West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 8, 2011 8:58:05 GMT -6
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West was by no means blind to the fact that the moment their lips had touched, Credo had flushed bright red, and now that it was over, he was, if anything, a darker shade. Thankfully he himself had refrained from blushing even though a part of him wanted to. It wouldn't do to have both of them standing looking like shell-shocked idiots, not when it was supposed to be natural. Watching the demon sit in awkward silence, the human came to the conclusion that either Credo really hadn't been expecting that or that he wasn't in the habit of getting kissed by boys. Maybe he was straight -- West had long ago taken on a policy of automatically assuming that everyone he met was bi. It made things a lot less complicated, usually, but apparently that was not the case now.
The other explanation that hadn't immediately occurred to him was that Credo had a crush on him; this could be backed up fairly well by the fact that the demon was still silent. However, West didn't want to think that. He didn't know what he wanted, exactly. When he met someone, he tried to befriend them, but rarely did he ever let someone get truly close to him. He might be their best friend, but they would never be his. It was just too dangerous to have people that close.
The thing was that West would give the world for those he loved. He'd tear down a city to save them if he had to. So it was better for everyone involved if there weren't any close friends or crushes that could inspire him to do that. It was better for West, who didn't get put in danger; it was better for the friend, who wasn't at the mercy of one of West's enemies; it was better for the enemy, who didn't get subjected to West's anger. In some ways, however, it just made him lonely, especially when his energy failed him and he slipped into melancholy.
He tried to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling, though, and found he couldn't. It was kind of a funny, edgy feeling like you got when you'd had too many Red Bulls: you feel like you can do anything, like you're flying. But that was how West normally felt. It was also a little like crying: kind of sad but happy, too. It was like running from something important and going back to save it. In summary: it was confusing. And West wasn't sure what he thought of that.
Signaling to the waitress to come and take his plate, the human cleared his throat, trying to find something to say that would entice the cat to give Credo back his tongue, metaphorically speaking. He drew a very, very large blank. There wasn't much to say, not after something like that, something that shouldn't have meant something but, West feared, did. Fiddling with his chopsticks, he spun them deftly between two fingers, worrying his bottom lip constantly.
Finally he thought of something. "So how'd you meet her?" he asked. It was a lame question, he knew, but it was all that was coming to mind. He hated silence, unless he was trying to think of something, because it just meant that the two people didn't get along well enough to carry a conversation. People didn't think about it, usually, but West's voice was soft and unobtrusive, his 'r's rolled just the faintest bit, his 'a's long, as if he were English. It was probably because he talked so much that people forgot how he was speaking. "I mean," he looked at the table a little awkwardly. "You don't just meet stalkers on the street. Well. Not usually. I do, sometimes, but then again those aren't really streets. Funny how you can call something one thing but then have it be a completely different thing but that other name still applies because the other person will probably only know what you're talking about if you use that first name instead of its proper.." He gulped, realizing he was rambling and not because he had a lot to say. "Yes. Ah. Good thing we scared her off, yeah?"
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Post by Credo on Oct 8, 2011 9:34:15 GMT -6
Still Credo sat and gawked like an idiot. He instantly realized he was embarrassing himself an acting like some high school girl who just achieved the greatest relationship goal of her life time. He rediscovered the ability to speak once more, but couldn't quite bring himself to use it just yet. Instead he adjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, closing his eyes for just a moment as he did so.
Attempting to regain his thoughts of which were fluttering around his mind like disorientated pigeons. He was more than use to kissing and embracing another person. But most of the time it was the opposite sex. It'd been years since Credo crushed on another guy. So you could imagine how out of practice he was. It was strange, but guys weren't so much different than girls to him. They were all under the same category of possible crush, or something more. As long as they weren't snobby or stuck up. Or annoying to the point they stalk him. Like very recently. Loving was nice, but stalking was a whole 'nother play book to him in which he didn't take a liking to at all. Especially if those plays are used against him. It was just the fact that he had no idea how to handle it even after the multitude of times it's happened to him. The 'plays' change with every person it seemed. However, it didn't happen often enough for him to know every single trick in the book.
He stumbled back into the real world when West started talking again. "So how'd you meet her?" It seemed he wanted to kill the awkward silence that lingered after the kiss. "I uh... I met her on the way here. I was lazy and decided to take a bus here. Horrible mistake there." Credo said, a little hesitation in his voice.
"I mean," he looked at the table. "You don't just meet stalkers on the street. Well. Not usually. I do, sometimes, but then again those aren't really streets. Funny how you can call something one thing but then have it be a completely different thing but that other name still applies because the other person will probably only know what you're talking about if you use that first name instead of its proper.."
