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Drunken Lullabies (Nekrosilisk88 & Eternally Bitten)

Nekrosilisk88

Nekrosilisk88

Wolf in the Shadows
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The rain was pounding down as he walked the streets. The black oilskin duster and wide brimmed hat he wore kept the worst of it at bay, while the skull faced bandanna he wore like a bandit more or less kept his face dry. The rattle of chains from his Tripp pants could be heard as his cowboy boots clopped down the rode. Just because he was a goth didn't mean he was all about chains, straps, and BDSM. Quite to the contrary, he felt that being goth was more about the attitude towards life than the style of clothes you wore. Sure he dressed in dark colors, but that was his choice of what he wanted to wear. He wasn't out to make a fashion statement.

A corner bar caught his eye. Perfect place for him at the moment. He needed a stiff drink, and not just to warm him up from the cold bitter weather, but to help numb the pain he was feeling. His general attitude may have been life sucks, deal with it, but this latest blow was harder than the rest. He couldn't just roll with the punches now. He needed to kill the pain one way or another, and maybe if he was lucky move on with his life before it destroyed him
 
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Ivy Trinity wasn't your ordinary bar tender yeah she wore a tank top that was too tight and hole filled jeans jeans. Yet, she was more than just a piece of ass.She had a purpose in this world. She was here to help others find their way and finally earn her place with god. Ivy was not your everyday angel. Most angels go to heaven right off the bat. She on the other hand barely made it through the pearly gates. She was a sinner who wasn't but she fell for someone very evil,sharing a bed with him and she can't take that back.

The question she always kept asking herself is, can she keep falling in love with someone else that she shouldn't
 
Thunder and lighting cracked behind him as he opened the door to the bar. The sudden flash of light revealed only a shadowy figure with a billowing coat at first. He paused for a moment before turning around and shouting at the weather apparently. "You don't need to be so damn cliché!" With that he stormed in, water still dripping off his duster. Seeing a row of pegs on the wall presumably for hanging jackets and the like, he undid the straps that kept the duster about his legs, and unbuttoned the rest of the duster.

As he hung the heavy jacket up, and his hat with it, he was revealed to be a stick of a figure. He was wearing a dark gray Thunder Rats T-shirt of a long sleeved black one. The loose fitting garments didn't reveal much other tan his apparent taste in music for those familiar with the emblem. He walked up to the bar, and leaned against it, waiting for the woman who was serving as the bar keep to come and get his order. He wasn't in any particular hurry.

His hair was a dark blond, and kept in a neat crew cut. His skin was fair especially in contrast to the black and whit bandanna that still covered his face, and emphasizing his hollow eyes, and making the rest of his face look all the more skeletal.
 
Ivy bent over to pour a bottle of whiskey into a shot glass for a gentlemen all too fixated on her breasts that looked like they were about to fall out. She heard the bell ding to signal that someone had come into the bar.Probably another drunk who was looking to feel her up. She was so ready to get her wings and leave this place.

She turned to face the man who had just sat down at the bar. She turned to see a handsome young goth about her age or how old she use to be. "What can I do you for?" She asked in a cheerful tone,plastering a smile on her face as she leaned against the bar,revealing a little for cleavage. She admitted that she was a bit flirty for an angel but it gave her extra cash.She looked into his eyes as she waited for his reply.
 
He tossed his ID on the counter for her. it showed his face unobscured and with a lopsided grin. The date on the card would confirm his age as twenty-two, and his name, James Kalmer. Assuming he was the same under his mask as in the photo he was clean shaven with a slender face. "Double of bourbon. Old Crow if you have it." He was clearly sober for now at any rate. Unlike the other patrons he wasn't staring at her chest, but rather looking at her face. Not that he hadn't notice her ample cleavage, he just had the courtesy to make it obvious he had.

He pulled out a couple of fives and dropped them on the counter. It was the way he'd always ordered drinks at a bar. Pay for them with what's in your wallet and leave your card at home. Course he had his card with him, but he wasn't taking it out. he had forty bucks left in his wallet, and it should be more than enough to accomplish what he was after.
 
Ivy looked at the i.d carefully and then gave it back to him.Grabbing the cash and placing it in her pocket, She straightened up and pulled her shirt up a little bit."Double of old crow coming up." She said turning around to get it for him. She returned with two shots of old crow. Pouring it into the two shots,one at a time. She decided to be a bit nosy."So are you from around her?" She asked finishing filling up the shots and going just a few steps away to top off the other man.She was actually pretty interested in getting to know someone who wasn't eyeing her breasts constantly.
 
James just shrugged his shoulders and pulled the bandanna down from his face. There was some stubble present on his face, meaning he hadn't shaved probably for the past couple days. He took a slow sip of the drink before answering her question. "Few blocks off, figured I'd catch something so I had a good reason to tell the boss man to shove it." His voice was bitter as he spoke, while the events from earlier that week played through his mind.

He set the half empty glass back on the counter and played with it for a bit before downing the last of the bourbon with a slurp and slapping the glass on to the bar bottom up like it was drinking contest. Clearly not a customer in a good mood at the moment, and whatever the reason, he wasn't likely to divulge the answer voluntarily, at least not until he had a few more in him. His eyes hung down staring at the empty glass.
 
Ivy finished topping off the other man and topped off James,who was clearly not in the best of moods. "What's the story, glory?" She said sarcastically ,leaning on the the , staring into his eyes with interest.
 
Clearly the sarcasm was not endearing her to him at the moment, as he simply gave her cold glare in response to the question, and continued drinking. Despite the coldness of the glare, there was pain in those eyes, and in his voice as he spoke. "Ma'am I don't now you, and right now I'm not in the mood for talking." The fact that she was a woman wasn't helping any either.

He ran his fingers through his short hair, as he downed the second glass of bourbon. at this rate he was going to be out before an hour had passed. The liquor still hadn't hit him, but it was starting to, and most trained people would be able to see the subtle changes in the way he moved as everything became increasingly deliberate.
 
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