Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 26, 2015 16:55:57 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ AS HE WAS BUSY HAVING HIS OWN BIT OF FUN, Vince noticed that Iriel seemed to gradually be calming down, destroying the sketchbook having calmed his nerves somewhat. It was just a tad disappointing, which was probably why he had decided to be so rough on the poor drunk girl before he'd send her away. At the very least, Iriel wouldn't have to worry about her giggling anytime soon. Her tongue was going to be sore for a while that she might as well be mute. He chuckled at the thought. Course he couldn't help him with the thoughts he apparently heard, but given his rude dismissal, she probably was no longer interested. Oh well. Not his problem. With her out of the way again, he'd lean forward, resting his forearms on the table as Bitchcakes told him what he wanted, the demon smirking in amusement. "Be careful what you wish for." he warned, but had no problem giving him just what he wanted, managing to call over a waitress and give her the order for two mixes. It wasn't a regular order, but then again the demon had a hard time getting drunk on regular orders, needing to consume a large amount of alcohol before he'd start feeling drunk. Oh? You thought he was just going to get the bird something? Of course not! It was never fun being the sober one of the group, so he was going to join the fun as well, and see just how much alcohol the phoenix could actually take. So after the waitress went off to fetch the drinks, the demon would return his full attention to the now seemingly tired bird. "All the more reason to get you shitfaced." he nodded, only further encouraged to go through with his plans. Of course now that he was not so angry, Vincent was finding himself just a tad bored, instead remaining quiet for a bit as he continued to stare with those glowing red eyes. "Where'd you get that shitty choker anyway?" he decided to ask. Yes, the boy's fashion sense was weird, but the demon did find it strangely familiar. Unfortunately his memories tended to mix and blend, making it hard to remember any further than a century, so any attempt to remember why it was so familiar to him was completely lost. "I mean I know some people will suffer for fashion for some damned reason but that looks pretty tight." Dare anyone try to stick something like that on the demon. Actually, someone had tried something similar before. They hadn't had the chance to try it again either once he was done with them. "The heels were bad enough." he scoffed, eyes narrowing at the memory. He swore he could still hear that constant clicking. Not long after, the waitress had managed to return with two drinks in hand, setting them on the table in front of the respective two. Once she was gone again though, Vincent put his hand over the Iriel's glass, keeping him from getting it right away. "What do you say, Bitchcakes?" Was he expecting a thank you? Or perhaps something else. Either way, he wasn't giving the bird a drink until he'd say something. Iriel Parker | vincent ain't no fix-it felix //shot but he might end up helping him out in his own twisted way if persuaded to :P MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 17:37:07 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -persuaded you say...yes, help the poor baby you twisted thing! But poor Iriel wants his drink now | The teen kept his head down, rubbing his temples for a bit longer before finally stopping. Leaning back in his chair he groaned. God, this sucked so much ass right now. "I don't care right now." Vincent was right though, he really should be careful on what he wished for but to hell with it. He was going to get shit faced and remained shit faced for the rest of the night regardless of what might happen. If he stumbled out and fell asleep under a bridge then fine. If he woke up lost, then whatever. Wouldn't be the first time that would happen to him with his memory issues.
Iriel let Vincent handle the orders and really had no idea what he ordered. He figured it didn't matter what it was as long as it got the job done. The faster he got plastered the better he would be right now. He did pause in his thoughts to raise a brow in question at two orders being made. Seemed like Asshat was going to join him in his need to be gone with the wind. Charming. He didn't except for Vincent to become a one-night drinking buddy.
To be quite honest, Iriel had been wanting to be alone but found it rather pleasent not to be. Even if his company was one giant, walking, talking ass hole. He would take that over anything right now and at least his drink would be free. If Misha was here he would be all over his ass and dragging him back home to make him rest. Neil, well, he wasn't sure what he would do but he would disapprove of his actions as would Electra.
The sudden question over his fashionable choice of a choker caused him to stare straight on. The subject matter was not up for debate nor could he actually share the information on where he got it or why he was wearing it. The urge to spill everything came but the warning in his mind came along with it. Biting down on a lip ring, he shook his head and decided to lie. "I can't remember." He declared to make it sound as believable as possible.
