New Places, Old Smells. (Therese)

[Locke (DP)]

Ilvyn was a lot of things. The boy was a thief, a murdered, a pickpocket, a fighter, and a self-proclaimed locksmith. Ilvyn was not a rapist. When she yanked herself from his grasp he let her go. Vyn had experienced more of life than most people his age and between the thick layer of shallow antics and the core of his heart was an area of bitter resentment for people and the word ‘no’. The boy would stop if she told him to stop, but he wouldn’t let her feel relieved about it. This woman would regret saying that to him.

“Ohhh, I see how it is. You’re committed. Planning to be someone’s girlfriend, planning to be someone’s wifey,” Ilvyn was smiling, but the expression on his face was dripping with poison. “You want little babies with cute little shark teeth. I understand. I know a bitch when I see one.”

‘Bitch’ was Ilvyn’s word for most women than turned him down. The boy found he used this word quite often for most women did turn him down except the ones he paid for. It was also his word for the two women that took him anyways, but stabbed him in the back afterwards. ‘Bitch’ was his favorite word to use for women as they hated it. They either tried to beat the shit out of him or they cried. Vyn really hope she cried, because he had no other weapon against her aside from the ones at his side and he wouldn’t really cut a lady that was so frail and helpless.

“I’d like to add that I’m not crazy you fucking bitch!” Vyn didn’t hold back at shouting at her. Vyn would like to list out the differences between being crazy and being drunk, but the combination of his anger and current mental state wouldn’t allow him to do such. Shouting at her was the only thing he could do without physically hurting her. “Good day, ma’am!”

Vyn turned to leave the restaurant, too angry to think about looking for another potential mate for the night. Of course, karma wasn’t finished with him until he knocked his hoof against the leg of the woman’s chair and almost fell flat on his face. Vyn pulled himself to his hooves with as much dignity as he could manage. Maybe he would be less angry when he was sober and had more control. If he managed to make it back to the pub without killing himself along the way he would be plastered tonight. No doubt he would have no memory of this incident tomorrow.

Just the way I like it.

[Tay]

Ilvyn may not have been a rapist, but he could have fooled her. He seemed rather forceful in his, uh, delivery, which is a very gracious name for his little display. What it really ought to have been called was a total mess. That was not a smooth delivery. It was an epilepsy on the dancefloor an hour after everyone had gone home.
But I digress.

One must take into account when considering her following actions that Therese is a strange breed: it is very difficult for her to place accountability on any person's shoulders, save for her own. The thought of making this pathetic creature trudge home alone-drunk, no less-was apalling. Perhaps it was not him that was speaking, but rather that awful beast in a bottle he had no doubt been macking on all evening. Also: his yelling? Yeah. It helped a lot to make her feel guilty. Tolerating hollering was not one of her strong points. With each insult she flinched visibly, though after the initial shock passed she mostly looked embarassed, if not a tad ashamed of her own actions. Even though she had no reason to be, of course. Ahem. Yelling was a very persuasive tactic, mind you!

Therese attempted to break through his tantrum on various occassions, only to be spoken over. After the second time he snapped that she was a bitch, she lost her conviction to speak and began to settle back down into her chair, completely red in the face.
And then he tripped, as if this night had not yet proven itself to be against his favor already.

As she watched him face-plant, a heavy lump of guilt settled in the pit of her stomach. It was then that she stood, reaching down to aid the unfortunate soul, and murmured something incoherent but vaguely comforting as she attempted to keep his horn from jabbing her cheek as he stood.
After he had righted himself, she offered a piteously weak little grin, expecting to be smacked all the while. (Hey! He did seem awfully volatile, after all, not to mention a little delusional.) "Sir-" The albino sneaked a glance over at Aurelius before continuing, her hands wringing before her hips rather jerkily.

