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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 10:54:47 GMT -5
D'eon got off rather early compared to most nights; around six thirty. He was getting dressed in his room at the men's sleeping tent when Disodo pushed back the flap and let himself in. Disodo had invited both D'eon and Clopin to a night out at the local pub tonight, and D'eon was cautious. The vampire king brushed his hair ten times over and put on one of his more favored scarves. Disodo poked his friend's cheek, "Don't look so uptight D'eon, this will be fun!" Disodo assured him. D'eon gave him a look of worry, then brushed passed him, grabbing his wallet off the bed. "No, Disodo, it will be awkward and disturbing." He assured the hound. The man with white hair chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Is this because you're going to be the only one there whose never kissed Harley?" He grinned. D'eon turned pink and faced Disodo, "SHUT UP! Like I care. She's a friend, and probably not even that anymore." He assured him, then took his glasses case off the shelf and placed his glasses in it, then put it back into a drawer by the bed.
Disodo smiled and took D'eon's hand, "Come on, we're all supernaturals. We can do all those fun pack things I've been missing out on." Disodo pleaded, giving D'eon his biggest puppy expression. The vampire king gave in and sighed. "Fine, but we're taking my car." He insisted. Disodo nodded quickly, then bolted out and ran toward Clopin's section of the tent. Disodo burst in and jumped on the bed, burning off his form and becoming the hell hound he favored around Clopin. His tail wagged in anticipation, "Clopin!! You're taking forever." He insisted, his eyes closed so unaware if Clopin was even in the room.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 19:40:05 GMT -5
Clopin whistled to himself, as he readied for a night on the town. Disodo had invited him out, as well as the mysterious man known as D'eon. Clopin had never met D'eon personally, but he had heard stuff about him. From what he knew, D'eon was very serious, French, and had girly hair. D'eon was also a dentist. Or some other occupation. Either way, Clopin didn't care much. All that mattered was he would be going out with guys. He had missed times like that. Most of Clopin's friends were women, and that really only seemed to be because the cirque had a remarkable lack of men. Or at least, men who were fun to hang around with. Clopin put on cologne, aftershave, and ran a brush through his hair once or twice. The nice thing about tonight was Clopin didn't have to dress to impress Harley, like a bird showing its colours for a mate. Clopin only had to look handsome for himself. He tucked some hair behind his ear, then packed his wallet into his jean pocket. A brown leather jacket was the last thing he put on. Clopin grinned at himself in the mirror. This wonderfully handsome devil was going to have plenty of drinks tonight!
He started walking towards the tent exit, continuing to whistle a happy tune, when Disodo suddenly flew past him. Clopin shot back in surprise, nearly falling over. Disodo hadn't even noticed him there. The man's flesh burnt off like a snake skin, revealing the form of a black dog splotched with brown. Clopin grinned, watching the dog prance around excitedly on the bed. Disodo's tail was like a whip lashing about. It had a mind of its own. "I'm over here, you old hound!" Clopin called teasingly, holding his arms up high to announce his presence. He greeted Disodo in a tackle hug, then backed away, dusting off any fur that might have stuck to his clothes. "I'm ready, so let's go. Is the other guy ready? Where is he anyway?" Clopin looked around. "Ah, whatever. Come on, let's go now!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 19:52:36 GMT -5
Disodo quickly changed back, as his resolve was weakening keeping his clothes from burning during the transformation. He didn't want to have to get dressed again. The man rubbed the back of his head, sitting on Clopin's bed. "Right, I knew that." He lied, then climbed to his feet and headed after Clopin. D'eon was already waiting at the exit to the tent, leaning against a post. "D'eon, Harley has told me much about you-" D'eon introduced, thrusting his hand out for Clopin to shake. Disodo brushed passed the two and started toying with his hair, the transformation seeming to have burned the ribbon that kept it in a braid as well. D'eon turned after awhile and headed after Disodo, taking his keys out of his pocket. The vampire king lead the way to the parking lot, then pressed a button for his car to unlock. A silver convertible mustang with a racing strip down the middle, beeped back at him. D'eon didn't really care for modern life, but it had it's perks, and he had no other desire that took his money.