Now he was just rambling. Credo stared for a moment. He made that classic pfft sound, the sound people make when they hold in a laugh. But he ended up chuckling anyway. What was it that was so funny about people rambling like that? He didn't know. But it served as a little comic relief to left the awkward vibes floating across the table. "Yes. Ah. Good thing we scared her off, yeah?", he added. "Yeah, thanks. I feel a lot more comfortable now.", the demon smiled again. He did feel a lot less tense now that prodding eyes released their grip on him. Now he could enjoy the remainder of the night. Notes: [/color] <3 Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 12, 2011 19:15:24 GMT -6
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Credo was still staring. West shifted a little uncomfortably under the gaze, ruffling his hair and adjusting his collar in the silence. This was the kind of silence that he hated -- the kind where he wasn't thinking and didn't know what to say, even though he knew he had to say something in order to keep the situation from becoming even more awkward that it already was. He didn't want to lose something just because he had kissed Credo.
Finally, the demon said something in reply to his question. "I uh... I met her on the way here," Credo said. "I was lazy and decided to take a bus here. Horrible mistake there." The human chuckled; even if he did have the pocket money for taking the bus, he couldn't. There were too many people there -- too many killers and too many ready to start. As a fairly conspicuous human, he made an excellent target.
It was strange -- this was West's mind rambling silently; it had nothing to do with the demon's reply at all, but that didn't stop him thinking about it -- but he had never thought to change his appearance much. Clothes, yes, clothes were easy to change. Footprints and shoeprints could be faked and erased with the greatest of ease. Hair and eye color, too, were subject to alteration in this day and age. West had seen quite a few of his fellow vigilantes get offered hair dyes and contact lenses in exchange for serves, and had even been offered some himself, but he turned it down. The hair and the eyes and the clothes were his signatures. He just couldn't be West without them. Unfortunately, he couldn't be inconspicuous with them, either.
He forced his mind back onto the topic at hand. "Never take the bus," he advised. "One of the first rules of keeping yourself out of the public eye. I learned that beauty my first day out of Mexico -- or, rather, my first hour. Met a couple nasty blokes on the DART bus into the city. Let's just say..." West paused, inspecting the shadow his hand was casting on the tablecloth, thinking. Whatever he was going to say, though, he soon decided against it. "The point is I don't take buses anymore." That particular incident did not need recounting.
As Credo laughed at his rambling monologue, the human found himself blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I talk a lot, 'kay?" he said with a bit of a pout. "Not my problem if it doesn't make sense."
"Yeah, thanks. I feel a lot more comfortable now." The human clapped his hands together and winked, then twined his fingers together and rested his elbows on the table, leaning his chin into the bridge he had formed. Being someone whose whole job -- and life, since his job would probably claim that sooner or later -- related to saving people, it was nice to be able to accomplish that without risking his own neck in the process. Now, if anyone had seen Credo and a human kissing, or indeed if the girl had know that West was human, there was bound to be some trouble brewing, but he wasn't thinking of that.
"I'm glad. Least I could do, seeing as you're paying for dinner. God, I haven't eaten food like that for ages. Ha, whoever said that crime pays is wrong, wrong wrong! Although I don't think you can count me as a criminal, really." He bit his tongue before he started rambling again.
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Post by Credo on Oct 13, 2011 15:36:50 GMT -6
Credo moved his now empty plate to the side, out of the way. So far, tonight turned out to be a lot more humorous than he initially thought. Before he left the hotel, the girl who had previously been stalking him crossed his mind only for a second. But he tossed it aside and decided to ignore the thought that she might be a little too eager to see him again. He had initially planned to spend the night alone, seeing as he had no other people to spend it with because he knew no one in France and he wasn't very fluent in the native tongue. But to his luck, mostly everyone had learned English since it had become a dominant language these days. Not everyone that was not birthed with an English tongue was great at it, but it was good enough that people could understand each other.
West had begin to speak again, responding to his last statement, "Never take the bus," he advised. "One of the first rules of keeping yourself out of the public eye. I learned that beauty my first day out of Mexico -- or, rather, my first hour. Met a couple nasty blokes on the DART bus into the city. Let's just say..." he stopped in mid-sentence. The pause lasted for a few more seconds and Credo was growing curious of the history of West and the dangerous DART bus. But he went on just to say, "The point is I don't take buses anymore." he finished. A mental awww like a child would when they wanted something but did not get it, murmured between thoughts. Instead a light chuckle left his lips.
