STREET CRAWL E R S .

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria hated bars. They were crowded, noisy, and usually had all manner of unsavory characters in them. So, when he realized that the boss was bringing them to one, he could barely disguise his displeasure. Still, he had come along, knowing that he would have to get on the boss' good side if he wanted to get anywhere in the gang. Right hand man Astoria sounded pretty good.

Still, he thought as he glanced over at Ichigo, fucking the boss would probably be easier...

Rolling his eyes, Astoria sank down into his chair in a quieter corner of the bar, sipping something that was fruity and had a huge amount of alcohol in it. Drunk Astoria was fun Astoria, after all.

 

[spoopily]

The male slowly found himself holding onto two nearly emptied waiter's plates, still carefully balancing one on his head. He needed a place to put it down and get this thing off his head before he drops it and... He shivered, imagining Juu's reaction to the shattering glass and spilled water. Not good, got to get this thing off his head and soon. As another mocking couple praised him on his balancing and took water from the plate on his head, he found a spot of tranquility with like one guy by himself to fix this whole mess up.

Ale's gaze was blocked by multiple bodies rocking to the beat of the music, it looked like he had to cross a sea of dancing individuals. He sighed, shoulders dropping. Always some time of risk with this job...! He carefully began to make his way through the crowd, heart in throat, and taking the widest spaces to pass through as possible. Since he was relatively short, swinging elbows and shoulders threatened to hit the water. It was so close to being game over, and for that, Ale was afraid.

There was a clearing and somehow, some way, the fizzy soda [get it because his name is ginger ale haha ill stop.] had accomplished a hard task! Good on ya, Ginger. Suddenly, a probably drunken body slammed into his back. As time grew slow, and he caught witness of the glasses tipping off and plummeting into the cold illuminated floor, he swear he hear the music play Mmm whatcha sayyyy... in the background. There was probably a dozen loud sounds of glass shattering and water spilling all over before the metal clang of the plates swirled on the ground. Ale found himself on the floor, shirt wet and not too far from a battlefield of broken glass. He tensed up, turning his head to back to the bar with crippling fear.

Juu looked monstrous. Ale quickly turned away, immediately turning pale. Crawling forward, he began messily scooping the broken glass onto one cracked plate, it falling apart in his hand. Ale's shoulder's raised, fingers scrambling for another plate to shoved all this broken glass onto. His hands were numb from the cold and wet, but he didn't care, he kept pushing glass onto the plate. "Giiiinger...." He grumbled, his voice resonating. Oh my god oh my god oh my god

 

[Gertrude]

Zeke would have been surprised when she came first and greeted him but then again, being somewhat of a weirdass he is, his pride also got a major boost at this. He became oddly confident from his usual self. If I had the pleasure to meet a beautiful lady like you before I would not forget." His eyes fixed on hers...a bit down at her boobs but then back to her face. Deep inside he was hoping for something more revealing, but this would be as far as it goes unless he succeed. Something in his mind told him they did meet before but he couldn't really recall. Those boobs looked very familiar but did he truly see her before?

The answer was you did, dumbass, she was among those he checked out during recruitment. "I'm Ezekiel, but please, call me Zeke." Now he reminisced about those curves, yes. He has remembered everything...well, most crucial thing. He cleared his throat, trying to not look down and get caught in an inappropriate action."In this vast sea of people, I can't help but notice such a beautiful flower standing out among the others." Almost D-cup stood out he meant. Hopefully she didn't remember his face as one of those douches watched from above, and in his case, even laughed when someone fell down and get swallowed. "So tell me, what brought you here tonight?" He inched closer to her, gazing at her and locked his eyes with her, a bastard smirk at the corner of his lips. "Were you planning to relax or searching for a new friend? Because I could help you in both cases." Shameless Zeke was being awfully bold and shameless.

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He hissed underneath his breath, not enough to be heard in this loud place. However, the movement of his chest pressed against Eli's back and the breath he let out at his neck has alerted it. "Tsk." He grunted begrudgingly, squeezing Eli even tighter than before. Somehow he felt out of character by being a protective papa bear but heck, he was more drunk and pissed to give a damp about anything right now. "Fucking idiot. Can't you just listen to me for one second?" He scolded Eli out of nowhere, apparently, he couldn't get over the fact Eli got into these gang thingy just so they could be together. This whole shit was dangerous and the last thing he needed was babysitting his boyfriend.

As a punishment, he sunk his teeth down to Eli's neck and carelessly left a good old-fashioned mark. He snorted at his previous action, being the person incapable of ever feeling apologetic, he continued his works by fixing Eli's position to get a better look at his face. He remembered bit down his lips and left a scar there, it seemed that it has faded. "...time for replacement..." Words muttered when he leaned down to brushed his lips on the other's pair. His hand stroke his boyfriend's thighs, up and down, up and a firm grab places at where he stopped. He suck down the sweet taste when Eli's lower lip was between his lips, his teeth lightly held it before teasingly let it out from the side. But at the end, he bit down, enough for blood to come out and leave a bigger scar than the last one.

Smiling to himself, he lick up the wound while whispering to Eli. "In case anyone want to mess with you..." These words he didn't say it the last time, but this time he will. He mostly said out of a blurry mind, but some men are the most honest when they are drunk. "...they will know you are fucking mine to think twice before they do something stupid." He snarled, still looking at the newly made wound and finally at Eli's eyes with a deep darkness.

