t sleep with the pathetic.

So here he was, sauntering smugly down the walk way, looking for a smaller place to down his drinks in and avoid any kind of fake Monroe moron trying to unbuckle his trousers while sipping her champagne. The hot Louisiana summer air was pleasant, and if he was mortal it might have been a little sweat inducing too. His hazel eyes lifted to the neon sign reading ‘Chicky’s Boom Boom Room’, and then lowered to the little one door-ed entrance to the moderately sized bar. Music was already pumping in the dark little establishment, and he could see the place wasn’t exactly crowded. No man on the door, so he just stepped up and wandered on in.

Looking around a moment, noting the pool table but not exactly an abundance of pool players, he simply made his way over to the bar, glancing to the large TV screen mounted on the wall only to note that it was the news and lowered his gaze back to the array of drinks, stopping only a short way down from Where Whiskey was sitting. He perched himself on the bar stool gracefully and patted the bar to get the bar man’s attention, who to him seemed just a little over eager to serve.

“Whiskey, Double shot…”

That’s when he glanced over to Whiskey, drinking on her own? Now what as an attractive dame like that doing in downtown Louisiana at this time drinking on her own? This isn’t a gay bar is it? He thought to himself with a glance around the place, not that he’d mind if it was, ya know? He’d done himself his fair share of men and he’d do more than his fair share further in the future. If it was though, it was dead either way, and here’s hoping this chick is either a) Not a Lesbian or B) Bored enough to consider him even if she was. Pulling out a $50 from his wad of money, not afraid to flash the cash in here cos let’s face it: Mugging a demon wasn’t about to leave the Demon out of pocket, he flicked the note onto the bar.

“…In fact, Leave the bottle and give me two glasses.”

He turned more towards his attention point and gave her his best damn smile, one that made most women he met melt and expected the same reaction from this one. The first two glasses of Whiskey were poured for him and he simply nudged one of them down the bar a little with a single finger towards her.

“…Celebrate with me?”

Notes: JUST LOST MY THREAD VIRGINITY! [Words: 701]
Location: Chicky's Boom Boom Room, Louisiana, Shreveport.
Tagged: Whiskey Morgan Kings, Oh Baby.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

She had just brought her glass up to her lips to finish off the last of the liquid within when she noticed Vetis standing next to her. Not bothering to stop, she let it rest against her bottom lip as her hazel eyes slowly trailed up towards him, taking in his features for a moment, noting that killer smile. Inside she felt her heart pitter patter but outside she played it cool, her life wasn’t about showing the world her true self, it was about that cold hard exterior she wore like an armor. Feigning indifference, she moved her eyes back towards the bottles behind the bar, finishing off her glass with a swallow and putting it down on the wooden surface, letting his words hang in the air a moment, her way of putting him off balance to begin with. She had played this sort of cat and mouse game with many men at many bars before and since she didn’t feel like paying for her booze tonight, and since any intelligent man who found out that she enjoyed a good tussle in bed as much as she did her liquor wouldn’t bother paying for her fill, she knew to play it cold to start with, let him think he was baiting her. With a soft smirk, reeling him in, she parted her lips.

“What are we celebrating, first time in a bar?”

Not her best material mind you but she didn’t want to totally scare him off with her sharp tongue, added to that she had already noted he was holding a full bottle of her poison of choice and two glasses. Of course she had noticed the slim pickings at the bar already as far as the pool game and with the cost of the hotel rooms for her and Freddy plus the food she had left for her brother for dinner not only was that twenty she had handed the bartender her last bill but it she wasn’t sure how come tomorrow she’d scrounge up the dough to feed her brother again. She didn’t want to resort to his patented ATM fraud if they didn’t have to, security at ATMs had been getting stronger and last thing the brother and sister needed was to have law enforcement on them. Of course if this curly haired hottie was into her enough she might be able to charm him out of not only drinks for the night but dinner, a dinner she would probably only take a bite or two out of and save the rest for her brother for breakfast. Sleeping in the car was always an option for them but she would never see Freddy go hungry.

She considered a moment, uncrossing her legs and turning to face him, then crossing them again, her eyes going to the empty seat beside her as an invitation to him, before looking back up at him.

“So, you come here often…or is that your cheesy pick up line?”

