A hidden bar in the downtown area. It could be considered a gem in the community. Sunlight's mood varies from night to night, some nights things are quiet and calm while other nights things are lively as can be!
Come enjoy a few drinks with friends or come and relax to the serene music that plays through the night.
Draft / Bottled Beer:
Budweiser - $6.55 Bud Light - $6.55 Miller Lite - $6.55 Heineken - $6.00 Guinness - $6.25
And many more!
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:57 pm
Daniel was still giggling to himself about Camille's earlier remark. Of course he wholeheartedly agreed on her conditions but if someone were to ask him at a later date about this incident he would definitely describe it as a "Date". Though Dan knew better than to directly think about it while the woman in question was walking right next to him. "So what brings you to this city anyways?" He asked, changing his thought process to the present situation. The brunette was casually leading the two Downtown, through the streets and towards his place of business.
Waiting to hear her response, good or bad, Daniel continued to lead them along on the sidewalk. As the two shifted through crowds walking in the opposite direction, the man gestured for Camille to follow as he took a right through a back alley. His workplace was definitely not in the most booming location business wise. As the two pushed through the shady alley, the brunette waved to a few drifters that he seemed to have had a few interactions with in the past.
As his foot stepped back onto the sidewalk, Daniel's gaze flicked towards the familiar and nostalgic building with the sign "Sunglight" on top of its doors. It wasn't his first choice in name, but a few of his investors really liked it so what was he to do - money talks. Reaching in his pocket, the clumsy male shuffled his hand around until he pulled out a key-chain and picked out a custom-designed key. Too many times had his employees found him struggling to open the bar for business and demanded that he go and get a noticeable key from a locksmith. The key was black and the grip of the key had a plastic cover on it.
Unlocking the door, a smile curled onto the males face as he casually pushed open his doors before turning back to Camille - assuming she had been following him. "Welcome to Sunlight~ May we brighten your day!" He said, the cheesy line coming out naturally after saying it for so many years. A bit of an ironic line if someone were to ask him but it did get the business point across. A place to enjoy your time and drink away your problems.
The brunette walked backwards into his bar with his arms held out, presenting his business baby to the jet-black haired woman. The bar was sleek with a nice glossed over cherry-wood with cushioned bar stools lined up every few feet. On the sides of the building were booths lined along the wall, in one corner near the door was a stage for performances! In his eyes, it was quite the bar considering the budget he had.
"So? Impressed? Love it- Hate it?" He asked as he made his way behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses as he waited for his companion to respond. Daniel playfully waggled the bottle in his hand, waiting for the woman to take a seat at the bar. Placing the bottle down, since he hadn't asked the woman what she'd like, Daniel grabbed a controller from under the bar and pressed the power button. A low tone of jazz music filled the bar from the speakers placed along the walls here and there.
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Walking away from Noise Center was a huge relief for the woman. The two had to tackle against the crowd that collected within the s**t hole. That took more work than Camille was willing to put down. There was plenty of pushing and shoving done on the Shusona’s part. Their small stature didn’t really help, even with a scowl on their face it didn’t keep the crowd away from her. People had their own agendas that they followed, making them less interested in the individuals that were shoved about. ’This is ******** why I don’t come to come to this kind of crap. Too many ******** people are here.’ The little lady was real tempted to just push everyone out of the way, it would be easier to just force everyone away from her view. There were problems with that. Forcing people to move to the side would attract even more unwanted attention. She’d probably be slapped with a fine or placed in detention till she paid bail. Fantaisie had rules just like any other established urban area. How ******** horrible that this temperamental b***h had to live in such a place. It would have been easier to live in the countryside because then she could flip s**t and no one could do jack about it.
Maybe the petite person had some trouble fighting the crowd, but that certainly wasn’t anything she’d admit to! So you know what ******** happened instead?! Some caramel bag of dongs held their porcelain hand. You can bet your bottom dollar that the girl fought to release themselves from the other. Yet, maybe Black had a way with navigating the crowd. Such a skill may have had to do with their fricken height. Camille couldn’t see jack from where they stood. Still, if it meant getting out of this hell hole then even she could tolerate his beast-like hand. There was no joy in being held by the other. What was this? Was a memory resurfacing on their mind? Naaaa, that didn’t seem right.
When the two were away from the crowd, the girl immediately retrieved her hand back and placed it back into their pockets. The two walked for a bit in silence, the sound of the Festival’s music hanged in the background. People walked in groups towards the sickening entertainment. A few stragglers may have shared the prissy girl’s viewpoint when they steered clear from the source of the sickening recreation facility. Those smokey lenses looked around as some other irritating pair showed up: couples. So what?! Maybe it had to do with them being in the Downtown area but people were clearly not shy in expressing their intimacies. Honestly, the girl wouldn’t give a crap about whose tongue was forced down someone else’s throats. Knowing who Daniel was, Camille didn’t need that boy to get any ideas. Well, he probably already had those ideas but she sure as hell was in no mood!
”I’m sure you’d love to know that, wouldn’t you big boy?” The 25-year-old gave a shrug of their shoulders as they responded, their voice was as disinterested as their facial features. Her gaze returned to the sidewalk, head tilted downward as they watched the scene pass by. ”I ain’t going to say s**t until I’m compensated. You better have some ******** alcohol in your little glory hole.” There wasn’t much more to say as she trudged along with the other. This was a bad idea, it just seemed to scream especially so when they had to go down an alleyway. Facial features vividly expressed an ‘Are you ******** serious’ look. Shaking their head, with black long locks flowing freely, the little lady followed for the sake of getting some spirit in them. If Dan was planning on jumping her, then someone was more than willing to beat the s**t out of them.
Camille rolled their eyes and was clearly not amused at the cheesy line. ”You come up with that lame a** line yourself? It suits you.” With more head shaking on her end, it was with great reluctance that she followed the other. Gravel orbs looked around the interior of the bar. A leg shut the door behind, preventing any sneak attacks. Why would she be concerned with any sneak attacks? Best not to ask and just roll with it. ”It’s a place where I can get drunk off my a**. I guess the floor looks comfortable enough to sleep on.” That was the closest thing that could be called a compliment. Her tush made contact with one of the bar stools. Camille immediately eyed the whiskey bottle, the amber juice looked inviting. When the other was preoccupied with creating some ******** mood with a jazz piece, the woman poured the liquid into the two shot glasses.
”Let me make myself ******** clear. For every question you ask, I’m taking a shot. I don’t give a crap if you want to do the same but I’m here to drink. So ask your ******** questions. Wait, let me get a head start because I’m already getting ******** tired of this s**t.” One shot was chucked and swallowed, the liquid burning down her throat. ”Gaaaaa….ask or else I’m just going to be drinking till this bottle is done and over with.” Camille poured more of the spirit into the two shot glasses. Her gaze looked at the male as he stood behind the counter. A hand propped up on the wooden surface with her chin being cupped in her grasp. The amber liquid was swirled in the glass, waiting for whatever the male had in store for her.
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Mood: I swear to god he better have another whiskey bottle!
