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Post by Angel ♥ on May 7, 2010 8:44:24 GMT -5
Life had gone from good to bad in a record time. One moment he was reasonably happy, surrounded by adoring admirers, best friend close by, and the next he had been left alone naked in bed more than a little confused and upset. It seemed that Kevay's ideas on how to cheer people up when they were in a bad place really didn't help. Note to self; fucking your best friend to try and make them feel better after the execution of their brother (which may have been a little his fault) was not a good idea.
He had waited, God knew that he had waited. He hadn't left that room in days in the hope that she would come back, that she would do what ever she needed to do and then come back. She would come back, right? Lexie was his only friend, he needed her.
It hadn't happened. Lexie was gone, he was going to have to try and deal with it. It was when he realised this that he practically fled from the town he had been staying in, gathering up his few megre possesions and leaving with no clue where he was going or how he was going to get there. It had taken a few days of wandering aimlessly for him to reach Lait, and by that time he knew what he needed to do to make himself better. He needed to consult his old friend; whiskey.
The first tavern that he came to didn't look all that reputable, the paint was peeling off the weather worn sign and the door was pretty much hung off it's hinges. The windows were smeared with dirt and grime. It was the perfect place to hide away from the world and drown his sorrows in cheap alcohol.
Inside it wasn't much better. The stench of sweat and ale hit him like a wall as he walked in, Kevay recieving multiple suspicious (and interested) glances from the unsavoury looking clientel, not that any of this bothered him. It was warm and there were people. Hell, he could even cope with the straw that was strewn over the floor to soak up split booze and the faint smell of urine that laid under everything. This place could be anywhere, all that mattered that a.) he wasn't alone, b.) it was warm and c.) they had copious ammounts of whiskey.
The cupid slid onto an empty bar stool and dropped his bag to the ground by his feet, reaching into his coat to pull ot his coins and tap on the bar.
The young woman behind the bar almost tripped over her own feet as she looked at him, surprisingly pretty to be working in a place like this really, but from the smile he recieved he guessed that she was far from innocent. Hell, to put up with this rowdy crowd she would have to know how to look after herself.
"Whiskey, please." He ordered with a heavy sigh, not even in the mood to flirt. Oh God, he must be broken if he wasn't in the mood to charm. "A whole bottle, or two. Whatever. I just want whiskey." He explained, the woman arching an eyebrow before nodding, placing two slightly dusty bottles on the bar in front of him. Kevay paid without another word, drawing a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe around the neck of one of the bottle before taking a large gulp, shuddering as the firey liquid hit the back of his throat and warmed up his insides. Ah, he felt better already.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 7, 2010 9:51:42 GMT -5
The door to the seedy tavern burst open all of a sudden with a loud bang, letting in the dusky light of evening. The light was obscured by a few lopsided figures in the doorway, namely a red-headed man who was being supported by a couple of rather pretty girls. He straightened up as best he could, staggered drunkenly, tried again, and eventually seemed balanced and dismissed his company, no matter how easy on the eyes it was tonight. He wasn't in the mood for company of that kind right now. Maybe later. The coat he was wearing was frayed at the hems, and both it and the stranger's waistcoat hung open as he leant against the door-frame, uncaring of the rather dangerous amount of attention he was receiving from such unsavoury people.
Pah. Danger didn't bother him. Nothing really bothered him much any more.
Phoenix had learned a couple of things over the last month. First of all, DON'T piss off the King of fucking Cressa by kidnapping his daughter. Second, he could run very, very fast. Third, travelling alone when you were used to company of one kind of another was enough to drive you insane. And fourth, Ecritetre was a really, really really big place. Horrendously big. Too big for him to even be able to comprehend the number of places where the princess could be. God damn. He was in trouble.