Disodo had always enjoyed riding in D'eon's car, the two sharing similar interests in vehicles. The hell hound remembered hearing that D'eon had a motorcycle too. The man rarely used them though as he preferred his horse. Disodo climbed in the back, leaning against the edge as he enjoyed the wind in his face. D'eon took the driver's seat. "Well, if anything happens, we can take comfort in the fact D'eon's a doctor." Disodo teased lightly, letting Clopin know his friend's profession. The hell hound gave up waiting and leaned against the back of the seat while D'eon started the car. "Yeah well, it's a living. Not as artistic as you guys, perhaps, but still- I get paid more."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 20:49:15 GMT -5
(( Ohhh great. This thread has barely started, and I'm already picturing the three of them like this skit XD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-0R-UVBXLM )) Clopin had to admit he was anticipating what D'eon was like. The man who Harley had a love/hate friendship with. When he and Disodo caught up to D'eon, Clopin wasn't sure what to think in terms of first impressions. D'eon certainly did have some long, long hair, but Disodo also had long hair. Here Clopin had thought he had long hair already at shoulder-length, but these two took the cake. Perhaps D'eon's hair was considered "girlier" because his was a light blonde colour and was very well-groomed. His face was also rather slender. Clopin couldn't help smiling. The man did have a rather blunt way of introducing himself. No wonder D'eon and Disodo got along. "Ah, guess I don't have to do a formal introduction then, do I?" Clopin chuckled, and shook D'eon's hand. "I've heard a few things about you as well. Nice to finally meet you." When Clopin saw D'eon's car, he couldn't help whistling. "Damn, nice ride!" He may not have had a car himself, but he did enjoy looking at the sleek models they could come in. In the past, Clopin had enjoyed getting free rides by climbing on the top of people's cars and seeing where they would take him. It didn't cost money like a bus or taxi, and the wind was refreshing. When Disodo got in the backseat, Clopin couldn't resist calling shotgun. He got in the front seat by D'eon, not shy or self-conscious at all. He grinned excitedly, also leaning on the edge like Disodo did. His face was completely angled to the world outside the car; he loved the wind, and he loved a good view. This was going to be great! "Oh, you're a doctor?" Clopin glanced over at D'eon. "Hm, that's a first." Pretty much everyone Clopin knew were performers. The comment about getting paid more actually made Clopin laugh. It was abrupt, but still a very amused sound. "That may be true. But better pay or not, I'd never have the patience to be a doctor. It's safer if a stage separates me from people." He smirked, looking out the window once more.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 23:35:09 GMT -5
(( That's one of my brother's favorite!! XD I also love how, according to their shows, all three guys are french. ))
D'eon smiled widely at the compliment, "Thanks, she was a thank you gift actually, for saving some rich kid." He explained, although the card had not been completely free, he got it for a low price. D'eon started out of the parking lot and toward the city, laughing at Clopin's words. "It can be intimidating, holding someone's life in your hands." The man admitted with a smile. Disodo closed his eyes a bit as the wind brushed against his face. He was aware of the conversation in the front and rather enjoyed the idea of D'eon and Clopin getting along. "You know Clopin, it's not too late to turn back now. Disodo can be a whole different experience when he's drunk." D'eon warned playfully, but there was truth in what he said. Disodo looked toward the two and rolled his eyes, "Come on, that was one time D'eon, and Clopin deserves to see it too." The dog reminded him. D'eon smiled and shook his head, "Whatever."