I think I'm in: A corny a** place called the Sunlight Bar
What moron is with me now: Mr. Slut
OOC:
Lord Yozo
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 4:36 pm
Daniel gave a bitter smile at the woman's comments. He figured that her remark was the closest thing he would get to a compliment coming from her so he would take what he could get. Listening Camille speak and set "rules" of sorts for their interaction, Daniel grabbed another cup and began to wipe it clean. He would have to scold his employees later for leaving dirty glasses behind the bar. The brunette could only nod at her demands, figuring she would walk out the door if he had any qualms with her set of rules. Deciding to ask a question since she took a shot, the man did not hesitate.
"I'll ask what I asked a little while ago but... What brings you to this city? You don't have a tracker on me do you~" He teased with a small smile, his gaze still focused on cleaning this and that behind the bar as his companion enjoyed her drink's. As the last glass was finally spotless, Daniel nodded in satisfaction before leaning on the bar and watching the woman's expression as she spoke. Seeing someone from such a school was quite surreal to the boy, it reminded him of his times as a dumb kid. If someone had told him then that he'd be in this exact situation he'd laugh in their face and say he's going to become some kind of porn star.
The man casually poured himself a shot of straight Smirnoff vodka. If he was going to join the woman in drinking he'd need something strong and a whole lot of it thanks to his extreme metabolism. A cruel fact he learned in his early drinking years. The man casually downed one shot after another as if he was drinking juice while watching and listening to the woman. Soon after, another question arose from his conscious. "What have you been up to all this time? Ten years is a lot of time to wait before settling down in a city if that's your plan. Though I doubt it would be something so cute~" He questioned before throwing back another shot.
Looking at the bottle he had pulled out for himself, he frowned as he noticed it was now empty. Reaching under the bar table, the brunette pulled out one of his "personal" drinks. A mixture of the strongest things he could find on the market, essentially poison to most people though just right for the adventurous man. Although it smelled and tasted awful, it got the job done. Daniel grabbed one of his shorter glasses and poured a cup for himself. He wouldn't dare offer her a glass in fear of poisoning the poor girl, but wouldn't stop her from grabbing the bottle on her own if she was curious enough. "Though I doubt it... If you have any questions for me feel free to ask~" He said as he poured the poison into his mouth, resisting his bodily urge to reject the liquid.
After one simple drink, the smallest sensation of a buzz spread over the mans body and a slight smirk grew on his face. This was definitely his personal favorite drink.
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The amber liquor was swirled in that small glass. Eyes watched the substance swirl at her command. Those smokey orbs glanced up at the other as they asked such a typical question. At least it was one that didn’t require too much thought. ”Ha. Ha. Ha.” Her tone was flat as the cup was brought up near her mouth, eyes wandered to that small glass. If they stared hard enough, they may have been able to see some fuzzy image of the male in the glass. ”Start a new life I guess. I got fired from my other job because a bunch of bigwigs don’t take too kindly of a girl beating their s**t up.” The amber liquid was swallowed whole, a small content sigh came out of her mouth. ”As if I’d go to the same ******** city that you’re in. I don’t hear from you in ten years but you still act as if I just saw you yesterday.” The little lady brought the bottle over to her and poured more liquid into her cup. What had he been doing for ten years? Did she care enough to ask that question? Camille was trying to find that answer in the faint glow in the cup. Did it hold her truth within?
Some thoughts swirled in her mind just like the liquid in the glass. It churned and churned till the male spoke up again. Light onix glasses looked to Daniel briefly before making their way to the whiskey bottle. ”I don’t know about settling down, like I give a crap about that.” Her voice almost sounded unconvincing as Camille took another shot. ”Ten years huh…..ummm...I guess three of them were in LeVane but you know about two of them so whatever. Then the other seven years have been hopping from job to job since people don’t like my attitude. I was told the hero work wouldn’t suit me, so they suggested I get an office job. Such a disgusting place. People will still suck meats to get to higher places, and then there are pricks that can’t handle a female manager.” Even though it was only one question, the petite lady drank another shot. At the present, Camille felt like drowning away her past in alcohol. At least it was one companion that wouldn’t betray her.
”What about you then Daniel, what have you been doing for ten years? I’m sure you’ve been ******** around like usual. Probably plowed a few stragglers that got stuck in your web. Not like I have any room to talk.” Whatever the male had to say to her question she just listened without giving much recognition to the answer. There would be a few ‘Mmmmmm’ placed in there. That was probably the best she would give as her eyes were glued on the amber drink. It continued to swirl for a bit before her lips covered the glass and drank more the spirit. It seemed like someone was in a hurry to just forget their day. Another glass of the alcohol was poured as Daniel brought something unfamiliar up from their bar. For now, the girl was content with her alcohol, at least until it ran out.
Whenever Daniel answered and asked his question, she already had a question ready for the man. ”Who else knows about your “sexual tendencies”? You sure did make it seem like you’re putting a lid on it. I don’t see why you got to hide the only redeeming feature that you have.” Not really waiting for an answer, a few more shots were guzzled down her throat. The game was moving at a snail’s pace for her so she wanted it to hurry along. The girl may have had a handful of shots before the other finished his explanation. The slight foggy feeling was beginning to cloud her better judgement. At least it was enough for Camille to rip off her leather jacket and have it fall on the ground. They mentally cursed at how well that clothing kept her warm, even though its pockets were s**t. More shots were swallowed but the cup was also just as quickly refilled.
I think I'm in: A corny a** place called the Sunlight Bar
What moron is with me now: Mr. Slut
OOC:
Lord Yozo
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 11:10 am
As the music filled the background of the room, the brunette seemed to have a more relaxed demeanor about himself. His shoulders slouched a bit while his elbows rest on the bar, every exhale from his lungs a bit slower than before. The bar always sat at seventy degrees Fahrenheit, just enough to be a liiiittle sleepy for the man. This was one of the few places Daniel truly believed he could let his guard down and just relax. Although he doubted his employee's thought the same, not that he cared whether they enjoyed working or not. As his teal gaze studied his companion while they drank, something similar to nostalgia arose in his body. "This is...Nice. He simply stated, of course with no context and out of nowhere. His hand reached for his bottle of "poison" and uncorked it once more before going for round two.
Daniel raised a brow as the woman began to give him questions as well. "It's nice to know someone still takes interest in little me~" He teased before downing another glass of his home made mixture. "Baaaahhh.... Well... After graduating I drifted around for a while... Doing odd jobs and kind of- losing my sense of self with all of the less than innocent things I did. It wasn't until after a girl I worked with found out what I was up to that I was dragged to... get help. After that I wound up here and started this business!" He said with a bitter smile, obviously reminiscing about the past. Of course he left out a few key details, that was the fun though of dealing with Daniel. The whole story is brought out in pieces. The feeling of bitterness quickly passed as the brunette poured himself his third drink and swallowed it down in one go. After that, his carefree smile was quickly re-plastered back on to his face.