"My heels where just fine. It's not my fault you didn't like the way they sounded." He promptly ignored the comment about the collar. Yes, it was tight but comfortable around his neck. The memory itself caused him to get a bit more depressed because it was, in all reality, his own fault for being collared. His sweet nature caused him to get into this mess when he knew better. He tired not to think on it and reached for his drink.
His hand rested around it while Asshat rested his own on the top of it. What should he say? Did he want a thank you? He didn't seem the type to want that kind of thing at all. "What do you want me to say?" he asked with a sigh. "Just give it to me..."
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 26, 2015 18:16:43 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ TRY AS HE MIGHT, doing this the easy way wasn't exactly easy. Iriel still was dodging his questions, giving him unsatisfying answers to his prying questions. He didn't believe him for one second. Vince might have not seemed like much, but he was no fool. He'd been around the block enough times to see the signs, to read people, and this fucking bird really was an awful liar, as convincing as he tried to be. But the way he'd hesitated... it almost seemed like... "You're killing me, kid." he sighed, brushing it off for now as getting a straight answer really wasn't going to cut it. But maybe he could try something else. That could wait for now though, as drinks were both his and Iriel's main concern at the moment and the demon was eager to get a bit drunk himself at this point. Even he was starting to feel frustrated by being in the bird's company alone. Funny how that worked. Almost like a virus. "Your heels would have ended up like your book down there if you hadn't struck a deal." he admitted as he nodded down to the ashes at the floor. Oh he was quite tempted, but contract or no contract, Vincent was loyal to duty at any rate. When a deal was made, he kept up his end of the bargain, no matter how annoying it could be. "You are just fortunate I have a far better temper than you." As if. Iriel was just fortunate he hadn't had the pleasure of seeing the demon absolutely mad. It made his usual attitude seem pretty tame. Speaking of the bird's temper, Vincent smirked as he began to get impatient almost immediately. "Not even a little bit of gratitude." he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment. "I don't even know why I bother with you, really. It's almost like you don't even appreciate my company." He couldn't even keep a straight face as he spoke. "As far as what I want is concerned, there's plenty of things I'd like to come out of that loud mouth of yours. Sadly, you don't look like you have any intention of sharing them with me." he sighed. Which was no longer why he was going to try asking outright anymore. "I think, at the very least, you can beg for it since you want it so bad." he stated, pulling it a bit away from the bird with every intention of taking it away if he didn't feel like complying. It was coming out of his pocket anyway, even if he didn't know it. Like hell the demon was actually going to pay for this shit. "Might as well get used to it, after all. Considering the route you're headed." he smiled. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 18:39:16 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -writing Iriel like this is a bit tough XD but so much fun | The drink was so close and in his hand but he couldn't take the damn thing until Vincent let go of it. Iriel sighed and leaned his head on his hand. "How sweet of you." He stated softy. So, the demon wanted some gratitude after all. Huh, that was almost comical really. "I would of said thank you but it looked like you wanted me to say something other then that." He explained with a small shrug of the shoulders.
His thumb idly caraessed the drink while trying to wait patiently for him to have it. "It's not that I don't like your company its just you happened to catch me at a real bad time." Surprisingly, it was an honest to god answer from the bird. He really didn't hate Asshat, he did kind of like him but he also wanted to slap him at the same time. Call it, a love/hate relationship if you will.
Iriel couldn't help but chuckle and look rather amused with the demon. "That so? Well, I guess if you want those things to come flying out you might have to try a different tactic." Iriel dropped the little hint right there. It was all about the wording when it came to his choker and that was the difficult part. He wasn't allowed to communicate in any manner over the subject but surely there would be a loophole if he looked hard enough.
His hand clinched the drink harder and kept the demon from pulling his drink away. He needed it and Asshat knew it. As soon as he was shitfaced the better he would feel and that damn drink would do it for him. He had been drinking for hours now and was so close to reaching Shitface Express. "Beg?" The irritation returned to the bird slowly. "Fine, can I please have my drink? I will make it up to you." It took all he had to keep his eyes from rolling.
