RP Log - Bar Time!
Who: Zechs & Zelas
When: Today
Where: Bar
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Zelas
Summary: Zechs walks into the bar...
Zechs stepped into the bar and removed his leather jacket. It was still a mite chilly out, so he was still wearing it. Unwinding the red scarf from around his neck, he looked around.
Zelas smiled too-sweetly when she saw someone come in, leaning against one of the walls behind the bar itself. She had installed a karaoke machine in the corner, and had been thinking of advertising that she had it when there was that little interruption. "Well, hello there."
"Good evening." He said politely.
Zelas moved to the front of the bar area, still smiling as her bracelets jangled. "What would you like?"
He was on edge, not trusting this woman. "Scotch please."
Zelas nodded, getting Zechs his drink.
He sat down. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. It's still too cold out there."
"It's not as cold as it could be." He replied lying his scarf on the stool next to him.
Zelas shrugged, resulting in another round of noise from her jewelry. She didn't particularly like the cold in her current form, but it was easier to move around the village in.
Picking up the glass, the weary soldier inspected it before taking a sip.
"I didn't do anything to it, if that's what you're thinking."
"Old habits die hard."
Zelas smirked, "Have you noticed the new addition to this little place?"
"Which one?"
"To the bar, not the island itself." Zelas chuckled, she didn't have that much interest in the residents beyond their amusement value. Although...the one with the split personality could provide a lot of that...
Zechs was a usual patron to the bar, once a week or so. He turned, looking around. "A karaoke machine?"
"Mr. Starwind suggested it, although I am not sure he should have." The mazoku smiled, "It could provide some entertainment if anyone chooses to actually use it."
"No way I'm using it Zelas."
"A shame. Your voice wouldn't be that bad."
Now was not the time to remember the voice lessons Treize' mother had roped him into... He blushed very lightly before focusing on his drink.
Zelas gave Zechs a knowing look before busying herself with something at the bar. "You have to admit, I do have a point."
"Yes, I know Zelas."
"Naturally." Zelas smiled, thinking of various ways to amuse herself. A karaoke contest could be a good idea...
“Why don't you simply hold a contest with an irresistible prize."
"That depends on the prize." Zelas smirked, "It would have to be something that people would actually want."
"Of course." He replied with another sip of his scotch
"That will give me something to think about."
"And to torture the residents with."
Zelas chuckled, since that sort of her thing kind of was her nature. And she had to create her own amusement since her prankster wasn't around. The pranking trio just didn't do things that amused her all the time, of course. "Possibly."
“Most things people want is to either go home, or see those from their world."
"And of course, those are not things I can simply do."
"Of course not. Though your Trickster's done it." Zechs said knowingly.
"My dear trickster priest did, you mean. That does not mean that I have the desire to. Besides, unlike him, I try to obey some of the laws of time and space."
Zechs chuckled and set his empty glass down. "A mazoku with a sense of honor."
Zelas chuckled, "A Mazoku Lord, who has no desire to deal with angry beings more powerful than themselves. I try to not anger those who could easily wipe me out of existence."
He looked at Zelas, arching an eyebrow.
Zelas smirked, "I intend on staying alive for as long as I can to create chaos, unlike some I could mention."
"Your Trickster Priest?"
"Someone who had to borrow him for a short time, actually."
Zechs nodded, sloshing the ice cubes around in the glass.
Zelas was going to take a smoke break after this, but she was going to wait until Zechs was out of the bar. "This year you will not be spending your time drinking on a certain holiday."
"No. Not this year."
"I will be avoiding it."
"Lucky you."
"I have to avoid it."
"How sick would it make you?"
Zelas shrugged. While she had a good idea of how sick she would be, she wasn't likely to divulge that, even to one of her regular customers.
He picked the glass up and sipped some of the melted liquid.
“It is enough to know that I would not be feeling very well."
"That much I can gather on my own Zelas."
"Of course."
He laughed.
Zelas smirked, "Did you really think I would make it that easy for you?"
"Oh no, of course not."
"Good." Because it never will be, she added mentally.
Zechs set the glass down again and stretched. He sat in the middle of the emotional spectrum, never too happy or too sad.
"One enough for you today?"
"For now it's fine. I have no desire to return to my fiance at the moment."
"She would be angry if you returned drunk."
"Of course she would. It takes more than one to get me drunk."
"You could drink more than some of the other humans here."
"Zelas, you know who I am. It's common for nobility to drink from a young age."
Zelas smirked, "I know. And I know that you have more muscle mass than some others, which means your body does not hold on to alcohol as long."
"From being a soldier since I was a boy."
"The only one who could challenge you would be the other large soldier, and he is from a world where alcohol is more common than in yours."
"We did that last year."
"Not intentionally as far as a challenge. Merely got drunk together."
Zechs shrugged elegantly.
Zelas smirked slightly, waiting to see if Zechs was finished with his glass.
"I'll have another. Just a single."
"All right." Zelas nodded, getting Zechs his drink. She made it in front of him, to give him the peace of mind that she wasn't slipping anything into it, not that she would with him...perhaps with one of the other residents.
Zechs was always cautious with everyone. Well, maybe except Lucrezia and Treize.
"There's your drink."
"Thank you Zelas."
"You're welcome."