Daniel was a little tipsy at this point and decided to follow suit with Camille's actions. In one full motion his over sized coat was on the ground and he was left in a thin white shirt. If one looked close enough it didn't leave much to the imagination. "I uh... Wait... Uhm... Well, you see... After straightening my life out, or better called making life SUCK, I had to put on a facade with others so that I would be respected as a businessman!" He said in a slightly slurred matter-of-fact manner. Even as he was speaking, the brunette was casually filling himself another glass and bringing it to his lips. His teal gaze watched the woman as he did his best to put another drink into his system. If a stranger had seen this from afar he would definitely be seen as a lightweight. It was only his fourth drink after all!
Even though he didn't immediately say it, the man did pick up on her pseudo compliment. "You think.... I... Have redeeming qualities~" He did his best to say in a teasing manner as his brains thought process was slowing down thanks to the alcohol in his system. With a giggle, the man made no further comments on the matter and poured himself another drink. Maybe this would have been easier if he had done shots like his companion?
Daniel downed this glass in one go as well. "I can't remember the last time I was able to just sit down and drink... He thought to himself with no concern whether or not Camille was listening. The brunette drummed his fingers along the coated wood before snapping them. "I got one! Ever masturbate to... to me while you couldn't uh... see me~?" He said with a few pauses as he tried to recollect his thoughts mid sentence. His teasing game really dropped a few levels when alcohol was involved. Figuring he'd be more loose lipped if he drank more, the man poured himself - that's right - another glass of his poison.
At this point a much goofier grin was spreading across the brunettes face, his arm struggling to hold his head up in his hand as he listened to Camille. How much time had passed so far? Should he have already opened the bar? Such thoughts stopped bothering him as he finished more and more of his personal bottle. By the time he had his next cohesive thought, his bottle only had enough in it for a baby to sip. "Wha....Whah the hell? I buh...Whoah... Hold up -" He said mid sentence as he did his best to keep his balance behind the bar. He couldn't go breaking stock! His face was slightly flushed as he did his best to lean on the bar counter once more for support. One of his hands was under the bar as he searched for another drink that would satisfy his monstrous metabolism. Of course- this ended up making him drop a bottle and the glass cylinder crashed into the floor. "Ah- Dammit! I...Pshhhh hehe.... ********! Where do I?.... Towel Towel Towel...." He muttered out in an incoherent manner.
His aqua gaze swept around the room in search of something to dry the floor with as his foot kicked along the glass into a corner away from everything else, he wasn't going to try to clean up glass when he could barely walk. As his search bore no fruit, Daniel could only think of one other thing before casually peeling his shirt off and squatting down to wipe up the mess. Once his drunken self was satisfied with the piss poor job he did at cleaning, he slowly stood back up with the help of the bar before looking back at his counterpart. "Continue~" He said as if she were telling him something important.
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’Where the ******** is all this heat coming from? Feels like an oven in here.’ Even when the leather was peeled away, all that was left was an further revealed skimpy little outfit. It was like someone was dressing for a funeral with all the black that was adorned. Their cropped-like top, the short skirt, the boots, and even their shades were all consisting of the same dreaded color. Speaking of those shades, it was just about time to take them off. There was no point to keep it on. Glare or no glare, it proved to have little effect on an opponent of theirs. With very slow movements, the pale hand reached up to remove the accessory from her face. It was tossed carelessly on the counter, a small sign of her inhibition. ’Why is it so warm in here?’ Well, that warmth came from the alcohol that was swimming in the petite’s system. Their face was heating up from the devil’s drink. It probably wasn’t right to drink lukewarm whiskey, much less to drink it as a shot. Such a fragrant substance should have been siped as an ice-cold beverage. Was the drink cold again? The shot glass was brought to the lady’s facial features. It seemed that not even this room temperature beverage could cool her down. ’What the hell is wrong here?’
Ashen eyes glanced up to the other as he mentioned something. The woman chucked another shot of the alcohol into their system. The statement was pondered while their mind clouded. ’Nice? How is this nice? All I’m doing is drinking your damn alcohol and playing ******** twenty questions here. I don’t see how in hell this is nice.’ More amber was poured into the glass. Camille’s expression seemed uninterested as the drink sat in front of her. Fingers ran around the rim of the small glass repeatedly, there was little explanation for this. Though it did seem to amuse her as a smile crept on her face.
With an eyebrow cocked at the male, a dissatisfied grunt came out of that pretty little mouth. ’He asks me to give him a ******** question and spins it like he won some weak a** prize. Males like these just leave a poor taste in my mouth. Shot number….how many shitty shots did I take?’ The woman shrugged their shoulders as yet another amber liquid was added to their petite frame. Camille’s mind was already growing cloudy from it. Their head may have been supported by her propped arm on the counter, but it would have surely been bobbing by now. ’”Less than innocent things” is just his code for smut. I’m not surprised in the least. He should have just ******** stay in contact with those weak flakes in LeVane.’ But did those “weak flakes” apply to her as well? Taking another shot of whiskey, the thought was pushed back so that something else could take it’s place. ’A ******** b***h tried to “help”....’ ”A ******** b***h tried to help your sorry little a**...hahaha” It was odd for her to laugh, especially as if she found those words humorous. The bottle was lifted and sloppily poured into the glass, some of the contents spilled on the counter while she filled it up to the rim.
”A respected businessman….hahaha...you sure you ain’t really a comedian? I don’t give a crap about what you really are but I’m not going to stand for your lameass mask. Take that s**t off before I rip it off your face!” Now, the mask that she was referred to was his facade, but it was probably hinted what she really meant. Her words were growing heavy and a bit slower. The look in her eyes possessed some ounce of danger even while their face heated up. THeir hand was outstretched towards the other as if she was going to fulfill her threat by ripping off his facade. ”We need less fake a** people in this world so just take it off. It’s been pissing me off!” Camille tried leaning over but that would have require her to take her head off from the only thing that was supporting it. With a click of her tongue, their hand retracted and hung limply by her side. The girl was becoming more delusional and losing it. At least, they would eventually drink the liquid that taunted them.
Camille tried to give the male a glare but her drunken demeanor was putting a damp on it. ”Don’t let it get to your ******** head! I’d prefer if you were more upfront with your sexual tendencies than wearing whatever crap you’re wearing! You can have the full package but I ain’t doing no shitty favors for people who hide behind society’s shitty a** masks.” The Shusona didn’t explain what exactly they meant by “package”, but then again it was probably hinted at as she looked the male up and down. It was only now that the 25-year-old took notice of the thin clothing that the other wore. And it seemed like she was going in a loop as she referred to the mask bit again. What a drunk…..
With their free hand, it went right by to be placed on the side of her head. It almost looked like she was comforting a headache as she rubbed her temple. ”Sitting your a** down at home and pouring yourself a drink ain’t that ******** hard you re-retard.” A little hiccup popped out of that woman’s mouth but she made no comment on it. Instead, the liquid from the bottle began to move itself from its cage and into her mouth in certain intervals. Who knows how much she actually drank, it was safe to say that she was fairly drunk at this point. Even with her eyes blinking a few times, it took a bit for her mind to register what the other said. Camille looked at the other skeptically. ”Yeah, so what? You got a ******** problem with that bub?” The woman said as she replied to his question. Another train of alcohol entered her system, and her arm was growing weak from propping her head up. ”You probably like that, don’t you? I’ll ask you the same ******** question because I feel unoriginal at this point. Did you ever get off from me. Naaaaa, you got plenty of bitches and guys lining up to release any of your pent-a** seeds. ” The woman was really slowing down, eyes almost looked like they were ready to call it shuteye.