The thief had fled Cressa just a couple of days after he'd realised what had happened to Rory (and the information hadn't been easy to obtain, either; apparently when you left for months on end all of your old connections forgot about you) in the general direction of Ecritetre. Only when he was there did he start to try and get some kind of bearing. And, what do you know, some lucky person had been kind enough to tell him that he'd heard rumours that Princess Aurora had been seen passing through the city he was in, about a week before. Phoenix had thought he'd hit the jackpot.
Then the trail went cold.
And though he had looked, and scoured the countryside, did even more unlawful things (than usual) to obtain information, he couldn't pick it back up again. So. His best friend was dead, his home-town wanted him dead, the one person who made it all worth while was gone, he was fighting a losing battle with alcoholism and he looked like the back end of a cart. Yet here he was.
Sweeping himself off with as much dignity as a drunk thief can manage - he was rather dusty and covered in straw for some reason - he closed the doors to the tavern and shuffled off towards the bar. He didn't even notice the other man sitting a few feet away as he sank down onto the stool next to him, snatched the nearest bottle of whiskey and downed it in one. It was only after a couple of dizzy seconds, once the fiery liquid had burned down his throat and into his chest, that he realised the drink wasn't his.
"Oops." he mumbled pointedly, sweeping his bangs out of his face and rubbing his eyes and glancing across to his sudden, new-found companion. "Sorry," he mumbled, "What'd I owe ya?" he tapped the bar, offering a charming smile to the bar-maid as she approached.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 7, 2010 13:31:41 GMT -5
The fire of the whiskey was just starting to die down, Kevay raising the bottle to his lips again, pausing as the door burst open. His eyebrow arched as he glanced around; if trouble was coming this way then he was grabbing his bottles and running. He was a lover, not a fighter, and he refused to get caught up in some pub brawl tonight. If his pretty face got messed up, on top of everything else, he thought that he might just walk off the edge of a cliff, or something equally as dramatic and stupid. Luckily for him, the red haired man that had just stumbled inside looked far too drunk to see straight, never mind throw a punch. That was reassuring.
He didn't afford the new comer much more attention, upending his bottle to down the rest of the contents, just about to reach out for the other when it disappeared. "Huh?" He blinked, rubbing at the side of his head. Surely the alcohol wasn't acting that quickly, he'd only had one bottle, and he had barely given it time to take a hold on him, he shouldn't be seeing things just yet.
Things explained themselves when he realised that someone had sat themselves down next to him, Kevay seeming surprised to see that the new comer had taken up the seat next to him. Not only that, he had taken his whiskey! Now, if Kevay was a man with any shred of courage he would probably have said something, or even just punched the guy for stealing his ale, but, as things were, he just watched him with a confused look. His whiskey was gone, the whole world was against him! He really should go find himself a cliff...
A pain shot through his forehead as the man looked at him, Kevay wincing and rubbing at his temple. Ah, he knew that feeling, and he knew exactly why this guy was here. He supposed that he could forgive him, right now he knew just how it felt to be left on his own. "Whiskey." He nodded to him, turning on his chair so he was facing the thief, arching an eyebrow at him. "Lemme guess, a girl?" He questioned, giving him an apologetic smile. "Fucking sucks, doesn't it?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 7, 2010 13:51:00 GMT -5
"It does fuckin' suck." Phoenix cursed bluntly and drunkenly, shoving an uncounted number of coins onto the bar in return for a further two bottles of whiskey, one of which he slid in Kevay's direction. It didn't matter if he'd given too much money, he'd just pick-pocketed it from a passer-by outside a few minutes before. How he hadn't been caught in the act considering his complete inebriation he didn't know, but he wasn't going to question his sudden, ridiculous good fortune. Unlike the cupid, he didn't turn around in his seat to face him, wiping the neck of the bottle with his sleeve before taking a gulp of the bitter-sweet liquid, curling one hand around the bottle and heaving a deep sigh.
