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Post by dargan on Aug 17, 2009 3:50:06 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
It had been a long evening, with his little trip to Red Pavilion library after finishing his forms to become an Angel apprentice. Those damn things, he didn't think he'd ever be done.. Hopefully he'd get a response within a few days, and he'd be able to start training as soon as possible. In fact, he was looking forward to it. So much so that he was celebrating tonight.
Oz's ears twitched and he lifted the bottle of rum to his muzzle, guzzling down a few good swallows before placing it back down on the bar, wiping a few drips from his chin.
Music blared from across the room, speakers pounding so hard that it shook the floor, all but drowning out the sound of the pack fighters overhead until one crashed into the roof. Oz's eyes narrowed as he let the music take over his body, tossing the edge of his mohawk out of his eyes, he grabbed his drink and headed to the already crowded dance floor. Slipping past a few drunk ravers he sunk into the mosh of furres, eyes scanning each and every one for possible dance partners.
There were only a few hot guys here that weren't drunk off their asses yet, most of which were probably straight as a stripper pole.
After what seemed like a good five minutes, a new song burst through the speakers, and with it a few more stragglers onto the dance floor. One of which was looking promising. Oz wove through the crowd, coming face to face with a small frilled reptilian. "Wana dance?" He asked, grinning at the lizard. The guy shrugged him off without even giving him an answer. "How rude..."
It wasn't long before the sabertooth tiger mix breed was back at the bar, sitting back on a stool and watching the others with an agitated glare. What fun was dancing if you couldn't have a little fun with someone else in the process?
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Post by Rook on Aug 17, 2009 4:33:50 GMT -5
There hadn't been a tangible point to mark Rook's descent downwards. You could say it must be some time between Zarek leaving him through a cracked door, and then refusing to speak to him afterwards- cutting off all forms of communication, and of course the four apprentices that had shown up dead a month later. You could say all these things culminating- and the frequent increase of his missions- hit jobs frankly, no more and no less, contributed to the apprentice Overseer's lax behavior within the past few weeks, he had scarcely spoken to anyone, had neglected to report to his superiors as oftenas he should, not to mention the demerit on his record for reportedly making a scene in a public area.
The rank of something so heavy as the image of four young teens, two of which he had known well, disemboweled on the side of the Wall and hanging by their feet over the edge did not stifle well. Everything else, Rook had buried under a well thought out arrangement of dirt- medication and booze, but this...this would not stay out of his head.
Of course the only way to counter this was the direct approach to the problem. He had to completely destroy his head, thus the memory inside of it would also be wiped out. Made sense right?
Rook's state of mind was spoken in body language- the older furre had dressed unusually casually for him- just a simple black sweater and a pair of dark jeans- slightly tighter than he'd normally wear them- but since he usually wore thick leggings on the job, it did not matter.
His hair was combed out rater than tied back, but it didn't look like much effort had been put into making it look presentable- it was simply laying lank against his face. Normally he would've accomplished a reserved handsome, if a bit rough and old for it, but right now he would not be touched with a ten foot pole by any of the scarce gay men in the club he was trying to attract.
It didn't have as much to do with his appearance, as his attitude, and his body language. Rook was obviosuly depressed and angry, and he was smothering it under a lot of booze, he was barely aware of where he was but he had a goal in mind of course. Or what was left of his mind anyway, at that point.
"Fucking...tiger, thinks I can't have..I could have any guy in here". He muttered to himself- gray eyes bright with a murderous ironic glint.
"Any of you fucking fags want to fuck me? Bet you all do...bunch of prancing whores." Thankfully his words were so distorted by his growling slur that they were hard to make out, but those who sat close by looked away.
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Post by dargan on Aug 17, 2009 4:51:16 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
Oz didn't even notice the other guy until he turned back around to order another bottle of Rum. Regardless of having a bit left in the bottle in his hand. It looked small compared to the huge feline's hand, and even smaller when he tipped it to his muzzle to drink what was left in it.
Tonight he had planned to get drunk, not to the point of throwing up his guts in the bar bathroom, but drunk enough to walk out staggering, which he'd barely even begun to accomplish. His size and body mass made it harder for the alcohol to affect him, but he was starting to feel the tell-tell perk in his attitude, and that numbness that came along with it. It made him a little more outgoing, a little less stressed, and a lot more flirty.
