โReceiving confirmation that the woman allowed him to stay despite her possible drunken state later on, Vermont felt a tad more relaxed. Honestly, she might've had that fame of being an alcoholic powerhouse at the place, but perhaps it would be kind of fun to also let himself get just as loose. Considering his personality, it was still likely that his control over his own body would prove dominant against anything. At best, the conversations would be even more relaxed, laid back and more personal, with the toxic substance knocking down their inner walls. It was indeed a good night for that, in the male's opinion. The alcohol was already letting Mi-Yeong become more free with the actions performed there at the counter, as small and detailed as they might've been. Everything going well, this would turn into a night singular for the usually chilled somber man, to experience something out of his common evenings.
Time would pass and so would the alcohol into their bloodstreams. The siren was taking in tame drinks, probably still trying to maintain somewhat of a composure near Vermont, but the struggle was quite in vain. Not reaching the peak of her altered state of mind, Mi-Yeong was exposing signs of getting into the shots a little more than normal, talking to strangers and swaying to the beat of the blaring music echoing through the club and the masses. It would be at the very start of a certain song that the woman sitting next to him went up in internal flames. Not having much of a choice, barely defying the grip she had on his palm, Vermont took at look at her expression and smiled. It was something else to see people when they were out of their normal state, and this was one special time. Through and through, he was human, but there he was, led to the dance-floor by a siren, who was friends with a reaper, met on the day after his soul had been crossed by blue flames of a strange woman. The wild ride that was his life had reached a peak there, but complaints were none. Allowing himself to be taken to the middle ground of the club, the male was experienced in dancing. Presenting intricate steps adjusted to the beat, there would be moments his proximity to Mi-Yeong grew, to go along with her manner of dancing. It was also to maintain a certain security over her against strangers around, aware of how hands on deck they could become on that environment, especially with a s n a c c to the hungry that was the Siren dancing with him.โ
Seeing as Vermont seemed to agree to dancing practically made the drunk Siren all giddy like a child. A little laugh became audible from her lips before she went ahead and pulled her partner in alcoholic crime along to the center floor. They, once again, had to weasel their way through the dancing crowd to find some space for the two of them to get down as well. While the music was blasting through the club's speakers, and the colorful lights moved about, so did she. Mi-Yeong was surprisingly a pretty good dancer -- or at least she knew how to stay on beat. She guessed that trait about herself could be thanks to her no-good uncle. He would always make her come during dance rehearsals for his music groups that he was managing and producing music for. She never really saw the point to it all, seeing has he was only using her for her hypnotic voice, but she supposed that he was going to use her eventually and chuck her into a girl group when she was old enough. With mother luck on her side, the Siren somehow was able to slip away before that was even a possibility.
Whilst in the midst of her own dancing, her body moving along to the beat of the music, her curious eyes glanced over to Vermont every now and then, surprised that he could dance well, too. Maybe it was his usual neutral and straight-faced attitude, but she never thought of him to be the dancing type until now. What else was hiding underneath that calm and collected exterior. Hell, she barely even saw a full blown smile from him until just seconds ago before she pulled him along to dance. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him, too. Probably not as much as it was affecting her, but still. " You're pretty good on your feet, twinkle-toes~ " The woman teasingly said, as she leaned in so he was able to hear her through the noise. Mi-Yeong had opened her mouth to say something else, but was instantly interrupted when she was accidentally shoved by another club patron. Her whole body movement was caught off guard from the disturbance, but her feet surprisingly kept steady to prevent her from falling to the ground. Now, instead of getting pissy like she usually would have, Mi-Yeong let loose a hearty laugh, before turning to the people who shoved her. They were pretty apologetic, so the Siren felt no reason to go into an offensive mode. It was probably already clear, but the drunk version of her behaved so differently than the sober Siren.