"But no. Not a GIRL." he corrected Kevay in disgust, as though he'd just spat in Phoenix's face, "A princess. I lost my princess. And it fuckin' sucks." he grumbled pessimistically, returning to his drinking and taking another hefty swig from the bottle before setting it back down again, glancing across at the stranger at last. Pfft, the guy couldn't have been more than a few years older than he was. Phoenix wasn't aware that the handsome, upper class sort of people hung around in seedy pubs now. Maybe he should go and find himself a new dive to get smashed in. One day, he swore, if he kept up like this he was going to wake up dead. The notion was mildly amusing to him.
"So you're in the same boat, huh?" he muttered with a rather cold smirk. "Ugh. What kind'a girl must she have been to walk away from someone like you? Doesn't give much hope for the rest of us." he snorted. "I'm Phoenix, by the way. Figure I should introduce myself good 'n' proper if I'm gonna be sat here stealin' your drinks and everythin'." he propped one elbow on the bar and cupped his chin in his hand, playing with the empty whiskey bottle in front of him. "Now I've told you my name, you realise it's your duty to keep me on this stool." he warned.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 7, 2010 16:34:49 GMT -5
Kevay watched Phoenix with an arched eyebrow, looking worried that he may fall off the stool then and there, and he doubted that he was strong enough to catch him; strength wasn't one of his strong points. Kevay was all beauty and no brawn. He accepted his drink with a nod of thanks, once again cleaning the neck with his handkerchief before taking a large gulp. Company or not, he wasn't drunk enough. He had come into this tavern with the intention of getting blind drunk and by HELL he was going to do it. Having someone to drink with just made it all the more fun, and he had to catch up with Phoenix. He was already drunk, no fair, Kevay really did have a lot of drinking before him tonight. It was a good job that he wouldn't just have to rely on his own fund for a drink, he would bet that the barmaid would start giving them free drinks after one little kiss.
His attention was drawn back to his red haired friend as he spoke again, Kevay almost falling from his stood as he sat up right, looking interested all of a sudden. Princess? That was bound to catch his attention, and from the way in which he was insisting upon that fact he doubted that it was just a pet name. "You had a Princess and you lost her? No fucking way." He shook his head in disbelief, downing his drink and ordering more, as though out of sympathy for Phoenix. "No offence or anything, but how'd you end up bagging yourself a Princess. They don't even let me near them, and I'm irresistable. Oh...wait...maybe they don't let me near them because I'm irresistable..." He pondered, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. Heh, that was probably the exact reason why he wasn't allowed near royalty. He couldn't be trusted, and no-one else could be either when he was in the room.
"A smart girl? They're smart if they don't stick around me...but I tried. I really fucking tried...I think I tried too hard." He pouted, that cloud of drirk starting to creep into his eyes, the warmth of the whiskey lasting longer and longer with each sip. "S'complicated. Too complicated, makes my brain hurt thinking about it...that is what whiskey is for. No more thinking." He smirked before looking up at Phoenix again. "I'm Kevay, and I will do my best to keep you on your stool, but I can't make any promises."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 7, 2010 17:06:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know. S'fuckin' tragic, ain't it?" Phoenix sighed heavily at Kevay's reaction to the news about his lost princess, the thief rubbing his eyes (it was getting rather difficult to see by this point) and gazing across to his new friend for a second or two. A surprisingly cunning smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "How? I'm a master thief, my friend. I stole one. Twice. Well. The first time she walked away with me, but I damn well stole her the second time." he grinned at the memory, nodding at the bar-maid as she brought them new drinks and lifting the bottle gratefully to Kevay. He needed another drink. He needed lots of other drinks. Where were they? Lait? Well, Lait was going to see a whole knew SPECTRUM of drunken-ness by the time Phoenix was finished with it. Until he ran out of money or passed out, of course.
