Belly Shots, Anyone?—Vincent

[Vincent]

He smiles at her, taking another sip. "It's fine, I don't mind listening. It seems obvious to me that you have pent up and mixed emotions over the subject, and I doubt you talk to many people about it. I'll be right back." he says, rising from the couch and disappearing into the kitchen, rummaging around the fridge a bit, looking for something.

He comes back after a few moments, holding two glasses with ice, and a bottle of vodka. "I was told this was supposed to be good and strong, and you seem lije you could use a drink." he says with a smile, placing them on the table before them. He slips out of his jacket, revealing tanned and muscled arms crossed with scars, and places it on the adjacent chair, pouring them their drinks, taking a sip off his.

He didn't care much for drinking, but it'd probably make her more comfortable if he did. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he asks as he pulls his gloves off, sinking back down beside her, emerald eyes watching her patiently. He was so young still, but acted in a far older manner as a result of his experencies, tonight, he felt, would be good for the both of them.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

i don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the morning
'CAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE YOU KNOW IN THE WORLD THAT WON'T BE HOME. THE SUN IS BLINDING,
I STAYED UP AGAIN. I AM FINDING THAT'S NOT THE WAY I WANT MY STORY TO END. I'M SAFE UP
UP HIGH, NOTHING CAN TOUCH ME. NO PAIN INSIDE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- YOU'RE MY PROTECTION BUT HOW DO I FEEL THIS GOOD SOBER?

“It's fine, I don't mind listening. It seems obvious to me that you have pent up and mixed emotions over the subject, and I doubt you talk to many people about it. I'll be right back,” he assured me with a smile before he got up off the couch and headed toward the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room, sitting on the couch with my arms crossed over my stomach and far-off expression most likely apparent in my eyes.

The only person I really had to talk to about it all was Anastasia, and didn’t dare bring it up with her, because she didn’t need to relive all of it over again. I’d pretty much fucked Kody over and he probably didn’t want to ever see me again, and Urjasz had run off to Russia to take care of some business with the Gorchakov. All that left me with was my party friends, and they were all men and most of the time when we met we were too busy getting drunk and well, they didn’t know jack shit about the supernatural world, and I’ll be damned if I lose friends because I feel like I need to tell them that vampires and werewolves exist. . . . They’d think me crazy!

Leon returned shortly with a welcome site. . . a bottle of vodka! Oh god did I love vodka. "I was told this was supposed to be good and strong, and you seem like you could use a drink,” he explained, setting one of the glasses with ice on the table in front of me and shedding his jacket.

I gave him one long look—scars. Hot—and then smiled brightly at him, looking incredibly thankful. I was a pretty hard core drinker as a human, but with everything that had been happening with Daktari and the family, I had started to drink more. Especially after my little torture session with the sadist wolf. “I can always use a drink. Vodka is pretty strong,” I said, my voice barely above a murmur as he poured my little glass full of the clear spirit. I immediately snatched up the glass and greedily drained half of it in one go. Wincing slightly at the burn in my throat, but it was so good.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” Leon asked after taking a sip from his own and pulling off his gloves. I was surprised he had kept his jacket and gloves on so long—we were inside now, after all, and it had warmed up in the place pretty quickly with that fireplace on. I was quite comfortable in my short skirt and corset-like shirt. Though, I still had been even out in the winter air.

Shaking my head and setting my half-empty glass of vodka down, I smiled at him. “No. . . no I’m good for now so long as the alcohol keeps coming. . . . Is there anything else you wanted to know about the strange hyena girl you’ve taken home?” I was trying—and probably failing—to make the mood light again.

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---------STATE Finished
---------VOCAB 523
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER One of my shorter posts.
---------COSTAR Leon
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE His home
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Pink