West's cheeks began to turn pink faintly. His complexion made it ever so easy to catch it. Credo held in another laugh and raised a brow. "D'aaw look at him blush..." [/i] he teased. That was another of Credo's habits. Poking fun at people was like a hobby to him sometimes. And when he got bored back at The Pitt, he would constantly pull pranks on Nina and Spike. Spike was especially hilarious when he was hung over and cranky as hell. Many a time was the demon chased about the property by an extremely angry and unbalanced Vampire. He sort of missed that. Perhaps he'd go visit Nina and Spike soon. He spent a few moments reminiscing of those nights. I'm glad. Least I could do, seeing as you're paying for dinner. God, I haven't eaten food like that for ages. Ha, whoever said that crime pays is wrong, wrong wrong! Although I don't think you can count me as a criminal, really." said West. Credo nodded, he loved stuffing his face just as much as the next guy. I mean, he was a guy. A teenager both mentally and physically. He was always hungry. He wanted to respond to West's 'I dont think you can count me as a criminal, really' with a cliche romantic pun like 'I could too, because you stole my heart', but he stopped himself before he made himself look like a complete and utter idiot. He was use to pulling those with ditsy blondes whom of which didn't know what the word cliche was. But West was no ditsy blonde, obviously. [/size] Notes:[/color] <3 Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 16, 2011 0:27:09 GMT -6
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West saw the look that Credo gave him. It was the same look that people always got when he stopped short of telling them something. That was the way he was: he gave people something of himself, then pulled back, always unwilling to let himself take the plunge and really truly trust them. This habit had a lot to do with how West lived and how he was scared to lose people.
Usually this look -- which he got quite a lot -- didn't have any affect on him. But now the human frowned and rubbed the line of his jaw with his thumb, staring at Credo, wondering why the demon's little disappointed chuckle had made him feel guilty. This effect was starting to alarm him. West was usually more cautious about things like friendships and crushes. Actually, one could only say he was cautious about friendships, because he had the tendency to fall in love fast, hard, and end up with his heart broken. Is that what's happening?
Now that line of thought really was alarming.
"Oh, fine. Fine, fine, fine." West, like always, distracted himself by talking, albeit a little more hesitantly. It wasn't often he talked about his past with people. Sometimes, he mentioned one thing or the other, but it was hard to describe his family. There was the drunk dad, the effeminate step-father, the studious mother, the other step-father, the screaming fights, the constant drama, and yet the constant love of four parents...
"We couldn't afford safer transport. My family... I... we were... um. We were dysfunctional. Literally. Three dads and one mom. Took a lot of saving to get me out of Mexico. On the bus, I didn't know what to do. I mean, small town boy, big bus, scary new country, even scarier border patrol. I, um, forget the details." That was a lie. He knew exactly what had happened but talking about himself wasn't his strong suit.
"Anyways, we started arguing. This one vampire, he kept making passes at me, leaning in as if to bite me. I floored him and things kind of went out of control." West shrugged. "Not that interesting. I mean. I do that as a job now. Tell me about you, instead?" he asked, putting on his best puppy-dog face as he quickly changed the subject.
Some comment about his blush was made by Credo, which required West to roll his eyes like the moody teenager he looked to be. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, instead pointedly adjusting his hands so that, while his chin was still resting in his palms, his cheeks were covered by his hands as well. He didn't like it when people saw him blush, especially people like Credo.
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Post by Credo on Oct 16, 2011 8:04:45 GMT -6
West stared for a moment. Credo returned his gaze with eyes half closed and a nonchalant smile trailing across his face, cheek resting in his hand. Now he just wanted to be a jerk and tease West all night. His reactions so far proved to be interesting. Poking fun seemed like a good idea right now. "Oh, fine. Fine, fine, fine.", West gave in. And went on to tell the tale.
"We couldn't afford safer transport. My family... I... we were... um. We were dysfunctional. Literally. Three dads and one mom. Took a lot of saving to get me out of Mexico. On the bus, I didn't know what to do. I mean, small town boy, big bus, scary new country, even scarier border patrol. I, um, forget the details."
Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to make him tell this particular story. He didn't want to put a damper on the mood for the both of them. He continued, Anyways, we started arguing. This one vampire, he kept making passes at me, leaning in as if to bite me. I floored him and things kind of went out of control." West shrugged. "Not that interesting. I mean. I do that as a job now. Tell me about you, instead?"
Credo ran a hand through his hair, where should he start with this one? "Well, I'unno." [/i] he shrugged. "What do you want to hear?"[/i] he asked. There wasn't a whole lot interesting about Credo. Not anymore anyway. He didn't like talking about himself to begin with. But he didn't want to seem boring. The last thing he wanted to do was bore West out of the place. But then Credo noticed the puppy dog face West was giving him. He laughed in amusement and said "I'd rather sit here and poke fun at your pink cheeks right now."[/i]. He made a gesture, pointing at his own cheeks and smiling wide just because. West promptly covered his cheeks, a sigh leaving Credo's frame. "Is there anywhere you wanna go right now? Im getting tired of that fishy smell."[/i] he offered. As much as he loved sushi, the smell became extremely annoying to his sensitive nose eventually. Maybe there was somewhere West knew that was more interesting and less fishy. [/size] Notes:[/color] Short post is short... o-o Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 17, 2011 21:18:44 GMT -6
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Something in the back of his head made him note that Credo was kind of cute when he ran his hands through his hair, but another part mentioned the fact that that was his schtick. To prove it, West ruffled his bangs pointedly, just as if to show the demon how it was really done. It was the same kind of reaction he would have if someone showed up with green hair: 'Bitch, please. I do it better.'
