|
Post by Brynowen St. Claire on Feb 21, 2013 15:14:13 GMT -5
There’s a pause then, as she waits for the vampire to answer her question and introduce himself. But then, she can feel eyes on her and she turns her head, watching as Silas stares at her back as if looking for something. He no doubted picked up on her glamour, if not part of it, which really wasn’t all that surprising because it tended to have mixed results on other supernatural creatures. But then he leans in closer to her, much closer, and he reaches out as if to touch her back. She raises an eyebrow at him, making no attempt to stop him in his investigation, but feeling really freaking surprised because he just said he didn’t like to be touched so why would he just touch her? But then, he stops before his fingers brush her back, the vampire successfully diverting both of their attentions away as he does some sort of balancing act with some shot glasses.
"No, I don't work here. But I needed five bucks.. That and.. I enjoy the company. " So Silas’s assumptions were right and the vampire didn’t work here? For a moment she thinks about looking down at her drink suspiciously, in case he did drug then, but then she realizes she doesn’t care one way or another and when he suggests that he can leave she just shrugs.
“Wow.” Silas then says, watching the vampire’s fingers intensely. He clearly was far more impressed with the guy’s trick, who they know knew was called Aaron, than she was. And when he made the comment about his eyes she couldn’t help but bite her lip and smile, trying to suppress her own giggles. Bryn watched as a mischievous grin then formed on Silas’s face, turning from rascally to something that obviously had naughty intent. And then he licked his lips and she mentally said “oh God” because what the hell could he possibly be thinking about and did she even want to know. But it didn’t seem like she would have much choice in the matter because he then opened his mouth again and started to talk.
“Why don’t you leave?” His voice low and husky as he asked Aaron. He paused, his gaze shifting until he met her eyes and she saw the heat behind them along with all the devious intent. “Way I see it. We don’t have ta be stuck in this god-awful place with all those assholes outside.” He then turned back towards Aaron, “But you don’t have anywhere ta go, ‘that homeless asshole’.” She could see what he was suggesting, but then as if to really drive his point home, he stood up, declaring that he was leaving, then grabbed his things, and headed towards the door.
“Should come with me though.” His invitation is directed at Aaron, and at first she thinks she’s going to have to call it an early night and head home since no would be left at the bar, but then he looks at her and she knows she’s a part of this little party as well. “I got cabinets full of booze and snacks and……a really damn big bed”
This should have probably set warning bells off in her head like “drunk werewolf wanting you to go home with him, to his big bed, with another guy. Even if he doesn’t seem to swing your way” but she honestly gave up on those warnings bells a long time ago and so gave no effs. This was her night out after all. And even if the little slumber party turned bad, she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
“What the hell. I’m down.” She said, hopping off her stool and straightening her cloths. Flinging her purse over the back of her shoulder, she walked over to where Silas was standing and turned to face Aaron, waggling her eyes brows at him as if to encourage him to join them. If he needed encouragement that is.
|
|
|
Post by haunted on Feb 21, 2013 18:41:49 GMT -5
He hadn't expected the intimidating werewolf, who just recently punched a guy, to compliment him on something like his eyes. He wasn't really sure how to react, or if he was just kidding, so instead he simply gave a small nod and a little awkward cough.
“But I really do attract all the goddamn hobos, don’t I?”
So, this happened to him often? Did he usually just pick up homeless men off the streets? Not that it bothered Aaron or anything. I mean, it's not like he found Silas attractive AT ALL. Nope, even if he did have the brown hair and the unusually beautiful eyes that the vampire caught himself admiring, he totally didn't think anything of the man.
It was then that the wolf suggested that Aaron should just leave, which put a rather hurt expression on his face that quickly faded as Silas continued. With a few quick motions, the man declared that he was leaving and grabbed his few things. By the time he was at the door, the vampire had already turned his back towards the two and was sorting out some bottles of liquor. Preparing to get drunk of his ass as soon as they left.
The next thing he said was more shocking than all of the previous statements combined.