A perturbing silence had settled over the establishment, with sound reduced to a hushed murmur at best, and all eyes were turned on the trio at that teeny-tiny little table. Where their meals sat. Lonely and forgotten.
"I am...flattered, really-" Not...the best word she could have used. Therese realized this only after it had passed her lips. Never had she actually been concerned with giving someone false-hope before, and it was a strange sensation. "B-but...but here doesn't seem like...the right place, you know?" Her voice had dropped an octave, and she found herself leaning forward as she spoke to be certain he heard her. "You seem like a nice man. We can talk when you-er-get some sleep, okay?"

That's what drunk people did, right? They slept it off? Holy Architect she had no idea but she just hoped Aurelius wasn't offended. Therese was just trying to diffuse the situation! And the poor kid, he looked so upset-

[eemp]

Aurelius was counting curses. One. Two. Ope- attack of the killer karma. His eyebrows raised, his head tilting and his expression a pained sort of sympathy. Oh buddy. I can think of a couple bad decisions you just made, here. Why you gotta go makin' an ass of yourself. Why'd it have to be my date. Why'd you have to call her that name.

He was calm and his expression was pleasant, straightening in his seat and then standing in the same polite fashion. You seem like a nice man, she said, and his hand was resting on Therese's shoulder. He squeezed her gently, reassuring, and his glance slid from her and all her kindness to Ilvyn, the petulant child. The faint smile he wore for her melted away from his face into something flat, something not quite human, and he spoke to Vyn.

"How about I walk you outside, son." His tone was soft, and he wasn't touching him, he wasn't at all aggressive- perhaps a tad defensive, standing beside Therese rather than behind- but for all his height he wasn't attempting to look threatening. His monster's mouth and his sharp stature did most of the work for him, and the shepherd's face he wore was a tad unsuited to the contents of his jaw and the acid lurking silent at the back of his throat.

[Locke (DP)]

By the gods, didn’t this woman know how to be offended when she was supposed to be? Could someone out there be less savvy at social interactions than Ilvyn? Apparently he had run into the one-in-a-thousand woman that was disgustingly selfless. The bitch didn’t even give him comfort knowing he had left her in tears while her big man comforted her. No, she had to come to his aid like some overbearing mother, showing more pity towards him and lacking any of the hatred she was supposed to be feeling right then.

“Fuck! I swear up and down you’ve never seen a drunk man walk, lady,” Vyn cursed. Now Ilvyn did grab onto her shoulder a little too roughly but only in an attempt to better steady himself. “Heheheh...’a nice man’. You suck at lying.”

Ilvyn was starting to believe this whole meeting was in his head. First, a lady that didn’t seem to care if he yelled at her or called her a bitch then the very guy he had been hinting to go shove off was now offering to help him. Fuck, where was he? Was this the very Caedere he called his home or was he in some very nightmarish version of Vynland? Few would call a nightmare running into people with marvelous selflessness, but it drowned his usual convictions of people in a swamp of…gooey fluffy niceness. Ilvyn settled his mind by thinking these people had ulterior motives. Yes, if they weren’t trying to bribe Ilvyn they were at least trying to boost their own sense of self-righteousness. Bastards!

“Tch, who are you, my father?” No, if this man was his father he would have hauled Vyn out of the restaurant by the nape. “If it makes you feel like an outstanding citizen, sure. Your lady probably finds it sexy that you would so fearlessly escort the pitiful drunk man out of here so you can get on with your chatter. So, HEY, why the hell not?”

Ilvyn unenthusiastically latched onto the guy, hoping that the fucker wouldn’t pull a dick move and dodge his fumbling hands or pull away like the girl had, and gave him a look that said ‘I hate your guts, but feel free to lead the way’.

[Tay]

"I-I...I wasn't...I wasn't lying-" She wasn't lying when she had said he was probably a nice man, but she began to reconsider once he kept up his little macho act. The rest of the restaurant no longer found the scene entertaining: in fact, many patrons found themselves turning away, unable to watch the awkward display unfold any longer. She couldn't exactly blame them. If it hadn't been uncomfortable a few moments ago it certainly was then. The tension was tangible, and it hung on to the trio like an anchor. A drunk, embarassing anchor.