"Don't care." He shrugged. He wasn't all that picky, really; in fact, he didn't even particularly want to hear about Credo's past, even though that would be interesting. It had just been a chance to change the subject away from him. "Whatever you want to tell me, really. Like...." West drew that word out that last word for a long time, scratching his left temple as if thinking. "Like what's your favorite color? Or fruit? Ooh, love fruit, such a nice treat -- hard to come by, though. All the big stores don't like my kind."
Credo laughed at the puppy dog face, which of course only made West put on a pouty face and stick out his bottom lip some. "I'd rather sit here and poke fun at your pink cheeks right now." Huffing a little, the human said, "I know, I know... who ever heard of a pale-skinned Mexican? Bit rubbish. No need to rub it in, boy-o." He had adopted those 'cute little phrases', as people often called them, during his travels, making his speech an amusing conglomeration of Briticisms, witticisms, and catchphrases.
The next question that the demon asked wasn't so much surprising in that it was out of context -- it was bound to be asked sooner or later -- but in that West found he had absolutely nothing to say in reply. "Is there anywhere you wanna go right now?" Credo asked. The human frowned and adjusted the position of his hands slightly, leaning on one in order to free up the other to draw circles on the tablecloth. Usually he'd suggest they go to a bar or something of that sort -- that is what he usually did when in the company of cute boys -- but in this case it didn't seem like the best idea. As much as he liked Credo's company, there were growing issues in his mind.
First of all, he was a human, and the demon was... well, the demon was a demon. And even though West was a generally open-minded person, there were some things that he just couldn't get out of his head. One of those things was the fact that it was mostly because of demons that humans so scarce, and those that remained were hunted down and in hiding. Another was that he didn't want to put Credo in danger for being seen out with one of those that the Morrigan hated. Yet another was that he just didn't know the demon all that well yet and all of this was going just a bit too fast.
Finally, West came up with something. "Is there somewhere we could get drinks? I mean," he corrected, clearing his throat. "I'm a bit... human for a lot of places. And my place is out of the question, since there is no such thing as 'my place', and yours is, too, because we've really only just met even though we're having dinner and oh, my god, I'm rambling again. The point is, drinks would be nice."
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Post by Credo on Oct 18, 2011 18:49:19 GMT -6
"I know, I know... who ever heard of a pale-skinned Mexican? Bit rubbish. No need to rub it in, boy-o." West protested. Credo was certainly amused by West's reactions to being teased. "Heh, well, Boy-o here can't help it if you're too easy to make blush." [/i] he smiled. Credo resisted the erdge to wink at West and instead took a sip of water. West seemed to mirror Credo's earlier motion, but with more purpose. He raised a brow and tilted his head forward, the corner of his mouth raised in a smirk. "I saw that."[/i] he said, a shudder of a laugh interrupting his sentence for a split second. The human went on to express some random questions, lack of interest in Credo's past. Good thing too because he didn't feel like telling it. "Ah, I prefer dark shades really. I dont suppose I have a favorite. And,"[/i] he paused, "I love green apples. Those are way too hard to find as well nowadays."[/i] he answered. Responding to his earlier question, West started on "Is there somewhere we could get drinks? I mean," he corrected, clearing his throat. "I'm a bit... human for a lot of places. And my place is out of the question, since there is no such thing as 'my place', and yours is, too, because we've really only just met even though we're having dinner and oh, my god, I'm rambling again. The point is, drinks would be nice.", the human finished. Yet again, another chuckle escaped his frame. He couldn't help it at this point. West was just too cute when he rambled. Most people would be annoyed by such a thing, but Credo was actually taking a liking to it. Hopefully that wasn't a bad thing. "I saw a place further into town. We could try there."[/i] Credo offered. "Besides, if anyone has a problem I think we can handle it. he finished, smiling a bit to himself and taking another sip of water. Right about now, drinks sounded fabulous. He had more than another "5-finger" cash to bomb on drinks. And it was another of Credo's favorite things to do. Vodka and Tequila sounded like heaven and he couldn't wait to taste some again. It had been months since he last drank. Hopefully he wouldn't get wasted tonight, seeing as he had company. However, like many other demons, Credo could down more than any normal human being could any day. Then again West wasn't your average, run of the mill human. So Credo assumed he possessed the ability to hold his alcohol, no problem. Nodding, Credo said "Alrighty, lets go get some drinks, shall we?" ,before getting up and leaving the money and a nice tip for the great service tonight on the table. [/size] Notes:[/color] Lost my muse o-o Tagged:[/color] Wessst Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 18, 2011 21:35:09 GMT -6
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"Heh, well, Boy-o here can't help it if you're too easy to make blush." This just made him blush again. Slumping in his chair and burying the bottom half of his face in his arm, West mumbled something incomprehensible in Spanish, fixing a playfully sour glare on the demon across from him.