"And what route is it that I'm taking?" He inquired, wondering here the Asshat might be taking this conversation. That bit really caught the birds full attention and it showed. His index finger moved and jabbed Asshat in the hand while still holding onto the glass.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 26, 2015 19:03:42 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ YES, YES, he was incredibly sweet, he knew all about that. The demon rolled his eyes at the thought, but at least the phoenix knew him well enough to know simple gratitude wasn't at all what he wanted. In fact he could care less about whether the bird was actually fucking thankful. Being thankful didn't do shit for him. No, he wanted something else, and he was sure Iriel had a pretty good idea if he'd paid any attention whatsoever. Then again, he could have very well have just been slow, having a hard time as it was with the memory of a goldfish. "Or maybe I'm showing up right when I need to." he suggested with a smirk. Call him the fucking anti-christ if you wanted. Hallelujah and all that other holier-than-thou bullshit the angels like to spew out of their mouths on a regular basis. "For all you know, you might have accidentally summoned me." Not really. He certainly would have known if he had, but accidents had happened before. Always such a waste of time they were, and he was hoping this wasn't going to be one of them. Of course, thanks to his reluctance to say what he wanted to hear, it was certainly starting to look that way. Or maybe not. Vincent quirked a brow as Bitchcake responded, suggesting he ask different questions. It was a pretty obvious hint, one that the demon actually took into consideration. "I'll keep that in mind." he responded gruffly. All of this was just making his theory more likely, but a half-assed answer wasn't much of a satisfying one. If he was right, he wanted to know all the details. But the focus was soon back to the drinks and the bird really was desperate to get his drink back. Iriel could try, but sadly Vincent was the stronger of the two in brute strength alone, so even as he tried to pull back, the glass didn't budge, but that meant it didn't go further from him either, which was the best he could hope for. Fortunately for him, he was willing to humor the demon, though sadly wasn't very convincing either. He might have to teach him how to lie better if he was going to insist on constantly putting up an act. It was almost insulting, really. His interest did peek at the promise that he'd make it up to him though, the demon smiling at the thought. "And how do you plan on doing that?" he asked, still not relinquishing his hold. Iriel however was interested in something else now though and Vince flinched slightly as he felt his thumb jab into his hand. It hadn't hurt, the demon far too durable for that, but it certainly wasn't pleasant, nor appreciated. "A route I'm far too familiar with." he admitted, eyes narrowed. If the bird was going to be vague, than so was he. It was only fair, right? He smirked at the thought. Iriel Parker | he's such a sassy little brat, i love it lol <3 MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 19:23:31 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -I adore vincent so much. | Now it was Iriel's turn to look at the demon oddly. His eyes came together with suspicion and thought. Now, Iriel was a slow bird and there wasn't much helping that but he wasn't unintelligent. The bird was a smart cookie when he was able to think clearly. How else was he able to void not being murdered yet for his feathers and what not. He had lived many lives and somethings stuck with him even if he couldn't recall them. The bits that did travel through him from past lives were now coming into use.
Common sense dictated that he had no ability to summon the demon. No item, no name, no contract, thus it would not be possible to call him. As he highly doubted he would respond to: Get your tight ass over here, Asshat. "We both know I don't have that skill." He commented, trying to pull the glass towards him again, finger now merely resting on Vincent's hand. "And if I did, I wouldn't summon you for a mere drink nor for a..." He paused with a small laugh as he did not finish the rest of his sentence that came to mind.
That unblinking trademark returned to the bird as he just stared at the demon. His mind was all ready pretty foggy from the amount he consumed hours ago. Still, it as in working order to work on this conversation and not zone out as it normally would when sober. "Hmm, I figured you would just hold me to it after letting me have my drink. It's more your style, isn't? Catching your prey at their weakest moment before striking?"