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Luca spoke up after a long time of silence. "So how is the boss?" As his best friend, he knew better than anyone what was Ichigo's real intention for joining all this and frankly, he was still shocked from the fresh news. Guess he should be used to it by now, though he could never understand love, not talking about this whole new level of craziness in love. Hell, it was beyond obsessive but what could be done with that. He still remembered when he saw that board full of Motoko's pictures and record on most of his days. Whether it was healthy or not, he knew stalking wasn't sexy at all. At least Ichigo was the reasonable kind of people, not showing his true face out to the public and remained calm ninety percents of time.

As he answered, he simply stared blankly at the alcohol collection at the bar. "Serious...kind in his own way. But -- " His eyes glanced at the boss for the nth time of the night, he brought the cup closer to his lips and gulped down another cup before he continued. "Careless when drunk." He smirked meaningfully, whatever he was scheming, Luca intended to stay miles away from it. Make that three thousands since he is going to go on a business aboard tomorrow. May be after Ichigo looked away from the embarrassingly drunk boss, he simply didn't care about anything else, that was why Ichigo was caught off guard when he sensed familiar scent snuck up after his vision became limited.

Luca -- on the other hand, simply gazed at them in the moment of bizarre before scooted faraway from them. Later on, he eyes on a dancer and immediately got pulled over to get entertained at the other side of the bar. While Ichigo still sat there, unsure what to do but the heat crept on his face. He would be damned if that was the alcohol but he couldn't get drunk, not even if he wanted to be sickened with alcohol. His bottomless stomach would not allowed such thing inside him. "Hmm...Boss??" He turned back to face the drunk Motoko after taking his fingers off his eyes. Only holding then had made him remembered the warmth, the smell, the skin. He eyed on the boss being awfully close to him, hands still lingered on his. He was drunk so that was fine. He wouldn't remember anything tomorrow right. Best to make his move now.

He leaned closer to whisper to the boss's ear, his voice were smooth and sweet. Long ago, he did not expect to be able to produce such tone, it all changed eventually though."I think I'm still hurt down there -- " He recalled the previous event of the day, which he has to resolve very quickly before getting to this event. Honestly he would prefer a party of two solving that, and he will get that soon. His hand snaked up the boss's arm, smoothed down from his shoulder to his chest. "Should we go check...somewhere less noisy?" If that wasn't suggesting enough he wouldn't know what the hell would.

 

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria had been enjoying his drink quietly when his eyes alighted upon a curious sight. There was a boy, possibly a waiter of some sort, walking through the crowd with a tray of drinks balanced on his head. Letting out a sort of chuckle, he watched the boy, his curiosity piqued.

Then, as it always does, it all ended in chaos. Suddenly, some sloppy drunken mess bumped into the boy, toppling him and the drinks onto the floor. Astoria breathed a curse, though a mean part of him wanted to laugh. That thought, however, went away when he saw how pale the boy turned after looking towards the bar at a woman who appeared positively livid.

Astoria set his drink down on a nearby table and got to his feet, brushing his hair behind his ears. Stepping through the broken glass, he knelt down beside the boy, a gentle expression coming to his face that one did not normally see there.

"Here," he said simply, helping him get the majority of the glass up. He was just a bit tipsy, so he only ended up cutting himself once on the glass. Sucking the blood off of the shallow cut in his forefinger, Astoria said gently, "Let's get you cleaned up...sit down." He took the boy's wrist and helped him over to the couch he had been sitting on.

"Here's some napkins," he said, pressing a couple into the boy's hand. "Did the glass cut you...? I know a couple healing spells, if you did..."

 

[spoopily]

Motoko had so much to give right here, right now, in this drunken silly state. Poor boss, his actions and his words didn't go through a certain part of his brain. His common sense, part? The part that tells him Hey friend. You shouldn't do that was done for. Thanks to those three shots of tekky, that part was long gone and his own body was running amok. He had recently just messed with this entertainer [more of she messed with him, but whatever, it didn't matter to him] and now, he wanted to have some fun with his favorite little black haired newbie. Tiddymo.

Or was it Macklemoe? Eh, seemed to be the same thing. He did the shadow stuff! And he was good at not reacting badly to the over powering enemy. He can be a great one man army, but is thrown around easily if caught! As he recited the info he found on the yandy-dandy yandere in his head, he nodded wildly even though he was not even talking to Ichigo yet. He noticed another blondie such as himself [was it just him or what there a lot of yellow lately? this place was full of blondes.] give him such a look, he almost snapped out of his drunken trance. How insulting of hi--- ahh tiddymo. Motoko turned his blurry attention to the male in a seat right in front of him, his focus dwindling way more easier than normal.

As Luca made his get-away, smart move because Motoko was about to start flirting with him, he felt softer, silkier hands grasp around the ones on his eyes and pulled them away gently. He turned that head of cute hair, his eyes facing his and they gazed at each other. The boss's eyes were dark and murky with liquor, if the other hasn't already noticed. He grasped Ichigo's finger's tightly, a new type of grin resting on his face. it was the type of grin that made his eyes squint, his ears relax and fall, and his cheeks hurt. It was accompanied by a happy giggle when he was figured out. "Yooou got me, nubblet!" If he was a tad bit sober, he would have wondered how he knew it was him. Ichigo is as sharp as a tack, the hot shit.