The vampire king knew the place Disodo had in mind, because they had gone once before. D'eon went out a lot more than he admitted, mostly because his co workers enjoyed the atmosphere bars provided. The doctor took turns smoothly, walking his hands around the wheel. He had his hair back, as did Disodo before they left, because the wind provided a great escape for it to run freely over his eyes. Disodo had his hair down now though, letting it blow back in the breeze. He had brought something to put it back just in case. D'eon parked at a rather crowded parking lot, but the spaces were separated evenly with plenty of room, as if expensive cars called it home often. D'eon put the car in park, put the top up , and got out, looking up at the neon sign in the short walking distance. He looked over to Clopin, leaning against the car door and he waited for Disodo to climb out. "So, I assume you're not the one to back down for anything." He pushed off the car and locked it, shoving the keys in his pocket and walking over to the sidewalk. Disodo took the lead, puling out his phone to check something.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 23:39:26 GMT -5
(( Really? I didn't know Disodo was french in his show! Okay, that really does make it more awesome. XD ))
"Yeah, it really can." Clopin agreed. He definitely wasn't a doctor. Didn't consider himself smart enough or patient enough to be one. Hell, he hadn't even known what disease claimed his parents' lives. He was embarrassed, but he really could only ever say "they died from sickness." However, Clopin could relate in a non-medical sense. Being a tribe leader, having to hold an entire community in your hands, did have its burdens. He was pulled from his brief dip into the past when D'eon made a crack about Disodo. Clopin grinned widely. "Different experiences tend to happen with drunk people!" He angled his head to look back at Disodo. The grin turned more wicked. "So ya plan on getting drunk, huh? Hell yeah, that's the way to party, Disodo!" He supposed D'eon, being the responsible, serious doctor, would stay sober. It did make sense since the man was the one driving. If Clopin had a nice car like D'eon had, he certainly wouldn't get drunk and risk wrecking it. He'd leave it somewhere safe and then go out to get drunk.
There was some silence for a while, but Clopin didn't mind. A car ride was merely a transition (unless it was a wicked joy ride of course). The real fun would begin once they stepped out. Clopin's head leaned on his hand, his eyes were half-lidded in contentment. Just like the other two men, his hair was flying out in the wind. He occasionally had to swipe it away from his eyes with his other hand. That way he could see the cityscape. It was lit only by street lights and neon signs. There were plenty of pubs and late-night resutaurants lining the sidewalks. Some buildings were tight and others had more wiggle room. The streets themselves were surprisingly well-kept. Clopin couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of nostalgia at the sights. England had been his second home after all. They pulled into a parking lot, and as soon as the car stopped, Clopin was already itching to get out. He practically flew out of the car once he opened the door. He glanced over at D'eon with a devilish gleam in his eye. "Yes, you are assuming right!" Sure, he had been broken before, but what man hadn't been? If anything, six years of struggle had only made him invincible. He was stronger than ever before. Nothing could take him! He was able to keep pace with D'eon and Disodo easily, but he was a very distracted man. His hands were tight in his jean pockets, and his head whirled all around to take in the sights.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 0:35:08 GMT -5
D'eon put his hands in his pockets walking down the sidewalk toward the pub. Disodo beamed at Clopin's words and found himself walking closer to the man on the way there. D'eon found it adorable, like watching a kid going to the candy store with his puppy. They arrived at the door and, being the gentlemen he was, D'eon opened it for the others. The sing above said 'The White Lion.'Disodo waited for Clopin, as he seemed to be trailing behind him a lot lately, at least in D'eon's perspective. The scene was quite normal for Disodo, but D'eon found it a bit crowded. There was a wide round counter where the drinks were served, cluttered with men and women from every walk of life. There were several high class society looking people there, with their fancy clothes, and a fruity drink in their hand. The other majority was the down-about-something guys who seemed to be drowning in their shot glasses. D'eon found a place off from the majority, at a tall table, as he wasn't fond of sitting at the counter. Disodo didn't want to make D'eon uncomfortable, so he set beside him, pulling his hair over as ran his hand through it.
D'eon looked over to Clopin, "And I suppose you two will be ordering separately?" His words were playful, as he expected Disodo and Clopin to be ordering the same thing. Disodo gave D'eon a look, huffed a bit, then looked to Clopin. "Shots! I'll buy." He hit the table with his fist, then slid off the stool and walked over to the counter. D'eon gave a surprised and casually worried look as he watched Disodo, "Man, that guy..." He commented to Clopin. "Guess I better order something light, save my seat will you- don't give it to any girls, or dogs, for that matter." And with that, D'eon vanished to the counter as well, ordering a water.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 17:08:09 GMT -5
Clopin found it very amusing that Disodo was still acting like a dog in his human form. It seemed there was space, and then all of the sudden, Disodo was much closer. He looked happy as if he had been given praise. Clopin had the urge to give the man a good pat on the head. When they got to the bar and D'eon opened the door, Clopin couldn't help grinning and clutching his chest. "Aw shucks!" he joked, looking at D'eon before entering the pub. The place wasn't too "English" for Clopin, which was nice. England was a different world to France after all. It was tamer than the fashionable district of Paris and all its parties. Clopin did catch a few rich-looking people, and as always, he directed resentful thoughts their way. That was something the French and English had in common: the frou-frou types in rich society. D'eon led them over to a table, which Clopin supposed was okay. He always preferred sitting right at the counter, but this would still do. It wasn't like he was alone.