โAs the beat dictated the movement of their feet, it was more focused on the steps for Vermont. The Siren, skilled as she was from apparent previous experience, and lacking much shame to flaunt what she had on the dance-floor, naturally moved the rest of her figure along with the rhythm. Perhaps the past built over utilizing the legs for swiftness, balance and strength beyond the normal man merely gave him an improved ability in handling complicated footwork. Plus, it would be embarrassing for a bar managar such as himself to lack the social requirements that partying locations much needed. Silent as he was, neutral in every way usually, there were still instances where exposing what he could do with a beat and some fun was needed. To impress a girl he wished to take home, to lower the self steem of a client with inflated ego and make him tame, to make the hours pass like breeze. Many reasons, plenty of opportunities to improve his dancing. With all of that into consideration, the 'Captain' was far more into relaxing spots, where he could perhaps drink by his lonesome, smoke a little to take the edge off of work weight, or to train in peace and quiet. One could not forget this man was humble, disciplined, focused, in every moment besides the time spent with Mi-Yeong. A challenger, to motivate him one way or another, was always welcomed and valued, and to have that same entity as a friend for times of thoughtless distraction, drinking and partying.
With alcohol filling his bloodstream with delicate reactions of immense impact on one's state of mind, the dark wearing male continued to move about with the Siren and the beat even as she spoke to him, faint smile of his expression that merely released a 'hmpf' at the comment first and foremost. To be called what the famous air manipulator was named after in certain episodes was humorous. A comeback of his own was about to hit the conversation, but the urge for it was cut short as the woman was accidentally struck by someone else's force. Shoved but keeping balance, the movement made Vermont aware of the possibility of aggression. Not from the strangers, but from the water girl's fists slamming into apologetic faces and knocking those minds out into darkness. For a few seconds, or maybe even hours, those gentle muscles were strong. To his fortunate surprise, Mi-Yeong instead laughed, cheerfully so. Raising an eyebrow, the male came close to her and spoke close to her ear, to make his voice heard despite the overwhelming sick beats dropping down all around them, driving the masses into social frenzy. "Nice going there, mate, didn't know alcohol made ya that soft" .With only a certain portion of those words being directed as a weak jab, the remainder were sincere syllables of his thoughts on the effect of alcohol on her. On his side, the substance granted his physique more energy, disposition, only a bit more than the already impressive normality. Thinking on another side, the dancing would burn out the toxins inside the duo, so the male truly thought about the possibilites of yet other rounds of shots and strange banter with themselves and unknown visitors of the club.โ
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Cho-Cho Twain
Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 6:58 pm
Tyveris Dracul
Location: Neon Lights โข Company: No one directly --Mood: Awestruck โข Thoughts:Wow, what a place! โข Condition: Healthy --Energy: 100/100 โข Money: $50 on-hand ($950 in the bank) โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
It wasn't long before Tyveris entered Neon Lights. From a distance he could feel the energy of the building- the gentle humming of lights on the front sign outside that began to grow stronger as he stepped inside. "Woah." The inside was even more flashy than the outside. The lighting on the ceiling and dance floor really brought life to the place. As he took in the new surroundings, he noticed a couple of people dancing across the dance floor, but let them be for now. Trying not to be pushed aside by any other people present, Tyveris decided to play along and attempted to dance casually so he'd relax a little.
"Thanks, Myrna. I'll go on from there. You go take a rest."
The DJ had arrived around five minutes ago before his co-worker was supposed to finish her work with the music for the party-goers. Tiffany was well-fed thanks to the new cat food he had bought, and he spent most of his alone time in the house working on another music piece. Needless to say, it was another popular hit with over 300,000 views as of this moment, and now, it was good to be working at Neon Lights again after being away for a while. Without any hesitation, Chester called out to everyone in the dance floor. "Hello, DJ Chez is back and in the house! I'm here to pump out a few more of my newest tracks for your partying pleasures. I hope you'll enjoy the show!"
And so, he had injected the first of his newest creations, working his magic into the set-up. Because of that, there were several cheers and that was the fuel he needed as he started his performance for the crowd.