"I saw that." Rolling his eyes at this, West straightened up and said, "Well, yeah. Otherwise it would've been pointless. But I do do it better." There were many things in life that the human heartily believed he did better than anyone else. He had a huge ego, which was part of the reason why he had so few people who were actually close to him, and which was also part of the reason why he was so good at what he did: he refused to believe he could fail. Of course, it made that inevitable failure all the worse when it actually did come, but that was beside the point.
When he had asked Credo what his favorite color and fruit were, he hadn't actually expected an answer. Most people brushed those small questions off as unimportant, so it was nice to have a response once in a while. "I love green apples," the demon replied. Promptly, the human pulled a face -- having a response was nice, but not that response. He hated apples. It was more or less the one thing he couldn't stand.
"Pears are better. Much better. Or grapes -- I love grapes. You can make wine out of grapes. Or..." West took his chin from the bridge where it was resting, rubbing his cheeks with the backs of his hands as if hiding the last bit of the blush that was left. "Or bananas. I love bananas. And limes. Anything sour -- yum." Shrugging, the human twirled a lock of hair with one of his long index fingers, listening as Credo kept talking.
"Hm, the one with the purple sign out front?" West asked. If that was the one, then he agreed that it was probably a good place to go. He agreed completely that between them, a demon and a human, they could probably take out any trouble that started up. After all, a naughty bit in the back of West's mind told him that they both knew their way around a bar very well.
"Alrighty, lets go get some drinks, shall we?" the demon proposed. Jumping up from his chair so quickly he had to steady the back of his chair with one hand, West adjusted the lapels of his jacket smartly, hurrying over to join Credo as they left the restaurant. He smiled deviously: it had been a long time since he had been this lucky. Not only had he got a kiss and dinner for free, he'd now be having drinks with a wonderfully cute demon. Obviously, it couldn't last -- they'd probably never see each other again -- but it was really rather nice.
"I have to warn you," the human said matter-of-factly as they walked together. "I've out-drunk more than my fair share of heavyweights since I came to Europe. Just want to let you know, because, well." He shrugged. "Because you'll be hard-pressed to get me drunk, if that's your intention -- usually that's my intention, but I'm not paying. I mean, usually that's what people try to do, try and get their da-- friends drunk. You'd, ah, know that, though."
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Post by Credo on Oct 18, 2011 22:22:22 GMT -6
"Well, yeah. Otherwise it would've been pointless. But I do do it better." West countered. Credo had to admit, West did do it better, as Credo only did it out of habit. And half the time he didn't even notice he was doing it. Though 50% of the time he was oblivious to his own actions because with somethings he reacted out of pure nature. Just as a just-born turtle knows to move toward the sea when they hatch. "Whatever." Credo said playfully, laughing lightly.
West seemed to recognize which bar Credo was talking about before he even described it. West was more observant than he thought, but considering his occupation(s) that wasn't too much of a surprise. Credo wasn't the best at describing things anyway, so he was saved the trouble of doing so.
The two gathered themselves and made for the exit. The night air was brisk, slightly chilly. Credo didn't mind the cold all that much. His shirt's sleeves ended at the elbows and cuffed fashionably, allowing the soft but chilled win beat against his exposed skin. In Russia, it was five times the cold, plus snow. So this was nothing to him. In fact, Credo welcomed cold weather. He detested the heat and refused stay out long in it. He didn't mind sweating, but it was just the overall heat itself that made him cranky and always in a pissy mood. And he feared he would leave a horrid impression with West if it were so.
"I have to warn you," he started, "I've out-drunk more than my fair share of heavyweights since I came to Europe. Just want to let you know, because, well." He shrugged. "Because you'll be hard-pressed to get me drunk, if that's your intention -- usually that's my intention, but I'm not paying. I mean, usually that's what people try to do, try and get their da-- friends drunk. You'd, ah, know that, though."
Challenge Accepted. Credo wasn't very competitive on a regular bases with these sort of things, and he tried to always be a good sport. He'd out-drank many a bar-goer during his rougher times as well. Back when he had more on his mind than ever, driving him to stress related bar visits on a nightly bases. Of course, he wasn't a drunk. He'd make sure everyone knew where he was going, when he was going, so he'd avoid looking like a drunken fool when people asked him important questions that he wouldn't remember the next morning. True, hang overs are the worst, but drinking was something Credo enjoyed. Especially with friends.