There was talk about "going outside" from Aurelius which began to make Therese anxious. That was code for some sort of violent act wasn't it? She wasn't all hip to the slang of the day but she knew what that meant. Or...maybe she didn't. Ugh. Aurelius was such a gentleman. Why would he want to fight anyone? It was all very confusing.
However, she wasn't going to take the chance. Flashing a strained smile her date's way, she murmured through her teeth, "Maybe...not...such a good idea? Eheh-" Then the drunk man put in his input, and Therese was about ready to give up.

"Let's not go outside. So...muggy, out there. I've got an idea-why don't we all just, er, sit down and-and-and, uh, we could eat quietly and then we can help walk you home, sir, how does that sound?" Holy Architect she didn't care what you do just dont go outside.

[eemp]

That was Therese. Therese was nice, genuinely and to her very core she was a kind person. It was wonderful and precious and hell if Vyn was gonna ruin it by being a drunkass at her- rrggh shit he was turning into his father. Agh! Oh lord he ought to visit them. Right, Vyn. Still talking. Still being an asshole.

Look. Aurelius wasn't out to boost anyone's ego, but he did want to make a good impression on his date, as apparently she was the nicest person in the world and also kind of a doormat. Vyn was still talking, blah blarrdee blar blar. More obscenities. Lady! That was a much better term. That was a step up, kiddo. Ilvyn latched onto him and Aurelius straightened, stretching an arm across the smaller man's shoulders to catch him under the arm in order to hold him up. His fingers were cold.

"I'm not gonna eat him, honey." Despite the contents of my face I am not, in fact, a cannibal. I'm also not a human so they don't count. He hadn't let go of Vyn, and he hadn't let go of the idea he'd proposed. No, Therese. I know you want to be nice but this dude is like ten seconds from puking and that is not something I want to happen on a first date or in a restaurant ever.

...Wait was that a pet-name

[Locke (DP)]

“Uh-huh, and these aren’t horns. They’re decoration!” Ilvyn teased. This odd, white woman hadn’t met Ilvyn until today and only knew him for his latest drunken endeavors. The lady didn’t seem to enjoy his loving acts of getting her out of her chair and into his bed. Either she was lying to him or she had made some sort of assumption about the true nature of his character. “I’ll indulge in your social friendly bullshit if it makes you happy.”

The two started talking amongst each other as if Ilvyn was no longer present. The boy had to admit this guy was doing an excellent job of ignoring him and he was fortunate Ilvyn was drunk because sober the boy wouldn’t stand to be overlooked. At least the conversation was amusing him, for the word ‘eat’ kept getting thrown around but Vyn heard something completely different. That was enough to keep an impish smile on the kid’s face.

“Yes, we could sit quietly and eat,” Vyn agreed. “I’d love to bring you both home with me.”

Ilvyn meant something more. Ilvyn wasn’t hungry and he was lacking a home. Surely the guy would understand his euphemism, but the boy had a feeling the woman wouldn’t. Women were clueless. Vyn’s raised his eyebrows and smiled suggestively at her.

“I don’t mind,” Ilvyn assured the man. “But I do like my dick where it’s at. Attached to my body, I mean. No biting it off. Actually no biting at all, those teeth look like they can cause some serious damage.”

Only Ilvyn could turn a completely serious conversation into one about sex. Talk about cranking the level of awkwardness up several notches. Well, honestly they deserved it for letting this drunk, sex-crazed maniac hang around them for so long. They should have disposed of him out on the streets the first chance they had, instead of letting the boy open his mouth again. Whoops, their error. In the mean time Ilvyn glanced from man to woman with a very satisfied look on his face.

Two for the price of one? Not a bad deal.

