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"That's a bar for you, filled with weird people who happen to smell bad or good. I happen to be one that smells incredible," Philip replied with a chuckle as he sat at the bar and ordered three shots of watermelon tequila. It seemed that the bartender knew Philip and so he replied, "Put it on your tab?"

"Indeed," he replied and grinned as the shots were brought to him quickly. He put one in front of Orrin while the two others was his. "Enjoy, I'm sure you'll like it." He laughed and took one shot and waited to see if Orrin would drink it or not.

Philip couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to the drink. He downed the last shot of tequila and then looked at the bartender asking him for some whiskey and something tastier for Orrin. He let the bartender choose what drink to give Orrin and finally their cups were set in front of them. Philip wasn't really into the mixed drinks, he loved the taste of alcohol after all. Drinking his he watched Orrin take a drink from his figuring he'd like it a lot better than the shot of tequila. Philip knew that it was best he just get a buzz rather than let himself get drunk since he had to drive home after all....but there was reason why Orrin couldn't get drunk. In fact he wondered what death was like when drunk. Oh yeah, he wanted to see that.

"Right, completely awesome," Philip teased as he finished his cup of whiskey though he didn't reach much of a buzz but either way Orrin was entertaining him. Grinning inwardly he watched as Orrin finished his drink and went to go get another except he didn't make it too far, in fact he stumbled on him which had all sorts of devious thoughts run through his mind. Wrapping an arm around the males waist to keep him up right, Philip couldn't help but bring Orrin a bit closer.

"I think you've had enough to drink, you can't really stand up. And I'm sure you'll probably forget most of what happens now. Maybe even this..." As he paused he slowly began to lean in, his eyes locked with those big violet eyes his lips inches away from the other males lips.

Philip sat there and looked down at Orrin has he buried his face between his neck and shoulder. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly and wrap his other arm around the males waist so that he had a better grip on him. Was this seriously death? The way he acted...well jesus it was too adorable to have anyone believe he went around reaping souls and what not. Either way he figured it was probably best they leave. Standing up with Orrin still in his arms he nodded, "Alright, it's probably for the best, you need a good night sleep." Wither another chuckle he simply lifted Orrin to where he was now cradled in his arms. Sure people saw this but much like the bartender they figured the young male was too drunk to even walk.

Leaving the bar he went back to his car and make sure to buckle Orrin in before he got in as well and drove to his pent house which happened to be filled with most of his props he used in old shows. When they arrived he rode the elevator all the way up. It was a button that worked only when a key was inserted without it no one could go up to his floor. So in a way he had his own "personal" elevator in his pent house. As they arrived he walked into the living room of his place and wondered where he could set the male down.

After a couple minutes of contemplation he went into his room and let Orrin sleep on his bed, putting him down on the large bed covered with a black silk blanket. Philip stood there crossing his arms as he mumbled, "You're lucky. If it was someone else you'd be torn to s**t..." He grinned and laughed before heading out of the room.

"Well since this isn't Hannibal Lecter they are not eating each others faces. It's called kissing, making out our french kissing," Philip replied while looking over at Orrin who still had that vulnerable look on his face. Damn how he wanted to just...yeah. Grinning again he patted the spot beside him on the couch and added, "Come and sit, I'll explain what it is better if you come sit next to me." Of course by explain he wouldn't really use words but actions instead. Since Orrin was too drunk to catch that, Philip would most likely have a little fun tonight.

Now that Orrin was in reach Philip would execute his plan...or try. He smiled and nodded as if he was ready to say what it was that was going on. Instead he went the route he wanted to go down in the first place. Reaching out he grabbed Orrin's face between his hands and pulled him very close, pressing his lips against the other male. He was willing to make out with him for a long period of time but there was no knowing how Orrin would react to this. Of course the males reaction would probably be hilarious.

Philip smiled as the male pulled away and asked such a silly question. Shaking his head he laughed again, "No of course not. I'm just showing you what kissing is. Now don't move." He then lunged forward and pinned the male against the couch and made sure to put almost all his weight on him so he didn't squirm away. "I promise I'm not going to eat you, I just want to teach you some human stuff. I thought you wanted to learn," Philip whispered while he began to close in yet again to kiss him. And he succeeded in doing so.