He wasn't minding being so close, and the other leaning into his ear pleased him. He giggled like a little Tori, he was telling him a secret!! He held his hands on his knees, bent to his height as he was told the 'secret', nodding endearingly as if he was listening. Still hurt down there? On his legs? Again? Man, HarryO! "Thazt no good! No good at all!" He grumbled, rubbing and scratching his chin comically. He groaned in surprise at him warm hand. "Oh shit, that's hot!" Motoko didn't know why he got all sexual, but he was not complaining. "Gotmeh sporting a nice bulge right now! See?" He straightened up, showing off his.... Flat crotch. He wasn't actually in the mood, but he quickly humped Ichigo just to mess with him. He threw his head back, hair falling in the right way as he laughed and laughed. Man, he could have almost rivaled with Elijah with that one.

After Motoko recovered, he stared down Ichigo. He breathed heavily, and as they got close the other was able to fully drink in his intoxicated form. Shoulders hunched and legs open and ready to throw some unexpected shit, fingers tapping and face stained with blush. His mouth wouldn't stop breathing hard, tongue poking out a bit as if to tease him. His cat shaped eyes were glossy and dim, dipping back and forth as he swallowed all of Ichigo's personal air-- Why was slowly easing in close? He pressed his lips to the side of his face, his cheek like a small little innocent smooch. Suddenly, his wet tongue pressed against his face and he roughly dragged his tongue, licking him like an energetic dog. He went from cheek to temple, gross.

He released breathy laughed once more, eyebrows furrowing as he cackled. The boss was so out of breath, he had to lean against the smaller frame next to him, slapping his back rather frickin hard. His chin was on his shoulder, his mouth air [lmao] breezing into his face. "Mmmmm...." His personal noise died down as he suddenly wrapped his arms around him. He squeezed tight for a few seconds before his grip became loose around his crushed shoulders. "I'm ya doctor, nubbie bubbie...." Voice becoming gravely and sexy, he pressed he sides of their faces together. "Ready?? Want me to carry you, hm??" Motoko thought if he was hurt down there on his legs again, he would have trouble walking! Very considerate, you drunken babe! Too bad you're too stupidly thrashed to get what Ichigo actually meant.

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The redhead wasn't sure that he himself really wanted to go to this bar. Yes, he knew, *technology* and all the *dancing with catchy music* thing was loved, he knew! But it really wasn't much of his thing. And he didn't know that this was his boyfriend's type of thing either. If they had happened to have drank around another, he must have not remembered, the matching redhead was obviously shmacked as heckie. And Elijah wasn't sure how to feel about that... Until he was pulled into his lap forcefully. The music enveloped them, him searching for the right reactions or the right way to respond to the guy currently in his neck.

It was a secret, but Elijah really liked Mel being brute and rough with him. It was a kink of his, as long as he wasn't full on beating him up when he couldn't fight back. He loved his boyfriend and would crawl his ass behind him to the ends of the earth, but he was sure to beat the crap out of him if he hit him. Or if he was angry. He often fought with Mel, if you couldn't have already guessed. He was fiery and neck sniffer here was... Fucking crazily sadistic. You'd think they'd hate each other, and they do, but they love each other too. Oh yeah, the kink! Elijah was digging this, and to see Mel drunk, he wondered. He looked drunk-ish. He tilted his head back to gaze as him deeper.

One thing he also liked about Mel was how he grunted? It was weird, he knew, but it was... Kind of cute? He was sure Mel would shove himself up his ass with little lube if he called him that, he couldn't help it! Oh, and that sure as hell wasn't going to happen, Elijah would make sure to choke him out. He already was going to have a pain in his ass real soon, judging by how he was squeezing him more and more. He let out a gentle noise at the pressure, it wasn't bad enough to actually tell him to fuck off for. Actually, once he thought about it.... He would try and ask him to play with his stomach tomorrow. That'd be kind of hard, in reality, Elijah couldn't even ask Mel to kiss him. He kind of just wiggled, blushed and puckered his lips at him until he gave in. No words. the boyfriend knew what he meant and what he wanted.

Elijah was having a good ole time, relaxing in his lap and imagining getting his stomach played with. So calming, despite all the noise and blabbering. Suddenly, he was getting cursed out by Mel? He was called an idiot and oh... He was talking about... Why was he going off on him so out of the blue?! That made Eli's blood curdle less than a second, ready to snap back. "Ah, shut up!" That was weak, but whatever. Shut up Mel! "I do what I want!" He added,
satisfied by saying that to him. And if Melly had a problem, they could duke it out right now in this cool ass techy bar! He had no shame! Bring it!

Elijah squeaked out, hips jerking as if he could run away. He tugged and his neck almost ripped off. Stuttering and hands convulsing from being bitten so hard, his hands went all over Mel as he whined, trying to stop him. "A-AIE!" He cried, breathing hard. Fuck fuck fuck! He hasn't gotten a mark in so long, he forgotten how much he grew used to it. His face flushed, whimpering unhappily as the other's teeth pulled from deep within his neck and snorting probably at his reaction. He frowned, eyes narrowing at him as he was shifted about roughly. Mel had little patience for his comfort right now it seemed, and now they were staring face to face. "Aie!" He started to scold him, but he was cut off.

