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What a night!
The drinks that had been passed around had seemed endless, like an open sea of caramel brown and golden yellow. The foam on the beer seemed to splash and slosh around on the tops of the mugs, dangerously close to spilling over on the side each time a person raised their glass either to take a drink or greet a new comrade to the drunken circle. Among the regular drunks and recently laid off working men was an unsaid understanding-- they were all here to get drunk for one reasons or another and none of those reasons would be revealed until the drunkard himself slurred out the reasoning behind alcohol invested breath. It was a routy night in the bar, the dance floor full of couples that were hardly able to stand on their own two feet, swaying to the music created by the singing slobs on stage. It was, at the least, an irregular Monday night. The atmosphere screamed more for a Friday night celebration or at least a weekend fling, but the clocks told another story. Sitting at the bar, a blue haired individual watched the commotion, grinning at the chaos and disorder that was clearly present before him. A slow swig was taken from his beer bottle, placing it back down on the counter before strikingly blue hues turned towards the bartender. "Hey, TJ. Why don't you ever get out there and join the fun? The male propped an elbow up onto the laminated wood counter, staring at the young male who was appropriately cleaning glasses with a white rag. The guy couldn't have been more than twenty-six and was covered with an arrangement of different tattoos. His gruff demeanor read easily on his face, but he wasn't the kind to start trouble, but rather to end it. A slight grunt came from the boy as he continued to clean the glass, "Because I like my job and don't like the idiots that fill my work place." Well, that was that. No fighting the reasons of a bartender well aged past him prime. But the blue haired male grinned wider, leaning in more towards the tattooed individual. "Aw, how rude. Am I nothing but an annoyance to you?" A teasing smirk pressed itself onto the tall individual as he turned himself to completely face the person he was talking with. The bartender didn't respond, only giving a slight grunt in reply to the blue haired male's question causing for the said blue haired individual to throw his head back and laugh. A moment later, the blue haired male reached into his pocket and placed a few bills on the bar. Without a word to the bartender, with only a smile and a nod as his final departing, the tall male rose and began to walk towards the exit of the bar. "Ryder!" The gruff male called out, the tall blue haired male turned around to the sound of his name, a quizzical look on his face. "I wouldn't talk with you if you were annoying." The male seemed to blush from behind the counter and was obviously uncomfortable admitting what had just come from his lips. However, Ryder smiled kindly and nodded to the confession. "I know, TJ." And with that, the male turned on his heel and walked out of the noisy bar into the cool night.
The blue haired incubus found himself staring at a familiar ceiling, blinking lightly to rid the sleep from his eyes and bring back a coherent thought in his head. What time was it? Rolling onto his side with a slight grunt, blue hues glanced at the electric clock on a wooden side table. 9:45. What the hell. The male flopped back onto his back, releasing a heavy sigh as his body once again felt the comfort of sleep enveloping him. But he had to get up. Rejecting the sweet pleasures that sleep cooed him with, the male pushed himself into a sitting position. Ruffling his hair a bit, the sex demon stretched a bit, his body producing grunts and groans as it moved from it's lax state. Finally, after a moment of having to thoroughly rejecting the temptations that sleep gave him, the slender male stood, clad only in the grey boxers he had worn the night before. Pulling on a white button down shirt, which was so conveniently laid at his feet (from where he had thrown it down the night before), the male shuffled himself out of his room. The hardwood floors below him felt cold and sent stabs of chills through blue haired demon's nerves and up to his spine resulting in a slight shiver. Wondering down the hall and into the kitchen, the incubus began his morning routine. A pot of coffee was made, the window beside his kitchen table was opened and he sat at the oak table listening to the sounds of the city very well and alive this morning. When the coffee was done, a cup was poured and the news was turned on, flipping through the stories to see if any of them involved his alias of "Blue". When his previous robbery hadn't been reported, the thief sighed heavily, slightly upset that his fame wasn't still growing. Or was it his infamy? Either way, the tall male rose from his seat, wondering back down the hall, mug in hand.
A few sips had been taken of the coffee diluted with milk and sugar as he wondered into a room at the end of said hall. It was clad with a bed, two bedside tables, a dresser and a dizzying arrangement of clothes that were strewn all over the floor. A lump was huddled under the sheets and if one watched it closely, it could see the sheets rising and falling slowly. A small grin plastered over the features of the male as he continued in towards the pudge. There were a few moments when the sex demon really thought he was watching his life flash before his eyes as he slipped slightly on the soft materials of the clothing under his feet, but eventually he made it beside the body. The mug was placed down onto the table, ever so softly as to not make a sound so close the huddled mass of flesh. Leaning over lightly, placing lips close to where he assumed the ears would be, the incubus spoke in a husky voice. "Wake up, Nee. Wake up or I'll do something bad." He grinned at his own comment, knowing full well that whatever he would do to her wouldn't necessarily be considered bad, but rather childish. Without waiting for the female to even rouse slightly, the male flopped onto the mass, all of his weight thrusted into landing hard on the girl. A loud laugh rang through the once silent room as the blue haired male roared at his own immaturity. He enjoyed having a roommate, especially one that was like Nyx. Because she was special.
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- ❚♛ ❛: I was at the bar and now I'm home. tab ❚♛ ❛: I am feeling immature and awake. tab ❚♛ ❛: I was with TJ and now I'm with Sleepy Nyx. tab ❚♛ ❛: ; v; sorry for how long it took me to get this out my god.
