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Offline Draconian

Too Much To Take [neph!]
« on: December 25, 2017, 11:31:27 pm »
It was odd to feel so empty.

Well no. Everett pushed his dark hair over his shoulder and stared at his reflection in the window, frowning at it. Making sure his collar was popped up to make himself a little more inconspicuous as he wandered the streets. He'd known it was part of his duty as one of the Kingschilde's to carry on the family name. He didn't think it'd happen... So soon. He played with the ring in his pocket while the wandering happened.

Today, earlier that afternoon, had been their first meeting. He couldn't really remember what her name was. He'd been too dazed. Confused. Pretty eyes maybe? Everett knew there was a date for the wedding - after an appropriate amount of pretend-time for pretend-wooing - already a date for doctors after the date for the wedding. The next three years were planned out for him. A deep breath and he closed his eyes.

Everett knew there was only one solution to his little problem.

He needed to get fucking drunk.

Not up here though. He needed to wander more. Everett pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed his hands to his face before slapping his cheeks a few times so he was more... aware of where he was. Because hot damn he didn't remember coming here. The music wasn't great and he knew he stuck out like a sore thumb. His hair was all long and silky looking. His suit was crisp. He smelled good while the bar smelled... Not so good.

The guy at the door though. Everett glanced at him on his way by, eyeing him up. Staring at his horns. It would be rude to ask to pet the horns. Don't ask that.  The steps were careful and he found himself at the counter, taking a seat and pressing his hands to his face again and taking a deep breath.

"Didja lose your way?" The bartender asked, a punky kid with spikey teal hair, brilliant blue eyes an an assortment of tattoo's and piercings.  He gave Everett a few looks over, taking in his jewelry. The earings and the gold of his eyes, the tanned shade of his skin. Everett knew he looked like old money but right now..

"Nah," Everett said, voice soft, tapping the bar and extending his wrist over the payment display, carefully tapping for an open tab. A glance over at the guy with horns and he nodded to the bartender, "Can you put him on my tab?" The punky kid glanced to him and then back at Everett, looking confused before giving a shrug hitting a few buttons on his side of the device.

"I want the most alcoholic, drunkiestmaking thing you got," Everett said once the payment was figured out, hands flat on the counter that was thankfully not sticky. A grin from the kid and some strange lime green drink in a tall glass was placed before him. It smelled like strawberries and tasted like watermelon. Strange mix. Everett finished it quickly and then got four more.

Another glance over his shoulder. Feeling bold. Mouth tasting like sugar. Under the guise of needing air, he wandered towards the door, leaning on the wall beside the tall horned guy. "You're really big," Everett said, voice a little slurred before he shoved his hand in his front pants pocket, frowning at the ring his fingers brushed before he pulled out a little card protector. Snapping it open, he handed the giant man a card.

 Everett Kingschilde, VP. Nice and vague.

"You know," Everett had sleepy eyes, flushed cheeks and he gave a silly smile, "Always looking for a personal guard. Do you do much guarding? Or do you just do this. You're really really big," He gasped again, moving to stand closer and measuring the top of his head against the bouncer with one hand, looking aghast and shocked at how sort of short he was. Everett wasn't a short man! He was tallish! 

"It'd pay so good," He nodded, eyes falling closed, "Stuck in Adstreia for a while for business if you're interested." Everett made a finger gun before he curled in his index finger to make it a thumbs up,  "You should join me for a drink when you have a minute, talk business. I'm super important. Super duper important and you're really big. It'd be great." Another big grin and Everett wandered back to his seat, pushing his hands through his dark hair and tapping the bar for another whatever it was.

"can I have the recipe for this?" He said, pointing at it and making the bartender laugh. Everett glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the bouncer, giving a little wave, "It'd pay real good. Promise." And he pat the chair beside his in a - he hoped - enticing manner. Perfectly rational time to be talking business. But that guy was huge and if he was going to be stuck in Adstreia why not have a local be his personal bodyguard while he was here? It was a great, great plan.