Eyes came back to life as a crash ensued nearby. It jolted the other one awake while hearing the murmurs from the male. ”You ******** idiot, you can’t even hold your liquor.” Not that she had any room to talk as another hiccup popped out. The tall male somewhat disappeared under the bar, at least that was how it seemed as she slouched out on the counter. Their arm gave way and now her upper body seemed sprawled on the wooden surface. When the male came back up, it looked like he was in the nude. Camille couldn’t see that he still wore his pants since her attention only went from his waist up. ”Are you ******** finally showing your true colors you smut fiend?! Stripping like that only gives pure a** maidens the wrong idea. Goooooood thing you don’t got jack here. I don’t care if you take off your ******** clothes…….you ******** good looking ********> The woman repeatedly banged her head on the counter. She didn’t really seem to realize the words she said as her forehead hit the wooden surface.
A finger lifted itself up, just a single finger. Raven-locks were spread on the wooden surface, her gaze trying to look up towards Daniel. ”I’ve got a questions for you….you…..sweet a** man but come here...” That sole finger seemed to beckon the other to come down to her level. When the male inclined she slowly whispered in his ear. ”I’m feeling a little sorry about what I did to you earlier, do you mind if I go ahead and kiss your boo-boos. That’s what you want, right? Why else would you show off in front of me? You just want someone to go and give you a good ********, right?” Even though she continued to curse, there was some tenderness in her tone. Her hands began to wrap around the other’s neck while she stared him right in the face. ”Open up your mouth so that I can give your tongue a good kiss. I want to properly apologize to it. Maybe I was a little too mean to you when I bit down….did the bleeding stop….I want to see and explore your mouth myself.”
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I think I'm in: A corny a** place called the Sunlight Bar
What moron is with me now: Mr. Slut
OOC:
Lord Yozo
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 1:53 pm
The man slowly took notice as the woman began to succumb to the alcohol that was entering her system, though he wasn't one to make fun of her situation when he was half-naked and stumbling about. He felt giddy knowing that the woman was also enjoying her drinks to the fullest. Though he was a bit surprised at her slow transition in personality, so she was one of those kinds of drunks. The brunette figured he'd had chanced to notice in the past but was too wasted and pre-occupied, or just too stupid, to notice. The woman seemed to be wanting something from him, though until the words came out of her mouth of what she actually wanted his drunk a** would be none the wiser.
"H-Hey! I... *hic* Keep it reeaaaalll with you!" He said in protest to her remark about him having a facade. It was true that he had to act a certain way with some, but with Camille he felt like he could shake off those awkward shackles and just enjoy his time. "I wonder what she means by "Full Package".... Meh... Whatever." He thought about it for a moment before shaking it off and switching gears. Daniel looked behind him at the stock of drinks he had, his hand pointing at a few before deciding against it. With a grumble, he searched underneath the bar once more before finding rubbing alcohol! Daniel stood up with the plastic bottle in hand before looking around to make sure no one else snuck in while he was digging through his stock of drinks. He would never drink something so gross with others around, he figured it would be OK if only Camille saw him do it.
The brunette un-capped the plastic cleaning supply before taking a swig. As his mouth detached from the bottle, a loud exhale was released from his core. "Gaaaaaahhhh~ That's the stuff." It wasn't as good as his mixture but with enough of it, it got the job done. His attention was turned back towards the woman as she threw his own question back at him. At this point he was too drunk to even try and be a pathological liar. Though who knew if Camille knew that. "Buh... Uhm... Oh right. I had a.. uh- Few fantasies about you actually~! But then again you're much more alluring to me than an average girl~" He said before humming to himself as he brought the Plastic bottle back to his lips. Another swig was taken followed by another loud exhale.
Daniel could only smirk and giggle as the woman called him a fiend. An arm covered his chest and the man let out a squeak like cry. "Noooo~! I'm too innocent~!" He cried out before bursting into a laugh. His arm fell back to his side as his teal gaze watched the woman drink. "Aw! You think I'm g... *hic*.. Guh.. Good looking~!" Although it sounded like a tease, getting a compliment from someone who constantly seemed to have distaste for him was quite flattering to the man. Though he would never admit that to someone so prideful, even if they were drunk. Who knows what she will remember tomorrow.
Curious, Dan leaned towards his companion in wonder as to what she wanted from him. As she whispered in his ear, the male shuddered slightly and nearly lost his balance against the bar counter. Of course he wasn't going to say no! He stayed completely still as her petite hands found their way towards his neck, now somewhat locked in place unless he wanted to trip and fall. "Well if you insist~ I also have a... *hic* room in the back with a bed... Most puh-..people use it to crash after long shifts but we could uuuuuse it!" He said in a drunken slur as if it was his best idea ever.
"Ma....My m- guh... My mouth is fiiiiine~... hehe... I'm a big boy that can hand....uh... Handle some pain~" He proclaimed with a puffed up chest as if it was something to be proud of. Of course after saying that, he held open his mouth with no qualms and let his tongue hang out. He'd had experiences before that required him to do this, lets not delve in to those just yet though. At this point, his breath was so potent and toxic from the sheer percentage of alcohol he consumed that someone simply smelling his breath would become intoxicated.
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With the other dipping down back under the bar, Camille was far too gone to really care. It almost looked as if the other disappeared. Their lenses looked around the bar to find the man. Looking to the left, then to the right, in front, and behind; there was no sign of him. Except there were some sounds coming from underneath. Was it possible for thunder to come down under? Those ashen lenses were dazed as the bottle of rubbing alcohol made its appearance along with Daniel. ’Is he ******** stupid or does he know that that bottle isn’t actually alcohol. Whatever the ******** ever, I sure ain’t his mother.’ Camille had roughly two years to experience the extent to which the other’s ability could go. Plenty of punching, beatings, kicks, and other assaults proved how much the other could take a beating. Something in past was probably mentioned that it took quite a bit for the other to get drunk off his own a**. This could have explained why his mysterious bottle was unfamiliar. Shusona was well aware of a variety of liquors considering that the adult juice was a close companion to her. The Devil’s drink does not deceive but it did have a nasty habit of loosening up people.
Eyes were blinked slowly as the answer was revealed. It slowly dawned on the owner of silver orbs that the drunk man had such intimate thoughts about her. ’I really shouldn’t be ******** surprised at this point. He will just think about anyone as long as they have a hole to have his meat shoved in.’ With a large yawn coming from those pretty glossed lips, it seemed the adult juice was making her a bit tired. Still, the young adult had no ******** idea what the brunette may have been talking about when he stated that she was alluring. ’I’m confident that he’s only saying that because I’m the only one who is willing to beat the s**t out of him.’ There was little explanation from him as to why this b***h was in any means attractive to the other. Physical looks were one thing and that was the only thing she assumed he meant. So many people only looked at the surface level since her mouth kept plenty of people away. More of that honey-color liquid came slipping into the poor adult. A loud swallow ensued as more of that fermented drink entered their s**t body.