“Should come with me though.” “I got cabinets full of booze and snacks and……a really damn big bed”
The thought of this made Aaron freeze. Especially the "really damn big bed" part. He, contrary to a lot of people's belief, has never actually associated much with other people, let alone been invited to their houses for booze and snacks. The vampire slowly turned around, quick enough to catch the waggling of Bryn's eyebrows.
"I, uh.." he stuttered a bit, attempting to stall. He didn't really have anything else to do, and hey, free alcohol. So there was that. But what if he got too drunk and did something stupid? Drunk Aaron was known to be rather idiotic and slightly perverted, never a good mixture. Many, many thoughts clouded his mind until he just couldn't take it anymore. In a very nonchalant way, he plucked the black jacket off of the bar stool and slung it over his shoulder.
"Fine. But only for the booze."
Yep. Just for the booze.
|
|
|
Post by Zephyr on Feb 21, 2013 20:43:56 GMT -5
He might act sure of himself, especially when he’s been drinking, but Silas is afraid that one or even both of them will refuse his offer. If that were to happen, he wouldn’t press the matter…he’d just go home, alone, and pass out in his ‘really damn big bed’….which will probably be the best option for how he can spend the night. Because even if his intentions are totally innocent, even if drunk Silas’ intentions aren’t quite so innocent, it can be construed the wrong way by certain people in his life.
At the same time, if there’s anything he’s learned in the past year, it’s not to let opportunities pass you by because you’re trying desperately to hold fractured pieces together. That never ends up well.
Not that he’s aware of any opportunities in current proceedings, except the fact that he doesn’t have to be alone tonight. For all his blustering and posturing, Silas is fucking awful at being alone, and he hates it. He might not have known that before Nathan, but if the frequency with which Silas had been getting shit faced and passing out were any indication, he really, really fucking hated it.
So, understandably, he’s pleased when the redhead takes up his offer. He might not be interested in females sexually (most of the time, Silas isn’t gay, okay), he knows that they can be good company…better company than men in some cases, and he’s looking forward to drinking with her, even if it’s slightly weird to pick up a random girl in a bar who is obviously an unknown supernatural.
Silas isn’t known to follow logical sense in most cases.
He hopes that Aaron’s on board with this too, because while he can recognize and appreciate beauty in any form, male and female, he’s more interested in male beauty (not that Bryn isn’t hot in a totally unbiased point of view), and even if his intentions are completely innocent (totally), he really wouldn’t mind watching some hot vampire get drunk. He knows people can get crazy when they’re drunk.
So, needless to say, Silas is really hoping that Aaron take shim up on his offer.
When he does, even if it’s only for the alcohol, the grin that spreads across the werewolf’s face is huge and genuine, and he flashes Aaron a mischievous smirk and tilts his head towards Bryn before he leads his small troop of miscreants out the door and grabs a cab.
~
Silas doesn’t really pay attention to what other people seem to think of him. The cab driver had been giving him really weird looks, and he wonders if this is the same cab driver who drove he, Nathan and Matthias that first night, but when they get to his apartment, Silas pays the man and thinks no more of it. No way some nosy human is going to ruin any drunken fun that Silas might potentially get to have.
He leads them up the steps and silently through the halls of his apartment building, stopping only to unlock the door of his own apartment and let them in.
Silas’ apartment is large and spacious. There is very little furniture, but what he has looks comfortable, especially the couch. It almost has an unlived in look to it, and Silas is silent as he walks into the apartment, throwing his keys and briefcase down on the table near the door before he turns to Bryn and Aaron. “Alcohol and shit are in the kitchen cabinets. I’ll be right back.”
He leaves them without another word, disappearing into his bedroom to change. Upon opening the cabinets in the kitchen, they will find the cabinets packed full of bags of Cheetos and bottles of top shelf bourbon. The freezer is filled with peach and coffee ice cream, but the fridge is curiously devoid of anything that can be considered sustainable food. Just a few bottles of beer.
|
|
|
Post by Brynowen St. Claire on Feb 21, 2013 22:03:03 GMT -5
At first Aaron seemed a bit uncertain whether or not he should join them, taking the time to stall while he made up him mind. But after a minute, he decided to go for it, claiming it was only for the boos. Bryn smiled, and noticed that Silas was smiling as well, and then turned to follow Silas out the door where he then hailed a cab.