It was probably a strange sight to see a non-aggressive Mi-Yeong. Well, she isn't always super aggressive and predatory, but she also wasn't one to be submissive and timid. Maybe alcohol evened herself out? Perhaps it brought forth the young girl she used to be a long time ago. " Oi, nothing wrong with being a little soft every now and then. I can't be combative and in limbo all the time. " She gave a slight chuckle before she slowly started to notice herself heating up. After a could rounds of drinks and then a good dance right after, the Siren felt like she was burning up! She worked up a light sweat and eventually rolled up her long white sleeves in an attempt to cool off. She barely showed her arms out in public, mainly because of her scars, but she was drunk and the only thing that matter at the moment was alleviating the heat and stuffiness she was feeling. " Man, it's waaay too hot. Let's get some more drinks~ " More alcohol probably wasn't a good solution to her problem, but perhaps the more intoxicated she became, the less she would care. Either that, or she'd black out at the bar's counter before she could continue her complaints about it.
Once again, the drunken Siren grabbed a hold of Vermont's hand, leading him back to the bar and towards the red-headed bartender. " Ya'll looked like ya'll had some fun. " Her eyes soon looked over at the dark-haired woman before she gave a little sigh, passing over a glass of water. After seeing the multiple stages of intoxication that Mi-Yeong went through, the bartender always tried to prevent it...or at least slow down the process. " I'm cutting you off for a bit, sug. I don't need you crying like the last time... "
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โThe music kept blasting, and the dj was hyping everyone up. It was wild, Vermont was lost in a strong vibe as the body grew tired and hot, alcohol fueling not only his, but also the Siren's steps. As the temperature rose, the people's warmth following along, it was clear that the dancing and rocking out was getting to the marine one. Quite drunk, but still sharp, orbs of an almost white color analyzed the limbs as Mi-Yeong rolled up her sleeves. Markings, perhaps self inflicted, covered the skin of her arms, and that sight alone was able to get the bar manager a tad more controlled on the footwork he was just demolishing with such ridiculous skill. In the energetic state of drunken thoughts, the male was about to say something about the facts noticed but was silenced by an exclamation close to him coming from the wasted Siren. "Alrigh' mate, I'm with ya on that one" .Being intoxicated himself, Vermont was not one to just judge against the choices she was making. The young woman was known in the place, a spot reserved in the back just for her sleepy needs after getting shi*faced beyond self control, there was not much need of a leash on her then and there. This thought did cause other ideas to sprung up, but that wasn't the correct timing to say a thing.
Pulled to the bar counter once more, the way Vermont sat down was much careless in comparison to the first encounter with that area. Extending his arm, supporting elbows over the surface, his eyes trailed along the path a glass of water made as it slid down to his female companion for that vivid night. Hearing the charming red head's words, a wisdom was found in them, and so, led to an important decision. Firm on his choice, the darkened figure straightened out his back, eyebrows furrowed in sheer seriousness. Veiny right hand rose from the counter and pointed straight to one of the liquids served. Voice deep, potent, the slim but impressive muscles exposed through a humid shirt, all of this offered a most sinister intensity to his following words, "Oi, mate... Bring that over for me, wouldn't ya?" His head dropped low, the expression just as neutral as always. The hand formerly pointing to the beer he wanted slammed itself against the counter surface, producing a quite weak thud as the sound was absorbed by the blaring music. The mixture of drinking and dancing to that level got his energies down, rightfully because he sat down and relaxed. Vermont, if the man so wished, could still party hard for longer, drink a tad more, but to be with the Siren was that main fun. It wasn't a mere responsibility, it was a joyful trip to hang around the drunken marine life.โ
Getting cut off made the drunken girl pout like a complete child. She eyed her water before reluctantly taking a few small sips. She wouldn't admit it, but a cool drink of fresh water after pounding down shot after shot, drink after drink, felt soooo good. It was like all of her senses re-opened and were allowed to finally breath properly before they went right back to heating up. Once she had finally began to relax after that dancing, she felt an entire invisible weight crash land onto her shoulders. Her face became even more red to the point where her ears were soon starting to turn to a pinkish hue. She wanted another drink, not water! Would water do her some good? Yes! But it wasn't what she wanted. The siren didn't want to be sober. She wanted to get so drunk that she wouldn't remember what happened tonight on the next day. She was so deep into her drunken thoughts that she didn't realize that Vermont was asking for his drink to be passed over. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in the same intoxicated state of mind she was in -- but at least he wasn't on the verge of having pouty tears. Her long lashed eyes looked over from him to the beer, almost looking rather bitter towards it.