His tail wiggled behind him, almost doglike in it's movement. Slightly bobbed though it may be, it had enough fluff to make it look appealing and cuddly, not to mention what was hiding beneath those baggy black jeans of his, a tight ass, and around front a nice bulge for those who wanted to look. It was obvious to everyone who did, that the tiger wasn't wearing much in the way of underwear tonight.
His gaze shifted as he turned, motioning for the waiter and holding up his mostly empty bottle. It settled on the man a few seats down the bar. His brow raised, why hadn't he noticed him before?
Handsome, well built... He looked like he could play with the big boys. A grin pulled at the sabertooth's muzzle, and he continued to stare at the older man, not bothering to hide his interest.
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Post by Rook on Aug 17, 2009 5:04:54 GMT -5
The bartender looked nervously at the hostile wolverine hybrid, worried that he'd start some trouble at some point- but thankfully Rook's muttering gradually lessened and then he just sat at the bar, crouched, eyes somewhat squinted, raven bangs in his face as he leaned onto the table- a glass of whiskey in one hand and fist in the other.
Rook had started out the night- with a promise to himself. He would have sex tonight. He didn't care who, he didn't care if it was some gutter slimeball from the Ea'Luz's shadier sects, it just had to male and it had to be soon. He had to know.
He left me because I wouldn't fuck him- but it was my damn choice not to. It wasn't because I couldn't! Bastard! I'll show him!
Except...something along the way had went wrong. He wasn't new in town- he knew Angelo's was one of the top ten places that men of that persuasion would be hanging out. He knew there were people here who should have been waiting in line for a taste of Rook- why wouldn't they? There wasn't anything wrong with him- it wasn't as if he had shown up as an Angel...
But where were they? As the night grew later and he drank more he began to realize the fact of the matter, they were here. They were just avoiding him. He was old, he was drunk, he was a slob. Who could blame them?
Zarek was right
So when he turned around, his face was one of hopeless unease, he was not happy where he was in life, he was desperate for any form of self confidence, no matter how twisted. How could a bunch of prancing whores turn him down?
...How?
The voice came again
Zarek was right
Then he noticed the tiger, for a moment Rook froze...and a flash of recognition thought through his gaze, as though he knew the one in front of him. But even in a foggy daze, he could tell almost immediatly he had been mistaken.
This wans't Zarek, a few key points proved that theory- for one- this tiger was a great deal younger, for another, he had bigger teeth. MUCH bigger teeth, he wasn't sure if that was real or not, or if he was hallucinating but they seemed to extend beyond his jaw. Also this guy was...
This person wants me The realization was not triumphant, it was suprising.
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Post by dargan on Aug 17, 2009 5:32:36 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
Oz's eyes met with the other man's, and his grin pulled into a flirty smile. He waved with his unoccupied hand. Waiting until the tender returned with his drink, he finely got to his feet and padded slowly over to the older man. "Hey, what's up?" He said in a cheerful tone, his voice deep, holding a youthful, lighthearted tone. "Just wondering if this seat was taken.."
He sat down in the seat directly next to Rook, that had been emptied moments before, tipping the new bottle in his paw to his mouth. The liquid inside disappeared quickly down his throat with very little effort on his part. Once he was finished he placed the bottle back onto the bar and turned to face his new interest. "So what's someone like you doing sitting alone?" He tilted his head, an ear pushing forward to listen.
Overall the sabertooth's appearance was anything but the frilly mess that most other guys of his sexual preference here seemed to adore so much. He was muscular and tall, manly with a punkish air about him, from the mohawk that sprouted from his head, black with white tips in the front and leading back into a long braid, to his pierced ear, a deep chip missing from the top. Two scars etch their way over the bridge of his nose. His exposed arms both raked by claw marks. A bear tooth necklace dangling down over the front of his black wifebeater.
Truth be told, he didn't look like someone who would be interested in guys.
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Post by Rook on Aug 17, 2009 17:20:15 GMT -5
What a stupid pick up line thought Rook with a twinge of annoyance that deepened even through his fogged daze. Of course your wondering whether the seat is taken- yet you take it anyway. What's next the 'yawn' ploy? Come on, cassanova, this isn't a junior high dance.
Rook realized however, that despite this annoyance, he wasn't getting angry as he usually would. He could not tell whether it was because of the booze, or because of his ..desperation.
It hurt to think that, so he quickly passed it over, refusing to linger in place.