"I can understand why they wouldn't trust you 'round a princess or anyone else in power. Face like that, nobody'd stand a chance." he chuckled to himself, taking another long drink of whiskey and looking dangerously close to slipping off the stool, before promptly recovering and setting the almost empty bottle back down. He gazed across at his companion as his tone fell unusually serious, quirking a brow at the look in his eyes. "Hey, hey, don' look like that." he clapped him on the shoulder, as if to make him cheer up or something to that extent. He sat up properly again, or at least tried to, shoving his hair out of his face. "I think not thinkin' is the best idea that either one of us has had all night." he concluded with a firm nod.
He chuckled and looked down at his stool, as if wondering whether it was going to betray him and cause him to go tumbling to the ground at any moment. "Well, Kevay, promises are all anyone can hope for. But that's 'nough talkin' for now. I haven't had a drink in like thirty seconds. This is bad." he decided, turning back to finish his bottle and stack it neatly next to the others. He ordered another for himself and his new-found friend, gulped half of that down and shuddered before speaking again. "So when'd you get into Lait?" he asked, "I been here a couple days. Different taverns, but I got a feelin' I'd remember someone like you." he grinned.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 8, 2010 10:39:17 GMT -5
"Tragic isn't the word for it." He shook his head, actually reaching out to pat Phoenix's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "You stole her? You stole a Princess? How the fuck does that work? How'd you even get close to her in the first place? You are one lucky bastard." He nodded to him, looking quite amazed. A Princess, this guy had had a Princess. No, wait, he's lost her too. That really was worse than tragic, he had no idea how Phoenix was getting up in the morning. Guy must be one hell of more resilliant than he was. Kevay made a mental vow to pay for the drinks tonight as he raised his bottle to toast with Phoenix (though he wasn't sure what they were toasting, either their joint misfortune or the fact that he was a master thief). "For not thinking we need more whiskey." Kevay nodded, downing his bottle of whiskey and setting it on the bar before motioning for the barmaid to give them another, this time the woman just lining up bottles on the bar for them and telling them that she would take the money at the end of the night; it looked like they were in for a heavy drinking session and she wasn't running up and down after them every five minutes. By this time Kevay couldn't really see straight, the alcohol hitting him all of a sudden, making him smirk to himself; that was far better. "Just got here. This was the first tavern I saw." He explained before arching an eyebrow at Phoenix, looking slightly suspicious. Was he hitting on him? No...Kevay might be pretty but he wasn't into men, no way! Was he giving the wrong impression? Maybe he should man up a bit...somehow. Wait...how was he meant to man up? Oh fuck, he was doomed!
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 8, 2010 10:57:43 GMT -5
"Tell me about it." Phoenix lamented quietly, sighing as Kevay patted his shoulder in consolidation and clinking his bottle with him in their meaningless toast. They didn't need to have anything real to toast to, the main thing was that they were getting drinks out of it. Drinks were good. "She was runnin' away, the first time," he explained with a wave of his hand, falling quiet to drink before continuing, "Then she ran into me. We just stayed together after that, I guess. Then I got stabbed, she went to get medicine, she got caught, I got sad. I'll save you the gory details in between. Let's jus' say I got connections from bad places, dressed up like a noble, killed a guy in a palace chapel and ran like the wind with a princess in tow." he blurted, as though it felt good to get it off his chest. "But don't go spreadin' it 'round. And if you see any wanted posters with me on 'em, you didn't see 'em, 'kay?" he muttered.
Phoenix hadn't wanted to kill anyone. No. That was a lie. That pompous noble bastard had deserved what he got. But he wasn't a killer by nature, and he didn't really look back on those times and relish them. Especially now.
"So we had to go on the run. Christ, I must'a dragged her through so much shit, now I think 'bout it. Pfft. And it seemed like such a good idea at the time. Then we found Chris." his voice turned into an angry snarl, the thief slamming the bottle in unconcealed anger on the counter. "Oooh, if I could see that bastard one more time... if we'd never met him... I'd be... and she would... and Miles..." he drifted off, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly and falling silent to drink more whiskey, not seeming keen to talk about it any more.
