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Started November 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Mh, well don't let it go to your head. After all, its me who should be serving you." Ember finished her drink and set the cup down on the counter.

He rolls his eyes, “you know-“ he stops himself before downing more of his drink and refilling it at a concerning speed, “more drink?” He asks

Ember shook her head no. "What was that? What you where going to say, that is." She stared at him expectantly.

“It’s a bore. Being the leader, having people serve you.” He stares into his cup and drinks some more, “it’s a traumatic bore, you end up killing people and having people die for you so often that you hardly even care when it happens.” He laughs slightly, “it’s funny because I get all these people to boss around but when it comes to some stuff, I’m voiceless”

Ember looked at him thoughtfully for a few minutes before deciding to speak. "Death is a thing we can't really control. If we could then that'd be amazing, but sometimes we just need to take a step back and watch." She cocked her head to the side. "And besides, if its such a bore why not go out and have fun? Even if its just once."

“I can’t. I’m practically stuck here or doing business, the curse of inheriting the family business.” He sighs and finishes off his drink
(I have to go to bed now, see you come morning time)

(Kk, night!)

Ember shrugged. "Just, set up a meeting. that'd last an entire day, and go out and have fun. Act like a normal person."

“What’s normal anyways?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head, “and how is either of us supposed to understand? I’ve seen your documents, how you grew up. Darlin’ neither of us understand ‘normal’”

Ember stiffened and narrowed her eyes. "It was just a suggestion. Never mind." She slid off the counter and stretched. "So what else do you have to do? Or was that all? Kill and drink."

“It’s mostly drink, some killing, but since you’re going to be on my ass about doing stuff, lets go up to my office and do some boring paperwork” he grabs a bottle off the counter and heads towards the staircase with a slight wobble in his strides.

"Great, paper work." Ember rolled her eyes and followed. She noticed how his steps seemed off and raised an eye brow. "Sir, are you drunk?"

He chuckles, “of course not!” He heads up the stairs, holding onto the railing, “it’s too early in the eve to be drunk, I personally prefer the term ‘under the influence’ or ‘intoxicated’”

Ember rolled her eyes again and sighed. "Wonderful." She said sarcastically. "So is it safe to assume you will be drunk later? Will I have to drunk proof everything?"

“Oh, I can take care of myself when I’m drunk, I’ve done it before. You’ll just be stuck with a drunk person” he walks into his office, “hey you never know though, maybe you need to stay on guard because someone could be poisoning all the alcohol and how awful would that be?”

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Ember narrowed her eyes. "Because for one to check all the alcohol they'd have to drink it."

He shrugs, “if it’ll make you less aggressive” he laughs, “no, I wouldn’t force you to drink, I’d have to be hammered to do that”

"I am not aggressive." Ember protested rather aggressively. "And if you do get hammered I'm letting everything play out for you to deal with once you sobber up."

“I can deal with my drunk self just fine!” He laughs slightly, “I’m used to being by myself when I’m drunk”

"That might be true. But isn't my job to keep you safe, sir." Ember gave a slightly smug grin. "And I do believe people should not be by themselves when drunk."

He laughs heartily, “well people shouldn’t be on their own when drunk. But does that stop me? Of course not!”

"Whatever, I'm going to turn into a glorified babysitter by the end of the first day aren't I? And besides I though your life was more fun, Why get drunk at home when you can go to a bar?" Ember looked up at him, her eyes soft and mischievous.

“Would you wish to drive us to a bar?” He asks with a slight laugh and raise of his eyebrow

"Honestly, yes. if, you can put up with my driving." Ember grinned, excited to have a chance of going to a bar.

“As long as you don’t crash my car I don’t care” he reaches into a drawer on his desk before pulling out keys to a car and tossing them to her, “heads up”

Ember caught the keys and looked down at all the knifes she had strapped to her, "should I put on bagger clothes? I mean, most are hidden," She pulled one of the bigger knifes from its spot and sighed. "I'll just keep the hidden ones on me. Is that okay sir?"

“That should be fine, I doubt we’ll need any of them but those should be fine just in case” he nods approvingly before starting to walk out of the room.

Ember pulled a few more knifes from her small frame, along with the straps that'd kept them there and quickly followed. "This is going to be awesome."

He nods, “it shall be…how many knifes do you carry around all the time?” He chuckles and heads down the stairs

"Enough to stab someone in every limb more then once." Ember shrugged. When the got to the car she slid into the drivers side and smiled. "I hope you know I didn't pass my drivers test."

“Hun, it’s still better than me drunk driving” he laughs, “plus, I mean what’s the point of living if you don’t endanger your life by getting in the car with an awful driver st least once?”