The cab ride was slightly awkward, as the driver continuously gave Silas funny looks and Bryn wondered absent mindedly if he thought he was a pimp or something. Well, for all she knew, Silas was a pimp. She didn’t know anything about him, or Aaron for that matter, I mean she could have very well stepped into a cab with some rapists for all she knew. Her longing for alcohol and a good time had ultimately overpowered her “better” judgment though, and she wasn’t about to start regretting it now. Once they arrived at the apartment building, she followed Silas up the stairs and into his apparent. Stepping inside, Bryn’s mouth gaped open slightly, as she looked around. “Damn your place is big,” she exclaimed, stepping into the space between the living room and kitchen, “And really, empty.” Like really, really, surprisingly empty. I mean if Silas was a doctor, he had to be pretty loaded, so it wasn’t like he didn’t have money to fill his place with stuff. She guessed his decorating taste was just simple, or none existent. “Alcohol and shit are in the kitchen cabinets. I’ll be right back.” Silas then said, turning to the two of them before heading into what appeared to be a bed room. Bryn turned towards Aaron, attempting to meet his gaze before shrugging and heading into the kitchen. Once there, she dropped her purse on the counter, and started opening cabinets in search of alcohol and other yummy snacks. Pulling out the Cheetos and bottle upon bottle of bourbon, she then moved towards the fridge, and flung open it’s door. Finding little to nothing there, she sighed dissatisfying. Man this guy had no things and no food. How did he possibly entertain himself?
Having already made herself at home, she then moved on to the freezer, hoping to have more success. And she did.
Spotting the coffee ice-cream, her eye’s widened in sheer joy and she quickly snatched it up. Turning back around, she would show off her prize to Aaron, biting her lip as she smiled and wiggled the carton it in excitement. Darting off to find a big spoon, she grabbed a glass as well and took the liberty to pore herself a cup of bourbon and flung open the lid of the carton. Not bothering to find a bowl, she shoved the spoon into the ice-cream, forcing it deeply into the frozen dessert. Satisfied that she would get a big enough spoonful, she pulled it out and took a large bite. God it was like heaven all over again. Sighing in pure ecstasy, she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, yet bitter flavor. Once she swallowed, she reached over, grabbing her glass of bourbon, and took a sip before starting the process over again.
No better way for her to get drunk after all then to add sweets into the mix! And Bryn loved her sweets.
|
|
|
Post by haunted on Feb 21, 2013 22:48:52 GMT -5
Was it sad that Aaron had never even been inside of a cab? Nearly ten years in Boston, and not once did he flag down a taxi. For one thing, he walked just about everywhere, if not on his motorcycle (which was affectionately named "Flight") and not once did it cross his mind that a taxi would be to his convenience. For another, the drivers all creeped him out. Like this driver, who sported a worn-down tank top stained with who knows what. He had a baseball cap twisted ever-so-slightly to the side and Aaron noticed that the tag on it said "Bob". How cliche, his name was Bob. Anyways, this "Bob" kept looking back at them suspiciously, as if they were on their way to the playboy mansion or something. Aaron fought the urge to flip him off.
----
Eventually they arrived at the apartment, much to his relief. He expected it to be like every other simple apartment in the area. Small, quaint, homey. So, when the large door to the swung open at Silas' will, Aaron was taken by surprise. His eyes swept over the scene, it was huge. Huge and empty. Taking small steps forward with eyes wide and mouth just barely open, he then saw that there were two couches set in front of a nice TV. Hell to the yes. A couch.
“Alcohol and shit are in the kitchen cabinets. I’ll be right back.”