" Fine... " The stubborn Siren said, only just to take one big gulp of his beer before reluctantly sliding over. Of course, the red-headed bartender disapproved of Mi-Yeong's move, but it was too late now. The girl was already drunk and was slowly making a downward spiral to wasted-ville. After passing the drink along, her head slowly plopped down onto the bar's cool smooth counter, a couple tear drops of drunken frustration caught in the ends of her long eyelashes. Of course the red-head saw and the sight practically broke her heart. " Okay, that's where I stop you, right now! You look like one of those sad puppy-dogs on the commericals... Ya know, the ones with Sarah McLachlan? " She huffed and tried to wipe them away for the wasted Mi-Yeong, but they just re-appeared right after. Commence phase II of intoxication: the crybaby state.
Location: Neon Lights โข Company: No one directly --Mood: Energized โข Thoughts:Wow, what a place! โข Condition: Healthy --Energy: 100/100 โข Money: $50 on-hand ($950 in the bank) โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
Still on the dance floor, Tyveris got used to his surroundings. It wasn't long until the DJ spoke, followed by a new song he could have sworn he heard once before. The sounds of bass filling the room, Tyveris was among those who were cheering. His heart-beat accelerating, Some started to bump into him at first, but he didn't mind all that much. Simply moving out of the way as fast and subtly as he could. He felt a little out of place here, but still tried to move in sync with everyone else.
โGrabbing his drink firmly as soon as it slid over, there was this gaze of sheer intensity coming from his ghostly eyes to the wasted ones of Mi-Yeong. The girl was near tapping out, but had the dare of stealing some of his alcohol just like that. Despite friendly, the male was still with his privacies, intoxication only made it stronger. Still, by taking a mighty portion of that sweet beer into the walls of his throat and downwards, a pleasing sensation overtook his body and made the dark figure nod to itself, much like any drunk would when tasting a drink that just made the body feel too good. While water was the salvation for the Siren, whether she liked it or not, the cold beer more than worked as that pure liquid for Vermont. To his system, beer was nothing, just something to go along with small snacks of the meat variety, at barbecues or during his free time at home, relaxing. Of course, the quantity of beer the bar manager drank was not nearly enough to affect his physique, grant the muscular body that round and attractive belly, found in old men and those with unhealthy habits. Fortunately, that wasn't Vermont. There was a certain reputation to maintain there, even if his personality, or overall existence, was not famous.
Gazing down to the side, the scene of Mi-Yeong looking liquified besides him would react a chuckle from the depths of his chest, but not on that instance. The drunk him was far more silent, objective with all things said and done, given they were as intense as his mere request of a beer. Straight faced like a man playing poker for his life, the voice monotone but sincere, Vermont looked ahead into a random spot right on the center of his sight and took a sip from his weak alcoholic drink, fresh as it was. That is, not before dropping a snappy remark at the weeping baby seal. "I would be cryin' too if I my defeat was ever this bloody shameful..." .His comment came right after the words of the charismatic blue eyed bartender, adding to the acid. From a river of tears, to a full blown swing taking aim right at his dome, this courageous hero was ready to dodge and keep verbally jabbing. To anyone else, his spirits were humble. Never in life would he ever be this unruly over a person he was mere friends with, imagine with strangers or superiors. Even to those below him, at the Captain's Deck, he was harsh but still respectful. Only with Mi-Yeong, a valued friend and a worthy adversary, was he able to be this way, and not feel all that bad about it.โ
He was glad to know the his music helped as the mood-setter, head bopping in tune to the beat. However, Chester took a glance at his surroundings for a few seconds; there was the raven-haired blue-eyed boy that caught his attention, but also, one woman was drunk and she already wasted. The dude beside her certainly needed to give her a lift home. One thing was for sure; Neon Lights had its own fare share of patrons who were having a bit too much fun. Thankfully, there were no records of customers getting rowdy, so it was a good sign for Chester. The last thing that he wanted was to have his paycheck cut out just to pay for the damages caused by those jerks.