A finger of hers now gliding over the tip of her now empty glass slowly.




word count[/b] 514
tag[/b] Vetis
notes[/b]
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

Oh he liked that smirk, He liked it a lot. She didn’t much need to reel him in, he was rung, and something that rhymed with that too. The smart comment back ran a shudder of entertained enjoyment up his spine. She was perfect, he wanted to keep her forever, so long as forever ended when the sun came up the next morning. He smirked a little In return, occasionally forgetting he looked like he was fresh out of high school. His vessel looked 20’s, early 20’s too, and it was half the reason he loved it in Casino’s. People underestimated youth. Still leaning on the bar top and taking up his own drink he raised it to his lips only to pause it under his bottom lip to speak.

“…If that’s your thing.”

A slick grin behind his glass that showed in his jaw line and dimples before he knocked back his whiskey in one and then placed the glass back down, watching where he placed it and swallowed his drink. His eyes were attracted back to her abruptly when she moved, not shy to let hazel eyes hold their gaze as she uncrossed her legs and turned to him. It would be a fair assumption for her to make that he was a sleaze. He rather was. Not exactly a womanizer or too much of a slime ball because he still hated the ‘throw emselves at you’ bimbo’s, but for his kind of woman he wasn’t exactly too shy to take a good look. She was ticking all his boxes. He had to admit he felt a pang of disappointment when she crossed them again, but the invite to take the seat easily wiped that from his mind. He took the offered seat and picked up his Whiskey bottle he’d had left with him and refilled her glass, then his own. Some manners at least.

“…If you thought that one was cheesy, wait until you hear the rest.”

He picked up his drink and gave her another somewhat smug but now bordering cheeky expression and sipped his drink once before putting it down on the side.

“…Rather celebrating my continued string of abusing the Casino systems.”

He had no idea about this girl. No idea if she was a Local, or a traveller, or even a holiday maker. He didn’t know he was being looked at like a potential cash machine, but even if he did, chances were he really wouldn’t care. He’d paid much worse for the ‘pleasure of their company’. This girl was actually rather stunning and in a bar at this time of night on her own, he did have to wonder if he was lucky enough that she was a hooker. He had a pocket full to blow tonight on booze and whatever else he might enjoy, and he’d most certainly enjoy her. It would make the whole courtship/persuasion process a lot easier if he didn’t have to talk her into it and could just flash the cash. Still he wasn’t going to outright ask if she was, because if she wasn’t then he found girls tended to get offended. So if he had to go through the process, buy her drinks, take her out for food, then sure, why not? Ultimately, he usually got in their knickers for it. It helped that he was hot. To look at anyway.

“So I’ve money to waste…”

He leaned forwards a little in his seat and smiled again.

“…I’d appreciate someone with the time to waste it with me.”

Notes: -Smooooth- [Words: 593]
Location: Chicky’s Boom Boom Room.
Tagged: Whiskey.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

She reached over, taping her fingers against the rim of the glass with the liquid in it, part of her eagerly wanting to grab up the glass and gulp it down and like the orphan Oliver hold it out declaring “More please” but this man intrigued her to much for her to tip her hand that early in the game. So he had money did he, well she knew what they said about a fool and his money and he obviously wasn’t to keen on not spreading around that fact. Of course he could also be doing it in the hopes that she’d just drop all pretenses and part her legs at the chance to bed a guy with cash, hoping he’d be her sure ticket to perhaps being a kept woman, but Whiskey was not like that. Her longest romantic relationship consisted of a boy from her parents training academy which lasted all of three weeks, then he was gone on assignment to another part of the country, funny thing was that happened right about the time she had been caught making out with him by her father, oh well.

As he leaned over into her a little more she brought her eyes up to meet his, her nail tapping on her glass a moment as she considered his words, that smirk firmly in place again, she didn’t want to break eye contact with him, it was almost like two predators facing off, something in her gut told her that in this game she didn’t want to appear to be the weaker one because honestly she wasn’t. As far as she knew he was just a simple young man who didn’t even come close to the extensive training she held in hand to hand. She could break five bones in his body without breaking a sweat so she had little to fear from him or any other human for that matter. She had once had someone stupid enough to try to mug her, she ended up with a nice sawed off and three hundred dollars of the mugger’s money, he ended up in the hospital for a week.

