[OPEN] If you were somebody else

[paradiseruined]

Characters: Darcia & OPEN
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG (will up if anything happens)
Time: Backdated to January 15, nighttime.
Description: Keep running.

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[redpeacock]

In the meantime, Darcia wasn't all that alone. Close by, Genesis wasn't exactly the type to drink his worries away, but he often visited the bar if only to see if it would bring him any luck. Although he knew all too well that this was one of his past partner's favorite haunts. It was his as well.

A faint, fond smile crossed his lips as he thought about her.

He glances to the side, hoping he could find someone worthy of some conversation... or at least someone not too inebriated to talk to.

[paradiseruined]

He definitely did not feel quite inebriated yet, but three glasses of vodka on a system far more used to wine were not entirely without effect. Enough for him to start thinking aloud, at least.

"This gods-damned place." he grumbled to the room at large, studying the play of light in his glass. "If not the beginning of the world again, from whence did this ill-begotten hell come forth? Not even the writing is that of man or wolf..."

At least he wasn't yet talking to the dead, but long nights pouring over ancient manuscripts had given his tongue an archaic bent when less inclined to sobriety.

huu. So sorry, RL has a choke-hold on my free time.

[redpeacock]

It took a moment for Genesis to understand what the man was getting to. At first, he took it as a drunken rambling, but the look of the man cued him in to the fact that he wasn't so inebriated yet.

"Can't understand the writing in this world?"

He replied, wondering if the other would respond to his presence.

Is cool, is cool :)

[paradiseruined]

He turned to the redhead, drunk enough to be slightly startled that anyone had actually been paying attention. He snorted sharply, and raised the bottle so the other could see the cyrillic label. "This I understand, and this alone. All other writing appears as the gibberish of fools to mine eyes..."

[bass_instincts]

Shin had always been more of a beer person, but with the influence of Haru and Envy, he had taken a liking to some mixed drinks as well. He was sitting with some dark red drink and two other glasses the bartender had not yet had a chance to clean.

He was slowly stirring the drink, staring into it forlorn. He had become a regular here, showing up on his days off from the Host Club and especially when he didn't get any other calls.

Unsurprisingly, he's got his acoustic guitar in a case, propped at the bar next to him. He was playing all the time lately, or at least when he wasn't working or drinking, and sometimes even while he was drinking.

He finished off his drink and noticed Darcia a few seats down the bar. "And one more for him too," he told the bartender. Turning to Darcia he said, "You look like you could use it as much as me."

[paradiseruined]

He was already mildly inebriated to the point where his Noble's soul did not take offence to being treated with such familiarity, and instead he only nodded heavily. "Indeed, and I thank you for it..."

Letting unfamiliarity trail off into an unknown name, he took in the empty glasses and the mournful slump to the young man's shoulders, and saw a kindred spirit. "What was it that you lost?"

[bass_instincts]

"Love, a girl, maybe two," Shin replied, sounding defeated. He scooted down the two seats that separated them, leaving his guitar where it was. Hell, if he lost it he could afford three more at least.

He sighed and took a decent swig of the Bloody Mary as soon as he was passed it. "Name's Shin."

[paradiseruined]

"Lord Darcia the Third." he replied, taking another swallow of his own drink. He hestiated a long time, then asked, "What happened?"

He wasn't quite so drunk enough to expound upon his own issues, but perhaps listening to another's woe would ease the old sting of his own wounded soul.

[devoted_sinner]

With his shift finally over at the construction site, Viede decided to use this time to investigate more of the citizens of Death City by visiting the bar. Aion had requested that he find out as much of the people around as possible and that was what he intended on doing. Anything for their goal, the sinner was ready to put himself on the line for.

The man with a rather large stature calmly entered the bar as he gave a glance to span the place. The easiest to speak to was most likely the drunks or ones who intended on getting wasted. He was used to handling those types anyhow, recalling Genai's behavior. That was when he spotted the man sitting with a whole bottle of vodka. His target was set.

Casually, Viede joined him at the counter as he ordered something for himself and gave a friendly nod with a smile. "Good evening."

[paradiseruined]

The bottle in question was already the best part of two-thirds empty, and Darcia's head kept continually nodding towards the polished wood surface of the bar and then jerking back up again, still fighting sleep.

At the other man's greeting, though, he snapped fully awake, and reached for the bottle to refill his glass, returning the inclined head but not the smile. "If you can call it good with any self-same truth."

[devoted_sinner]

The man seemed like he was already reaching his end but Viede remained committed. The negative type. Someone with what one called a 'bad' day it seemed.

"Something the matter?" the sinner brought up the courage to ask as he thanked the bartender for his own drink and took a sip. Ah, a good drink after a good day's work.

[paradiseruined]

My wife was brutally murdered by her sister and now there's a boy trailing me who could have been our son in another life. He curled his lip, unwilling yet to be quite so frank with a complete stranger. However, it was either talk to him or fall asleep at this point, and Darcia wasn't nearly drunk enough to think that the gods would favour him with pleasant dreams.

"I am a cursed man." he said instead, bluntly. If the stranger were to laugh or disbelieve the curse of the House of Darcia, then it mattered not. "Everything I love crumbles unto ash and dust..."