Replacement? Elijah's eyebrows lifted, wondering what he was talking about. The matching redhead managed to get him off guard for the smallest second. "Wha-- a-aiiieh..." Before successfully questioning him on what the hell he was talking about, he was in his face and lips brushing against one another's. He forgave him for just a second, ready to kiss. Ah, that hand felt really good, but it was suddenly grabbed. He could feel the nails sticking into him, his lower lip trapped. A wave of panic washed over Eli. Ah! He meant, he meant! He meannnt-- "AIE!!" The redhead knew it!! He felt his poor lip throb as blood beading onto it. Mel was lapping at the blood as he was dazed from the pain. "Aie, fuck you..." He grumbled. However, the other's smile was pretty sexy, he wasn't sure if he forgave him yet though.

In case anyone want to mess with me? Elijah immediately thought of Astoria and sighed. He never got back to him just yet, he was sure he was busy. "...they will know you are fucking mine to think twice before they do something stupid." Honestly, if Mel fought with Astoria, he would beat up Mel. Because, well, he was comfortable putting his hands on Mel than Astoria. He wondered lightly if the long haired magical boy was understanding, ah! He shook his head quickly. He probably wasn't even... Interested. Eli heard him snarl and he snapped out his gaze.

"You're stupid, Mel." Eli muttered simply, lapping his tongue over his hurt lip all cute like. He ain't afraid of you, 'Chior!

♥

Tori, or Victoria, was always deemed as adorable or cute. She was curvy, yeah, but look at the freckled dancer! If she was curvy, that girl must be a fucking Kim Kardashian! Even though she had 'cute hair' and 'cute personality' and 'cute smiles', she didn't feel as.... Beautiful as others. Motoko was beautiful! Even though she kind of [more of really] hated that guy,no one could deny he was good looking with his cat eyes and pretty blue piercing! Oh, and... That one redhead she saw all by himself was beautiful! He had two colored eyes! She wanted two colored eyes! Purple and... She doesn't know, yellow?

When the stranger who invaded in the hot tub called her beautiful, Tori covered her mouth gingerly and her face became pink as hell. She lowered her head, eyes tilting toward the left and far away from the male. "Oh!..." Tori did not noticed him glancing at her warm... Wet... Chest which was half submerged in the bubbling waters, she wouldn't have even if she was looking directly at him, because she's... Kind of ditsy if you haven't known that by know about her. When she turned back to him all shy and 'moe' like, he was looking directly at her for sure. Why was this guy coming out of no where? A higher up, nonetheless? A little girl like her? They were both somewhat younger in appearance, they had this certain baby look to them, this encouraged Tori.

Ezekiel? What a cute name? "Fits you, Zee-ke~" She said happily, pronouncing 'zee-keh' instead of 'zeeck'. If only she knew what was going on through his head right now. She fiddled with her lemonade, eyes widened as he dropped the 'B-bomb' again. This time he called her a flower, that she stood out amongst the other people in training. She laughed nervously, eyebrows furrowing. Shit. She wished she had tried harder so he wouldn't have witnessed her getting eaten so pathetically. Ahh! Tori squeezed her eyes shut momentarily from being embarrassed, eyes fluttering open back at him with a small curious noise. "T-Thank you..." She wasn't sure what else to say. Was he going to tease her on her incompetence in fighting? No, he wasn't that cruel! Look at that... Friendly smile!

Surprisingly, she didn't really see him at all. It was only faint, but he luckily got off as she didn't even remember him laughing. Good for you, if she remembered, she would've bailed on his ass so quick. No one laughs at Tori! No oneeee! The purple haired girl was broken out her thoughts by his seductive words grazing her ears. Did he come closer? Oh hell yeah he did! She bit her bottom lip at him, resting her other hand in her lap that was in the water. Aaah... What was he doing? She was getting excited. Her eyes felt trapped to his. Fuck! "U-Uh, I was just..." She started Zeeke must have not heard her, because he continued.

Tori hesitated. "I... I was kind of just... Chillin', you know..." She mumbled, obviously shy. "I mean, getting new friends c-could be nice... Long day, hehe..." He had... The nicest smile [it was a smirk but dumb tori is dumb] on his face and she wasn't sure how to handle it.

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Uwah, how embarrassing... He chewed on his bottom lip nervously. Juu would probably hang him by his toes, or tickle him until he laughed up blood, or some other cruel stuff he couldn't dare imagine! He was always hunt by Juu when he messed up, he was there to put a newbie like him in place because yours truly was the apprentice and he was the pro. He could feel that yellow stare gliding through the streaks on the floor, glowing bright for the party animals, boring into his bare back. He's done for... If he kept messing up, he'd get laid off if Mistress Agatha commanded it!

He was mumbling worriedly to himself under his breath, the bass of the music and the laughter. He didn't even notice a presence towering above his body before a careless hand came into vision, picking up the glass with him. Ale looked up and immediately noticed the long hair tucked behind his ears. He looked so... Magical? And... And... ... Tipsy. Ale smiled nervously at his gentle expression. It was obvious he had been drinking, he had worked here and he's learning how to tell.

Ale didn't really notice the other cut himself, he would, but not at the instant. He stammered. "Um... Please don't... You might hurt yourself. It's fine if I do." He blinked when he sucked on his finger randomly. "Uwah?" He was confused. Why was he sucking on his finger like that? Maybe he was too late and he got cut? Damn. He felt kind of ashamed for not stopping him early enough.