The joke D'eon made when they got settled made Clopin smile. He looked at Disodo, who had an indignant look for a moment. The man then passionately announced he would buy shots. "Hell yeah!" Clopin gave a fist-pump in response. Unfortunately, D'eon and Disodo decided to leave him alone as the dreaded watcher of the table. Clopin watched them walk away with a haughty expression. This wasn't a task for the Gypsy King. He wanted to buy drinks too. Sure, Disodo may have been getting some, but they wouldn't be enough. Clopin wanted rum, and scotch, and maybe a beer or two if the pub had good quality. He leaned back in his seat, and put his feet up on the table. When Disodo and D'eon returned, Clopin quickly said, "I need rum too. Be back in a moment!" Being impatient, Clopin tapped his foot at the counter, waiting for his drink. The rum was poured into a mug for him, he quickly paid, then returned to the table. "All right, boys. Now where were we?" He smirked and sat back down. Some of his glass had already been emptied from drinking on the way over.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 17:52:39 GMT -5
D'eon took the water back to the table, followed by Disodo with the shots on a tray. "Oo, get me one-" Disodo tried to request, but it seemed Clopin was eager to leave. D'eon's eyes followed the performer as he rushed to the counter for rum. The vampire king smirked and drank some of his glass. Disodo looked over, watching his friend's careful pattern as the glass touched his lips and spilled elegantly into his mouth. "Really? A water?" Disodo questioned, raising an eyebrow. D'eon shrugged, "I don't feel like wine yet, and I grow tired of tasting vampire blood all day. Leave it alone and entertain your boyfriend." D'eon grinned, taking another gulp. Disodo looked rather ticked at the comment, but he knew it was just teasing. "He's not my boyfriend." Disodo reminded him, crossing his arms in a pouting manner and turning his head away from him.
Clopin returned after a moment with an already sampled rum mug. Disodo looked at the glass intensively, "Getting a head start, birdboy?" The hell hound scolded, playfully. He had bought them six shots to start off, but Disodo wasn't even sure how many he needed to get him drunk. It had been so long since he had felt the sensation of a liquid that burned his body in endless power. "So, how did you two meet?" D'eon asked, giving a devilish grin to Disodo and Clopin as he looked between the two.
"Don't be jealous, D'eon, I still love you." Disodo teased back, blowing the man a kiss. D'eon stuck out his tongue in disgust and took another drink. He swished the liquid in his mouth for awhile, gargling it, and then swallowing. "Oh gross," D'eon finally commented, holding his stomach. Disodo looked over at Clopin, "But seriously, you have told Harley about us right?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 23:08:57 GMT -5
"Nah, I figured I was slowing down for you, Wishbone." Clopin grinned. "You ain't seen nothing yet." Just to be impish, he even downed more of the rum. A devilish smirk peered through the glass. He set the drink down on the table with the rowdiness of a barbarian at a feast. There was a loud clank of glass against table wood. The shot glasses vibrated ever so slightly, which drew Clopin's attention to them. He supposed Disodo had gotten three for himself, and then three for him. In the past, Clopin had been boisterous enough to do body shots with women he liked, but of course, he wouldn't do something like that now. Unless it was with Harley. He nearly grinned like a fool at the thought. Although he still ended up grinning like a fool when D'eon teased him and Disodo. Clopin didn't mind jokes like these at all. He used to make them all the time with Florin. "Oh, it's a beautiful story! See, Disodo hated me at first, but after I saved him, he finally realized how fantastic I am." Clopin pretended to look at Disodo lovingly, before he burst out laughing. He shook his head with an amused smile and drank more rum. The glass was now halfway full.