[Tay]

He was right in the assumption that his innuendos would be lost on her: the whole "eating" euphemism went right over her head, for instance. So when he mentioned that he had a home he would like to take them to (for whatever reason, she was not sure!) Therese seemed to brighten up considerably. "Aurelius-"

The albino turned to her escort a bit too anxiously. A silent apology was written all over her pale face, but there was the smallest glimmer of hope peeping through the relative gloom. A good thing can be done here, with one of us. Because he's a freak too, see? And look he needs help and maybe a little guidance or even just a cookie, and we can provide all of those things between the two of us!
This had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Ilvyn was the first man ever to treat her like a piece of meat. Pshff. Of course not.

Okay maybe. Not...that it was a good thing, exactly, to be treated like that. But most men looked over her in favor of objectifying other women instead. Maybe flattered was not such a good word but-

"Maybe...maybe we could bring him home. S-so he gets there safe, an-and I promise I can make it up to you. If...you want." She could make Aurelius more fruitcake for the road, she decided. "It doesn't seem right to let him wander off alone." Might as well spare another couple the hassle, no?

[eemp]

Ilvyn was doing the talking thing again. Aurelius was seriously considering stuffing a kerchief in his mouth. Possibly a dinner roll. Something. Anything. Just shut up, kid.He started making 'eat' jokes and Aurelius looked down at him. Not quite glared, just- dude, this is not going to get you laid. He looked almost sorry for him. This coming from a dude that lives in the woods and kills people for a living. Wow.

But he just. Kept. Going. And then he was talking about dicks, and making the eehhh? EEEEHHH? Face, and Aurelius had to do something. So he did! He squeezed the smaller man about the shoulders, since his arm was already there, and as he looked down at him he grinned. Aw honey. You have no idea. The proper adjective for his expression was 'devious,' or perhaps even 'sultry,' but regardless of what it was called it was there, and it was unmistakable. Also, there were a lot of teeth in it, which was probably a bad sign.

It popped right back into innocent when Therese spoke his name, and he looked up at her. Yes, dear? Oh. Aw, dang. Why you gotta be so nice, girl? "He's a grown man, honey." There it was again! He got here alone and somehow I doubt he's got a house here in town. Aurelius looked back down at Ilvyn. "Whenever you're quite done with the euphemisms, would you mind telling us where you're staying?"

[Locke (DP)]

So the man had a name and that name was Aurelius. Whoops, did she mean to give the drunken fel’asar her boyfriend’s name or did she think he would forget it later? Fortunately for her, Ilvyn would probably only have fuzzy memories of this entire encounter the next morning. What was the likeliness he would remember that name? Not that the name would be of any use to Ilvyn, but one has to wonder what Aurelius thought of that.

“Ugh, too complic-“

Before Ilvyn could criticize Aurelius' long and stupid complex first name the man had reacted to Vyn’s ‘hinting’ by squeezing the kid’s shoulders. Ilvyn glanced up in time to see that look. Suddenly the boy was feeling hot and bothered and his tail started to curl, the way it did whenever he had especially warm and fuzzy feelings on the inside. It was becoming difficult to remember that he hated this guy a couple of seconds ago. If this was bad, Ilvyn didn’t want to be good.

Maybe egging the drunk and horny fel’asar on wasn’t a good idea. The boy stared at Aurelius with a combination of admiration and bemusement. In the back of his mind he was trying to decide if he should make a move on this guy or continue harassing the snow princess. If it felt good, there wasn’t a reason to be picky. The only bad deal for the hedonist is now he would have to be nice to this chick wouldn’t he?

Damn.

“Uhhh,” Ilvyn spaced out. The fel’asar had been too busy thinking of threesomes. “I could get a…room…at an inn…unless you have someplace better…”

[Tay]

Therese didn't seem to hear Ilvyn, standing back to examine the couple from afar. Sort of...cute. Maybe. Well. She was getting awfully suspicious of the close proximity of the two men, but she couldn't say that she was not expecting it. The albino took care to keep her standards low, even though her hopes for that evening had flickered a tad out of safe-range earlier."Ought to get a move on, then." Only slightly downtrodden, she tried to make peace with this: he couldn't help who he was, if he was gay, that is, and it wasn't her fault she had misinterpreted things so direly! She thought he had been sending her all sorts of good signals, but it was probably just a big misunderstanding.