Everything was cleaned up well, except for the spilled water- Something he'd get right away to. Ale was standing up on his two feet again and ready to go call the little cute floor robot to do the duty, but his wrist was trapped in the male's hand and he was tugged away to a nearby couch. "I-I should really..." His words fumbled and morphed into an unsure 'Mmmmmm....' Clean him up? It was only water... He had napkins pushed into his cold wet hands, this tipsy guy is too kind!

When he was asked if the glass cut him, he immediately denied. He began pressing the napkins to his wet bare chest, cleaning off his bow. Just as he said this, he noticed the napkin stained with red. Ahhh..... He was caught! Inspecting, he had quite a few on his hands. Ale must have been shoveling the glass onto the plate so hurriedly that he completely over looked his own hand's safety. He giggled nervously. "Um..." He face palmed himself, but he pulled his hand away in shock. He got some blood on his face. Realizing, he got so embarrassed... "Uwah...!" He buried his face into his hands. But then cried out again as he did it again!

Ale, you mess.​

 

[EquinoxSol]

When Astoria saw the blood blossoming on the napkins, he was about to take his hands into his and heal them, but the boy was already freaking out. "Hey, now," he said, brushing his hair back. His thumb traveled down to where the blood was on his cheek, and brushed it away, albeit a little clumsily. "It's nothing...let me heal your cuts..."

He grabbed his drink from the table and took a long drink before he turned back to the boy. "H-healing magic is tricky," he hiccupped, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "For it to work right...y'need to tell me a secret, something you've not told anyone before..." As he spoke, he was clumsily tying his hair up in a bun to keep it out of his eyes, his violet eyes just a bit unfocused.

"Seriously, though, I'm fine to do this...that's only my second and a half drink...I-I can do this...I'm not even drunk...w-watch, check this out!" Just to prove that he was sober, he began reciting the alphabet backwards, and only stumbled over a couple letters before he got to P. "You get the idea, I'm fine," he insisted.

 

[spoopily]

Wow, this guy was thrashed. Ale blankly gazed at him, only leaning back a bit as he wiped his cheek. That was nice of him, at least. Even when he was intoxicated he sounded rather geniune, maybe he actually did know magic? However, what if he asked for something back? Or messed it up and he lost his hands or--

Where'd he go? Ale's pink eyes lost sight when he was out of focus, he caught the stranger taking a long swig just now. If he remembered right, that drink was tasty, but pretty hard hitting. He could get him something else so he wouldn't do anything too dangerous. The last thing this bar needed was a bunch of drunks running around by themselves. Hearing his hiccup and slur was very amusing, his eyes widening as he listened.

Gingie didn't really like laughing at others, but he did giggle a little as he recited the alphabet. He glanced down at his cuts. It wasn't enough that he could heal it himself, so... He could give the guy a shot. "Mmkay... Wuh do I do?" He held out his bloodied hands. He wasn't well versed with manual healing magic. When he unfortuantely got a huge gash it'd just, woop, vanish.

"I mean... Wuh do you do?" Ale would help out this guy afterwards. Even though he said he's fine, he'd get him water to sober him up somewhat.... If Juu didn't murder him when he got back to the bar.

 

[EquinoxSol]

"J-just say the secret to me..." Astoria said, getting to his feet and trying to focus enough to open his circle of magic. He would have closed his eyes, but that made him feel like he was spinning. As the circle grew out from his feet, he took in a deep breath, his violet eyes glowing a bit in the dim light of the bar.

Reaching out, he grabbed the boy's hands, palms up, and the familiar crackle of magic coursed through the air. "This is Far North magic...it's not the same as the magic people here normally use, so it might feel a bit...funny..." he added with an uncommonly girlish giggle.

"C'mooonn, gimme a big juicy secret," he said, a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

 

[spoopily]

? Ale inspected the magic circle below their feet cautiously. This drunk guy's magic looked a lot more different than others he has seen. He wondered why, but he was prompted to spill the beans. Or in this case, more water.

His hands were taken, and as his questioning was answered, he felt a weird surge of energy or whatever the hell it was run through him. It was almost disturbing, how it spread almost through his veins. Far North magic. "It feels so..." The weirdness was ticklish, even. So he snorted and snickered shortly, not wanting to break his focus he then felt that was unneeded because the guy could do something like this even when intoxicated. Ale didn't drink often, but when he did, he couldn't remember even a vocal spell.

Would telling this secret make him do the thing, or? Judging by the look, he might have just been messing around with him.... Ale sighed shakily, nodding and face already turning a burning scarlet. He looked around, as if anyone was in this area with them, and leaned in close. "I.... I accidentally ran out of underwear one time, and had to borrow from my step-sister.... Now I can't stop wearing girl panties." This was rather embarrassing, but it didn't r-right? He was drunk, he wouldn't remember. Plus, he was androgynous! Haha... Ha... Please don't let this come back to bite his ass.

 

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria couldn't help but chuckle when the boy told him his secret. "Oh really...?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. Still, the secret was enough for the spell, and a flood of magic raced through him. Taking a deep breath, Astoria murmured the spell under his breath in a language that was choppy and guttural sounding.

A soft light flashed and warmth spread out from his hands as the cuts on the boy's hands healed themselves. Once he was certain that the wounds were all healed, he let his focus break and sank back down into the chair.

"I'm Astoria, by the way...I'm with those losers over there..." He pointed in the direction of the boss and Ichigo, rolling his eyes. He picked up his glass, drinking the rest in one gulp.

