forum Something to take the edge off(closed)

Started November 16, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Aight, sounds good

Oh. I forgot to mention. Adagio has Clef on him at all times, mainly since Clef is a service dog for depression. (I actually have a service dog for depression)

Aight, cool. I’ll write a starter here in a bit

Good!

(Aight, here we go)

Kaon was sitting on the bar counter, chatting with the bartender while his legs swung idly. It was an older, nicer bar, all brick walls and warm lighting. He was already decently buzzed, and had dressed for a night out-form-fitting black jeans with ripped knees, converse, a grey tank top, and a black hoodie slipped off of one of his shoulders, as well as a simple black choker

Adagio enters the bar, humming softly as he does so. Clef sniffs the air before looking at Adagio. The male was looking around, his eyes assessing the people in the bar. He walks to the bar, settling down and ordering his usual.

Samaeal walked into the bar, a place of comfy booths, with a classic pool-table and brick walls. Not his kind of place, but it would do. He stood in the threshold of the bar, scanning the building, scoping everyone out, his tail wrapped tightly around his leg, not visible. He took a seat next to a unique-looking fellow, awaiting the barkeep.
He was in nothing special, a black beanie (to hide his horns), a slightly snazzy black dress shirt, and black baggy Rocowear jeans (to hide his tail). His belt and watch were matching black pleather, and he wore black loafers. He carried a switchblade, with a black, scaly handle, and unique silver blade concealed on him.
He sighed.

Kaon looked up when he saw two people taking seats, a habit he had developed after years of having to watch his back. He took a moment to look each of them over, his pierced tongue running across sharpened canines idly. The newcomers didn’t seem like much, but he could always be wrong

Adagio nods and smiles sweetly at the bartender before looking at his drink. He runs his finger along the rim of the glass, a tired look in his eyes as he sat there. Clef sat there, alert. His eyes were sharp and on the look out for trouble. Adagio was wearing a simple, oversized hoodie, black jeans and converse tennis shoes. His piercings glimmered. It was a spider hooked to the curve of his ear, and a black chain leading down to his lobe, where two black studs kept the thin chain in place. An obsidian ring glints on his finger, encrusted in silver. He sighs tiredly, taking a sip and tapping his finger against the glass.

Blue-purple eyes turned, peering at both of the guys around him. His nostrils twitched as he took in their smell, ears perked up as he took in the sounds inside their bodies. He wasn't going to assume anything. The barkeep approached him.
"Yes, one kamikaze please!" He ordered, his East London accent bouncing off his tongue. "Old fashioned." He added.

Kaon raised a brow when he heard the guy’s accent. “Where you from, baby? Britain?” he asked curiously before sipping his bourbon

"As a matter of fact, I am, why do you ask, darling?" He inquired, receiving his kamikaze. His face split into a faultless, cheeky smile.

Adagio hums, looking around. He looks at the two men before chuckling lowly. He looks back at his drink. "Sir, mind getting me a vodka this time? Make it the strongest you've got." He purrs, his voice was sweet, silky and slightly tinted with a Scottish accent. He had to be careful when he spoke, making sure not to put someone under his spell. He had a performance in the morning. The bartender nods and he finishes off his starter before leaning back.

“Just curious,” Kaon answered innocently. Truth be told he was more than just curious-he had suspected that this man was a demon before, and he had always been intrigued by other demons

"Very well." Samaeal said, gazing lightly at the other demon. He took another drink, wondering how this place attracted so many extraordinary people.

Kaon chuckled a bit before taking a swig of his bourbon. He had bought a whole bottle for himself since he was a heavyweight

Samaeal suspected that the other guy knew he was a demon. His twil was getting a bit sore wrapped up, so he slid it out of his hoodie. It was almost twice as long as his leg, almost as thick as a hose, and very pretty turquoise, with a bit of burgundy tinge.
Thank God.

Kaon watched the guy’s tail extend with mild interest. He had one of his own that he could materialize if he felt like it, so he was a bit curious. Not knowing impulse control, he reached out to try and touch the guy’s tail

Samaeal twitched his tail, in a fluid motion, but let the guy touch it.
"You're a very curious fellow, aren't you?" Samaeal asked, cheekily. His tail twitched again.

“Something like that,” Kaon answered absently. He took the stranger’s tail into his hands, running his fingers along the length idly. “Curious,” he mumbled absently

"What's all that about?" Samaeal questioned, cocking an eyebrow as he finished his drink. He chuckled to himself.

“The colors. What causes that?” Kaon asked before looking up at the stranger. He was curious by nature, and the colors in the other’s tail were intriguing to him

"Probably a chemical in my skin. Much like how humans have 'warm' and 'cool' undertones to their skin." He explained, as it swished around.

Adagio stands and tosses his money owed to the barkeeper. "Thanks. That's all I need tonight love. Keep the change~" with that he begins to wander, Clef by his side. He chuckles, looking at the crowd.it was busy tonight. He looks at Clef before walking to watch the stage, his ears twitching at the noise. His long nails tap against his arm, watching with little interest.

Kaon nodded along before looking over towards the stage. He saw one of the newcomers from before, and his eyes lit up. Were they going to dance?

He smirked, looking around the crowd. He was in the mood for a little trouble making, but he knew he had to keep a low profile. He had a performance tomorrow. Still though. A night of fun might release tensions. He debated it for a moment. His sea foam green eyes seem to glow in the dark. His sharp teeth glint as he smirks. He sheds his jacket, wearing a simple black tank top, showing off his lithe body.

Samaeal examined the singer… Was he going to do karaoke? He slipped his tail back into his jeans, wrapping it around his leg. He ordered another kamikaze.

Kaon’s eyes lit up with childish excitement when he saw the man take off his coat. “Ooh, are we going to get a show tonight?” he cooed before taking a swig from his bottle

Tying the jacket around his waist, he looks around, taking a deep breath. He shuts his eyes. Clef nudges his hand with a gentle muzzle. He smiles and begins to sing, soft at first, but working to a louder volume. He figures he should at least sing a flirty song, make it interesting as he performs.

Samaeal's eyes change, his usually circular pupils becoming narrow, a sideways rectangular pupil in each eye, reminiscent of a goat. He sees the wisps ofvthe man's breath leave his mouth. He starts to purr.