Slowly, Iriel rose a brow and then broke it back down with closed eyes. His free hand came to pinch the bridge of his nose with slight frustration. "I'm no demon, your route is far different then my own and far less complicated." Once again, he tired to pull his drink forward in hopes Vincent would let go of it.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 26, 2015 20:14:23 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ VINCENT COULD ONLY ROLL HIS EYES, not too thrilled with deducing skills apparently. "Must you always be such a smart ass." he scoffed. Couldn't even just play along, what a total bore. He knew well enough he hadn't. Really, if he was summoned Vince certainly wouldn't have shown up in human form. He'd be in his true form, a form that might even manage to terrify the mindless drunks in here. That and he was sort of under a contract already and could only be summoned by his current master, but he didn't want to stress those details. The phoenix surprisingly knew him well enough though, the demon actually a bit impressed if the expression on his face was anything to go by. "I can't decide if I'm strangely honored or concerned that you know my methods." he smirked darkly. But what Iriel said was truth, he'd certainly be saving that favor for later. And you'd be damn well sure he'd take advantage of it when the time come. Never make false promises to a demon, after all. It could turn out quite deadly, even for the immortal phoenix. He didn't let go though. Not yet anyway. What he'd said appeared to have irritated the bird though and Vince couldn't help but find pleasure in that fact. "Fair enough. It is pretty different." he nodded. To consider their kinds equal in any way was simply ridiculous. But he still stood by his words. "But even we have some similarities, Bitchcakes." he said, almost sounding disgusted by the mere thought. He didn't bother to elaborate though, once again content with giving the bird half-assed answers. But he did get his drink this time, though not before a fire from the demon's palm would ignite the alcohol, causing a small blue fire to lace the top of the drink. "Have at it." he sat back, grabbing his own and taking himself a drink. "Don't come crying to me when you wake up in a ditch, though." he laughed. He wanted the hard stuff? This drink would knock him off his ass in no time. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 20:47:55 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: --Iriel, your going to be SO drunk. Heaven help you. | Iriel smiled lightly though it was a bit of drunk smile. "Hey, someones gotta be the smartass here. I just excel at it." Iriel found that to be a bit too comical in his mind. Enough so that he laughed for a brief moment. Then, it was gone. The amusement still played on his face with Vincent looking a bit...caught off guard was it? Hmm, he wasn't too sure what to call that experssion he just received but it made him smile like an imp.
"Take it anyway you please, Asshat. Anyway at all." That was one thing Iriel was somewhat good at. If given the time and enough patience he could people watch all day long and nail them down after a while. Asshat, was one of them. It wasn't too hard to figure out the demons methods but still, it was fun to see what other things he could guess at. Weither he failed or not didn't matter.
After that, he allowed Vincent to just take it all in and deal with it. But as soon as that grip loosened on the glass, Iriel took that moment and pulled the drink forward. he was a bit impressed with the flame for half a second. Being impatient, he lowered his hand over the blue flame and put it out without flinching. Once the flame was put out, he downed the drink. Setting the half empty glass down, he waited a moment and then finished it off without a second thought.
Not the best idea in the world but Iriel just didn't give a shit. That fast it went into his system the faster he could forget his life for a moment and pass out in a corner. "That was good..." Maybe a bit too good to be honest. The idiot, downing a drink like that he was so going to feel that later.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Aug 2, 2015 19:56:16 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ WELL, the kid wasn't wrong there. It was an achievement to actually be even more of an ass than a demon, so he'd give him credit for that, shrugging in a nonchalant way. It was about as good as praise he could expect. "Fair enough, pretty boy." he'd chuckle. He was just fortunate it was the right kind of smartass that didn't piss the demon off too much. Or maybe it actually had and there was a whole other reason as to why he hadn't torn into the kid's throat and silence him for good. But he wasn't about to give away all of his secrets. That would just be stupid of him, and the evil creature was far from stupid. Every act had a plan, every shortcoming was premeditated. Or maybe he just liked to think he was in control of everything. "Let's just hope for your sake, you don't have to find out my methods through first hand experience." he smirked, an expression that hardly looked comforting. It wasn't meant to. Really, the phoenix ought to be praising whatever gods out there that the demon hadn't tried anything yet. Better yet, he should be praising Vincent. Course he wasn't going to expect as much. Certainly not with the bird in his current mood! But was he disappointed? Not at all. While he didn't have a