The more Daniel talked then the more drunk he became to the woman. The little lady lifted her head so that at least her chin was now resting on the countertop. ’Why is he so god damn full of himself? And there is no way on God’s brown earth that HE is innocent. If he is innocent then I must be a saint. What a ******** liar. Does he get his rocks off from lying to people.’ At this point, Camille didn’t have the energy to voice much of her own opinion in all this. Thoughts may have came springing into her little gray cells but that sure didn’t mean that she’d be willing to share such information. Such sensitive information would probably be twisted to the other’s favor since Dan was an expert in the art.
Camille vaguely listened to what the other had to say. A bed was mentioned and their tongue was exposed for the other to examine. Onix-colored orbs looked closely towards the muscle, close enough where she could visibly smell the alcohol coming from his mouth. There was a strange scent to it but it further inhibited the girl. Those lipgloss covered lips gingerly kissed the area where she believed her fangs had sunk in. The area was kissed over and over slowly. Little small sounds came from each planted mark on the male’s tongue. The lady opened her mouth and took in the other’s muscle. Taste buds rubbed against taste buds in a somewhat tender motion. Eyes closed as the mind strictly concentrated on the feeling. With their tongues intertwining in each other’s mouth, eyes opened up just a crack to watch the other’s pleased expression. Moving away from the other, a thin but long trail of saliva kept the two connected.
”Instead of using something as vanilla as a bed, what about using your proclaimed fantasy about me. I’m sure something is thumping down below the belt, big boy. Unless you were telling me lies, because I can stop here for tonight.” Her voice came as a whisper. With little coordination due to be intoxicated, Camille climbed on top of the counter till her knees were firmly planted on the flat surface. Looking down at the other with a rather sultry expression, her voice came out honey-like. ”I think I made more than one boo-boo though, so won’t you help me out here?” Moving one knee in front of the other, fingers removed from his neck and were placed on either side of Dan’s shoulders. ”Won’t you be a good boy and carry me to the couch? I need to give my patient a thorough check-up. I can’t leave you in good conscience if I’ve made a bruise. I’ll make sure everything is alright down there.” Holding onto the male’s broad shoulders, the lady’s legs wrapped around the male’s hips. Shusona was whisked away to the couch by the drunk Daniel. A hot forehead was placed into the crook of the male’s neck until he seated himself down on the leather couch. There was plenty of space on it for many people to sit their ugly bums on it. For tonight, it would do more than just be a resting stop for people to chit chat and drink. Tonight it would have a more sensual job, well...that would depend on what the male said.
It wouldn’t quite be Camille if she wasn’t a little bit rough when Dan was pushed down onto the cushioned material. Smokey lenses looked down at the male’s black jeans. The metallic zipper somewhat gleamed brightly while the jazz continued to play in the background. With the exception for the music and their conversation, there was very little noise. It was nice but it was hardly anything to say aloud. ”How about you detail those little fantasies you said about me? I’m feeling a bit generous right now but maybe it could be the alcohol talking. Maybe I’ll throw in a little extra fun for you tonight depending on what your fantasies are. Think of it as a small gift for our unplanned reunion.”
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Mood: I’m going to catch the liar in the act...he better not pull a ******** Common Room act
I think I'm in: A corny a** place called the Sunlight Bar
What moron is with me now: Mr. Slut
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Lord Yozo
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 8:49 pm
Daniel, in all of his drunken demeanor, was quite surprised when the woman wrapped his lips around his tongue. The pink muscle did it's best to keep up with the woman's sensual attack. Perhaps he would be more dominant in this situation if he was not absolutely wasted. The brunette could not help but half-exhale and half-moan against the woman's lips. As the petite girl pulled away from him, a pout-like expression formed on his face amidst the already formed hazy and drunk expression there. At this point, his teal gaze was misted over with a glaze, obviously from the alcohol. He was so wasted he would agree to just about anything. Like an idiot.
The brunette had to try his best to keep focus on the woman's words. The mixture of alcohol and lust clouding his train of thought. The man's bright orbs trailed upwards as the woman climbed onto the counter, part of him was prepared to catch her from falling. Of course her hands were still on him so he doubted she would just fall over out of the blue. With a slight stumble, Daniel tried to think of a few of his "Fantasies" that he'd imagined with Camille in them. "Buh... Uhm..." Was all he could mutter out before the woman continued, seeming to roleplay as some kind of nurse and he the patient. Not that he was going to complain.
The brunette's hands instinctively grasped the woman's backside as she wrapped her legs around him, worried she might be too drunk to keep her legs firm on his hips. If he could remember tonight, he'd definitely appreciate one of the few times he could touch her without being physically and verbally attacked by the petite lioness. With one firm and slow foot after another, the dizzy man made his way towards the couch. All of his focus was put on not falling over with the small companion in his arms. Her skin pushing against his definitely wasn't helping keep his concentration, though part of him feared commenting with her canines so close to his skin.
As the man successfully made it all the way to the couch, Daniel slowly turned before sitting on the cushioned and welcoming couch. His glossed over eyes watched as the woman made herself comfortable over-top of him. If she was sober enough to notice, his member was eagerly pushing against his jeans. Hell, even someone just looking from the side would be able to see it pushing on the article of clothing. "This patient is feeling a... *hic* bit under the weather~" He said as if to play along with her antics. It wasn't too often that he was able to enjoy such sensual acts now when he had to constantly keep up an act around others. Daniel made a mental note to thank Camille later, whether either of them remembered or not.
His train of thought was whisked away as the woman asked him her original question once again. Raising a brow, the man pondered the question for a moment before his head lulled forward. "Hmm... I would say you - you being a.... *hic*... sexy nurse is in the realm of some f-...uh...fuhhh... fantasies! Role play is sexy~" He slurred out in a mess while struggling to remember a few words here and there. Though... In- uhm... Involving... Ba-... Ba ba ba... Bondage! Yea that's it! Thing's liiiiike bondage and toys also consist of my fantasies with you~" He said after losing his train of thought once, though he did not say who would be put in said bondage or who the toys would be used on. Either or would stimulate him all the same~
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The dull sound of Jazz was still playing in the background as the two finished what had been started. What felt like eternity probably only lasted a few hours at most. The smell of musk and arousal filled Daniels nose as he finished pushing the button of his jeans back on. Sadly he had no shirt to put on and had to stay somewhat indecent, the man could only hope that no one walked through the large front doors at this point in time. Though it probably wouldn't happen since the two had been alone for such a large amount of time anyhow. Perhaps the brunette just knew that his luck could not last forever and was half expecting to be caught like a TV Drama would catch someone in the act, just as the two finished.
Aqua crystals trailed down to the other who seemed to have regained their senses and seemed quite flustered. It was a strange sight to see, someone vehemently denying everything they had oh so recently done. With strands of fluids still on his tongue and somewhat on his lip, Daniel could only smile at Camille's vicious and condescending words. Though a brow was undoubtedly raised as the woman seemed to be cut off mid sentence. Just what was that? The brunette decided that he would question the action later. For now the man decided that it was best to answer her questions to the best of his ability, with some fun of course.
