08-02-2018, 05:06 PM
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The tavern was, against Des' better judgement, a place he spent a lot of his passing hours in whenever the world either turned too uneventful for his anxious tastes or too loud to the point that he had to drown it all out in a cup of the strongest thing they had on hand. It was a slow torture, killing his body one cell at a time, although he had to wonder if his mind was dying given the complicated nature of his being. Did demons lose brain cells when they drank? He didn't feel[ any dumber, and hoped that he wasn't.
If there was one thing worse than his life, it would be his life if he was an idiot.
Today, it was the first thing that brought him back to the tavern, already popular enough with the crowd that all he had to do was saunter in to have his favorite handed to him without even uttering a word. Bourbon, one of the fancier brands that they had on hand. Cost him a pretty penny every time he came in, but he had enough to spare from the odd job or two he took. Besides, it wasn't like he had rent to pay or anything. The only thing he had left to spend his money on were his vices.
The entire day had been as uneventful as ever, and with his nerves all but frayed when he didn't have something to work on, Des needed to mellow out a bit. The cigarettes worked sometimes, but today it seemed like they decided to rebel against him, and so getting drunk (or at least tipsy, he wasn't planning on blacking out today, just calming down) was the only thing left for him. The shot was downed quickly, another soon to follow, and it was only then that he decided to stop and glance around what small crowd inhabited the place this evening.
There wasn't a lot of people to focus on. There were a few guys unconscious next to him, small groups chattering in corners, quiet comparatively to how it got in the evenings but still loud enough to probably be a headache if you weren't used to the usual. He was, however, and all it did was tug his lips up into a soft half-smile as he ordered a cup of something weaker, one of the cheaper brands of beer that the tavern had on hand to save up on some cash for later use.
Nothing seemed visibly out of place, not even Junji sitting alone in his booth, although he was the most interesting thing in this place that evening. He was the only one not drinking, for one, unless the tea in his hand happened to be spiked, but he recalled seeing the angel around to chase that idea out of his head quickly. He didn't seem the type. Likewise, he didn't seem like the type to hang out in taverns, although perhaps he liked the company. Most of the people, as rough as they were, were decent folk when you got to know them. Sharp and tousled around the edges, but ready to jump in front of a bullet for anyone they called their own.
His mind had wandered away to memories as he gazed at Junji, staring at him but not quite seeing him, and it was only when the angel looked up and smiled at him that he realized he had gotten caught up in his head facing a rather unfortunate direction, and he offered a sheepish grin of his own and saluted him, only to quickly turn away and sip at his drink. He wasn't one to intrude on people's space, having more respect than the usual pirate did, and being completely oblivious to Junji's wishful thinking for company he felt inclined to offer the angel the same.
// on this episode of 'des is a stereotypical useless gay'
what is a first move?
The tavern was, against Des' better judgement, a place he spent a lot of his passing hours in whenever the world either turned too uneventful for his anxious tastes or too loud to the point that he had to drown it all out in a cup of the strongest thing they had on hand. It was a slow torture, killing his body one cell at a time, although he had to wonder if his mind was dying given the complicated nature of his being. Did demons lose brain cells when they drank? He didn't feel[ any dumber, and hoped that he wasn't.
If there was one thing worse than his life, it would be his life if he was an idiot.
Today, it was the first thing that brought him back to the tavern, already popular enough with the crowd that all he had to do was saunter in to have his favorite handed to him without even uttering a word. Bourbon, one of the fancier brands that they had on hand. Cost him a pretty penny every time he came in, but he had enough to spare from the odd job or two he took. Besides, it wasn't like he had rent to pay or anything. The only thing he had left to spend his money on were his vices.
The entire day had been as uneventful as ever, and with his nerves all but frayed when he didn't have something to work on, Des needed to mellow out a bit. The cigarettes worked sometimes, but today it seemed like they decided to rebel against him, and so getting drunk (or at least tipsy, he wasn't planning on blacking out today, just calming down) was the only thing left for him. The shot was downed quickly, another soon to follow, and it was only then that he decided to stop and glance around what small crowd inhabited the place this evening.
There wasn't a lot of people to focus on. There were a few guys unconscious next to him, small groups chattering in corners, quiet comparatively to how it got in the evenings but still loud enough to probably be a headache if you weren't used to the usual. He was, however, and all it did was tug his lips up into a soft half-smile as he ordered a cup of something weaker, one of the cheaper brands of beer that the tavern had on hand to save up on some cash for later use.
Nothing seemed visibly out of place, not even Junji sitting alone in his booth, although he was the most interesting thing in this place that evening. He was the only one not drinking, for one, unless the tea in his hand happened to be spiked, but he recalled seeing the angel around to chase that idea out of his head quickly. He didn't seem the type. Likewise, he didn't seem like the type to hang out in taverns, although perhaps he liked the company. Most of the people, as rough as they were, were decent folk when you got to know them. Sharp and tousled around the edges, but ready to jump in front of a bullet for anyone they called their own.
His mind had wandered away to memories as he gazed at Junji, staring at him but not quite seeing him, and it was only when the angel looked up and smiled at him that he realized he had gotten caught up in his head facing a rather unfortunate direction, and he offered a sheepish grin of his own and saluted him, only to quickly turn away and sip at his drink. He wasn't one to intrude on people's space, having more respect than the usual pirate did, and being completely oblivious to Junji's wishful thinking for company he felt inclined to offer the angel the same.
// on this episode of 'des is a stereotypical useless gay'
what is a first move?
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