Aaron would have caught her gaze, probably replying with a shrug, but he was already half way to the kitchen when he heard the word "Alcohol." It had been far too long since he had a few drinks and a place to actually sit down and relax. He quickly rummaged through the cabinet and nearly jumped up and down at the sight. Cheetos and Bourbon! Could this get any better? He reached for a bite-size bag of Cheetos and filled a cup with bourbon, the content smile plastered on his face not showing any signs of fading. Bryn then got his attention, she too shared his joy of good food and drinks, judging by the way she showed him the icecream. "This was a good idea." he hummed, getting out a tiny bowl for just a scope or two of some icecream. The Cheetos could wait. Cause, you know, ICECREAM!
He walked into the living room and took his place on the far end of the couch, hoping Silas wouldn't mind that they nearly robbed his kitchen blind. At least Aaron made sure to leave plenty of bourbon left in the cabinet, mainly out of curiosity. What would Bryn and Silas be like after a few more rounds?
|
|
|
Post by Zephyr on Feb 22, 2013 0:52:49 GMT -5
Of course Silas isn’t expecting to walk out of his bedroom and see his kitchen ransacked and the people he brought home with him to be lounged out in his apartment with all his food. Silas freezes in the doorway, looking almost the same except that he’s just in his socks and he’s removed his suit jacket. His shirt is half unbuttoned down the front. He isn’t sure what he wants to do…if he wants to yell at them, rage to himself, or just go with it. Eventually, as he isn’t completely sober, he just decides it’s easier to ignore the mess and just deal with it.
“I leave the room for a second and you guys eat me out of fucking house and home.” Silas grumbles as he walks towards the kitchen. He’s exaggerating a little bit. Silas has enough shit in his cabinets that it’s probably impossible to eat him out of house and home, but he likes complaining nonetheless. It has occurred to him from time to time that he likes complaining just for the sake of complaining…and it’s probably true…but he doesn’t like to psychoanalyze anything…least of all himself.
So it will probably pass through his mind unanalyzed.
Instead, he grabs a carton of ice cream, forgoes the alcohol in favor of grabbing a spoon because he really can’t get shit faced right now. He knows that if he drinks much more, he’ll pass out, and then he’ll miss all the fun…if there is fun to be had.
Marching over to the couch, he flops down next to Aaron, glaring at Bryn in the kitchen for a moment. “You’re gonna get your germs all up in my ice cream.” He glares at her, but the ferocity of the glare is dulled somewhat by the way he doesn’t actually get up to stop her or anything, he just leans back into the couch cushions, stuffs his face full of coffee ice cream. Occasionally he wishes he had cable, but those thoughts are mostly fleeting. He doesn’t ever just hang out in his apartment enough for that, though Zander kind of bullied him into buying an xbox.
It sits under his television untouched. The doctor is still a little leery of video games. He’s pretty sure he’s goddamn awful at them as well. Zander always makes it a point to laugh his ass off at him when he tries. No thanks.
Then, completely out of the blue, Silas grunts and nudges his coffee table with his foot and opens his mouth. “We should play a goddamn drinking game or something.”
Because Silas is socially handicapped, and that seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do when one brings strangers into one’s apartment.
|
|
|
Post by Brynowen St. Claire on Feb 22, 2013 22:58:00 GMT -5
It seemed as if Aaron had shared the same idea with her, as they both darted to the kitchen and started grabbing goodies. Together, they made quick work of the kitchen, pulling out what they deemed worthy, and disregarding what didn’t.
"This was a good idea." Aaron hummed as he retrieved a bowl and served himself some ice-cream as well. Bryn nodded vigorously in agreement, stuffing another spoonful in her mouth as she watched him head towards the living room and flopped down onto the couch.
It didn’t take long for Silas to reappear and when he did he stood frozen in shock, looking at them in horror, and maybe even rage. He obviously hadn’t taken it into account that the two people (or not so much people in their case) that he trusted in his house might very well make a mess of it. Lucky for them however, he settled down, and headed into the kitchen as well, grabbing his own carton of delicious coffee ice-cream, and plopped down on the couch next to the vampire.