"Well at one point you did say "I do"... Though I suppose you couldn't resist my charm~" He teased, his answer holding the truth while also being an attempt to push any buttons available to him. After all, just because he was locked in stating what was truly on his mind, that did not mean he could not poke at the onyx-haired tyrant. Her reactions were absolutely the best and he refused to miss out on them! Daniel had to admit though that it was nice to be promised such grandeur things even though it was from an inebriated version of the feisty girl before him. Though unless asked he would never admit such mushy and almost romantic things.
Daniel quietly stretched his arms over his head as he made himself comfortable on his semi-expensive couch. The thought of replacing such furniture due to liquid spills always upset him but perhaps it wasn't so bad with these types of liquids. The brunette stifled a yawn before peeling one eye open to look over at the petite woman who seemed to still be upset with him. "Does that mean you don't want to marry me~?" He teased, pretending to be on the verge of crying.
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Fingers grasped at the edges of their disheveled attire, moving it about to cover most of their exposed skin. The fabric rubbed against their sensitive epidermis. Blueberry marks, that happened moments ago, were now visible. It caused a well-defined brow to be raised at these impressions. Based solely on their coloration, it looked like the hickies were fresh. Porcelain skin had been tampered with in this particular establishment. Unless someone else had come strolling in, done the deed, and walked right back out; the only person who could have done this was right in front of the hydra. With fingers moving onto their bottom attire, the liquid that coated slender thighs told more of this story. Thin pokers slipped up and touched what was perhaps the most sensitive area of the female body. A slight sudder confirmed it all, this assured that the two had reconnected once more. But how to feel about this? Since there was hardly anything in their memory about the few hours that passed, Camille could not recall what was spoken between the two. Considering what the male said, it looked as if she had made herself a fool.
With their fingers returning to their side, the flower’s senses slowly began to return. The first to penetrate her barrier was the jazz. Now that the saxophone was sweet talking in her cartilage, it seemed that their mind was clearing up a bit. The music wasn’t completely comprehensible but her attention was present enough to register these blue notes. The second noise to register was Daniel’s button pressing coercion. ”What ******** charm?! Your charm is on the same level as a punching bag. Why don’t you come a little closer so that I can beat you blue and purple.” Camille lifted a finger towards the opposite sex and beckoned them closer. Displeasure painted their face even though it was quite flushed. The alcohol may have not left their system but at least they were regaining some of their usual self. Their speech was still a bit slow, yet it showed who was finally in charge. ”I’m getting the picture here...” Their fingers rubbed the side of their temple, easing away the headache. It looked like she had done and ******** up these last few hours. ’How could I have possibly placed myself in this position?! The pieces are slowly coming together.’ The mixture of grays looked to the ring sitting on Daniel’s fingers. That little piece there was going to bite her in the a** sooner or later. ’If that thing is causing the throbbing in my head, then it looked like restrictions were placed on it. With the ‘I do’ she must have promised something to him. ’Did I just sign myself away to him for punching, money, a pair of ears, and getting pleasured?! This can’t be true...this just can’t be?! To be tied down with this man isn’t-’ Another throbbing slapped the hydra in the head. Their own thought couldn’t be finished, this time it made her wince.
”Marry?” Was there still a way out of this? Could it be possible to break things off and put some space in between the two? It was a tantalizing thought but Camille needed more information to work on. Their seeing devices opened up and concentrated on the other’s smug face. ”What did I promise you? What were the conditions placed?” There was no guarantee that the elder would know. It could be the very fact that she gave herself to him, that may have been the trade. If the 25-year-old gave him a ring, the family name; was that really all that was given? The young lass delved deeper into this. ’Why would he go along with this? I really don’t think he would accept these things without getting something in return. Why would he accept my last name, to be tied down...no, why would he be tied down?!’ More thoughts wanted to be spun but that single topic stalled everything else. Daniel was always someone who looked more like a free bird who jumped from one person to the next in terms of satisfying their urges. Something had to be up! The spitfire believed that the other was up to their usual antics of just pressing her in all the wrong directions. If this faux marriage was another one of his antics, then it was pushing her too far!
Listening to the other’s tone, a few speculations began to arise. The expressions on his face was the same as usual. It looked like the petite one only had so much wiggle room to move around in regards to these promises. If Daniel was tied down to four of her concerns then perhaps he had the capability of solving one of them. ”What the ******** ever!” Camille threw her arms in the air as a means of showing her exasperation. Leaning against the couch, eyes wandered to some droplets on the floor. Those onyx lenses followed the trails before seeing something on the wall. ’You have to be shitting me! Even over there! How the hell did I let this happen?!’ Raven strands strayed from side-to-side in order to sway away such thoughts. ”You said something about paying my bills. How exactly are you planning on doing that? I can go ahead and clear out your whole cashbox, I’d find some pleasure in there than this current situation.”
Legs pushed off the ground until the somewhat large man was standing before their counterpart. Jade lenses studied the figure as the petite doll seemed to be catching her bearings. Daniel had to resist the urge to tell the dainty flower just how alluring she looked while covered in marks and his essence. How jarring was this for the girl to handle? Just what could she remember? They pondered if she was someone a blackout drunk of sorts. Sadly he'd never experienced such interesting results from intoxicating oneself due to his regenerative factor. Firm arms promptly folded themselves in to his chest while waiting for a response of sorts from Camille. Perhaps she would simply leave things as is, though that was obviously wishful thinking from their part. As if it were clockwork, words spewed from the other's arousing lips. "It's good to see that she's still so feisty~" The thought appeared with little care to whether the female would be listening in. If he was going to be beaten anyways what was the point in acting reserved?
"I can't believe you still want to put your hands all over me! What a greedy girl after all~... Plus you already made me quite blue~" Daniel seemed to still be quite skilled at twisting the other's words even when mentally drained from previous endeavors. His words were followed by them gesturing to the small welting marks on his skin. When beckoned, of course the teasing male leaned towards his counterpart with a small smirk on their face. If a beating would calm Camille down then the brunette would gladly take one. No intentions were given that such beating would be wanted though. After waiting for a moment to either be hit or not to the woman's satisfaction, once he was either released or nothing happened, Daniel leaned back and stretched his arms once more.
It seemed that Camille would be caught in her own thoughts for quite a few moments. Brunette locks shifted about as aqua orbs searched his property. Looking behind themselves, the man quickly turned to face the quiet bar. Putting one foot in front of the other, they shuffled towards the drinking area. With a swift motion, a small glass and a bottle of clear liquid was in his hands. Confidently, the over sized man poured the wet substance in to the clear open container before placing the bottle back where it was procured. It seemed that was not the only thing that he was searching for. An arm was promptly reached over the wooden counter top. Positioned as such for quite a few moments, Daniel only pulled his limb from the depths when a piece of parchment found its way to their fingers. A small smirk arose on their alluring features as they returned to his original spot in front of the petite tyrant. While walking towards the raven-haired woman, the piece of thin paper was quickly rolled up and placed in the man's back pocket. Just what could it be? For now the brunette planned to keep such information to himself until the appropriate time arrived.