Tonight though, something in her wanted him to not be an easy mark. Normally if she found a guy attractive she’d give him her three simple rules to sex, no glove no love, don’t get attached, and no cuddling. They were there mainly to protect her from unwanted and unnecessary attachments. She had no illusions about her life, she knew she was on the way out from the moment she choose to be a hunter and if she feel prey to that illness people called love that would make her sloppy, venerable, apt to make stupid mistakes. She might have been seeking her own death but she wouldn’t help hasten it by doing something as stupid as falling in love, she had a brother to see to, one who she would take care of as long as she possibly could. No, she wouldn’t be this man’s whore tonight but if he intrigued her more she might at least find a good time with him and who knew, in the morning he might buy her breakfast as well, enough to feed her and her brother. Her stomach jumped at the idea of food, it really had been quite some time since she had a real full meal, more than a few bites of something off of Freddy’s plate that is. Alcohol was her real fuel lately, helping her sleep most nights, helping her forget.

“Well that was cheesy. So should I call you simply waste or is there going to be a name accompanying this offer anytime soon?”


word count[/b] 616
tag[/b] Vetis
notes[/b] Game on!
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

He held the gaze with a confidence that either suggested he was a complete idiot, or there were things about him that she didn’t know, and couldn’t read, and his age defied. Brown eyes not leaving hers for a second. It was indeed like a stray male Lion facing down the Alpha female of a Pride on that pride’s territory. He might have weight, and muscle advantage, but she was smart and she looked like she knew how to use that against him. He wasn’t stupid and he’d had his unfortunate share of Tangoing with Hunter’s who knew those very same tricks. In no way was he underestimating her, smug and arrogant as he was, but he was still fairly sure he could any human on, hunter or civilian, and come out the better. Perhaps not the Winchesters, though, those buggers were infamous for ganking his kind.

Then the name request came and his smile faltered for only a fraction of a second. Normally he wouldn’t have hesitated at delivering his fake name ‘Heath Ledger’, but in this moment he felt compelled to give her his real name. But then how did he explain his lack of last name? Maybe his last name didn’t matter? Who really gave their full names out in informal situations? T’wasn’t like he was being stopped by the police. A second or two of silence hung in the air, but his Grin was back up and stabilised before he had chance to really register he’d paused.

“Vetis…And you?”

If she said Whiskey, He was going to assume that was a fake name merely on the grounds that that was what they were drinking. He wouldn’t argue it though. He didn’t need a name, really. Not a real one, one to moan against her neck and if she was happy for that name to be one that wasn’t really her own then so was he. He had no real idea why he’d felt quite so compelled to deliver his real name, but he had. Something about her made him want to hear his real name on those lips, and he’d chosen to forgo the whole ‘I lied to you, my name is really…’ situation. Some women wouldn’t sleep with you for that offence.

He downed his own drink after that, eyes not leaving her even as he tilted his head back a little and shot the hot liquid straight down the back of his throat without even touching the sides of his mouth or tongue. It burned its way down his vessel’s throat but he showed no mortal signs to accompany the sting. He liked it, burning pain always did feel good. Lowering his glass he refilled his own and then tilted the neck of the bottle in her direction, the gesture telling her to drink up, because he had another one waiting for her at the bottom of the bottle. He didn’t wait too long before he spoke again, not really giving her much of a gap to answer with her name.

“Actually, Wadda ya say we take this bottle and blow this joint? Hm?”

He kept the bottle held out in offering but he did slip forwards off his seat, standing, hips rolling his well built form off the stool like he was a well oiled machine. He’d been well oiled before, that had been a good experience. That guy had been one hell of a good night…Pity about the mole on his face though.

“Let me dine you, I hear there’s a fairly nice spot over in the mall complex, and I’m simply dying for a nice rare steak.”

Cos’ there was nothing quite like the taste of blood, but he didn’t add that. She appeared pretty tough but most human women tended not to appreciate a man with a blood lust. Scared them, he found. His eyes were still on her, enjoying this place sure but if he could get her to dinner then he was hopefully on a roll to getting her into bed. He really had no quibble with paying for it, either. He’d done so before. Moral’s tended to be lacking when you were demonic.