He smirked half-heartedly as he spotted the look on Kevay's face. "Don' gimme that look, I ain't into guys neither. Can't ya tell the diff'rence between blind drunk and flirtin'? Some... whatever-you-are you are." he mumbled.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 12, 2010 12:10:29 GMT -5
Kevay looked as though he was in awe as Phoenix told his story. It sounded like something out of a book. Run away Princess and a thief, even he wouldn‘t have thought that something like that could work. He was almost as disappointed that he didn‘t get to see that as he was that he didn‘t have the chance to meet this Princess. “I still can‘t believe that she ran away with you, no offence.” He added in quickly. “I mean, you‘re just an average joe. A Princess with an escape plan must have someone else to go to...or..I dunno. You‘re such a lucky bastard! Why can‘t Princesses ever run into me?” He pouted before nodding to Phoenix and winking. “I‘ve never seen you.” He confirmed. Kevay would never admit to knowing Phoenix, especially not when he had messed with the Palace. He wasn‘t brave, nor was he stupid, he was staying out of that little disagreement.
“If she followed you through all that then it means a lot.” He added, taking a smaller gulp of his whiskey this time. “Not as though you made her go. She had a choice, and she chose you over the wealth and the comfort and the parties and the power and...wow, she really much have liked you.” He shook his head, as though he couldn‘t figure that out at all. A Princess and a thief, they did say that love conquered all, but he wasn‘t inclined to believe it. Kevay knew love, and he knew just how fickle it was. One moment you were madly in love and the next you were sneaking off behind their backs. Love didn‘t conquer all, it just made you forget about everything else for a while.
“Ah, well, that‘s a relief.” Kevay smiled to him brightly as Phoenix assured him that he wasn‘t into guys, taking another sip of his drink. “I‘m a cupid, but shhhhh, don‘t go spreading it around or nothing.” He whispered, he figured that he should explain himself to Phoenix seeing as he had told his tale. And, he was drunk, everything seemed like a good idea at a time like this.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 14, 2010 5:55:32 GMT -5
No offence? Phoenix turned his head slowly to look at Kevay, an expression of drunken contempt on his face. Without a word, he reached out with just one arm and shoved the cupid, not even shifting in his seat. It was as if some part of his smashed brain had realised that neither of them was very well balanced right now, and it wouldn't take much to topple them. Still can't believe that she ran away with you ... just an average joe ... lucky bastard... Phoenix didn't think there was a way he could be offended MORE. It was the 'lucky bastard' part that stuck in him like a knife, however, and he downed the rest of his drink, then another, before slipping from his stool as if to turn away and leave, although he had to lean heavily on the bar to stop himself falling over.
"Yeah, well I don't feel so lucky, what with the gettin' hammered in some sleazy bar," he commented under his breath, "And with the runnin' for my life, and the losin' my princess, and my dead best friend, and my alcoholism, and bein' insulted by some... some cupid, whatever that means..." he drifted off, drunkenly brushing his bangs from his face. "Thanks for the pep talk, anyways," he mumbled, scowling to himself, "If you don't mind, I'm gonna go find somewhere to pass out. Away from you. See you around, Kevay," he muttered, surprised he'd even managed to remember the guy's name as he staggered off, his coat fluttering at his heels as he headed... God knows where. Somewhere to pass out. That sounded good.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 17, 2010 19:49:57 GMT -5
Kevay really should learn to think before he spoke. From Phoenix's expression it was pretty damn clear that he had said totally the wrong thing. Alright, he had been a little lot tactless, he would have to make it up to him somehow. More alcohol. He would have to buy him more whiskey, that would solve everything, right?