“You’re gonna get your germs all up in my ice cream.” He then said, turning towards her and glaring. Bryn smiled and shrugged, making a point to lick the spoon quite thoroughly before shoving it back into the ice-cream. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another carton so that you won’t have to worry about my girl cooties.” Probably a lie, but what the hell, the damage had already been done. If he didn’t want her eating out of the carton he should have stopped her before she did it in the first place.
Grabbing the carton and a bottle of bourbon, she headed over towards the couch as well, plopping down next to Silas. When he suggested they play a drinking game she nodded in agreement, replying with a simple “hell yes” even though she wasn’t exactly sure what game they should play. Looking over towards Aaron, she raised an eyebrow at the vampire, “Got any ideas?”
|
|
|
Post by haunted on Feb 22, 2013 23:34:48 GMT -5
Aaron stopped and looked towards Silas as he entered the room. Apparently ransacking through one's kitchen, taking their food and claiming their couch wasn't the most ideal way to make a good impression. “I leave the room for a second and you guys eat me out of fucking house and home.” He snarled at them both, the slightest look of what seemed like rage on his face. The vampire mutters an embarrassed "Sorry." before taking another bite of his delicious peach ice cream and huddling up to the armrest of the couch. The werewolf must have not been too upset, though, because he himself went into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of the icy goodness and eventually plopped onto the cushion next to him.
“You’re gonna get your germs all up in my ice cream.” The man directed towards Bryn, who replied with far more bravery than Aaron could ever really put into words. He was still slightly intimidated by Silas. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another carton so that you won’t have to worry about my girl cooties.” The black-haired boy chuckled at her statement and took another swig of his alcohol, a simple "Mmm." sound forming on his lips as the liquid enlightened his taste buds and slid down his throat. It had been a while since he had Bourbon, especially the "top shelf" variety. He took a moment to take in the apartment, curious to what Silas liked and disliked. The guy was still new to him, after all. There wasn't really much to look at, other than the space itself, until his eyes fell upon the Xbox. Now, that's a shocker. The doctor didn't look like someone who would play video games, or even have the time for that matter. He tilted his head to the side a bit, trying to remember the last time he even touched an Xbox controller.
“We should play a goddamn drinking game or something.”
Aaron looked away from the Xbox and back towards them. Drinking game, you say? Now that was bound to be interesting. The last time he had played one of those, he woke up with a lampshade on his head. However, he wasn't very knowledgeable when it came to this department, so he'd let them decide. Or.. He was going to let them decide. Until Bryn caught his attention once again and asked if he had any ideas. The vampire sighed and quickly licked some of the ice cream off of his lips. Most of the games he knew had to do with screwing someone in the room, which was most likely not the best way to go. He nearly gave up hope until an idea finally hit him.
"How about truth or dare?"
|
|
|
Post by Zephyr on Feb 23, 2013 16:29:57 GMT -5
The ice cream is really a non-issue. He couldn’t care less about how much ice cream the pair of them ate. He has more than enough money to buy more. The mess is a different issue. Luckily, though, he’s at the point of inebriation where he doesn’t really give a shit what happens. The state of his kitchen is able to sail right over his head for now. In the morning, when he sobers up, it’ll likely be a different story, but for now, he can blissfully ignore the mess, caught in a haze of alcohol and wanting to have a good time drinking for a change instead of drinking himself unconscious.
He’s being rather fastidious about his alcohol consumption, even if he reaches over to grab the bottle Bryn brought to the couch with her and took a long swig of the liquid between bites of ice cream. Just because he hadn’t brought his own didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be drinking, and getting up to go get booze didn’t exactly sound attractive now that he’d been sitting down. Silas hands the bottle back to the angel and returns to his ice cream without comment.
The doctor didn’t exactly expect for his suggestion to be taken seriously. At least Aaron didn’t seem the type to be interested in any kind of drinking games. Silas hasn’t figured him out yet, and he doubts he will through his drunken haze. If he’s still around in the morning, which Silas doubts, things might be different, but for now, he’s content with the fact that at least Bryn seems game, even if Silas finds himself confused as to why he’d made the suggestion in the first place.