Clopin was actually having a lot of fun with these two. D'eon didn't seem bad. Perhaps it was the influence of having Disodo in his company, but D'eon seemed to be making the most jokes out of the three (much to Clopin's surprise.) He was glad he had accepted Disodo's invitation. Going out to bars with friends was always better than strolling in by himself for a quick drink. It really couldn't get better than good company and a ton of alcohol. Disodo's question surprised Clopin. Clopin looked over, and couldn't help grinning. "About us? As in our affair?" He waggled his eyebrows teasingly. Oh, the irony in his own joke. "Nah, I'm kidding. And no, I haven't yet. See, don't forget that I only remembered what happened in Australia recently. When I came back, what I told Harley was basic. Missing all the important stuff." Clopin thoughtfully took another drink of rum, savouring the flavour in his mouth before talking again. "And currently she's been a bit busy with things. I've been too I guess, with trying to plan out my next routine. We haven't had much chance to talk." He set the rum down on the table, and winked at Disodo. "But don't worry, my dear hound! I'll be sure to update her on things next time we meet up."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 23:36:55 GMT -5
D'eon burst out laughing at Clopin's words, but Disodo decided to play it up and blush innocently, turning away as if Clopin had said too much. D'eon shook his head at the two, then noticed Disodo laugh as well. The hound didn't do that too often, it was nice to see him so happy. Disodo wasn't sure what to say when Clopin explained he had yet to tell Harley about their friendship. He wondered if it was because he wasn't that important to the supernatural. In Disodo's world, a pack member was always important and especially when they were as close as Disodo felt to Clopin. Maybe he just didn't feel the same way? This was possible, and probably true. Clopin was mostly human after all. Disodo looked disappointed, which only made him want to drink and forget such thoughts. He grinned after Clopin took another drink of his rum. The hell hound grabbed a shot and downed it, slamming the glass on the table as well, upside down. The dog then opened his mouth, some smoke piling out. D'eon quickly looked around, "Disodo, not so fast. You know your power will increase too much if you go too fast. You might not be able to-"
"I can control it, D'eon, come on. I'm like two hundred years older than you."
"You are?" D'eon had never really known Disodo's age, so it was strange hearing it.
The vampire king took in the sound carefully, then a buzz in his pocket alerted him. He took out his phone and noticed a notification. "Hey- that couple with the seventh month old werewolf just texted. Look, her fangs are coming in-" D'eon showed a picture to Disodo. The hell hound took a long hard look at the rather adorable young pup. "Wow, just wait until she starts teething. They'll be coming to you more often." Disodo teased lightly. D'eon showed the picture to Clopin to be polite, it was of a young half breed werewolf with light tan fur and adorable floppy ears. "It's a pup I saved from last winter, she had pneumonia. It's funny, they called her Junibee. It's such a cute name for a werewolf of her breed. I imagine she'll get pretty big." He put his phone away and took another drink. Disodo shook his head, "D'eon always brings his work with him wherever he goes." Disodo looked over at the shots and grinned, grabbing another and completing it, his stomach now a burning wasteland. He found it hard to keep from burning the table, but not just the table, everything and everyone. To him, they all started to look like obstacles, and with every drink they looked less like objects and more like dead grass. They seemed flammable, perfectly consumable. Disodo smiled longingly into the distance, downing another shot, as if not only was his mind lost, but no direction was able to bring it back. Or so it seemed. D'eon dipped his fingers in his glass and splashed some water at Disodo's face. The liquid touched his skin and immediately evaporated. D'eon set up more, not alarmed, but alert and concerned. Disodo snapped back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Hurry up and get drunk, the real fun happens after." Disodo left the table after his words. D'eon stared after him, "Ignore the tone, he's still Disodo, just- burning with power I guess." D'eon shrugged. "We might have to dip him in the lake when we get home." D'eon grinned playfully. Disodo came back with two beers, as if both were for him. He started on one, while D'eon took another drink of water. The vampire king set back and crossed his legs, "You didn't plan another hunt, did you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 21:15:49 GMT -5
Clopin noticed Disodo's face. "Hey, I'll tell her. Don't give me that!" It really did feel like he was supposed to confess a secret relationship or something. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, he had no problem telling people he and Disodo were good friends, it was just that Clopin could be very scatter-brained. He drank more rum, and kept drinking. When the last of its sweet flavour went down his throat, he looked to the bottom of the glass in horror. It was all gone! There was a thin sliver of drink that clung to the bottom, stained it, and Clopin felt like it was mocking him. Or at least calling him for a refill. He eyed the three shots meant for him. Those would quench his thirst. He threw one back. The strong flavour made him squint and open his mouth with a sigh. His stomach was feeling warm and very pleasant. He knew from the past to never drink on an empty stomach, so he had a light snack before going out that night. Clopin looked to Disodo, who was heating up. "Damn, you're on fire!" he joked. He very rarely gave up opportunities for bad puns. Looking at D'eon, he said: "Yeah, he's like four hundred and seventy ... something. I don't remember big numbers and he only told me once, so ..." He shrugged a shoulder, then took another shot. It was so automatic for him, he may as well have been swallowing back a mouthful of tea.