Yeah, no kidding.

"Or all the good places will be closed." Soon thereafter, there was a breadstick hunk in her mouth, and another one in her hand, which she used to gesture at the door with. It must be hard, realizing that you might be just a beard. Maybe she would find this situation funny, in a year or two, if her suspicions turned out to be correct, but all that matters is that I find this hilarious right now.

[eemp]

A cooperative drunk was a happy drunk, and a happy drunk didn't need to get the living crap kicked out of him before one took him home. Aurelius knew from drunks. Especially drunk Fel'asaris! The taller man watched Ilvyn wobble and try to make the thinking-type-things happen in his brainyspace, standing very still and looking very concerned as well as very innocent. He made no further effort to leer.

"An inn. Alright." He began edging Ilvyn toward the door, pausing to lean over a bit and tell one of the restaurant staff that they'd be right back. He looked around for Therese, and when he found her- still moving toward the door, mind you- he held out his hand. Come on. This was your idea, so you're gonna come along and make sure I don't eat him or accidentally sleep with him or something jesus christ he's like fifteen.

[Tay]

To keep them from having sex. Yes, if Therese knew that she was possibly being used for such inappropriate purposes, she probably would agree that she would be an excellent cockblock. In fact, she could probably go pro. Someone would have to explain to her the intricate facets of the word, to start with. She knew it sounded painful, but she didn't know the half of it.
If one wanted to become fluent in the ways of cock-blocking, I would recommend Ilvyn as a first-hand source. He is most likely very experienced with such things, as blue-balls--the inevitable consequence of cock-blocking--is considered a chronic condition for him.

Buuuuut anyhow. All matters concerning cocks and balls and Ilvyn's balls aside, Therese was still pretty anxious about this whole ordeal. She was beginning to suspect that Ilvyn wanted to do something very inappropriate with (or to) Aurelius, and that this whole fiasco was an elaborate plan to get there. Even if the rogue fel'asar had been smart enough to think up such a scheme, it was unlikely that this happening was anything but chance, but she seemed to think otherwise.

Following the fel'asar duo quietly to the door, careful not to draw any undue attention to them, Therese kept her eyes low and her head bowed. Good gravy, she knew that man at the table beside them. He was a regular at their shop. So much for his loyal patronage.
Once they had fully exited the restaurant, the albino tapped the drunk young man on his shoulder and asked, "How old are you, sir?" He could not be over 16, at best.

[Locke (DP)]

Ilvyn was practically stepping on Aurelius feet he was stumbling so close to him (it could hardly be called walking). The boy was like a stupid lamb trailing after his shepherd. If cooperation from Vyn is what Aurelius wanted, he got it, as long as the boy was fooled into thinking he was walking towards a sexual paradise and not about to be carelessly dumped at an inn. The boy’s mind was already in the bedroom, so he took very little notice of the woman’s sudden sullen behavior. Why should she feel sad? Didn’t she like orgies?

When they got outside a tapping at his shoulder tore his attention away from Aurelius for a moment, an amazing feat for the small woman. Ilvyn put his sexy face back on when addressing the lady. “I’m a grown man,” Ilvyn answered, repeating what Aurelius had said about him earlier. “Don’t worry, sweetling. I have lots of experience under my belt, if you get my meaning. If your father has a hissy just tell him…tell him…we all have to lose our virginity.” Ilvyn misunderstood her reason for asking the question, but that was a-ok with him.