grateful little bird caught in his claws, he did have a drunken teen with a bad attitude that the demon found he absolutely adored. So it was still a win in his book. That could change though, the longer their time together went. After giving the boy his drink, Vincent had sat back in his seat, taking his drink with him and dunking it back, consuming a large amount the first go. He always had a harder time getting drunk, blaming that on the literal fire burning inside, burning it off before it could really set into his system. That was why he'd end up drinking nearly his weight in alcohol, though that usually cost him about an arm and a leg to accomplish. Good thing the bodyguard business paid well enough. Once he set the half empty glass down, though, he was surprised to find Iriel had managed to keep up, a twisted grin tugging at the demon's features at the sight. He even took it a step further, downing the remainder shortly after, and Vincent wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to that. Other than amusement, of course. "You are going to be so fucking shitfaced." he stated the obvious, though maybe the bird hadn't taken his warning seriously and drank such a large amount of alcohol without thinking. Not that it necessarily mattered. He'd lean forward again, a glint in his eyes that could hardly mean anything good. "I wonder how loose those lips will be once you are so drunk off your ass." he thought out loud. Perhaps he'd have better luck getting stuff out of him when he was absolutely intoxicated. Hell, if that didn't work out, he always had that promise that the bird would be much less of a prude with alcohol in his system. He supposed he'd get his fun one way or another, the scarred man practically purring at the thought as he decided to even the odds and finish his own drink. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into" Or out of for that matter "since the last time we talked?" he questioned with a hum, not necessarily jumping right into it, but testing the waters a bit after giving the phoenix enough time to let that alcohol settle in. Iriel Parker | heaven can't save you now! also sorry this took so long ;; MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Aug 2, 2015 21:04:07 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -tis all good ^^ Vincent, your gonna have a lot of fun, aren't you? | The teen leaned back in his seat, running a hand through the base of his mohawk. His motions did little to the short spikes. Pinching the bridge of his nose he closed his eyes and let the liquor settle into his system. Not long ago, he was pretty damn buzzed by the time Vincent had found him and now. Well, now he was pretty sure he was shitfaced drunk. The boy did not drink often and so his constitution was a bit on the weak side even though he could handle a bit more then your average person. The flaming drink did do him in regardless and he just basked in it. This was what he was wanting. He wanted to be mind numbing stupid. Even though he had the urge to flip the demon off for being called a pretty boy, he didn’t. He just let the comment roll off the side of a cliff never to be seen again.
Dropping his hand from his face to the table the teen idly handled his empty glass. It was really sad that it was empty all ready. He wouldn’t protest another drink if it came his way but maybe it was best he didn’t have anymore to drink. Otherwise, he was going to be throwing his guts up in the morning. Sighing softly, he leaned his head into the palm of his hand. He could feel his rage slipping away slowly and allowing him to be a bit more mellow like he normally could be. This didn’t mean his inner fire burnt itself out because it was still very much alive just more contained then it had been moments ago.
Iriel half smiled at the demon while tapping a finger against his glass. ”Hmm?” His attention disappeared for half a second. ”I’m sure I’ll discover it sooner or later.” He chuckled. ”But, hopefully much later.” Stretching out, the phoenix extended his legs with a small groan. He plopped his ankles up on either side of Vincent’s chair. Now, he was perfectly comfortable. Picking his glass up in his hand he pointed at Vincent and then himself. ”Too late, think I’m already there.” Yep, with the word “already” being stretched out might indicate to the fact he might be a little fuzzy in the head. ”Been drinking long before you showed your sweet face.” Yep, he was drunk all right. He had just used the word “sweet” in a sentence to describe the demon.
Sitting the empty glass down once more he promptly ignored the demon for a moment. When he did return his attention to the demon he rolled his eyes dramatically. What kind of trouble did he get himself into? Oh, oh there was so much to be said about that! ”What haven’t gotten myself into!” He replied and peered at his glass. ”Sure ya would love at hear all ‘bout it too.” It was just so sad that he wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Unless, maybe there was a way around the command he hadn’t thought of just yet. Hmm, oh the possibilities!
”I want another one of these things….or something’.” He declared with humor. Moving his feet he tipped the toe of his boot into Vincent’s sides idly for a few seconds and then stopped. Remembering that the demon might just rip his feet off if he wasn’t careful, drunk or not. The bird frowned, ”Heh, If I had loose lips…ya would be abusing’ that.” Stating the oblivious! Good job!