Notes: CHEESECAKE BISTRO…Mmmm. [Words: 698]
Location: Chicky’s Boom Boom Room.
Tagged: Whiskey.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

It seemed like no one ever really believed her the first time she introduced herself, which wasn’t totally unexpected, I mean really who names their child Whiskey. Well thanks to her father’s sense of humor and her mother’s in ability to say no to him, she ended up named after the substance that had brought about her conception, a fact her father used to use to kill her sex drive when she gave any appearance of having one. She didn’t particularly like her name but she dealt with it. Only one person in the world knew she preferred being called her middle name of Morgan anyway, her brother, and he would when he was either trying to get her to do something for him or feeling that she needed to know he cared about her. So it was weird for her to find herself using it when introducing herself to Vetis but she did so, standing up at his invitation for dinner.

“Whiskey, Whiskey Morgan, either one works.”

Of course if he went with Morgan it’d have an effect on her, she couldn’t deny that, so she wondered why it was that she choose to let him use that name if he wanted to. Picking up the glass of whiskey she shot it back in one swallow, putting it down and looking up at him a moment before adjusting the tight top she had on, making sure that it hugged her curves in just the right way, running her hands down her sides to accentuate the effect before finally giving in and lowering her eyes a moment, knowing fully well what effect turning her head just to the side so her bare neck could peek out under her dark locks could have on a man. She then slowly brought her eyes back up to his, they had softened considerably, the idea of food in her empty stomach helping that cold exterior melt just ever so slightly, especially since she was standing only about a half of foot away from him when she did it, the effect on most men was electrifying, especially with her eyes.

She’d let him take her pawn in this move but she did have more tricks up her sleeve, reaching out for the offered bottle. Now, she had a sense of him at this point, call it perhaps a kindred spirit moment, because when she offered something like he was it would be a tease, pulling the item back at the last moment like hooking a fish. She knew he was probably baiting her with the bottle and yes, he had her ticket on that point, but it wasn’t like if he kept this game up with her she would just leave him out in the cold, in fact if he kept this up he might be the only man in her whole history to get her number the next morning.




word count[/b] 485
tag[/b] Vetis
notes[/b] Mmmm cheesecake
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

Perhaps surprisingly, when she reached for the bottle he didn’t pull it back. He let her have it, partly because she’d had the nerve to accept it. A lot of women he’d met would have giggled it off or something equally annoying. No, she had nerve and it showed and that, that was something he liked. Demon he might be, but he knew what he enjoyed topside and he bloody well looked for it. When he found it, he pursued it until it was his. That was, unfortunately, not a common occurrence. A few times Vetis found himself resorting to the giggling types just because the picking’s for his type weren’t just slim, but none existent. A lay was a lay right? This was probably why most of the men and women he managed to woo into bed woke up the next morning alone with a ‘Thanks, doll’ note scribbled on whatever he had to hand, which was usually the receipt for the dinner he’d bought them.

He smiled, letting her take the bottle as if it were a gift for presenting him with her name. The way she said it, despite what it was, made him half believe that was in fact her real name. She said the first name with somewhat distaste but the second name held a little more too it in her tone. A little more comfort maybe? Appreciation? Either worked right?

“Well, Morgan…”

Yep, sure he went with the one she seemed to prefer, he was very observant of the people he spoke too, knowing paying attention to body language and voice patterns was how to read someone. He did it every single time he made a deal. It was a trait himself and Crowley shared, both very good at their job for their understanding of the human functions, and how to manipulate them. Course Crowley was an expert in that field, Vetis was a good few hundred years younger and still learning, but he was rapidly gaining on the older demon’s skill. He watched her, watched her move, watched her straighten the top as discretely as he could but it wasn’t masked entirely, hazel eyes drawn to it by her movements. He almost –but refrained- bit into his own lower lip as she smoothed the sides down, feeling his vessels reaction to that due to his own feelings about it. Then the turn, her neck exposed and that drew his attention there, those dark waves and curls of hair exposing the skin only a few seconds before she was looking back at him, and he rose his eyes to hers as if he’d not been looking at all. She was stunning, So stunning and so very much appearing to be his type. The pause had been a little too long that as good as confessed he’d been distracted, and in that realisation he simple offered his killer smile again.

“…I believe you, me and the whiskey bottle have an appointment with some local cuisine. I hear it’s not fashionable to be late to a dinner appointment, just rude.”