Credo nodded laxly and a smug smile trailed it's way over his features. "Challenge Accepted, Mr. Lemon-Lime." [/i] he said, referencing back to West's telling about his fruit preferences. Credo felt like he would take a liking to that little nickname he had come up with off the spot. And would probably start calling West by it whether he liked it too or not. When Credo labeled people, that's was always a sign that he favored you. Credo didn't label everyone, and very few of his friends had labels. If West ever realized it, he ought to feel mighty special right about then. "God forbid I drink you into an alcoholic hole and take advantage of it.[/i] he teased, "Because Im totally that kind of person. he finished with a toothy grin. He was only joking, but no one ever said he hadn't done it before. About 10 minutes later, the two arrived at the bar, the live band playing steadily over the constant talking of the people inside. Credo sat himself at the very end, a spot he always preferred, for he did not like being flanked by people he had never met before. He was always a little claustrophobic here and there. The demon patted the stool beside him and rested his elbows on the bar. [/size] Notes:[/color] Dayum, longest post ever o-o Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Credit:[/color]TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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Post by West Lee on Oct 18, 2011 23:10:06 GMT -6
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The two of them walked out into the street, West trailing a step behind Credo. The night was a little nippy, and while the demon may have preferred this, it was in the human's blood to love the heat. He had lived in Mexico for most of his life, so the heat didn't bother him. It was the kind of chilly, in-between temperature that got him the most since he never knew how to dress for it. Shivering a little, West walked close to his friend as they made their way towards the bar.
As Credo started talking, he couldn't help but laugh. A challenge, then -- a drinking game. He was very, very good at those; he had won some fairly big competitions over the years. "You're on, Mr. Sushi Man," he said with a laugh. "You should worry more about me drinking you into a hole than vice versa. I'd like to see you try to take advantage of me, though, buster." He matched Credo's smug smile with one of his own, cocking one eyebrow cheekily.
They arrived at the bar fairly quickly, since neither of them was a slow walker. West looked around carefully as they entered, scanning the area for anyone that jumped at the sight of him. This wasn't because he was worried about his own safety -- he wasn't; he never was -- but because he was with a friend, and he could not bear to have something happen to someone on his watch. No one seemed too suspicious, though, so he quickly gave up surveillance and hopped up on the barstool next to Credo.
Flagging the bartender over, West leaned up against the bar, asking, "Credo, what d'ya want? I'll have a, ah..." He grabbed a drinks list and pointed to one at random. "That, if you could." The last sentence was addressed to the huge, hulking man behind the bar who was polishing a thin glass with his massive hands. It was a wonder, West commented to himself, that the cup hadn't shattered a long time ago. He knew that, had he been the one polishing, there would have been shards of glass absolutely everywhere.
Turning to his friend as he waited for drinks, the human said, "So. Shall we have a little game, then? I mean, if you're not too chicken, Mr. Sushi Man. Doesn't matter what kind, but I like competitions, mostly 'cause I'm good at it." A glass was pushed over towards him from the other side of the bar. West smiled his thanks, then sniffed the drink experimentally.
He coughed a little, pulling back from the glass. It was really much stronger than he had expected. "I," he said, staring at it, "have positively no idea what this is. Smells kind of like a mix of lemoncello and vodka -- lemoncello being vodka. Vodka and vodka? Maybe? Still don't know. But I guess it'll do."
Had West been anyone else, he would have considered that maybe, going to a bar and playing a drinking game with a demon he had met only once before and kissed not ten minutes earlier was not a good idea. However, West was not someone else, and so, with his usually rashness, he wasn't thinking about it at all. If he had considered it, the train of thought would have gone something like this: If I keep on like this, I risk getting: killed, humiliated, robbed, heartbroken, hungover, etc. There, I've thought about it. Don't expect me to stop. He had a level of obstinacy that really was hard to match.
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Post by Credo on Oct 19, 2011 11:07:35 GMT -6
Credo wouldn't minded one bit if vice versa were to happen. This battle of wits and skill would be rewarding be it he lost or not, hopefully. West wasn't totally off the hook tonight.