D'eon started talking about something, and Clopin didn't really pay attention. The voices in the room were starting to sound muffled and boring. Clopin wanted action. He either needed to dance or jump off a cliff. It was hard to tell his urges apart sometimes. D'eon was suddenly pointing his phone in Clopin's direction. There was a picture of a puppy on the screen. "Aw, it's so cute. Ya just wanna pinch its cheeks ..." Clopin was starting to sweat a bit. He had his third shot. Drinking shots was like exercise. Each one made him feel heavy at first, but then light soon after. The pleasantness in his belly had spread all over his body now. He wanted more alcohol! More rum would be good. Rum had always been his alcohol of choice. Disodo told Clopin to get drunk, and he nodded. The motion was slow as if his brain wasn't working fast enough. "Will do. Will cock-a-doodle-doo ..." Clopin laughed at what D'eon said. "Ha, ha, yeah! You gotta point. He could do, like, a doggie paddle." Clopin demonstrated the swimming style with clumsy flops of the hands. His cheeks were pink, and he was smiling in a way that suggested he could explode with giggles. When Disodo came back, Clopin pounded the table with a fist. He suddenly felt very authoritative.
"I don't think -- I don't -- I just -- I'm still not drunk, so I'll, like, get some booze." Clopin stood up. "I'll be back, boys. Wait here." He was gone for quite while, and when he returned, he was laughing airily. It was such a high-pitched, delighted sound, as if he had inhaled helium from a balloon. In one hand he had a bottle, and in the other, he had a martini. He sat down. The bottle had already been sipped at. "Guys, guys, guys. Didja know that they can actually give you bottles here? You can get bottles! I was like, hey, I wanna bottle of rum, and holy shit, they took me literally. English people are hilarious." Clopin also proudly pointed to his martini glass. "And there was a FREE martini on the counter. Can ya believe it? I saw it there. When people drink martinis, they hold it all the time, they don't just put it down. So I thought, well, if no one's drinking it, then it must be there as, like, a present!" Clopin finished it off like a shot. He took the olive out and looked at it like it was some kind of green wonder. He put it on the table. It didn't stay still, and Clopin watched it slowly roll to the edge. When it fell off, Clopin tried to keep a straight face, but then he only burst into laughter.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 22:34:40 GMT -5
D'eon, being the more mature one at the table, it seemed to him, drank some of his water and paid attention to the color of Clopin's cheeks. The vampire king nodded sarcastically, giving big understanding eyes when Clopin said he wasn't yet drunk. "Well, that didn't take long." D'eon commented to Disodo, finishing his water. The hell hound grinned widely and rather liked watching Clopin trample his senses and dig into his desires. The hell hound didn't feel intoxicated as he felt he should, even after finishing the bottles of beer. He found the shots and beer to be small compared to his own stomach and how it burned. Normally, one would feel something strong, burning, maybe a tingling as it sunk into the pit of one's body. Disodo though? Not so much. He felt like the acids of his stomach were just rising. He narrowed his eyes at the rum Clopin had come back with.
D'eon raised an eyebrow at Clopin, smiling a bit as he found him rather pathetic in such a state. D'eon had rarely been found plastered, or even drunk for that matter. He needed his mind quite alert as he had a lot of power to look after. Disodo left the table without a word, talking with the bartender and enjoying another shot at the counter. He asked the bartender to leave the bottle, and it seemed he was downing it, in glass fulls, as fast as he could. D'eon wondered if that hurt or was as overwhelming as if was for humans, for a hell hound. D'eon's eyes widened as Disodo emptied a round ashtray and poured the rest of the bottle into it while the bartender was turned. Disodo left some money on the counter and walked back to the table.
