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Log: Ongoing
When; Dec. 3rd ( Evening)
Rating; PG-13 ( For Language)
Characters; Scarab![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_v
Summary; Slightly intoxicated, pre-nightlife conversations ( Started life as an AIM log )
Log;
Vincent watched Scarab go. He was sort of tempted to ask her how it had felt being the transformed being she had been. Had having teeth in her torso hurt?
Did she feel anything when she'd found him dead?
...But that had all been a very unpleasant time.
it was warm in here, and he had been invited to wait.
There was a bottle of Jack, and a reading light, and he availed himself of both.
Eventually trying to translate Arthur Rimbaud started to feel like too much fuckin' effort now that Jack was his friend.
When Scarab returned he looked up with the closest he was ever going to be able to muster for an innocent look.
Innocent? Guilty as hell, more like.
Deer-in-headlights, Vincent'd been caught red-handed.
Well. somewhat sloshed, anyway
-
Keico scowled, but the smile on her lips sort of ruined the 'you are so dead' expression.
She'd had a good time, and even finding Vincent going through her clothes, she couldn't really muster up the energy to be pissed at him.
" If you tried on my pants and got them all stretched out, I'm taking it out of your ass." she said with a laugh, then burrowed under the kotatsu blanket.
It was too much effort to sit upright, so she stayed on the floor, with a pillow, her cigarettes, and an ashtray for company.
Sex, good sake, and now a warm kotatsu.
What more could a girl want?
-
"I didn't try anything on, I just looked at them." he was a bit staggery when he came closer, and somewhat heavily laid a necklace across her, awkwardly.
"This is pretty," he enthused, "You should have worn it on your date. thing."
Stooping a bit closer she'd probably notice he might not have worn any cothes but he had certainly helped himself to trying on makeup. "I certainly would have. are we still going clubbing? I'm bored."
-
She wrinkled her nose at the necklace.
" That was once of the things Faye got me.... that and the little black dress, and that godawful yellow tank top with the kitten on the front."
She said.
Honestly, the kitten-shirt had made her laugh, and while she never wore either of the afore mentioned clothes, they made her smile to see them in her closet.
Scarab wasn't 'drunk', per say, but sake tended to send her internal censor out to lunch...
" Are you..?"
She peered closer, the red lensed implants in her eyes focusing on Vincent's face.
" You are! Your wearing my lipstick! "
Alchohol, or no, Scarab was well-trained, and so the quick movement to shove him back ( with the intent to make him sit flat on his ass) probably was a little slower than usual, but if it got the job done, that was all that mattered.
" You little weasel! How much of my stuff did you rifle through?" she huffed, putting out her cigarette, and finally sitting up to take stock of her room.
-
Her lipstick, and her eyeshadow as well.
Vincent fell back clumsily when she pushed him.
At first he looked surprised, angry even, to have fallen.
His second instinct was to wince.
He had done so much wrong to this woman and, as pretty much everyone else tended to want to (and oft succeeded in) kill him, he was sure pain was the only logical followup.
An involuntary whimper escaped his lips
-
She blinked at the whimper, then scooted closer with an exasperated sigh.
" Shit, are you ok? I didn't mean to throw you that hard..."
Yes, Vincent had been an absolute trial....then had done things to her that most would find death preferable to.
Still, the other marked were her responsibility, and she took that job very seriously.
A quick once-over, and he seemed fine, so she reached again for her half-smoked cigarette, and returned the ashtray to the table. She lit it, and noted the empty bottle as well.
Correction, she thought to herself, I wish I'd thrown you harder.
" Damnitt, Vince..." she fairly whined, pinching the bridge of her nose. " I asked you for two very simple things: Don't drink all my booze, and don't mess with my stuff...."
Looking frustrated, and a little tired, she took a draw off her cigarette, and looked at him. " ......I just can't win with you, can I?"