 

[spoopily]

Ale sighed with relief at the stranger's reaction, his body deflating. Wasn't sure what the chuckle from him was for, but he was starting to regret the secret. He should have just had said he was gay as heckie. He was actually very intrigued by the spell. It sounded so different, and it was almost a little bit hypnotizing despite the slurs... Maybe if he saw him again or something he'd ask for him to do another.... The thought of maybe he's completely different when he's not drinking came to his mind, and he shot that idea down immediately. Ale ain't need no negativity!

He made sure not to crumble to the floor all pitifully and shit. Rubbing his arm awkwardly and slouching as he sunk into the couch, he only gave a slight glance to the drunken boss and amused newbie. Ah. They looked intimidating. "I'm...." His voice drifted off into an 'Mmmm.' He's always have gotten certain lovely reactions from his 'name', but he recovered. "I'm Ginger Ale, and I work here as a waiter, haahaa...." Ale mumbled nervously.

"Don't you think you're maybe... Drinking a little too much...?" He tensed up, slowly taking the empty glass from Astoria's hand. "I think. Maybe. Uh."

 

[Gertrude]

Either Ichigo's eyes were blind or he just lacked common sense just as much as most people in here combine, he found Motoko oddly cute in a funny way when he was drunk. How could he even take his own attempt seriously if the other kept acting with such silliness. He only laughed lightly when he saw the invisible bulge the boss pointed out, truly he was be rather amused at the laughter came from the blondie.

At first, Ichigo almost counted this as the 690th attempt to get down to business with the man because he always ruined it himself somehow. However, things changed after the laughter stopped. A newly found tension from the pair of cat eyes were on his skins, his flesh, and he was damn sure it could have eaten up his nerves if continued. It was startling at a certain level, he was still stunned at the sudden approach but it was quickly switched with something else. Embarrassment, may be, he has always been a discreet and private type of person and Motoko was too drunk to realize they were in public.

He put his hands on Motoko's chest, gently pushing him away, still he was chuckling because of this new discovery. Perhaps he was too caught up in the moment to notice their surroundings, he shook his head as refusal. "Ha — Why don't you let the patient take the lead?" He stroke down from the boss's cheek, lingering from his shoulder down to his arm and take a light hold on it to lead Motoko away from the crowded bar.

The club manager, Agatha, she seemed to put an eye on everything. She signed Ichigo to walk over with drunken Motoko. She coughed then slipped a pair of key for him. Things like this must happen often for the club to have rooms for things like this. The room was in a corridor upstairs and fully sound-proof for those who prefer peace and quiet. He unlocked it with ease and tugged Motoko in with him before closing the door. Things gonna be a bit more than interesting.

(•—•)

Quiet snickers came out of nowhere, perhaps the separation added a lot of things into his life that Eli hasn't gotten the chance to learn. However, he wouldn't risk it to tell him everything either, little precious Connie will stay ignorance unless he wished otherwise. "Ah, then what make of you if I'm stupid?" He chuckled, but didn't bring up what he thought in his mind. He knew his limits and well-aware of what could hurt the cutie's feeling. "Don't worry...things have changed." His attempt to reassure his boyfriend came off pretty vague, not that he minded, he intended to leave it that way, unaware of how it might raised questions.

He bit Eli's ear as a punishment for calling him stupid, of course, he didn't take his boyfriend's words seriously but he wouldn't let it slide easily either. He planted kisses down to his shoulder but something stopped him midway, as if something evoked at the sober part of his mind and let invade the other part of his head. "I give you a chance to live a normal life." He forced out his words, his eyes darkened with grief and doubts, still, his voice stayed the same, with that dark and hoaxed "Was the darkness irresistible?" He mused over his words, aiming at that darkness he got involved into before this all happened. First time in a while, a sigh got out from his mouth.

In the middle of the make out session, he just stopped, for whatever reason, he put Eli aside and stand up. He shrugged to himself, feeling careless as he stood up. "I need to clear my head." He wasn't expecting for an answer in alcohol, so he left the VIP area and passed the overcrowded under. Air, space, clarity — he just needed an answer right now, so he just walked. Not knowing there was a shadow following him from behind. Darkness. And finally, he got out of the club from another exit. Eventually he was all by himself — not for very long...

The previous shadow appeared, it chanted with an oddly musical and unidentified-gender voice. "He was right, you are stupid." It cracked a laughter, not revealing itself from the blackness of the valley yet. He threw it a disgusting look and popped out a cigarette from his coat. "Poor boy — if he knows what you are now, would he still love you?" Its voice haunted his mind, like stroking, like petting by a master to its slave, but it sent chill and fright to any normal person. Luckily, he wasn't very normal, and the result only left with mild disturbance. "Fool Mel, you have sold yourself away, now you will pay..." It shrieked and disappeared away before anyone could notice.

Mel stayed silence, recalling his trade with the devil and all this forbidden magic's ordeal, everything still seemed too surreal for him right now but it was a memory of the past and it will come back to him until the day he's down the grave. Sooner or later, everything will be crystal clear, and he knew, for now, it will be just ugly red stand in the middle of black but when it happened, there will be a lot more terrifying things. As his usual self, something amused him, he sensed destruction and chaos, the blood and bones of his body. Malice will be his flesh as wrath becomes of his organs.