Kevay didn't have a chance to put his master plan into play before the thief reached out to give him a shove, his arms pin wheeling in an attempt to keep his balance. He somehow managed to stay on his chair, but he wasn't there for very long, the cupid hopping to his feet to follow after him. "No, no wait! Didn't mean it all bad. I'm an idiot jerk, lemme try again!" He flailed to him. "It wasn't an insult! I was trying to say, fuck, how do I say this so you take it right?" He was suddenly in front of Phoenix, his hands on his shoulders to stop him walking, at least until he had heard him out. "I wasn't insulting you. What I'm trying to say is that you must be something above and beyond to get a Princess to look past the fact that you don't have a title and see who you are. You really must have impressed her." He thought for a moment after that before nodding to himself. That sounded better, he was sure that it sounded better.
"An' I'm sorry, 'bout everything that happens. Love sucks, you give up everything and then some knights go stealing your Princess, you got the worst luck there ever." He gave him a small, crooked smile, his hands moving from his shoulders and Kevay stepping back to let Phoenix go if he wanted. "I didn't mean to insult you and get you all upset. I'll make it up to you? I'll take you to one of the nobles bars and we can spend my money and everyone elses drinking and gambling all night?" He suggested, smiling to him hopefully. "Then, if you still wanna pass out, 'least it'll be in some noble woman's bed and not in some street."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on May 18, 2010 7:35:55 GMT -5
Phoenix raised his eyebrows as Kevay appeared in front of him, the thief unable to push past him with his hands on his shoulders. No, that was a lie. He could push past him, he'd just end up on the floor. He didn't really fancy being on the floor when he already felt so low, so he straightened up as best he could to hear the cupid out. "Impressed her? Hardly," he snorted, though his expression softened a little, and it was obvious that at least some of the things that Kevay was saying were making up for his earlier tactlessness. "I was just in the right place at the right time," he supposed with a shrug, watching him nod to himself. How much had they had to drink now? God, he didn't even know. Phoenix had drunk at least twice as much since meeting Kevay.
"You are an idiot jerk," he agreed with him wholeheartedly, rubbing at the back of his head, "And I do got the worst luck ever... yeah, let's go," he nodded all of a sudden. Well, when Kevay put it like that, passing out in some noble woman's bed did sound a lot better than waking up tomorrow God knows where with a pounding headache and a cold. "You can get into noble bars?" he tilted his head at him, staggering back ever so slightly when he let go of his shoulders, altering his course to wander towards the door, people skidding their chairs out of the way with unhappy grunts; nobody wanted them to go sprawling and cause even more of a ruckus, or it could end in a fully blown bar brawl.
"If you can get into noble bars, why're you sat in this dump?" Phoenix enquired, scowling as he wandered outside. The cool air hit him, and his head spun. Uh oh. "Whoa, haha! Stay there," he grabbed for Kevay's shoulder, pausing and standing there for a second or two, his hand held out to steady himself. Eventually he recovered, laughing to himself and letting the cupid go again. "Don't think gamblin' would be such a good idea, with my rotten luck," he wrinkled his nose, letting Kevay lead them wherever he wanted to go. "That's 'nough 'bout me though. What you drinkin' for?" he asked.
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Post by Angel ♥ on May 24, 2010 10:28:07 GMT -5
Kevay breathed out a sigh of relief as Phoenix seemed to forgive him for his earlier thoughtlessness, flashing the thief a bright smile. He didn't want to sit and drink on his own and, as selfish as it sounded, he would much rather substitute his own problems with trying to help Phoenix with his; other peoples problems never felt as heavy as your own did. "Of course I can get into noble bars. I decided that I ought to be a noble." He shrugged to him, as though that was all it took to gain access to the higher levels of society. In reality, Kevay was more of a noble by association. He hung around with the nobility (or rather, he slept with them) and therefore he could be counted as one of them. It was a pretty beneficial assumption really. "It will be a little harder seeing as neither of us are really dressed the part, but I am sure that we will be able to charm someone into inviting us inside. I'm good at charming people." He winked, straightening out his shirt as he moved to follow Phoenix out of the bar.