-
When death didn't seem immediately forthcoming, Vincent calmed a little. He smiled sheepishly. "It's alright. I have money now," his eyes lit up a bit at the very thought of money.
He waved his hand dismissally at the empty bottle, "That's an inferrrrior product anyway. You need a nice aged brandy or...or..." an even wickeder grin crossed his face, "Perhaps something in a nice absinthe.Fear not, m'lady..."
He got up again, obviously unsteady on his feet, "I'm buying. We shall go," he announced, "On a midnight shopping spree. Compile a list. We shall buy beautiful baubles for the master, and....and rainment befitting of your return and new room and..."
Vincent's scheme was getting gradually grander now, "Something nice for Henry, maybe, cos he's such a pretty thing..." Even though she hadn't shoved him again, Vincent sat down again heavily. "What does Cori like?" he asked, "Besides...besides eating other people's eyes, I mean? S'got... s'got to be something I can give him t'show my intentions are nothing but benign..."
-
Keico couldn't help a snigger, but she covered her mouth to try and hold it in.
...It died quickly with the mention of Absinthe.
She looked away and back at the table.
Absinthe..it usually reminded her of times past....of Frederick. She wondered where he was, now?
Half-listening to Vincent's list, she didn't comment again until he asked her directly about the Corinthian.
Then she lightly headdesk-ed, and turned to peek out at Vincent through her hair.
" Give it up, already. Your intentions don't have a damn thing to do with it, Vince."
The residual pain from thinking about Frederick still hurt, but she was trying to cover for it valiantly by putting out her dead cigarette, and reaching for another.
" Your flirting for a lost cause, there, and I can pretty much tell you; if he's already pulled his 'nightmare' thing on you, he'd rather kill you than fuck you, if given the chance."
"There's plenty of other men in this place, and since the majority seem to be gay too, you shouldn't have trouble finding another fixation." she pointed out.
"As for going out; first your going to sober up a little, and I don't want to hear any arguments or else I won't take you at all" she warned, pointing her cigarette at him for emphasis.
Rating; PG-13 ( For Language)
Characters; Scarab
noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_vSummary; Slightly intoxicated, pre-nightlife conversations ( Started life as an AIM log )
Log;
Vincent watched Scarab go. He was sort of tempted to ask her how it had felt being the transformed being she had been. Had having teeth in her torso hurt?
Did she feel anything when she'd found him dead?
...But that had all been a very unpleasant time.
it was warm in here, and he had been invited to wait.
There was a bottle of Jack, and a reading light, and he availed himself of both.
Eventually trying to translate Arthur Rimbaud started to feel like too much fuckin' effort now that Jack was his friend.
When Scarab returned he looked up with the closest he was ever going to be able to muster for an innocent look.
Innocent? Guilty as hell, more like.
Deer-in-headlights, Vincent'd been caught red-handed.
Well. somewhat sloshed, anyway
-
Keico scowled, but the smile on her lips sort of ruined the 'you are so dead' expression.
She'd had a good time, and even finding Vincent going through her clothes, she couldn't really muster up the energy to be pissed at him.
" If you tried on my pants and got them all stretched out, I'm taking it out of your ass." she said with a laugh, then burrowed under the kotatsu blanket.
It was too much effort to sit upright, so she stayed on the floor, with a pillow, her cigarettes, and an ashtray for company.
Sex, good sake, and now a warm kotatsu.
What more could a girl want?
-
"I didn't try anything on, I just looked at them." he was a bit staggery when he came closer, and somewhat heavily laid a necklace across her, awkwardly.
"This is pretty," he enthused, "You should have worn it on your date. thing."
Stooping a bit closer she'd probably notice he might not have worn any cothes but he had certainly helped himself to trying on makeup. "I certainly would have. are we still going clubbing? I'm bored."
-
She wrinkled her nose at the necklace.
" That was once of the things Faye got me.... that and the little black dress, and that godawful yellow tank top with the kitten on the front."