(•—•)

(lmao too lazy for Zeke will update tmr)

 

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria smiled as the boy introduced himself. "Ginger Ale...?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "That's cute as hell..." However, when Ginger Ale took his glass from him, he looked fully at him, and considered telling him he wanted another drink, but decidided against it. Ale was nice, and he didn't want to come off as mean or asshole-ish. "Yeah, maybe..." As he spoke, he caught sight of Ichigo leading the boss up a flight of stairs. Scowling, he forced himself to look back at Ginger Ale, and said, "So...how does one get a name like Ginger Ale...?"

 

[spoopily]

Ale was awaiting for the other to chuckle menacingly, but it never came. Instead there was a comforting smile and an even more comforting repeat of his name. He liked him saying him name, nodding slowly. When he was called cute, he shook his head and covered his face, bending down a little and snorting nervously. "Thank youuu... Oh my goddd..." He muttered, his cheeks on fire. Of course he was called cute before, he was so bad at handling it. "Please don't call m-me that... That w-woorrrrdd..." He whined. Ale wasn't just cute, he was cute as hell. Holy shit.

He kept thinking about it, wiggling his hips nervously as he tried to come back and calm down. When Ale finally came back to his senses and stopped rubbing his face raw, there was this frightening scowl on Astoria's face. Just as soon as he noticed it, their eyes met again. Damn. "U-Uh?..." His voice wobbled. "Are you...?" But before he could ask if he was okay Juu's voice rang out and Ale's back immediately straightened. "GINGER." "Y-Yessir!"

Ale was called over, he looked back at Astoria with a troubled look on his face as he was pulled into the back room. It was a long while before he came back out, with two bottles of something and a carton of 'peach beach' peach juice and laid it on the table in front of Astoria loudly. He was trembling, filling up a glass with the alcohol and the juice at the same time. He gulped it down and refilled it, gulping that down as well.

A ting rang out as he laid a shot glass down and filled it with something else. It was harsh, and Ale coughed after he swallowed it. "Oh my god..." He murmured, coughing some more into his forearm. Something bad must have happened, because he was drinking his life away.

—♥—

Ichigo may have drunken Motoko, the gang boss in the palm of his hand. It doesn't mean he's going to just succumb into sex so easily, he's going to make a fool out himself some more first! Sounds just about right! The other just had to lay down more hints, or easier, just flat out tell him so he could finally get what he needed. Because honestly, he grows one thousand times more stupid when shmacked like this. Who isn't?

Motoko growled as he was pushed away, more in a predatory way. Ichigo was giggling like a little blushing school girl, looked good on him. A lot of things looked good on him, actually. That only furthered his want to see more expressions, more actions. And when he talked, it was so little words? No, that wasn't it, he wanted to hear more of his voice, he said plenty enough already. Moto was just hungry to hear him speak way more. Or to babble incoherently as he worked some of his own personal magic on his back side. Bow chicka wow wow.

"Sure thing, buddyyy~" Motoko cooed admiringly, liking his face to be touched like that. That felt nice.... He was not paying attention to Agatha or where ichigo was leading him and probably tripped up the stairs a few times. Good thing Tiddymo was there to catch him. "Maaaan, tiddymo, you're the bezzt mannn... I could like... like kissh ya right now, man..... No homo, tho, maaaannnnnnn...." He grinned stupidly, swaying and gazing around. His eyes landed on Astoria as he was being tugged away. "AYYYYYY! Historical [astoria] likes his babes thick, i see ya, i see ya..." He laughed his way up to the room.

"Tiddymo...... Ya know, sweetie..." His voice grew quiet, causing the suspense to rise considerably the way he said sweetie. He paused for what seemed like days. "If there ish such thing... As fruit snacks... Then are fruit considered snacks themselves now, or....? Are they not fruit anymore?" Motoko squinted his eyes, shaking his head. This was some deep philosophical shit right here, ladies and gentlemen. He stumbled into the room, looking around. "This isn' tha pisser..." He muttered. He then turned to Ichigo, unzipping his pants. "Heeyy, mo... Wanna be my toilet?" His fingers wrapped around his head and leaned it downwards towards his crotch. He laughed again and walked away. "Jay Kay, cutiemo... Unless ya into that, I don't know l-m-a-o...~"

Motoko then went near a potted plant and got to business, laying his hands on the walls. Kudos to you if you know what that means.

After he finished, he zipped up his jeans and threw himself on the bed. "Need me to give ya a nice check up on tha ole prostate?? Right here, hm~? You should lay like dis for me..." He laid his face on the bed and waved his backside at Ichigo, giggling and laying on his back afterwards. "Kidding.... Hehe. Ahhh.... I'm tired." You better make your move, Cutiemo, he looks sleepy. Do something to wake him up.

—♥—

Elijah was caught off guard rather well by his boyfriend. The snickers were ominous even. Like he knew something he didn't and it usually was like that, but... It was different this time for some reason, he wasn't sure what to make of it. He listened to Mel's comeback, and after a few solid seconds of silence, he whined and shook his head. "I'm totally smart... Asshole." He smiled wide from being able to call him that again. He leaned in, becoming affectionate. However, he was dropped some foreshadowing it seemed. He raised his eyebrows. "Like what...A-Aie!"