He doesn’t play drinking games, and the one time he came in on Matthias and Zander drinking their weight in beer, he hadn’t been eager to join in at all. Well, that’s probably because Silas fucking hates beer in the first place, and he didn’t want them all to be drunk when he knows damn well that Zander would have tried to fucking drive if Silas hadn’t stopped him.
From under Matthias.
Anyway. It’s weird that he’s even interested in a drinking game, and Since Bryn doesn’t seem keen on suggesting a game, and he doesn’t think Aaron will come up with anything, the werewolf wracks his brain for any games he knows that they could play. Everything he’s ever played has been years ago in college and he doesn’t know if Bryn and Aaron even know…
The vampire speaks, and Silas jerks his head over to look at him, completely frozen. The surgeon doesn’t hide his surprise at the vampire’s suggestion, or the pleased grin that curls the corners of his mouth. Truth or dare is a secret love of Silas’. He doesn’t even know why, maybe it’s because of the power that you hold over someone else…or the fact that someone can make you do anything, and you have no idea what that might be. Either way, Silas is clearly pleased as his grin morphs into a smirk focused on the vampire. “Fine, hotshot. You wanna play? You can go first.”
He knows there’s a high possibility that Aaron could make him do something embarrassing or demeaning…or both, but there’s an equally high possibility that he could make Bryn do something…and those are odds he can live with.
|
|
|
Post by Brynowen St. Claire on Feb 23, 2013 20:05:16 GMT -5
As Silas snatched the bottle of bourbon out of her hands, taking a large swig directly out of the bottle, Bryn’s face took on a slightly amused expression. She was tempted to give him grief that now she would have his man cooties all up in her drink (even though it was really his drink), but decided against it once it was returned to her. Maybe if she were a bit more germaphobic she would have complained, but now that the strong liquid had been returned to her, all she could think about was drinking it, and so lifted the bottle to her lips as well and took a large gulp.
God, she hoped she’d be drunk soon. Or at least tipsy. Tonight would just suck if everyone else was drunk and she wasn’t. And so, she continued to wait on Aaron, having put him in charge of what game they would play. She hoped he’d at least pick a freaking good one and not some lame one for pansies. She wanted some entertainment, some good, gut busting, night of her life entertainment. How long had it been since she had one? Months? Either way, too freaking long that was for sure.
"How about truth or dare?" The vampire suggested and Silas literally jerked his head towards the guy in surprise. Bryn’s own eyes had widen, her mouth dropping open slightly until the ice-cream that currently occupied it threatened to fall out. She closed her mouth and swallowed, a sly smile spreading across her face. A look that was accompanied with Silas’s equally amused expression.
“Fine, hotshot. You wanna play? You can go first.” Silas proclaimed. Continuing her smile, she leaned back in the couch, taking another deep swig before joining in, “Yea, let’s see what you got.” She winked at him, not so much in a flirtatious way but as a way to bait him. She wondered who he would call on, Silas or her. Honestly, she hoped he would pick Silas and that he would dare him to do something absolutely ridiculous and totally out of his comfort zone. That, she thought would be funny. But then if he picked her, she certainly wouldn’t mind that either as she was always up for a good dare.
|
|
|
Post by haunted on Feb 23, 2013 20:37:06 GMT -5
Aaron didn't think that they'd be so surprised. I mean, truth or dare was a common game, wasn't it? He was shocked that they didn't think of it first. He was starting to feel the affect of alcohol on his brain as took yet another long drink of bourbon. In a few minutes, he'd be pretty fucking drunk and a completely different person. Drunk Aaron was a whole new guy, he wasn't afraid to be a little more outgoing, especially when it came to perverted remarks that sober Aaron normally kept in his brain.