It seemed as soon as they approached the other, another wave of questions filled the room. Perhaps there was some kind of importance to the words that the inebriated version of his counterpart. Placing the unknown glass on the side-table next to the delicate flower, they gestured for the other to take it. "Water... Gotta stay hydrated after so much sweating~." The words came out with a thick undertone of implications. Daniel quietly tapped his chin to give the impression that they had to think long and hard for a good response. "Hmm... Conditions? I'm not one hundred percent suuuure~ Though I think you wanted me to take care of you. And perhaps the marriage part was something more than a mere role play. After all you did give me this ring when I promised to be yours, and yours alone~" The words were followed by them quietly examining his ring finger. It seemed that his memory was fogged from Camille's recent sensual attacks. What kind of sane man would remember everything presented to him when having such an alluring person all over them?
Teal orbs blinked more than a few times as he seemed to be patiently waiting for the other to process what had just been said. Was she regretting what she had done? Then again only someone like Daniel could live without regretting doing such actions, so it would be a bit strange if there was no conflicts from her past actions. Pondering the thought, it seemed that Camille came to the conclusion of not worrying about such things. At least that's what the man could gleam from her explosive remark.
A small smile formed on their soft lips as the raven-haired woman's question arose from the depths of her wants. Obviously she had every intention to cash in on one of the more lucrative promises made. Though like everything the large man did, he had a small plan to help iron out such things. Reaching behind himself, Daniel gingerly pulled out the mysterious piece of parchment that was hidden away earlier. Unfurling the piece of paper, they presented the document to the woman. "I'm glad you asked~ I can put you on my payroll! You could even build up your resume and have a glowing recommendation from yours truly! I won't even ask you to do much when it comes to bar management! All that would be required would be a few managerial tasks that I'm not to amazing at balancing..." Words poured out as if he was doing an ad read, trying his best to sell the job to the delicate tyrant before him. "Or... You could legally marry me and get half of everything I own~ But I assure you, the wedding would be splendid and I would invite everyone I could~!" Although the words that were followed up with the ad read sounded friendly and a smile was on the man's face, a layer of plotting could be gleamed from his words.
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[OOC]
Hope the kind
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 12:10 am
In a dimly lit room is where the story begins. Inside its confines was a bed and some furniture that would suit any visitor that wished to be housed in such a space. If one was still, they could hear the slight exhales of air. Squinting in the darkness, a small shadowy mound of mass could be seen on the bed. Upon what could be called comfortable material, a young woman lay. With their body slowly rising and falling, accompanied with soft exhales coming in precise intervals, the individual was asleep. Overall, the hydra was quite still considering the events of last night. It looked as if the young spitfire had found themselves in a compromising situation. The mere reflection contorted the lady’s features, and some stirring commenced on their end. Eyelids peeled back to reveal steel gems that looked aimlessly in the darkness. ’It…..was it all real.’ The clothed specimen curled themselves upon the comfortable material. The previous day’s exchange was already echoing around her chamber. The memory was fresh and perhaps a turning point in their uneventful life.
Camille was regaining a bit of their spunk after the unmeasurable amount of alcohol was consumed. As poorly as it was to admit it, the two’s exchange of heat had lifted some of the fog that clouded their judgement. Alcohol and the hydra didn’t always go hand-in-hand with one another. The devil’s juice made those glossy lips a bit loose along with her behavior. If not for some video recordings that had sparsely been collected, she would have never believed it. That point of no return was quite murky. There was no designated amount of alcohol that would turn that strange Camille on. How much the woman could drink and stay herself varied and truthfully, it was a gamble. Yet it was a gamble worth taking when: 1)Drinks were free 2)They weren’t going to remember s**t anyways 3)Most of their company didn’t poke and prod them about their behavior. With the brunette, two/third of the pros weighed a bit of that one con. It was a pretty big con but considering she’d be able to punch his light outs, it was worth it. However, besides the personality flop there was the fact that her abilities were inhibited. Psychic energy was a matter of being able to concentrate that power. Kind of hard to do that when you’re drunk off your a**.
A disgruntled sigh left those drowsy lips upon recalling the male’s initial words. There were marks on the male’s flesh that would have healed by now. Last night there were a handful of blueberries on the other’s skin and it wasn’t as if the male made those marks himself. But at least it was clear that Dan’s words were meant to get an reaction. Yes, she fell for it: hook, line and sinker! A clenched fish smased straight into the other’s face. With a body still numb from the amber liquid, all that was felt was the satisfaction of causing pain to the other. Words were never the flower’s strong point, actions usually did the talking for her anyways. No matter how many “no’s” were spoken, plenty of people were bound to not get the message that Camille wanted them to back off. Well, it truly was unfortunate that the teal-eyed individual was still all smiles after the hit. The look of surprise may have washed on their face momentarily but it was quickly swept away just like his wound.
Hues of gris stared skeptically at the clear liquid placed. It wasn’t the fact that they distrusted the opposite sex, well there was that factor too. More ball crunching words were itching against her eardrums. No matter how many times Camille had planted her fists, feet, and teeth into the other, he didn’t give up. It was tiring but somewhat tolerable at the same time. Fingers gripped the glass but were oddly close to crushing the retainer after hearing what Daniel had to say. Lips gulped down the liquid while a look of disgust rang on their face. It was ******** ridiculous that the human body relied so much on this life source called water. Such a thing was absolutely disgusting and it had this strange mineral taste to it. Only after adding some flavoring to this bland drink could it be considered tolerable. ”You ******** a**, all you did was enjoy yourself. I hope you got your rocks off from that ******** little underhanded method. That’s the last time I’m going to drink with you.” Their tone heavily implied their disdain as an empty glass was placed back on the table. A burp soon followed, and quickly accompanied by some chest beatings. Their gaze quickly spelled out that Daniel shouldn’t ******** say a little thing unless he wanted another punch to the face. At least Camille did give the other’s words some thought. ’I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. Why couldn’t my drunk a** self just give him an instruction manual. What the hell was wrong with me! ********! As much as I ******** hate to admit it the trade would be…..fair. Uhhhh! Why! Why! Why! Why!’ The hydra mentally bashed themselves and tried to find answers for questions that would never be answered.
When the two talked about work, it looked like things were finally getting a bit more serious. At least work was a lot better than actually stealing from a cash drawer. Believe it or not, this flower wasn’t a completely bad character. There were some decent points in there among the s**t that she said. Daniel was doing a bit well there too before they brought up the marriage aspect. That comment deserved the foot that went straight under the belt. Lips were gravitating towards the ground until they resumed with their conversation. ”I’m not in the mood for your ******** jokes.” That was all that was said on the matter of marriage. The two continued to talk about business, what the job entailed and other factors that a curious individual may be for a job. At least this interviewer, if you could call Dan that, didn’t have sex on the mind right now. Well, hopefully that would last longer than the jokes he kept spewing from his mouth. Camille’s foot kept itself pressed on the family jewels to show how real her threat and mood was. The conversation and paperwork lasted roughly two hours before they decided to call it a night. There was no way in hell that the hydra would allow the other to sleep anywhere near her. Of course she took the bed! Not only was it offered but she made it explicitly clear that the woman had no desire to see his mug around them. The door was shut behind before the caressing lull of sleep overcame the feisty creature.