He moved from his place and to her side and offered her his arm, oddly gentlemanly, even if the truth of him was a bit rougher. Born and raised Irish Gypsie, and then a Vegas high roller because of a deal, and then a demon after that. Not exactly the most refined of existences but she didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know was that he was a good gambler, He had money and he was willing to splash it on her. Yes, sure, it was also in the hopes of getting laid, but he could tell she knew that. She could tell she was tonight’s chosen conquest, and Vetis was no fool: HE could tell she wasn’t going to make it easy for him, or cheap. That was fine. He could just easily hit another casino tomorrow night and restock his finances.

“Shall we?”

Notes: …No Bud light. I have no idea why I ordered that. XD [words: 662]
Location: Chicky’s boom boom room, but let’s go get food ey?
Tagged: Whiskey Morgan Kings.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

Morgan, he just had to say Morgan didn’t he? As her hand wrapped around the bottle’s neck she slowly drew it from his hand, her lips still curled in that smile of hers that was laced with mystery and promise. She didn’t do what she wanted to though, which was bring the bottle to her lips and swallow down the warm liquid, knowing full well that she’d rather put some real food in her stomach first, then add more alcohol, then add him on top of her (or really any way he wanted her, it had been far too long since she had her last one night stand and this young man intrigued her more than she cared to admit). She lowered the bottle to her side, taking his arm, her small hand against his skin softly.

“So, Vetis…”

She purred his name out, her voice soft and full of promise of fun to be had now, but playful still, it wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of just taking him by the river and honestly the thought sent tiny shivers down her back, but what she was enjoying more than anything at all in this moment was the back and forth. So many people in her life didn’t give her this much grief and most men would have just come up to her and given her some really cheese pick up line then retreated at the snide comments she had made, but this guy was different and she liked that. There was nothing in her life that she ever had gotten that she hadn’t fought for so what was the point of having him if she didn’t make him fight a little for her, besides he looked like he was enjoying it as much as she did. If he was this feisty outside the bedroom she could only imagine the fun they’d be having inside it.

Then there was that smile of his, it was the kind of smile that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up along with her knees weak. Of course she was good enough to not give that little hint away, or the fact that when her hand touched his skin it felt like electric sparks up her spine. Only one or two men had ever had that effect on her before, her first which she explained away with him being handsome and her inexperience, and a hunter who died many years back. She mentally kicked herself for even thinking about this encounter as something more than a random fling, a way to get a hot meal, her brother fed, and a toss between the sheets, reminding herself that her only two long term relationships now were her brother and finding her parents, nothing else could matter to her.

“I think it’s customary to do this silly thing called small talk, would you like to discuss weather, occupations, or something like pop culture?”




word count[/b] 491
tag[/b] Vetis
notes[/b] Well finally the muse decided to work with me!!
credits[/b] .duchess. of caution 2.0 made this. steal it and i steal your spleen[/font][/size]

[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

He felt it too, the electric. How bizarre that was. Vetis had never really felt that, not human or demon. The girls in Vegas when he was human were little more than conquests and fan girls. Perhaps having too many bimbos when he was alive was why he hated them so much now. He’d had more than his fill of table lingering Barbie dolls, they were dull and shallow now and lacked no real substance, nothing to challenge him. You could get into their underwear as easily as you could get into a New York cab: There were dozens just waiting for you and one strong gesture and they’d pull over to the side and let you in. Ugh. No, Experience and what little demonic life experience he’d had so far had taught him the value of quality and the pleasure to be had in overcoming a challenging partner. It felt so much better when you’d won it, not been thrown it. And she sure was making him earn it, it was similar to the satisfaction of a good hard muscle work and sweat when working on car mechanics.

So when the static sparked between their energy’s he felt a subtle surge of thrill and then a slight odd worry about it. What on earth was that? Still, the blood it made pump harder around his vessel was a good feeling so he didn’t argue with it, kept his arm in hers, and kept his smile up all the while. For a demon, Vetis could be merited on the fact he didn’t shag and KILL, he wasn’t averse to killing no, No Vetis was still a demon and would still happily rip out the heart of a child if it suited his purposes, but Vetis liked his conquests to walk around after he was done with them and think of him. Of the ‘man’ they thought they’d known. Not a single one ever being given his real identity. Some got his real name, but NONE ever got his occupation, or his race, or eye colour, or anything they could associate with him bar a weird name most people who tell them he faked. It wasn’t exactly a common name.