But despite all this- despite the shit he had been saying all night- at that moment he had no idea how to react. He hadn't been hit on in years. Certainly this hadn't happened with Zarek-- there had been an awkward stage, but he had not fathomed actually meeting some random person and trying to...
Well, it wasn't in his programming, he had always been monogamous creature, and he hadn't known exactly what he'd be getting himself into-doing this. It had simply seemed like a good idea at the time. A way to get some kind of satisfaction or distraction. To prove he wasn't pathetic, and he could do this without Zarek. He could enjoy it too.
But now he was embarrassed- he was frozen- now that he actually had a queer (apparently- it wasn't as if the guy actually looked it)- he had no idea what to do with him.
Rook wracked his brain- and his first line of defense was to look for a fight.
"I'm just enjoying the cool night air".
He growled, his drawl always came out clearer when he was drunk, his eyes were a bit glazed over, but still shone with a ceaseless blind anger- at everything.
"Do you have a problem with me"?
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Post by dargan on Aug 18, 2009 0:09:53 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
Oz smiled warmly at the disgruntled looking canid mixbreed. He wasn't sure exactly what breed the guy was, but it was a nice mix, whatever it was. He had a wolfish face, yet, some obvious differences. Not to mention those claws, they were abnormally long, maybe a bit out of place, but that was all part of this guy's charm. The sabertooth shrugged, licking his lips playfully as he turned around to look at the crowd again, his elbows resting on the bar behind him.
When the other man spoke though, it was almost harsh. It didn't seem to faze the feline though, as he grinned cheekily over his shoulder. "Why wana tussle? I might like it to much!" He teased, sticking his chow-blue tongue out at the drunken man beside him. "C'mon don't get so angry, I was just interested is all. Who could deny someone who looks like they could take on the big boys and stand to tell about it the next day?" An almost evil smirk played across his muzzle, drawing his whiskers up and causing his nose to wrinkle slightly. A chuff that sounded almost like a heavy purr erupted from deep in his throat.
"Don't get me wrong, you're nice to look at, but I'd much rather see what's inside those tight jeans." What was the use of being shy about this kind of thing? The man was drunk, he was hot, and Oz was getting more interested by the moment. "Should I buy you a drink first?"
He held up a bill, waving it in the air in front of Rook's face. "Anything you'd like..."
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Post by Rook on Aug 18, 2009 1:09:09 GMT -5
Rook found himself staring into a pair of bright orange eyes winking like strobes of sunlight out of dunes of dusty fur, made only duskier in the dark atmosphere of Angelo's-- with all the multicolored beams it was hard to tell exactly what shade he was. He was young, much younger than Rook, athletic by the look of it and dressed in a way Rook wouldn't have believed someone could get away with and still look masculine, but the kid pulled it off. He supposed that weird spiky hair thing was in style nowadays, as were guys wearing ear-rings. It didn't look bad on him however- he was even...attractive, though Rook was uneasy with this knowledge- the fact that he had it at all. That he thought of it that way.
Rook almost couldn't believe this was happening to him- after awhile he had given up hope anyone would want him, that he'd be able to do this at all- and now this guy was interested? His head swam, and the light , as well as the curious way the room seemed to sway when he tried to concentrate made keeping eye contact difficult.
His advances made Rook nervous, even under all his inebriation. He wanted to leave now, it was too soon, it was too direct and too crude for him. Wasn't he the father of a beautiful girl? The proud apprentice overseer?
How could he ever do this?
How could he ever do this?
He was quiet for a minuite, and then looked up, words muttered, slightly slurred.
I wonder if they'd still kiss my hand at the damn charity balls if they knew. Wonder if killing is as bad as sodomy. Wonder if daddy is laughing in hell.
Can't hurt to find out.
"Better make it something strong, son"
That was all he said.
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Post by dargan on Aug 18, 2009 1:34:19 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
His muzzle parted with a raspy laugh, his fangs glinting in the flashes of light, and he turned back to face the bar, flagging the tender down and, waiting until he got close to where they were sitting and narrowing his eyes, motioning for the bear to come closer before whispering something. The bear looked a little surprised, as if no one had ordered what he was ordering in quite a long time. If this guy wanted something strong, Oz would give it to him!