He was bit on the ear, the question melting away from the distraction. "Aah." He groaned in pain, his teeth receding and was only given kisses to his shoulder. He was feeling the kisses on his body but then he had to suddenly stop. Shit, fuck, he would never get used to that. Mel always played with him. Elijah then leaned back at his words, hands balling into fists as he was trapped in his eyes. He watched him sigh, but just now, Elijah has just been ripped into shreds by his words.

His kisses turned fruitless, like his taste buds dispersed and his food didn't have any taste to them. He didn't say anything as he was put on a chair, glancing at him as he left. Eli ached, closing his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the chair. He sniffed gently. "Ow." Elijah mumbled in pain, holding his stomach.

 

[EquinoxSol]

His eyebrows rose as he watched Ginger Ale jump up and leave at the call of someone behind the bar, probably his boss. The look he gave Astoria as he was pulled into a back room was unmistakable, and Astoria rose to his feet, intent on following them, but a bouncer pushed him back, and Astoria was too drunk to remember the right spells to let him get through.

So, he had sat down on the same couch, deciding that he would ask Ginger about it when he returned. At some point, he was certain that he had dozed off, because the next thing he remembered, some drunk dancer had bumped into the back of the chair and spilled half of her drink onto his head.

Growling at her, he raked his fingers through his now-wet hair, wishing he could find that girl and dump some alcohol on her head. That would show her! He was muttering under his breath a series of obscenities when Ginger returned and quickly slammed down two drinks and a shot.

Staring at this, Astoria reached over and took the glasses from Ginger, suddenly worried. "Um...what happened back there...? You were fine until you left..."


-----

As Astoria spoke, a man walked into the bar.

He was older, in his mid-forties, and had many of the same features Astoria did, though he was thinner and his skin had an almost blue hue to it. Inky black hair came down almost to his waist, and made his deep purple eyes seem brighter in contrast. He was a true native of the Far North, a member of one of the many tribes that the colonists had encountered when they first began establishing their settlements. His clothes, however, seemed to speak otherwise, as he was dressed in a large overcoat and dark trousers. If one didn't look too closely, one could think he was a native to the city.

He ordered a shot of whiskey and drank it down quickly, putting a few bills down to pay for it. Turning from the bar, he scanned the crowd, and found him sitting with a little blonde boy. A smirk crossed his lips, and with a sigh, he got up and began walking towards the pair.

 

[spoopily]

Ginger shook his head wildly. "Ahh, I just got scolded, and I...." He shook his head some more. "I really love this job, like you can be freely half naked and the night life is just... just so good." He gulped down some more, coughing again. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Maybe I'm just weak willed, ya know? I mean I'm so bad at dealing with mistakes and just, aaahhhhhiiiiiyaaa..." He rambled.

He sighed, looking down at his drink. "You can have more if you want..." He gestured to his little set up, he sighed and held the little arm pillow. "I don't know if you like peach juice." Ginger paused, spotting a moving figure walking towards them. He was probably walking toward some one else... He quickly glanced around them, but there was no one else here... He felt kind of restless, he looked scary as heckie. Eh? What does he want? Did... Did he come for Ale?

He cursed in his mind, he prayed he hadn't figured out 'it' was..... Mm. That's a secret.

 

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria watched Ale seriously as he spoke, not sure he was understanding. He didn't reach for the bottle when told he could have more, but he perked up a bit when he heard the pause in his voice and saw that Ale was looking at something over his shoulder.

Turning, Astoria followed Ginger Ale's gaze and saw the man striding towards them, and his eyes instantly widened. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, immediately grabbing Ale and yanking him to his feet. Holding the thinner boy in front of him, he shouted, "Get back!"

The threatening of an innocent's life made the man pause, long enough for Astoria to murmur into Ale's ear, "Just keep calm, don't do anything crazy, and I'll buy you all the alcohol you want. Or something. I can handle this."

Finally, the man stepped close enough to talk normally to Astoria. No one else had yet noticed the scene taking place, and the man said, "You have to come back to Havas'n. To face justice for your crimes."

Astoria narrowed his eyes before saying, "I don't know what your talking about. I have done no crimes, not here nor in Havas'n." And while that was a lie, Astoria would never admit to it. Not now, at least.

 

[spoopily]

Ale freaked out. What? His anxiety went through the roof as he was yanked to his feet and forced to face the male some ways away. He hugged the square pillow, not having the life in him to let it go. What was happening? Well, it seems he didn't come for him, which was fine, but...

When he was assured quietly, he calmed down somewhat, but that didn't sate his rapidly pulsing heart. He shrunk back some more as the man walked closer, stopping and talking about crimes. What? Whaaat?

Ale trembled, not wanting to say anything, not having the will to anyways. It seems the event had stolen his voice. "A--Aah?" He whimpered.

 

[EquinoxSol]

Astoria's eyes flitted about, trying to find a way out of this situation. If the boss wasn't so busy, or so drunk, he might have been able to help, but as it was now, he could only count on himself and, if he was lucky, some of the other members of the gang. Maybe, if they saw him in such a predicament, they would come and help.

"I'll explain later," he said under his breath, just barely loud enough for Ginger Ale to hear. "As long as we both get out of here alive. Does your boss have a 'no fighting' rule? Maybe they could kick him out...?"

He bit his bottom lip, his free hand running through his hair as he tried to think a way out of their predicament. Gritting his teeth, he tried to open a circle of magic, but his mind was stretched too thin, and he couldn't keep it up more than a few seconds.

"Dammit," he grumbled, his violet eyes filled with anger and determination.