She said.
Honestly, the kitten-shirt had made her laugh, and while she never wore either of the afore mentioned clothes, they made her smile to see them in her closet.
Scarab wasn't 'drunk', per say, but sake tended to send her internal censor out to lunch...
" Are you..?"
She peered closer, the red lensed implants in her eyes focusing on Vincent's face.
" You are! Your wearing my lipstick! "
Alchohol, or no, Scarab was well-trained, and so the quick movement to shove him back ( with the intent to make him sit flat on his ass) probably was a little slower than usual, but if it got the job done, that was all that mattered.
" You little weasel! How much of my stuff did you rifle through?" she huffed, putting out her cigarette, and finally sitting up to take stock of her room.
-
Her lipstick, and her eyeshadow as well.
Vincent fell back clumsily when she pushed him.
At first he looked surprised, angry even, to have fallen.
His second instinct was to wince.
He had done so much wrong to this woman and, as pretty much everyone else tended to want to (and oft succeeded in) kill him, he was sure pain was the only logical followup.
An involuntary whimper escaped his lips
-
She blinked at the whimper, then scooted closer with an exasperated sigh.
" Shit, are you ok? I didn't mean to throw you that hard..."
Yes, Vincent had been an absolute trial....then had done things to her that most would find death preferable to.
Still, the other marked were her responsibility, and she took that job very seriously.
A quick once-over, and he seemed fine, so she reached again for her half-smoked cigarette, and returned the ashtray to the table. She lit it, and noted the empty bottle as well.
Correction, she thought to herself, I wish I'd thrown you harder.
" Damnitt, Vince..." she fairly whined, pinching the bridge of her nose. " I asked you for two very simple things: Don't drink all my booze, and don't mess with my stuff...."
Looking frustrated, and a little tired, she took a draw off her cigarette, and looked at him. " ......I just can't win with you, can I?"
-
When death didn't seem immediately forthcoming, Vincent calmed a little. He smiled sheepishly. "It's alright. I have money now," his eyes lit up a bit at the very thought of money.
He waved his hand dismissally at the empty bottle, "That's an inferrrrior product anyway. You need a nice aged brandy or...or..." an even wickeder grin crossed his face, "Perhaps something in a nice absinthe.Fear not, m'lady..."
He got up again, obviously unsteady on his feet, "I'm buying. We shall go," he announced, "On a midnight shopping spree. Compile a list. We shall buy beautiful baubles for the master, and....and rainment befitting of your return and new room and..."
Vincent's scheme was getting gradually grander now, "Something nice for Henry, maybe, cos he's such a pretty thing..." Even though she hadn't shoved him again, Vincent sat down again heavily. "What does Cori like?" he asked, "Besides...besides eating other people's eyes, I mean? S'got... s'got to be something I can give him t'show my intentions are nothing but benign..."
-
Keico couldn't help a snigger, but she covered her mouth to try and hold it in.
...It died quickly with the mention of Absinthe.
She looked away and back at the table.
Absinthe..it usually reminded her of times past....of Frederick. She wondered where he was, now?
Half-listening to Vincent's list, she didn't comment again until he asked her directly about the Corinthian.
Then she lightly headdesk-ed, and turned to peek out at Vincent through her hair.
" Give it up, already. Your intentions don't have a damn thing to do with it, Vince."
The residual pain from thinking about Frederick still hurt, but she was trying to cover for it valiantly by putting out her dead cigarette, and reaching for another.
" Your flirting for a lost cause, there, and I can pretty much tell you; if he's already pulled his 'nightmare' thing on you, he'd rather kill you than fuck you, if given the chance."
"There's plenty of other men in this place, and since the majority seem to be gay too, you shouldn't have trouble finding another fixation." she pointed out.
"As for going out; first your going to sober up a little, and I don't want to hear any arguments or else I won't take you at all" she warned, pointing her cigarette at him for emphasis.