“Fine, hotshot. You wanna play? You can go first.” His eyes fixated on the werewolf, the smirk on his lips making Aaron snarl deviously, which showed (for the first time) his severely sharpened canines. He looked down at his drink and fiddled with the chain on his favorite jacket, deep in thought. He imagined what would happen if he were to ask the attractive werewolf to kiss him, but quickly came to realize that this was just a drunken thought and that Silas would probably quickly decline. He carried his gaze from his drink to Bryn, who seemed pleased with the whole truth or dare predicament as well. The girl was rather mysterious, he knew she sure as hell wasn't a human, but she wasn't a vampire, or a werewolf, or a witch, so what? He squinted his eyes suspiciously, hoping to see past her strong glamour to no prevail. She was hiding something, and he wanted to find out what.
"Alright," he playfully hissed, "Bryn, I dare you to take off that glamour." Aaron didn't even bother to ask truth or dare, because who chose truth? I mean really. They might as well just name the game dare, because that's all people really did. He kept his eyes on the chick, watching her every move in a challenging way.
|
|
|
Post by Zephyr on Feb 23, 2013 23:18:16 GMT -5
There is something there.
Silas isn’t sure what it is, but by the way Aaron is looking at him, Silas is sure that the vampire is going to dare him to do something, and hell if he’s going to just roll belly up and not do it. He can’t really think of anything that he wouldn’t do, especially in this state of half drunk, half sober. Still, it’s the first time he’s seen the vampire looks slightly vampireish, and he has to admit to himself that he fucking likes it a lot. Instead of faltering, any, Silas’ grin grows sharper…and he gets ready for whatever Aaron is going to tell him to to.
And what the vampire actually says is so far off from what Silas expects that he just frowns.
For a moment, he doesn’t look at Bryn, even though the dare had been directed at her. Silas looks unaccountably upset that Aaron didn’t dare him to do anything, and he doesn’t even understand why. He contemplates asking the vampire why he didn’t ask him, but consider this the alcohol talking and a wholly unwise move.
He’d have to get his revenge later.
At least wanting to know what Bryn is hiding is something that they can both agree on and Silas finally turns to cast a suspicious glance in the girl’s direction. Of course Silas still hasn’t been able to see past her glamour, but the air is still sparkling curiously at her back, and Silas has had to keep himself from reaching out for it. At least now they’d see what she really is, and he can stop making up things in his head.
|
|
|
Post by Brynowen St. Claire on Feb 24, 2013 14:04:35 GMT -5
Bryn watched as the vampire pondered, looking between Silas and her as he tried to decide who to choose. For a moment, she thought he would pick Silas, but then he turned to her, a playful grin on his face, and she knew she would be the first to perform tonight.
"Alright," he hissed at her playfully, "Bryn, I dare you to take off that glamour." There was a pause, a moment where the dare settle in her mind, but then a mischievous grin spread across her face, darkening her features slightly as she furrowed her brow. She wasn’t bothered that he didn’t ask her truth or dare, she would have picked dare anyway. But his curiosity amused her, as it was such a human emotion, one that she had found herself experiencing after so long of living alongside the human race.
“Alright,” she said a bit too pleased, already feeling the twitch of anticipation that always came when she allowed herself the pleasure of going all natural. Taking another deep drink from the bourbon, she stood up and shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it fall onto the couch where she had previously been seated. Both of their gazes on her now, she angled herself in such a way that she would have enough room while not knocking something (or them) over.
Flashing one last smile at them, she closed her eyes in concentration. Dropping her Glamour was simple and quick, like dropping a pair of loose pants. She rolled her shoulders, and then it was gone, disappearing completely as her wings snapped out, spreading to their full fourteen and a half inches on either side of her. She signed, her body relaxing, as if she had been flexing her muscles the entire time and was just now allowed to release the tension. She opened her eyes, her smile softening to one of pride and pleasure as she admired her own wings. They were just as large as she remembered them. Strong and powerful, her soft feathers the color of a storm, a charade of greys and silvers that gradually grew darker the farther down her primaries you went, until they were black.
Looking down at the two boys, not wanting to miss their reactions no matter what they were, she shrugged, as if the moment of joy had worn off and her wings were now nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well?” She asked with a teasing smile, crossing her arms over her chest. She chuckled warmly, looking at both Silas and Aaron before she continued, “Is your curiosity satisfied?”
|
|