After West took his seat with Credo he caught the attention of the bartender and asked what Credo wanted. He scanned the menu, looking over all the alcoholic delights that littered the paper. Perhaps he would start out with his usual tonight. "Just Vodka for now." [/i] he said, after thinking for a few moments. West turned back to Credo while they waited for their drinks to come. "So. Shall we have a little game, then? I mean, if you're not too chicken, Mr. Sushi Man. Doesn't matter what kind, but I like competitions, mostly 'cause I'm good at it." the human said as their glasses were sent their way. Credo sipped his drink, a smirk coming along. "Bring it on, Mr. LemonLime. Let's see if you're actually good at this."[/i], the demon challenged West daringly. "And not jus' showin' off, ah?"[/i] he added. The demon took another sip of his drink, but this one bigger than the last, putting him at the half way point to finishing. He was in no rush. Drink faster and he was liable to get wasted faster. And this was a game of who-can-last-the-longest, was it not? Credo wasn't pressed to win, but natural competitiveness might get the best of him tonight if not West first. Most people take it that as Credo being a pretty boy, he cant hold his alcohol. That was far from the case as Credo long lost count of the uppity punks he's out-drank in the past few years alone. However West was probably going to be the most unyielding opponent Credo would ever have. The human took a whiff of his drink, "I," he said, staring at it, "have positively no idea what this is. Smells kind of like a mix of lemoncello and vodka -- lemoncello being vodka. Vodka and vodka? Maybe? Still don't know. But I guess it'll do." Credo sniggered as the human went about trying to figure out what exactly he was drinking. Staring at it while sipping his own drink again, Credo couldn't help but slip the glass from West's hand and take a small sip of it. It was strong and burned the back of his throat going down. But it was nonetheless tasty. He didn't exactly say anything, but simply put the glass back in the humans hands, turning his attention back to his own drink. Credo never once thought he would be spending a night, drinking with a human of all things. He wasn't judgmental of the creatures, but it was absolutely improbable that a demon and a human would just be chillaxing with each other on friendly terms, no stings attached. Had his ex-comrades seen this, they'd never let him live it down. Not that they already would let his leaving the battlefront to live a free life down. Any day now he expected to see one of them, or hear one of them searching, sniffing about like some crazed Morrigan-Bloodhound for him. He also expected a dispute and most likely blood to be spilled (Mainly his). Which put him slightly on edge while with his new friend. But Credo was drawn to West by some unknown force. The two had met again in France, and France wasn't all that small if you thought about it. All the places in the world he could have been and never have seen West again. Not that he wasn't grateful for fate allowing the two to meet again. Knowing his luck, this was probably a sign. A sign he'd been looking for for a very long time. [/size] Notes:[/color] Why did this take so long to write? o.o Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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West Lee
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Post by West Lee on Oct 19, 2011 21:20:13 GMT -6
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"Bring it on, Mr. LemonLime. Let's see if you're actually good at this. And not jus' showin' off, ah?" As the demon offered up this challenge, one of West's signature grins lit up his face. Everyone had idiosyncrasies, but his were all extremely distinctive and personalized. His smiles were wide and manic, flashing all of his shiny white teeth as it stretched from ear to ear. Licking his lips, the human peered momentarily into his glass, then looked back up at Credo.
It was interesting to see that the demon, while clearly capable of downing his drink quickly, drank slowly. It was a strategy he had seen many times used by non-humans. It wasn't clear whether Credo was actually thinking about this, but the reasoning West had heard most often for this strategy of drinking slowly was that non-humans were trying to hold out long enough for the alcohol to take effect on their human opponents. In his opinion, though, it was a bit of a cop-out. Drinking contests were about speed as well as tolerance.
As Credo reached out to take the glass, West slackened his grip, watching closely as the demon tasted the mixture. "Strange, yeah? Usually I can tell what's in a drink, but... oh well. It's kind of lemon-y. I like lemons." Reaching over and grabbing a menu, he scanned it quickly, looking for an item that matched what he had ordered. However, it appeared that he had done it so quickly and randomly that he had picked a drink that had about fifty variations thereupon, so West still did not know what it was he was having.
He shook his finger at his friend. "Don't you laugh at me, Mr. Sushi Man. And don't think I don't see you giggling behind my back, either. I'll have you know I take alcohol very seriously indeed." It was true: he took drinks -- and drinking games -- very seriously. It was a source of pride for him, like so many other things, and he'd rather not lose to someone on the first go-around.
"Let's see if you can keep up with me," he said, and promptly downed half the glass in half the time it took Credo to take a sip. The alcohol burned the back of his throat badly, but as strong as the drink was, he didn't react except to wrinkle the corners of his eyes slightly in discomfort. Setting the glass down decisively, he gestured to Credo's glass, saying, "C'mon, drink like a man, boy-o!" Winking, West gulped down the rest of the vodka and waved the empty cup teasingly at his friend. "Or are you chicken?"
The demon's strategy may have been to go slow and steady in order not to get too drunk too quickly, but his was the exact opposite. It took a while for alcohol to get into his system, so if he could out-drink his opponent in that time, then that was the best way to go about it. Sure, West knew that his strategy left him with larger hangovers than he probably needed (though he certainly deserved them), but it had always worked in the past.
He waved at the bartender from across the way, making a hand motion to signify that he wanted another of whatever it was he had ordered. Turning to Credo, West cocked an eyebrow and ran one finger along the rim of his glass idly. "So, ah," he said slowly. "You're single, then? Apart from girls stalking you, that is."