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Aug 3, 2015 0:14:57 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ THAT HARDLY TOOK LONG AT ALL, the demon thought with a smirk, practically watching as the boy melt into an alcohol induced bliss, one he'd certainly be regretting come morning and Vincent could only imagine what a pathetic mess the boy would make when the inevitable hangover ensued. He was almost tempted to stick around and find out, but perhaps it was a better idea to stay a good distance. He certainly wouldn't want him puking up his lunch all over him, after all! That would just kill the mood. He shook his head at the thought, half tempted to order himself another, but deciding to pace himself out. Didn't want to get himself too incoherent, after all, or else all this work would be in vain. The demon quirked a brow as the bird had decided to make himself comfortable, using Vincent's seat as a foot stool as he'd stretch out. He might have pushed him off, but decided to leave the kid be for now, only to end up regretting it later. Turned out the kid had been drinking well before Vince had showed. Color him surprised! Except not really. He could smell the alcohol on him a mile away, and the way his eyes appeared glazed over just made it all the more obvious. But the demon certainly hadn't minded worsening the boys condition. Or, well, as far as Iriel was probably concerned, he'd made it better by getting him that devil's concoction. He could only snort at the use of sweet though. Definitely drunk. This should make things a bit easier. Except it really hadn't. He was still obviously coherent enough to evade his questions, or maybe that might have been part of a spell. After all, the more he'd examined and watched the phoenix practically squirm under the microscope, the more he correct he felt in his assumption. After all, a demon should be able to sense a bit of magic after all, yeah? Especially if he happened to have dealt with witches and sorcerers plenty back in the day thanks to his contracts. But would really announcing his discovery really do much? If he couldn't talk about it, it wasn't as if he could really confirm it. And honestly, there was no point in knowing what was going on if he didn't have the details of knowing who it was that had managed to fuck over his sweet little bird. He did warn him, after all. That his kindness would get him killed. He just hadn't listened, which was why Vince wasn't being too awfully sympathetic. That and, well, he was a demon, being an asshole was sort of expected of him. His brows furrowed as he felt a little jab in his side as Iriel had announced he wanted more. Oh, he was quite tempted to break his ankles, but that probably wouldn't help the bird talk more, would it? And fortunately Bitchcakes seemed to have caught on, stopping shortly after before Vince could do anything rash. "Give me a good reason why I should get you anymore?" Other than the fact that Vince had no intention of paying and all of this would be falling on Iriel who was oblivious to it all, but that was besides the point. "Can't say you've been giving me much." he chuckled. Hey, no need to be shy about it. Vince was obviously a man of trade. If he was going to do something, he expected something in return. It was only fair, right? "Besides, you'll end up as a vegetable at this rate." he snickered, "and I don't think your master would be too keen about that." he spoke so casually that the term might have been missed. Iriel Parker | i've been kind of tiptoeing around the master thing, so do let me know if you'd rather me not bring it up yet MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Iriel Parker on Aug 3, 2015 2:59:17 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -You can bring it up if you like, I mostly just wing everything lol. Iriel though...its bad to play footsie with a demon | Iriel was going to regret his choice of getting wasted when morning came. He wouldn’t be able to function at school and who knew what Neil would say. The werewolf would probably be less then impressed with his roommate and possibly fetch him some eggs as payback. Yes, Sir. Iriel was going to be worshipping the Porcelain God or have one hell of a headache. Hell, with his luck he might actually experience both!
It didn’t take a rocket scientist for the bird to pick up on the fact that he had briefly annoyed the demon. His feet kept still as he just stared at Vincent with an amused expression. It’s quite possibly be because he was drunk that he found most of the demons words to be a bit amusing to him. It hadn’t occurred to the bird that Vincent was snooping around for answers still about his problem. In hindsight, he should of honestly followed the mans advice. Iriel was a very kind soul and too kind at that. It was what got him into this whole mess. His kindness lead him to falsehood, to be made into a pet, and worse now with following the orders of a tiny vampire. Oh, if Vincent ever learned of who his master was he would laugh for ages. It would be a constant joke and jab to his shame. The boy had his pride shattered all ready and he was in for more of that, that much was fairly certain. Asshat would see to his shame becoming worse.
The teen looked at the other with a raised brow. It appeared that he wanted a good reason to give him more as well as perhaps give something in return. He scratched at his chin in thought, ”Because I secretly entertain you.” He purred with a grin. Hmm, nope, that wouldn’t fly would it. ”Well, what would you like?” Iriel’s tab was growing bigger and bigger it seemed this night. He wasn’t real certain on how much money he had on him but it looked like he would have to worry about that at some point tonight. With a small chuckle, his foot brushed against Vincent’s side playfully. He couldn’t help but do it once more before his playfulness was outright murdered.
He looked suddenly very annoyed and snorted, ”Fuck her,” His right hand waved off into the air as if to brush that subject away, or rather his master. ”I can do what I want. When I want. I don’t need her permission to get--to get---drunk.” For a brief moment, Iriel had forgotten what he was about to say before it finally came back to him full force.
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