So, small talk. He nodded to her statement, not having minded if she’d chosen to swig the bottle because frankly she’d be easier and easier to outwit verbally the more drunk she got. Or so he was assuming, and she seemed the type more charmed by witty banter and good taste than looks alone, or she’d have been throwing herself at him in every alley they passed. Thankfully she wasn’t because that’d make him lose interest pretty bloody quickly. She might have been tempted to have him at the lake side, and sure he’d probably take it, but he sure wouldn’t stick around afterwards. If she really made him earn this, wine and dine, then he’d have much more inclination to stay until morning, maybe even repeat their encounter. Walking her down the path ways, bridge-ward and towards their ultimate destination with a hanging with that he could teleport and have done with it, he thought only a moment on how to explain his occupation in a manner that seemed normal. Weather was a cliché topic and pop culture could wait until over dinner banter.

“I’m a sales man for a big industrial corporation. It’s Hell, but it’s a Job.”

Ah, the good old fashioned obviousness. He hadn’t lied, it really was hell, but with Human tendency to exaggerate life’s difficulties with that comparison when truly most had no clue the extremity of the pit. He had to find it amusing when they used that term. Most of them using it were going there anyway, he supposed they’d soon correct the habit when standing at the flesh laced haggard Iron gates of damnation. He kept their pace fast enough not to seem like a romantic boardwalk waltz but not rushed, maintaining a perfect balance of interest but mystery.

“And yourself, Morgan?”

Good luck explaining yours.

Notes: -is Loving it- [words: 672]
Location: Walking away from Chicky’s boom boom room.
Tagged: Whiskey Morgan Kings.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

The drink must have gone to her head when she asked that question because not in a million years would she have otherwise. Damn now she’d have to think of something in which would explain her not knowing Shreveport, not being here on holiday, and not really having any sustainable income. Not to mention the fact that she had a younger brother in an adjoining room who, if the night went into the morning, Vetis might be meeting. Yea she’d have to think quicker than she was thinking because already her hesitation pretty much spelled out that what she was about to say was probably a lie so it was already to late when she opened her mouth to say.

“Odd jobs really, I travel across the country with my brother. It’s sort of a nomadic lifestyle but I like meeting new people and seeing new places. I guess I probably have some gypsy blood in me. Right now I am passing through town on my way to New Orleans to work in a bar in the French Quarter.”

Okay maybe that sounded okay, but anyone who knew a lie when they heard it would spot the inconsistencies in her words. While it wasn’t a flat out, bald faced lie it wasn’t the whole truth either. Odd jobs to her were hunts and then the occasional job, like the stripper one in New Orleans she was headed to, where she could earn cash while hunting. Then there was spending a day or two looking for marks in pool halls and bars, she had really gotten good at sharking. Her brother had also gotten good at ATM larceny as well but that was more dangerous lately as the new technology was so advanced that you wouldn’t know the cops were on the way till they got there and she feared him getting caught, she would have no way to get him out of jail. Of course there was the newest way she had found to irk out a few bucks, underground fighting rings, her size and gender a benefit when it comes to people thinking she will be an easy one to beat.

As they walked up the bridge, crossing the river, she looked out across it, smiling softly at the facts that Freddy had filled her head with before she left for the night. She insisted that he look up information about every city they went to, her way of trying to get him to keep up with some sort of schooling while she couldn’t give him a traditional classroom to be in. He had told her that they had found Bull sharks in this river before, yes sharks this far up from the ocean, then he went on to tell her about how they could live in fresh water, their connection to the Jaws movie because of an attack on kids in fresh water, and on and on. She sat there listening patently as he went from fact after fact, trying to keep up but he kept loosing her. It wasn’t that she was dumb; it was that he was so hyper-intelligent that he lost her. Of course that didn’t mean the facts that he did share weren’t totally lost.

“Did you know that the reason the casinos are all on paddleboats is because there is no gambling on US soil in Louisianan but they can do it in the water as long as it’s on seaworthy vessels, so basically if they wanted to they could fire up the paddlewheels and drive those boats down the river.”

Okay, so maybe that made her sound a bit like a nerd, but it also showed that she had more than air in her head.

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[VETIS]

Russian Roulette is not the same without a Gun...