“Now this man,” Ilvyn said, while smacking Aurelius in the chest with the back of his hand. “I don’t know about this Aurelium. He doesn’t seem very suave.” Then he leaned away from Aurelius and tried to whisper to her, as if revealing a big secret. “It’s ok, baby, I’ll show him the ropes.” Drunken people are pretty horrible at whispering. The boy thought he was being ninja stealthy but he was actually ‘whispering’ to her at normal speaking volume. “I’ll teach him which hole to stick it in.”

Then Vyn winked at her and gave her a thumbs-up sign, assuming that would calm her frayed nerves. If she was a little awkward in bed, that was alright, Ilvyn would be there to help. Also the thought of having sex with this shy little girl as her first partner only made him feel better. Fuck that! The boy was feeling pretty damn awesome right about now. It was unfortunate that it probably wouldn’t last. Sober he would have seen that dreams of having these two in bed with him were rather dim.

At least he was happy…for now.

[eemp]

Aurelius would prefer to keep the conversation at least a foot away from all genitals at all times! On a first date, definitely, and very likely on the second as well. Not that he was prudish or anything, just that he had, uh, manners. He kept a good hold of Ilvyn, and was bracing himself for the butt-gropes he was sure were coming.

He looked down at Therese as she spoke, and tried to make sure neither he nor Ilvyn fell and died while they had their conver- well, while Ilvyn talked a lot. A lot of bullshit, actually, but Aurelius wasn't saying anything. He was just patting Ilvyn's shoulder with the ends of his fingers and walking onward, toward a small but reasonably nice inn. He was not responding to Vyn unless the younger man stumbled, and even then it was only enough to keep him from falling.


As they approached the building, Orrie squeezed Ilvyn again, this time to get his attention. Excuse me, sir Moloch. Just a moment of your time. "Do you have any money for the inn?" His tone was terribly casual, as if he were asking a stranger what time it was.

[Tay]

"O-oh. Oh...okay." A lot of experience under the belt. Show him the ropes. Aurelius isn't suave. Virginity and something about her father. Holes holes holes. And which one to stick 'it' in.
Um. Okay. That was all very great, whatever he was saying. But, er, she had a question.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" The albino appeared quite flustered, having fallen behind after the horned fel'asar started in on his talk of, er, holes. Thankfully, she finally possessed a vague idea of what he was insinuating, but the details were beginning to perturb her.
She hurried to catch up with the pair, picking up her skirt and clunking rather ungracefully after them. "If you don't have money, sir, I can help but-" Buuuut there would be a price, apparently! "only if you mind your manners inside." It was mumbled, but she just insulted him! Almost. 'Mind your manners' was pretty mean for Therese, and one might take infer that she was calling him rude. Oh snap. It was on. ...sort of.

[Locke (DP)]

“I don’t know if anyone has ever explained sex to you, sweetheart, but that’s what I’m talking about,” The tone in his voice gave away slight frustration. The boy couldn’t fathom why she didn’t understand this and could only think she was either stupid or naïve. “You, me, and your boyfriend. Tonight.”

“Tch, I have money,” First he answered Aurelius and then he snapped angrily back at the woman’s added comment. “What is with you, woman? Think I’m just as poor as I am drunk?”

This was where they should have said goodnight and parted ways, but Ilvyn wasn’t about to have any of that bullshit. Vyn grabbed a fistful of the front of Aurelius’ shirt and put in his best (drunken) effort to haul the guy through the doorway of the inn. Somewhere in the back of the kid’s mind he had realized that wherever one went the other followed. Aurelius was going to be harder to manhandle as he was bigger, and well, a guy, but he was closer to Ilvyn at that point in time. Also he imagined that if he grabbed the girl in the same manner (by the boob) she would have probably screamed bloody murder, as if she was being raped.

“Come on, my lovelies,” Ilvyn purred. “We don’t have all night and we still need to get you out of those clothes.”

[eemp]

Aurelius wasn't happy. Jesus. This was like being a teenager all over again. Come on, dad, let's just get you home. No, I don't want to know how I was conceived. Again. Just. Stop. Now Ilvyn was trying to drag him into the inn, and- well.