"Here?" He glanced around as they reached the door, wrinkling his nose up, as though he was only just realising how much of a dump this place really was. "I really don't know." He admitted with a shake of his head. "It was the first one I found. I just wanted whiskey, it had whiskey, when I walked in it seemed like Heaven."
The fresh air was a welcome change to the stench inside. Ugh, he really should have picked somewhere better to drink. What if he had ended up staying in there all night? Look at that floor! It wasn't somewhere that he wanted to wake up. He would smell just as bad as this place, and that would be a disaster. He held still obediently for Phoenix, his own hand on the door frame to keep him steady. Walking in a straight line was difficult and his own balance wasn't good enough to hold them both up. "I lost my jester." He admitted to Phoenix, looking away from him, scowling faintly. "She was my best friend, I messed it up. I was a bastard jerk, again. Basically she was upset and I fucked her, she wasn't too pleased. Left the next morning, I dunno where she went."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 8, 2010 6:53:44 GMT -5
"Kevay, when a dump like this with watered down whiskey, angry drunk sailors and hay all over the floor looks like Heaven, you really have reached rock bottom," Phoenix told him with a light smirk, straightening himself out as best he could when the cupid spoke of charming their way into noble bars. Okay, so Phoenix looked, sounded and acted like a slummer, but charm he could definitely do. It seeped out of every pore naturally, and that had gotten him into trouble about as many times as it had gotten him out of it. "Well, if you say that you can get us into noble bars, I'ma just have to believe you an' see it for myself," he nodded to him wisely, patting his pockets and smiling as he still felt a few stolen coins.
"You lost your jester," he repeated, quirking a brow at the cupid. "What a bad thing to lose. How're you gonna smile now?" he sighed exasperatedly, taking this just as seriously as if Kevay had told him that he'd killed someone. His story did merit his need to find a lot of whiskey, in fact, and Phoenix smirked and patted his shoulder. "S'okay. You'll find her again one day. An' when that happens she might be too happy to see you to remember bein' all angry an' such. 'Till then, what say we go and tangle with the nobility?" he threw Kevay a roguish grin looking out into the darkness of Lait. "Lead the way!"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 13, 2010 11:03:45 GMT -5
”Rock bottom, this?” Kevay actually chuckled at that, his eyes darkening for a moment. “Rock bottoms is being locked in a mouldy hut in the middle of the forest and left to die of loneliness. Compared to that, this place is pretty Heavenly.” He mumbled before promptly shaking that thought away. No, he would not let such a dark seed take hold in his mind. Instead he turned his attention to Phoenix, his gaze critical as it moved over him, the cupid arching an eyebrow. “Maybe you should not talk...no, wait, maybe you should try talking nicely. Be charming, just be charming. I can do this.” He nodded, as though this was a challenge. All he needed to do was watch for a woman that would fall for Phoenix‘s roguish charm and viola! They would be drinking with the nobility.
“I don‘t know how I will ever smile again.” He sighed dramatically, as though he seriously had no idea how he would ever be able to conjure up a smile without her. Lexie had saved his life, and kept him sane, on more than one occasion. He wasn‘t sure how he would survive without her. Thankfully, Phoenix turned the conversation swiftly to a lighter subject, Kevay grinning to him and nodding, throwing an arm around his shoulders to keep Phoenix balanced (not seeming to realise that he wasn‘t all that balanced himself) as he lead him off deeper into the town.
It wasn‘t long before they were stood just down the street from a fancy, noble bar, Kevay watching the people who were floating around, a calculating look in his gaze. “That one.” Kevay decided, pointing out a pair of beautiful young brunettes to Phoenix, patting him on the back. “You can charm the pants off the one on the left, with the blue eyes. Alright? They‘ll get us inside. They‘re bored and looking for trouble, we can be trouble, right?” He laughed, giving Phoenix a small shove in their direction.
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