“Mmm, not just a pretty face, I see…”

He nudged his shoulder to hers gently with a grin. Thank god for that too because the airheads in the casino had near made him vomit. A woman who could hold a good conversation at last: an attractive woman who could hold a good conversation. An attractive, fiery woman who could hold a good conversation. She was sounding more and more like the type he’d stay with as he thought about it. Had he been human when he’d met her, Vetis would have found his perfect bride. Unfortunately, he was good many years older, not human, and more importantly he was dead: Demon’s were dead.
That didn’t mean she might be the first he’d met that he’d come back too. Okay granted, the little fact reel off sounded like she’d just recited a text book, but who was he to judge? Yes he’d known that, anything to do with gambling and he knew it, law or trick he knew, casino’s and gambling were his area.

“…No, I didn’t know. Fascinating. I don’t come down this way much but I spent a good deal of time in the neon city, and don’t be fooled, if you can make it in Vegas it’s a beautiful place, but they don’t call it the city of sin for nothing.”

He shook his head softly as he looked away from her over the waters, to the Casino’s along the edges, the sea worth vessels he’d been in that very evening and walked out with much more than he’d walked in with. That was always the way. He’d spent too long in the game not to know every trick in the book now, whether he was playing those tricks or watching someone else play them across the table. He knew how to out manoeuvre most any player, because most players didn’t have his age, or his good looks. None of them had both.

“So, was that work ‘in’ a bar in the French quarter, or on one?”

He looked back to her with a questioning brow raised. He’d never admit it to himself but he’d feel a twinge of jealousy in that moment. He’d known her less than an hour and already the idea of her swinging her hips on a table top for old men in some skimpy sequin laced bikini didn’t appeal to him. Unless it was his lap she’d be gyrating on, in which case the idea appealed greatly. He knew you didn’t travel to New Orleans down to the French quarter to work in a respectable establishment behind the bar, if you were a young attractive girl, who appeared to have no income, no established address and no other option. Did he want to sweep her off her feet and don the knight in shining armour title? No, but that didn’t mean he’d up and abandon this one to a fate he’d left more than one woman too in his time.

Mostly over the bridge now his eyes turned to their destination, the closing in Mall complex where right now, all he could see was some sort of fishing superstore, or whatever it was. He’d not been over there yet but he’d heard recommendations; Vetis one of the few demons able to mingle socially without any problem at all. He still understood humans, not long a demon and still clinging to the shreds of his humanity that gave him the edge in the Casino. If you understood your prey you stood better chances of beating it.

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Location: The Bridge right now.
Tagged: Whiskey Morgan Kings.

...and baby when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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Chuckling softly at herself as he nudged her with his shoulder she wondered why this felt so natural. With most other guys it was either a flash in the pan animal attraction that ended when the sun rose the next morning or those few she choose to actually banter with, talk to, that would seem forced and she’d resort to hiding behind a mask of humor and dumb talk like trying to force herself to look interested in hearing about their jobs or their families or…blah blah blah. With Veits though she found she wanted to know more, okay granted his profession sounded rather bland in comparison to what she did every day, but who knew, maybe sales might be a killer profession too.

As he asked the question, correctly gathering exactly what type of bar it was she was going to be working in, she gave him a soft smile, looking up to meet his eyes. She wasn’t ashamed to do both what she had to in order to both ensure the safety of humans and earn some money for her and her brother in the mix. In that moment she decided that silence would answer his question the best as she turned to look at a few of the shops that were around, eyes dancing across the lights that hung from the trees like fireflies were surrounding them.

“Vegas, I think I drove through there once, I remember seeing that big pyramid light from the highway at night. We were on our way to the coast, sun, surf, and bikinis. Next time I guess I’ll have to stop and see what it is like there.”

She reached over and put her free hand over his as the smell of the food from the various restaurants flooded her senses. Her stomach churned with hunger at it, ravenous hunger. In her thoughts of food and just enjoying Vetis’ company she hadn’t noticed that she hadn’t downed any more of the whiskey, which for her was extremely weird. Normally when an open bottle was around her she’d have polished it off in moments but he seemed to have this weird effect on her, calming that pain inside of her without having to drown it in some substance to shut it out. Later she’d probably just chalk it up to a fluke but for the now she just simply enjoyed the fact.

Looking around to the various restaurants, she smiled brighter, looking back to him.

“So, which one is our destination?”

Honestly she was so hungry he could say the pretzel place on the corner and she’d be happy right now.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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