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Post by Credo on Oct 20, 2011 14:40:52 GMT -6
The taste of West's choice in drink was interesting. It was certainly different from his own choice. But of course, West had unknowingly chose a variety mixture of which neither of them were sure of. It wasn't a bad taste, but Credo wasn't exactly sure he liked it either. "Strange, yeah? Usually I can tell what's in a drink, but... oh well. It's kind of lemon-y. I like lemons." said West. "Im not sure I like it. Lemons are alright. Green apples are better still." [/i] he smiled and added, But a drink is a drink, so why not."[/i] He would always prefer green apples over lemons. Green apples were just perfect in themselves. Credo hadn't noticed West saw him passing a tiny giggle at him. Shaking his finger at Credo he said, "Don't you laugh at me, Mr. Sushi Man. And don't think I don't see you giggling behind my back, either. I'll have you know I take alcohol very seriously indeed.". The tone of West's voice and just him in general made Credo laugh a little more. The demon pursed his lips and spoke with "babytalk" as most people would call it by, "Aww, he's being serious is he?"[/i] he said comically while mirroring West's finger shaking motion back at him. It was clearer than day that West sought to prove himself. To prove that he was the better drinker. Credo being Credo he just smiled and nodded. As if to say "Laugh it up while you can", considering his logic at the moment. The words he was thinking spilled out on their own, "Laugh while you can, Mr. Lemon Lime."[/i] the demon chuckled unintentionally again. He was doing that a lot tonight. He wasn't use having this much fun with someone he really liked. He had fallen out of practice with not having any friends around him very often. As a result, sometimes he would be very awkward to socialize with. Of course, it wasn't exactly intentional. Credo finished his glass and caught the bartender while he was still near to get another round. This time mixing a bit of another favorite of his, Tequila. Vodka and Tequila had been his favorite mixture for some time now. And the taste was absolutely great to him. Others would frown at the odd choice in drink. But not he, Credo was the sort of guy that would try the oddest of things when others would not. The odd ball, if you will. The demons thoughts seemed to float elsewhere for a few moments. West's voice snapped them back into place. "So, ah," , he began, "You're single, then? Apart from girls stalking you, that is." he finished. Credo lightly snickered at the last bit, as true as it was. He wasn't expecting West to ask so soon. He assumed he would wait until the two were about to go their separate ways, like so many others have done before him. He tapped the rim of his glass, staring down into the concoction while biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. Instead of wasting time and thinking of a way to order the words he wanted to say, he just let them spill out. "I like how there's no bullshit with you."[/i] he said, keeping his gaze straight and aimed on the bottles on the shelf behind the bar. "I wasn't expecting you to pop the question so early.[/i] And for a few more moments his gaze remained straight ahead, before he turned to look at West. "Yeah. Im single."[/i] he finished, feeling a blush coming on. He quickly averted his gaze back to his drink and tapped the rim of his glass again. [/size] Notes:[/color] D'awww <3 Tagged:[/color] Wessst! Words: 589 Credit:[/color] TAPER JEAN GIRL ! z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=17680[/center]
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Post by West Lee on Oct 22, 2011 11:43:06 GMT -6
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West shrugged nonchalantly as the demon said something about not liking the drink. "I can't afford to be picky," he said truthfully. If he stressed out over what he ate, he would have starved years ago. Thankfully, he didn't, so anything except vegetables -- which were hard for humans to get anyways -- was fair game. "Except," he added, seeing Credo's smile, "except green apples. I hate those."
It was a little weird that the demon kept on giving him those grins, since, somehow, he felt like it was out of character. West didn't know a whole lot about his companion, but what he did know had given him the impression that either Credo wasn't very outgoing or just hadn't had the time to socialize recently. If that's true, why is he so happy around me? The human ran one hand through his hair, training his eyes on the demon.
"Of course I'm being serious!" West protested. "You have to take things seriously, otherwise you'll end up in some alleyway halfway across town, completely naked and utterly stoned." That hadn't happened to him, but it had happened to some of his acquaintances. Needless to say, their encounters with vampires and demons in those alleys, while stoned and naked, had often been their last. Getting drunk was fun, but it made you careless.
"I like how there's no bullshit with you," Credo said, looking anywhere but at West. The human watched him curiously, not sure what to expect. Most people just said yes or no, unless the situation was complicated. "There's no time for bullshit," he said with a small smile. "My life's too short."
The demon kept on staring at the bottles in front of him. It bothered West that he couldn't read the expression on his friend's face, since usually he was very good at that. "I wasn't expecting you to pop the question so early." The human shrugged again; it was a little odd that Credo had said 'pop the question' as if he being asked to get married, but he was sure it was just a figure of speech. Even though he spoke English quite fluently, and without much of an accent, sometimes little things got by him.
"So am I," West said with a smile. "My life's too short for me to stay in one place long enough to find someone. In a way... in a way that's what I hate the most. You're different; you can have girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever." He stared at the rim of his glass, running his fingers around the rim. "As soon as I get that close to someone, I have to leave. And if they don't come with me, I can't keep them safe, because believe me, if I don't watch them like a hawk then those that want me dead will use the people I love instead. It's a miracle they have not found my family yet."
While talking, he hadn't noticed that the bartender had delivered his other drink. Pressing his lips into a line, the human reached for it. "But whatever. Life's too short." He took a large sip, making a face as the alcohol burned his throat.
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