The hell hound placed the ashtray in the center, then stared at Clopin with a devilish grin. He lowered his head and started licking the alcohol like a dog would. D'eon leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "You're insane." He stated flat out, then laughed a bit. "So, when are we doing that thing you have planned, 'Disodo-dog'?" D'eon nicknamed his friend. The man looked up and licked his lips, "Ah yes, a mission. There's a low life vampire, no sire, high on the bounty list with a pattern of deaths in this area. D'eon gave an understanding look, "So- that's why you picked this particular pub."
Disodo grinned and nodded, then turned to Clopin, "You ready to be a hero? Couple of freaks hunting another freak. What can be better?" He wondered, looking darker and more 'alive' as time went on.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 21:31:59 GMT -5
A lot of Clopin's drunkenness was very psychological. The mind was a powerful thing. His body had been consuming alcohol since he was fourteen, and he had certainly built a high tolerance for it. However, in the right company, Clopin could get drunk a lot faster. Right now, he was just past the point of tipsiness. Usually he liked to get to the point of being wasted. The point where he was so drunk that he had no cares, worries, or inhibitions. And then in the morning, he would have an inevitable hangover and only remember some things. Right now, Clopin still had some sober thoughts in him. Not nearly as much as before, but some. And he wanted that to go away. He watched Disodo return to their table with an ashtray full of alcohol. It looked like a dog dish to Clopin, and apparently it did to Disodo too. The man leaned down and lapped at it with his tongue. "Oh, ew, Disodo!" Clopin laughed. "Ugh, you dunno where that's been. I know yer a dog, but that's not ..." He trailed off and took another drink of rum. He was still smiling when he finished. The high feelings were starting to weaken a bit, allowing Clopin's mind to uncloud for a second. It was at that moment that D'eon and Disodo decided to talk about a mission. Clopin listened with the interest of a spying child. A vampire! The very creatures that endlessly appeared in books and films? One of those was around?
Disodo spoke to Clopin, and it took the gypsy a moment to register that someone had talked to him. "Huh?" he said in a spacey voice. He looked at the man. With a lazy, yet still somehow mischievous smile, Clopin said: "Oh, I'm no hero, dear. Don't flatter me. I'm an anti-hero. With a capital ... erm ... 'A.'" He finished his rum, and wiped his mouth. "Buh' wait ... you wanna, like, hunt a vampire? No joking around? 'Cause y'know, we'd have to go to the grocery store or somethin' for the garlic. Or a church for the holy water -- oh! Hey, why don'tcha just let the sun rise and let the vampire explode on its own? Y'know?! Like, the sun will come up and the vampire will go pew!" He clumsily imitated the sound of an explosion, as well as gestured it with his hands. Had he been completely sober, he wouldn't have been suggesting such things, unless it was out of sacrasm, but his mind could be led astray much more easily in his current state. He looked around the bar, absent-mindedly humming "If You Like Pina Coladas" to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 19:59:13 GMT -5
D'eon and Disodo listened to Clopin's seemingly drunk advise about how to kill a vampire. The hell hound laughed a bit and leaned back in his chair, suddenly unable to stop laughing. D'eon watched the hell hound and his rather creepy, dark, laughing. "Anyway-" D'eon looked away from Disodo and back to Clopin. "Right, well, there is that plan. Or- we could just leave him up to other vampires and go back to the cirque. Or maybe the lack?" He suggested. "Vampire hunting would require my sword, which I left at the cirque." D'eon also tried to reason that they weren't prepared, but Disodo didn't seem impressed. The hell hound stopped laughing, letting go of his stomach.
"NO! We do it tonight." Disodo grinned. "Come on, we're some of the most powerful members of the circus, we can do this. Clopin may not have the wisdom we do, but he has a very powerful gift. I can control fire to the upmost degree and you? You're the vampire KING!! Nobody stands a chance." Disodo leaned back in his chair again and crossed his arms over his chest. He was certainly confident and stubborn about this. D'eon smiled and shook his head, "If you say so. But afterwards we go to the lake, I need some time in my boat after hanging with you two." He teased. "Then Clopin can pick the last place we go. That way it goes oldest to youngest." D'eon reasoned.
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