Offline nephero

Re: Too Much To Take [neph!]
« Reply #1 on: December 26, 2017, 01:02:53 pm »
   They never got that heavy a crowd in the Bottom of the Barrel. It was a small place, out of the way, and just beyond dive-y to avoid even the most pretentious hipster crowd. Usually it was only regulars, plus the oddball surly stranger who smelled like this was just another in a long list of stops for the evening.

   Occasionally someone who didn’t know better wandered in by accident or on a dare or just so they could begin the long and lonely process of becoming one of the ‘regulars’. Tonight was no different, but at the same time, usually those who stumbled in on accident weren’t nearly so well put together as the man who’d wandered in just then. You could almost always tell who belonged on the level and who didn’t. And this man certainly didn’t.

   Doe eyed him, squinting a bit in suspicion. But this didn’t look like the usual trouble-making sort. For one, the guy was all alone, and usually if assholes from the upper crust were going to slum it and make a mess of things, they were smart enough to move in packs. He lingered on Doe’s horns (then again, most did), but otherwise was polite enough to keep whatever thoughts he had to himself. Good. Doe was tired, he was certainly not in the mood to entertain questions about where he was from or what he was or anything else these people loved to come up with. Still, Doe watched the stranger move to the bar, and for a moment Doe caught Ixi’s eye.

   Ixi moved his brows upwards, and Doe pursed his lips to avoid grinning. It wasn’t… the first time someone had tried to buy Doe drinks, and it probably would not be the last, but it was always a little hilarious to watch. Doe nodded, silently, and Ixi got to work mixing up something good and non-alcoholic for him, after supplying the stranger with what was enough liquor to make sure he wouldn’t be wandering off to the next bar anytime soon.

   Doe collected his drink at the end of the bar, along with the glass of seltzer water Ixi slid along with it, and returned to his place by the door to sip in peace. He usually got free soda and water all he liked, but a few treats here and there weren’t bad. And whatever this was, it was syrupy and delicious. He kind of wanted to make it into a cupcake, something with plenty of citrus or raspberries or whatever.

   A thought for later.

   The stranger was knocking back drinks like they were water and he’d been lost in the desert for days. Okay, maybe Doe did have to worry about him. He might not have come in looking for trouble, but the stranger was way too pretty and well-kept to be down here with them, and drinking that much that quickly and that alone didn’t exactly scream “celebration”.

   Aaand he was getting up. Wait. No, he was sitting. No, he was getting up, it just took him a moment. Good God, Ixi, tone it down a bit. The stranger started shambling his way over, trying to look utterly casual about his gait and direction, and really failed quite spectacularly about it. Doe’s eyebrows raised as he came to rest against the wall just beside him, but otherwise didn’t move at all. Ixi had slid his way down the bar to “wipe down the glasses”, which usually meant he was preparing for a fun show.

   “You’re really big,” the stranger said, and Doe saw Ixi cough into his shoulder rather than laugh out loud. Because as far as first words spoken, that was… an interesting choice.

   “Mm,” Doe replied, really not sure how one responded to something like that. Not that he was entirely sure this stranger would even know what he was saying if he said it. Doe blinked as the stranger searched himself, and then flicked a business card in his direction.

   Ixi coughed again, and Doe took a deep breath, taking the card and mentally taking bets. Okay. What was it tonight? Pit fighting, security, size-related porn? Doe glanced down at the card, frowned heavily, and took a closer look.

   Everett Kingschilde. Kingschilde? Was that familiar? It felt like it should be familiar, but at the time he simply couldn’t place it. Still, the fact Doe thought he knew it said quite a bit. At least this wasn’t some would-be adult film producer trying to make a name for himself. That had been a weird Tuesday.

   Still, Everett here hadn’t exactly made his intentions clear. Just made it clear that Doe was, in fact, really big. But then he blinked those pretty golden eyes and continued, with long pauses before the larger syllable words. Personal guard, huh? So that’s what kind of evening this was. Not bad, Doe didn’t usually get free drinks out of people looking for a bodyguard. That was usually the size-kink crowd.

   Ixi couldn’t help a snort as Everett measured himself against Doe, and Doe had to struggle himself to keep his face neutral and not roll his eyes. Super duper important, huh? Sure, he was. That was exactly why Doe couldn’t quite place the name. Well, there were other reasons for that, but right now Doe felt like being a bit of an asshole about it. Super duper important. It sounded like something Pree would say, not a grown adult man.