The DJ adjusted his headphones since they were starting to itch near his ears. Nonetheless, the music kept in going despite his short reprieve and he checked on the DJ laptop to see if there was any more available for him to play.
This sucked! She was cut off, drunk, and Vermont was teasing her about her crying. After letting her favorite bartender try to dry her unnecessary tears, the Siren slowly turned her head over to face the drunken man with a little angry pout. If anything, she looked more like an annoyed kid rather than an angry beast that shouldn't be messed with. A barely audible grumble came from her as she quickly lunged at him, wrapping her arm around his neck, putting Vermont in a headlock. It definitely wasn't a good and tight one. Mi-Yeong was far too gone from the alcohol, so her usual brute strength had diminished. At this point, it probably looked like she was clinging onto him. " O-Oi..! If this were a swimming competition, I would've smoke your a** by now...! " The Siren whined as she swayed side to side, shaking the lad with her. If she could kick him with full force, she would have! But alas, with the alcohol stealing away her strength, there wasn't much left for her to use. Even clinging onto the male beside her was proving to be a tough ordeal to handle. Her drunken grip loosened up around his neck until her simply just dangled over his shoulder, almost like a limp noodle.
Her chin soon rested on Vermont's shoulder before she knocked her head against his as a bit of pay back for winning their drinking contest. " Your liver hates you... ๋์ ๋ " At the very end, she gave a faint little 'hmph' before she quickly swiped his beer once more, taking another sip. It was probably rude, but the flushed face Siren didn't care. She wanted just wanted to black out again like the usual, but there was no way she could accomplish that if the red-headed woman cut her off! So what if she cries a little? She saw crybaby drunks at different bars all the time.She hadn't been to the Captain's Deck long enough to know if they also ventured over there, but maybe one day she'd do some research and find out.
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โFocused on his drink, the male was caught off guard in his drunken state by the action of arms wrapping all around his neck and head, a certain pressure applied on his flesh that made breathing a task only a tad bit harder. Wide eyes of a ghostly color rapidly moved from one side to another, trying to make sense of the sudden attack while a veiny hand, also lacking the usual strength, gripped the limb attempting to choke him out. Then, the Siren's voice entered his drunken mind, causing the cranium to tilt to the side as a simple reaction. "ah y-yeah? Alrigh' , just like in that foot race, ain't it...?" . With his system rocked side to side by the body weight applied by Mi-Yeong, his sight gave way to show how affected he already was by the powerful substance. As they tilted back and forth, his vision blurred out as it was too slow to comprehend the information entirely, textbook signal one was beyond the limit. Tranquility only arrived when the marine woman halted her assault, dropping her figure over Vermont's shoulders, limp and loose, putting her chin besides his neck not too long after apparently giving up the fight, accepting defeat.