"Give the money to the nice lady." The money, I mean. And not to Therese! Aurelius was nudging Ilvyn up toward the counter, edging forward with the smaller man's hands balled up in his shirt and his own still trying to keep Ilvyn on his feet. He kept looking up, making slightly frantic eye-contact with the innkeeper, a broad, valkryic woman with a set of enormous, er, braids. HELP, HILDA. HELP.

[Tay]

Ilvyn: professional charmer. The albino visibly flinched at the mention of sex, but this was not due to her naivete. It was because his words confirmed her suspicions, which was worrisome. She wanted to warn Aurelius (as if he didn't know already) of what was coming, but by the time she had an opportunity a brutal woman named Hilda was staring them down.

The woman was large (everywhere), and had they met under any other circumstances Therese would have been more than a bit intimidated. Standing in comparison to such a lady, the albino was made instantly into a fragile little bag of bones. ...with no tits. But right then, as Hilda stared them down through black bushel brows, her fingers nearly cracking the mahogany desk as she caught sight of Ilvyn, Therese was sure she was in love, right down to her big ol' busty...braids. Like. For serious. 'Girl-crush' does not even begin to cover it.

"We just need one room, Miss." That was Therese, surprisingly enough. She seemed quite pleased that Hilda seemed to hold the same disdain for Ilvyn that she dared not to express--and he hadn't said a word to her!

Hilda: she was not at all pleased. This man was making a fool of himself in the lobby ofher inn, which meant he was trying to make a fool of her as well. And no one--no one--makes a fool out of HILDA BRICKETS. Especially not a twiggy fel'asar.
...to be fair, everyone is pretty twiggy next to HILDA BRICKETS.
"Come weeth me." Raising one square finger into the air, she motioned for the trio to follow her down the long, dank hallway beside her. But she did not wait, for Hilda Brickets waits for no one.

Therese suddenly seemed very squirmy again, in a way that was distinctly hers. Read: in a good way. A very good way, that had nothing to do with Ilvyn, if you're catching my drift.
...hey! Hilda Brickets was a strong woman. She was authoritative and commanding and she did not seem like she was one to put up with shit--especially a drunk lecher's shit. Can you blame her? Hilda Brickets was like a goddess, with the best damn...braids Therese has ever seen.

It wasn't long before Hilda was busting in a door, pointing jerkily about the room, outlining it's contents: "Bed. Chair. Desk. Dresser. Oil lamp. Candle. Wash bin. Piss pot." However, she was standing in the doorjamb, not allowing anyone to enter. The hand that had been gesturing was soon flat and palm-up infront of Ilvyn. "Payment, please."

[Locke (DP)]

This scenario seemed familiar, but not quite. Vyn was having foggy memories of his ex-partner and him disposing of a particularly fatty warlock. Oh yeah and something about Vyn eating poisoned pie. Memories weren’t too clear when he had drink in him. This lady didn’t look weak however and could hardly be faulted for overindulgence. In fact, she look like she might be able to kick Vyn’s arse if given the chance, especially when he needed another guy to play kickstand so he wouldn’t fall over. This did not bode well.

Vyn was getting the feeling he had no choice but to follow, so he did. The boy still wasn’t completely in the moment, still wondering if they would all fit in whatever room she was bringing them to. Were these two also going to make him pay for them? Geez, he had some coin but he didn’t know if he could cover all three of them, or at least, he really didn’t want to. Hopefully the rooms were cheap here and the beds were big. Else they were going to have to use the floor and that could be a little rough, particularly for the poor little albino woman. Vyn was still thinking about this when they got to the door of the room.

“Wow, did you have to memorize all that? Must have been tough,” There went Ilvyn, insulting the big woman’s intelligence. The boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Then Ilvyn reluctantly pulled four gold coins from under his cloak and dropped them in her palm. “If you want more than that you better talk to my friends here.”