   Eventually Everett wandered back to the bar for more, and Doe followed after a minute to hand back his empty glasses to Ixi, the two sharing a long look. Doe’d been at the Barrel for a long while, after all. And no one who worked at the Barrel for a long while could really afford to turn down a lucrative job offer. Besides…

   Pree had mentioned wanting a big birthday party this year with her friends.

   Ixi handed Doe another seltzer, and Doe sank into the barstool next to Everett, turned just so he could keep watching the rest of the bar while they talked.

   “Personal guard, you said? How long?”

Offline Draconian

Re: Too Much To Take [neph!]
« Reply #2 on: January 08, 2018, 11:45:39 pm »
Interest!

Everett was far too pleased that the giant horned fellow meandered back over to him to ask about the bodyguard thing. Of course, he'd immediately forgotten but his eyes turned bright and Everett had a doofty smile on his face. It looked a little out of place. Smooth skin, well kept hair. Fancy suit. Real big goofy smile.

"How long?" Everett repeated, trailing his finger along the glass to make some strange pattern in the condensation. Frowned at it when it turned out the glass also had a doofy drippy smile. "A few months?" He said, shrugging softly, "Maybe a year. I'm not sure how long I'll need to keep up appearances," Everett smiled, resting his head on his hand, his long dark blue hair slipping over his shoulder like silk.

A puff of air to blow it from his face before he tucked it behind his ear. "There'd be training," Everett tapped the drink before he slurped it back in a few gulps, eyes falling closed before they popped back open though they retained the hooded sleepy look of a man well into his drink. "Lots of paper's to sign," he frowned and pushed his empty cup away, swallowing thickly. "I gave you my card, right?" He frowned, pushing his hair over his shoulder and breathed in slowly.

"I did," He smiled again, "Great."

Everett did his best to muffle a burp with the back of his hand before he politely cleared his throat and turned his pretty golden eyes on the giant man. He really was interesting looking and the pampered overworked paper pusher really appreciated just how huge the guy was. Everett still couldn't really believe it.

"It'd be worth it. Sick leave. Vacation. Well, you'll come with me on vacation." He pursed his lips, "When I go on vacation." Another frown, "If I go on vacation. Anyway," He nodded to the card and swallowed thickly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Where is the bathroom again? I'm about to be very rude and I think everyone prefers I don't be rude all over the floor." Everett's lovely dark shade of blue hair helped the green tinge to his skin.

Offline nephero

Re: Too Much To Take [neph!]
« Reply #3 on: February 23, 2018, 10:12:41 pm »
   This guy was gone. Doe’s eyes dropped to watch this Everett Kingschilde, VP, play around with the condensation on his glass until there was a nice, wet “8}” on the side in perfect mimicry of the nice, not-so-wet “8}” on Everett’s face. It gave him time to think, and Doe chewed at the inside of his cheek, the motion setting his jaw and just making him look even more grumpy.

   Or, as Pree always put it, Doe always looked like it was brussel sprouts for dinner when he thought real hard. A few months wasn’t bad. A few months to a year, that wasn’t bad either. There’d be training, and that would be exhausting, but he could make that work. Sick leave. Vacation? When was the last time he was able to say he’d been on a proper vacation?

   Doe was shaken out of his considerations by the most polite attempt to go be sick in a toilet he’d ever heard in his entire life. It was almost adorable, if it weren’t about to be utterly disgusting. Doe stood up, then, slid off his barstool and stepped over to Everett’s own. If he was going to do bodyguarding work, better to start now. Plus it would save he and Ixi the trouble of having to worry about another layer of grime on the floor.

   Shit was nasty enough as it was. And so, with a hoop and a scoop, Doe gently lifted Everett up and carted him to the bathroom with as little jostling as possible, before setting him down in the nicest, cleanest stall they had in order to make it not the nicest nor the cleanest stall at all.

   “Fine. I’ll do it.” He said, even as he pulled a band from one of his horns and gently pulled Everett’s hair into a ponytail, tying it up and out of his face. Which, without the curtain of hair around it, was super obviously green.

   “Should I call someone for you? Some water?”

 

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