Victorious, the magnificent drunken winner flinched as his companion's head struck his, followed by stingy words involving the seasoned organ responsible for his mighty resistance. Also something in a foreign tongue, but to care, the male would need to be far more sober than he was at that moment. Still, there was a peak of energy the second feminine hands swiftly robbed him of his beer once more. The audacity was admirable, but to commit a sin of that level a second time was already over the acceptable. The instant the hard fought beer left the proximity of the Siren's lips, Vermont yanked it back into his clutches with a single firm hand. The other palm descended upon a defenseless leg, the thighs most likely marked after the digits made violent contact with them. While similar to a slap, the bar manager had just impacted the lower limb and left his hand there, the probably painful sound muffled almost completely by the loud bangers led by the DJ. Taking a satisfied sip of his beer again, a large gulp to end it all, there was one barely visible, a smidget of a supposed curve at the end of his soft lips, exposed to the siren's side. Perhaps it was an illusion, something Mi-Yeong's mind was formulating to further fuel her needless rage for him after such a crushing defeat, or maybe, in an unlikely scenario, he was just rubbing it on her face one last time that the score was now in his favor.โ
As soon as the battle of their drinking game came to a flawless victory for Vermont, another blow came crashing down at the drunken Siren. A strong hand that slapped down on her thigh -- A lightning bolt that struck the ground. An audible yelp was made by the woman before she made an intense side eye to the thigh-abuser. How dare he lay a hand on her precious quads! There was hard work and dedication that she had put into sculpting the wonderful masterpieces that were known as her thighs! What made things worse was that smug little smirk he sported right after. Her limp arm suddenly found enough energy to muster up another firm squeeze. " Don't get cocky, ya little shite. " The Siren warned before a sinister little smirk over threw the pout that was once there. Time for pay back -- eye for an eye.
In one swift movement, Mi-Yeong leaned in and nipped his ear for revenge for her thigh. He didn't think he'd get away with it, did he? With the alcohol running through her system, all it left behind was a heavily drunk Siren who had no shame in doing bold moves. Would she remember her actions the next day? Probably not. But that didn't matter. What mattered was avenging, her now sore, quad! " Injuring my pride and joy won't go unpunished...! " The nipped a little harder before she released his ear from her toothy grasp and chuckled. After he had snatched the bottle from her, she reached over to snatch it back, only to her dismay the bottle was empty. Ugh! Disappointed, Mi-Yeong bitterly placed the empty beer bottle onto the bar's counter-top. " Man...! Being cut off sucks... "
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โViciously attacked by a sudden mouth to his ear lobe and mass, the innocent man was forced back into an arched position as the cartilage was munched on. Being of marine descent, the best example to speak of his brutal assault would be the image of a Pacu fish feeding on a defenseless creature. The warning made in an accent similar to his own was left unheard in the end, the alcohol stopping any viable logic from getting through to his mind. Before one could react, teeth were already crushing down time and time again, mercilessly, on his hearing structure. Then, as the somewhat tender biting, as being drunk managed to numb the pain to a good extent, suddenly became stronger, his face was caught in a wincing expression, the shock of the sensitive system responding to the damage done reaching his brain, and sending a painful message all around. Yet, once released, his hand merely went over to the ear, massaging it. The description of seriousness suddenly went over the facial details as the somber male stared over into the Siren's direction.
Noticing the girl felt defeated the minute she became aware of the beer bottle's emptiness, there was a brief moment of pride. "I think steps ahead of you, don' ya try to fool me" .The deep, now alcohol imbued tone, told the young female with a sting to it, his accent coming through harshly. And yet, those words exposed an intention, one she wouldn't see, being distract gazing at the empty bottle. To strike an opponent after getting hit the first time, it's stupid if it's not a finishing move. While still standing, the foe was able to attack once more. Vermont, silently, noticed a weak spot presented in the form of a Siren's unprotected neck, her arms limp, and with that, the manager would just be needing the proper physical movement from his own body to take a firm, deadly hold. Passing an arm over behind her waist, and another over her stomach with a swift motion, mighty fast for the drunken reactions any of them would have, the male's lips found themselves rapidly in contact with the soft neck skin. Taking no time, offering no hesitation, the onslaught of bites pulling at the tissue and potential dark hued marks caused by broken blood vessels of a fierce suction origin began. Tickles could be a reaction, or not, there was no care for it. Despite drunk, the strength coming from his arms muscles granted a solid hold on her, the limbs wrapping around her torso and hands locking behind the female's back. Revenge could taste best in a cold platter, but to warm it as it is served was a feeling worth testing.โ