He sipped his drink, thinking about various things.
When: Today
Where: Bar
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Zelas
Summary: Zechs walks into the bar...
Zechs stepped into the bar and removed his leather jacket. It was still a mite chilly out, so he was still wearing it. Unwinding the red scarf from around his neck, he looked around.
Zelas smiled too-sweetly when she saw someone come in, leaning against one of the walls behind the bar itself. She had installed a karaoke machine in the corner, and had been thinking of advertising that she had it when there was that little interruption. "Well, hello there."
"Good evening." He said politely.
Zelas moved to the front of the bar area, still smiling as her bracelets jangled. "What would you like?"
He was on edge, not trusting this woman. "Scotch please."
Zelas nodded, getting Zechs his drink.
He sat down. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. It's still too cold out there."
"It's not as cold as it could be." He replied lying his scarf on the stool next to him.
Zelas shrugged, resulting in another round of noise from her jewelry. She didn't particularly like the cold in her current form, but it was easier to move around the village in.
Picking up the glass, the weary soldier inspected it before taking a sip.
"I didn't do anything to it, if that's what you're thinking."
"Old habits die hard."
Zelas smirked, "Have you noticed the new addition to this little place?"
"Which one?"
"To the bar, not the island itself." Zelas chuckled, she didn't have that much interest in the residents beyond their amusement value. Although...the one with the split personality could provide a lot of that...
Zechs was a usual patron to the bar, once a week or so. He turned, looking around. "A karaoke machine?"
"Mr. Starwind suggested it, although I am not sure he should have." The mazoku smiled, "It could provide some entertainment if anyone chooses to actually use it."
"No way I'm using it Zelas."
"A shame. Your voice wouldn't be that bad."
Now was not the time to remember the voice lessons Treize' mother had roped him into... He blushed very lightly before focusing on his drink.
Zelas gave Zechs a knowing look before busying herself with something at the bar. "You have to admit, I do have a point."
"Yes, I know Zelas."
"Naturally." Zelas smiled, thinking of various ways to amuse herself. A karaoke contest could be a good idea...
“Why don't you simply hold a contest with an irresistible prize."
"That depends on the prize." Zelas smirked, "It would have to be something that people would actually want."
"Of course." He replied with another sip of his scotch
"That will give me something to think about."
"And to torture the residents with."
Zelas chuckled, since that sort of her thing kind of was her nature. And she had to create her own amusement since her prankster wasn't around. The pranking trio just didn't do things that amused her all the time, of course. "Possibly."
“Most things people want is to either go home, or see those from their world."
"And of course, those are not things I can simply do."
"Of course not. Though your Trickster's done it." Zechs said knowingly.
"My dear trickster priest did, you mean. That does not mean that I have the desire to. Besides, unlike him, I try to obey some of the laws of time and space."
Zechs chuckled and set his empty glass down. "A mazoku with a sense of honor."
Zelas chuckled, "A Mazoku Lord, who has no desire to deal with angry beings more powerful than themselves. I try to not anger those who could easily wipe me out of existence."
He looked at Zelas, arching an eyebrow.
Zelas smirked, "I intend on staying alive for as long as I can to create chaos, unlike some I could mention."
"Your Trickster Priest?"
"Someone who had to borrow him for a short time, actually."
Zechs nodded, sloshing the ice cubes around in the glass.
Zelas was going to take a smoke break after this, but she was going to wait until Zechs was out of the bar. "This year you will not be spending your time drinking on a certain holiday."
"No. Not this year."
"I will be avoiding it."
"Lucky you."
"I have to avoid it."
"How sick would it make you?"
Zelas shrugged. While she had a good idea of how sick she would be, she wasn't likely to divulge that, even to one of her regular customers.
He picked the glass up and sipped some of the melted liquid.
“It is enough to know that I would not be feeling very well."
"That much I can gather on my own Zelas."
"Of course."
He laughed.
Zelas smirked, "Did you really think I would make it that easy for you?"
"Oh no, of course not."
"Good." Because it never will be, she added mentally.
Zechs set the glass down again and stretched. He sat in the middle of the emotional spectrum, never too happy or too sad.
"One enough for you today?"
"For now it's fine. I have no desire to return to my fiance at the moment."
"She would be angry if you returned drunk."
"Of course she would. It takes more than one to get me drunk."
"You could drink more than some of the other humans here."
"Zelas, you know who I am. It's common for nobility to drink from a young age."
Zelas smirked, "I know. And I know that you have more muscle mass than some others, which means your body does not hold on to alcohol as long."
"From being a soldier since I was a boy."
"The only one who could challenge you would be the other large soldier, and he is from a world where alcohol is more common than in yours."
"We did that last year."
"Not intentionally as far as a challenge. Merely got drunk together."
Zechs shrugged elegantly.
Zelas smirked slightly, waiting to see if Zechs was finished with his glass.
"I'll have another. Just a single."
"All right." Zelas nodded, getting Zechs his drink. She made it in front of him, to give him the peace of mind that she wasn't slipping anything into it, not that she would with him...perhaps with one of the other residents.
Zechs was always cautious with everyone. Well, maybe except Lucrezia and Treize.
"There's your drink."
"Thank you Zelas."
"You're welcome."
He sipped his drink, thinking about various things.