You’re lucky to get that much you fat…fat…

Forgetting what he was about to call her, the boy became still. How quiet the boy had become was suspicious, but this was not due to fear. A dark gloomy cloud was forming in Vynland. A foreboding black thing whispered to him. That dark depressing thing called his ‘sober’ mind was trying to speak to him. Trying to tell him that he was about to get hurt. Either his face or his pride were about to be shattered.

I…need a drink.

[eemp]

Aurelius, frankly, was always grateful for Hilda BRICKETS. She didn't give a shit what he was so long as he paid for his room on time, and that was awful handy. He still had one arm around Ilvyn, and apparently didn't plan on letting the little guy loose anytime soon. The Innkeeper began listing off the room's contents like she did for everyone and Aurelius listened very politely, standing up straight and smiling cheerfully. No teeth. Yes very good carry on.

Ilvyn started talking and Aurelius' cool false fingers slid the backs of their knuckles along Vyn's jaw, soothing. "Shh." Yes be quiet honey. Almost there.

Hilda seemed appeased with the four gold coins. Somewhat. Aurelius' hand clinked quietly against the supplementary coins, and Hilda shuffled away. "Come on, now." Inside. There's a bed in there! You are gonna sleep this off and we are going to finish our date come hell or high water. Aurelius was not one to be distracted from his mission!

[Tay]

Not to be a total downer or anything, but Orrie's ideal date-night was facing quite a bit of adversity: first, a drunk horny fel'asar tramples in on them, and then his own date was contemplating following the inn-keeper back to the front-desk to discuss-ahem.
...cookies.

Therese watched Hilda go but managed to keep herself from following the larger woman (despite the near unbearable temptation) and it was a decision she soon began to regret. The albino shuffled around the awkward lump that Aurelius and Ilvyn made up and swept over the bedside, where she turned down the sheets. "The bed looks very comfortable, you should be nice and warm, here...sir." Pfft. Sir. For lack of a better word (that was appropriate in the company of a gentleman.) "It's been a pleasure. Have a good-er-evening."
Her gaze said otherwise: she was trying to catch Aurelius' gaze in an attempt to convey that they should GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE. Like, soon.

[Locke (DP)]

If Aurelius was intending to calm Vyn, touching his face had the exact opposite effect. Before Vyn was able to put up all his defenses for a punch that was sure to come, the large woman had walked away, apparently satisfied with his payment, leaving his face and bones intact. The stroke along his jaw caused his heart to start beating slightly faster, a reminder that he had no control of his emotions right then. If only he could understand that he hadn’t gotten through the storm yet. That was yet to come- when he would inevitably be slapped in the face with the dreaded ‘no’. Aurelius was doing a poor job at silencing Ilvyn, but an excellent one at leading him on.

Then the woman tried to drop the ‘no’ on him, but Vyn wasn’t listening. It wasn’t a clear cut ‘no’ anyways. She couldn’t expect this drunken boy, the same one that had thrown a tantrum earlier, to understand her subtle hints. Well “good evening” was no hidden message, but combined with the stuttering Vyn could pretend otherwise. Especially when it seemed like he had all of his attention on Aurelius.

“You’re too kind, love,” Ilvyn purred. “Let me return the favor.”

Deciding then that the only way to show his full appreciation was to molest the fellow, one of Vyn’s hands went to the collar of Aurelius’ shirt and the other went to his crotch. Highly inappropriate, but Ilvyn wasn’t thinking about being polite while simultaneously attempting to snog the guy and feel him up in the middle of the hallway. Only Therese had made it into the bedroom, so far, so any passerby’s were about to get a disturbing display of…public affection. Of course, Ilvyn thought Aurelius wanted it. After all, he had been touching Vyn first. Wasn’t that a sign to go ahead?

If only his lady friend had been so willing.

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_{(Please excuse my dirty-minded character. >_>)}