Sounds came from the otherside of the door. Ashen orbs rolled over to the source lazily. The girl was still drowsy and the pounding in their head was not helping. Well, they were bound to get a hangover from the amount of whiskey that was downed. It didn’t help that a family member went and interviewed them in the wee hours of the morning. Camille had to take a few more drinks to tolerate the other’s questions. The half-downed whiskey cup and cellular device were left outside their room so that their cousin could not bother them in their self-deserving reward of sleep. Anyways, back to the present! Spitfire may have had their eyes awake but not everything was fully functioning up in the noggin. A strong desire for more sleep was overcoming them as the sounds outside were somewhat comforting to hear. Such a thing would never be verbally said, at least not without some fight on her end. Lids slowly closed over their cloudy crystals as the noise continued. Right about this time, Camille’s cellular device rang suddenly on the counterop. The face of the screen read Sugar Daddy #7. The ringing would continue until the cellular device was answered. Yet, the flower seemed content with the world of dreams than whatever money could be gained through that one call.
Mood: Tired, so no one better ******** wake me up!
What time was it? Did it truly matter to someone who barely required rest? A small yawn escaped from the one's lips as aqua lenses examined their surroundings. Memories quickly resurfaced in the man's mind and a small smile could be seen forming on their face. Although it was a roundabout way of doing so, Daniel had managed to keep such an interesting girl around! To say he was giddy was an understatement. In a swift yet casual motion the brunette was sitting atop the cushions and taking in his surroundings. Jade crystals peered towards the windows to guesstimate the current time. Seeing that the sun had not yet begun to shine through the translucent pieces of glass, they assumed that it was quite early. Though waking up after only a few hours of rest with full energy was not something new to Daniel. In fact it was welcomed, especially on days like so where much work was to be done! Brunette locks were brushed to look natural with large hands before they gingerly stepped on to their feet.
The first noticeable thing that reached them was the low sound of jazz still playing. It seemed that after spending so much time the night before with sleeping beauty, he forgot to turn off the speakers! A frown splayed on their face for a moment as the thought of his electric bill flashed in his mind. Well, it was better to say that the man was dreading the fact that he would be scolded by his co-workers for being so forgetful. Long arms stretched over their head as the brunette made his way towards the bar where everything he needed was.
The first thing that Daniel did was turn off the music, silence washed over the bar as the speakers were quickly muted. Aqua orbs flicked towards the now locked door out of curiosity. Hearing no noise after a few moments, the man safely assumed that their counterpart was fast asleep. Lenses shifted to the few pieces of parchment that had been signed by Camille and another smile formed on Daniel's lips. Perhaps the thin pieces of paper would be framed to commemorate such an event... And tease the raven-haired woman a bit.
The brunette turned his attention to the small closet in parallel to the other room the petite tyrant was in. Daniel shuffled towards the door and promptly swung the piece of wood open. Looking inside, they quietly searched for a change of clothes out of the numerous outfits that had been stored in the dusty space. Most outfits that hid here had never been used due to their odd purpose, perhaps with such a fiery woman around him, Daniel would find more situations where they needed a change of clothes. Though that was simply wishful thinking from their point of view. They quickly changed in to the most suitable set of fabrics before stepping out of the compressed room with a large smile on their face. The sleek yet warm jacket was set aside and the shady glasses were hung on his collar before they got to work.
Light humming could be heard coming from the person's diaphragm as they quietly began to clean cups and organize things around the bar. Once things were to the man's liking his gaze shifted to the sexual mess that was left behind the night before. "Time to get the mop I guess..." Words were mumbled aloud with no one to have them directed towards. A small sigh escaped from his lips as they grabbed the hidden away bucket with a wet cleaning tool sticking out of it. Daniel had to make his second home presentable!
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The sun was shining through the thick clouds looming above. The low chatter filled the streets as Daniel happily walked through the crowds. A few gazes could be felt by them as they continued to move, assuming that they were infatuated with his looks. Though he had no care to what they thought and simply wanted to return to his place of business.
A door could be heard unlocking from the front of the building before the large and welcoming slabs of wood were pushed open by the owner. Shaded glasses were covered over their face and the long jacket once removed was placed back on the man's person. Daniel could be seen holding a handful of drinks in a cup holder, coffee to be precise. The warm smell of ground coffee filled the room as they set the multiple covered and warm cups on the bar counter top. The brunette was not sure what Camille would like coffee-wise... so they simply ordered a few options from the menu while out for breakfast. Their hand casually reached for their own cup that was ordered and brought it to their soft lips. Thankfully heat was no problem to the brunette so they had no qualms with the burning sensation on their pink muscle.
Daniel was about to turn on some music to fill the room as he continued to work but his attempt was quickly cut off by the sudden sound of a ringing. Aqua eyes flicked towards the other end of the counter-top before falling on to a cellular device, Camille's to be exactly. They curiously toddled over to the device to see just who was calling so early in the morning. "Sugar daddy number seven... Hm..." The words came out in a somewhat cautious tone. Daniel slowly reached for the phone before checking to see if the raven-haired petal was coming out of the room. A small sigh of relief was released from the man before he promptly grabbed and answered the phone, though he would not say anything... yet.
"Ah... Hello? My sweet Camille~? It's daddy... I wanted to let you know that I'll be in town for a few days! So how much do you want for the usual? Two-Thousand? I'm willing to offer more, if you throw in... A few extra offers of your own~. Of course I would expect the usual... Lunch to Dinner with a few rounds of fun times. So when could you fit me in so I could fit in you~ Haha... I jest! Mostly."
The words that reached his cartilage slowly began to irritate the man. Pay for sex? What kind of animal pays women for sex? Annoying thoughts filled their head but Daniel managed to control himself while quietly listening to the mouth breathing man on the other end of the line. "Ah... Well you see sir... It seems that Camille is having fun with Daddy number zero! Which means your services are no longer required~! You can sleep peacefully knowing that the pretty petal you want to fill with c** has more than enough money now~!" The happily spoken words were finished with a firm press of the "hang-up" button. For now the brunette had to resist the urge to delete the contacts that were on her phone. That would be far too petty for someone like him, they would have to convince the woman to do so of her own accord.
In a happy manner, though with an annoyed undertone seeping from Daniel, they quietly resumed their managerial work. Of course, that was only on the surface! Inside of their head the man was pondering just why he was so annoyed with the sweaty pig that had recently called. While the man himself had never offered or received money for sexual acts, they understood why certain people felt the urge to do so. So that left the question of what was getting under his skin! With a small glance at his ring finger, they scoffed to themselves before turning on the speakers to play whatever was popular on the radio. Surely he wasn't getting caught up in emotions... Right?
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