over a drink

[oneholysock]

The OVER A DRINK Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.

3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.

4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.

5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

Comments

[crowffee]

( truthfully, lucanis doesn't really know what to make of all this. he's faced gods, dragons, any number of horrible and awful things, yet somehow seeing a vampire seems too unbelievable. nevermind he's seen other fairy tales and such come to life right before his eyes. who knew that all it would take is some attractive vampire to make him feel like he's living some kind of lie.

or, at least, living some sort of really fucking weird dream.

he doesn't really react when he sees astarion's gaze drop to his — covered, sorry, with a very crisp collar and two crow skull collar pins — neck, but there is a twitch to his brow, slight, as the nail sharpens to a talon. interesting. within his mind, even spite is silent as they both try to puzzle out the situation in front of them. idly, unconsciously, lucanis rubs his thumb and forefinger together before flattening both palms against his thighs. maybe in another lifetime he would've offered willingly, but now he feels himself hesitating.

not out of fear, no, and that much is clear by the expression he wears that is near a grimace. lifting a hand, he holds it out, palm up. )

I do not think you will enjoy it.

[roguepire]

[He catches that little glimmer of discomfort. Miniscule though it may be, his posture shows it only briefly. Astarion is used to trepidation when it comes to the subject at hand and smoothes the matter over by producing a small corked vial of bright red fluid from that lovely tailored coat he's wearing.

Blood. ]

I highly doubt that. However, I suppose I could use this instead. Fresher blood is better, but a good friend of mine charmed this vial so that it never empties.

Gentleman's choice.

[And people have the nerve to say he's not generous.]

[crowffee]

( had this happened before spite, lucanis would likely be much more open to the idea of offering his blood. it seems nothing like blood magic and he's, admittedly, rather curious about it and will likely ponder over the whys of vampirism for several days. but, now that he's this... this thing, this abomination...

well, he can't be sure his blood will even taste like blood. and that seems like something a vampire would like and not take well to. and the last thing lucanis wants to be responsible for is offering a very bad drink.

but, part of him is curious. he'd be lying if he said otherwise. can a demon be tasted in a simple drop of blood? he knows astarion is offering him an out and knows with every part of his being he should take it. yet, he finds himself being the curious cat in this situation and wants to know if the very essence of himself, the very thing that rushes through his veins and makes him human, doesn't actually make him human.

he looks at astarion quietly for a few moments, his eyes dark and set in steely determination. )

Try it, first. Do not ruin the wine.

[roguepire]

[He studies the man's face for a long and perhaps a tad too lingering amount of time before reaching for the offered hand with his unaltered hand. Keeping his hand wrist up while bringing the razor sharp nail to rest over the inside of his wrist. At this point his gaze drifts down to focus his aim.

In one smooth and entirely too casual motion he makes a clean and razor thin slice. Just enough for a drop or two of blood to well up.

Astarion's demeanor shifts at the mere sight of those red little ruby droplets. His eyes take on a dark hunger, one that isn't entirely carnal. In this one singular moment Astarion is more vampire than man. He can smell it on the air as well. Knows there's more blood pumping away in the chambers of his heart.

All of this is done so casually and so fast that no one else in the bar seems to notice the taste test about to take place.

He waits for the blood to collect over the edge of the nail before bringing the fingertip to his lips in yet another fluid and oddly sensual gesture. His eyes slide shut, as if concentrating on his palate.

Blood is liquid Ambrosia to him. This one, though, the flavor profile is unlike any other. The spiciness was something he almost expected. Like biting into a crisp jalapeño. The after notes of bitterness are a surprise. He's not entirely sure where it comes from. Something in his blood is a bit off. More than a bit off.

Not what I was expecting, but then again that's quite fascinating considering you harbor some sort of demon within you?

[When he opens his eyes they hold a faint glowing edge to them before he turns his head. When he glances back, his eyes are back to normal]

It won't stop me from drinking you down, darling. In every sense of the word.