The bear disappeared for a few moments, and Oz sat patiently, looking at Rook from the corner of his eye, his tail flicking back and forth. He seemed almost eager for this. He was, though, he hoped that the man didn't pass out from this.. It was illegal in most places, but he knew even with that, most places kept it in stock for use of small amounts in cocktails and mixed beverages, but most people didn't order it straight, they couldn't handle it.
The tender came back carrying a small shot of crystal clear liquid. It looked a lot like vodka, but the smell, the smell was clearly something different, something MUCH stronger. He sat it on the bar in front of Ozzy, but it was quickly moved as he slid it over to Rook. "Give that a go will ya?" His tone was mocking, but he knew that this wasn't to be taken very lightly. This stuff, it was crazy.
Lets just say for the sake of comparison, Rum or Vodka, pure out, only range from 40%–60% alcohol, where as Everclear, consists of 95%.
"Before you do though, I'm Ozzy.You can call me Oz, and uh, promise not to pass out on me."
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Post by Rook on Aug 18, 2009 1:46:56 GMT -5
Even though Rook's senses were now foggy at best, it was still second nature to him to take a deep sniff of things before drinking them- he could usually smell even the most undetectable poison, but this...
holy fuck Rook's eyes almost watered when he took a huge sniff of it, the stuff seemed about as palatable as bleach. All of his better judgement warned him against doing this- but thankfully- with that last grim thought as he gave into what he was doing- he had long ago said screw it.
He would do this, he would not back down, he would not be a coward and go home to his empty house again, jack off order take out and try to forget about it later.
The young man's mocking tone scratched at the surface of Rook's confidence, but he ignored it, taking a glance into tiger hybrid's orange eyes, giving a small helpless smile and then he took the shot, craning his neck backwards.
He closed his eyes, not wanting the other to see how badly they were tearing up now, what felt like liquid fire made it's way down his throat, and though Rook was an alchoholic of many years, his stomach flopped about, threatening to empty itself.
In a feverish rush he felt things begin to not only blur but melt,the old guy hadn't had something this strong in years. He leaned forward on the bar, as his stomach struggled to settle and his mind pulsated with the flashing colors.
He felt the weight of his thoughts not only supress, but slip right off like water off a duck's back. He was here, he knew that, he was Rook, he knew that.
That was the guy he wanted to do things with- he knew that. Everything else seemed to be lost in a very puffy white cloud in the center of his mind. He felt muscles relax, headaches vanish as he sat there for a few minuites.
He turned around, gray eyes meeting orange ones.
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Post by dargan on Aug 18, 2009 2:03:39 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
The feline watched intently, waiting for something, some sign that the man wasn't going to pass out, or puke, or lay there dazed forever. His head tilted as he reached out to place a hand on Rook's shoulder, but paused as he lifted his head again. "Good enough for ya? Wasn't to strong was it?" He asked, pulling his hand back and taking a good look around the bar.
Ozzy felt a little bad for the guy, he'd just slipped him a pretty potent cure for most any thoughts that racked one's brain, not to mention inhibitions about doing things one wouldn't normally do. Oh well, he did ask for something strong.
The tender had already taken the money, and had returned with Oz's change, clanking it down on the counter with a curious look, then seemed to shrug it off as he walked back down to the other end of the bar, taking the order of a female zebra, and her two cheetah playmates.
Oz's gaze returned to the older man, and raised a brow before speaking. "Uh... You got a name or do I just call you sexy all night?" A hand lifted to the canine mix's face, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from his eyes.
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Post by Rook on Aug 18, 2009 2:14:14 GMT -5
"Your bein' cheesy" Rook heard himself say, his drawl seeming to be more prominent now. But who cared? It wasn't as if he was ashamed of being from the Ea'Luz, no sah!
"Cute or annoying, 's, hard to tell".
He had trouble articulating these words, so he decided to speak a little slower, everything else was moving slow now anyway, he might as well follow suit.
He did not flinch when he felt a large paw brush his cheek, paying less attention now to the bar and more attention to the temperature. It was hot in here- he realized, despite how cold it was outside. Must've been all the warm bodies.
Shaking himself a bit, suddenly wishing he hadn't worn this black sweater, his pelt sweating a little underneath he moved closer to the tiger, unceremoniously throwing an arm around the young man's enourmous broad shoulder, claws grasping at his shirt a little as he balanced himself.
"'s...call me Rook, or sah-Rook to ya, kitten...woah".
He blinked and rubbed his eyes with his other hand.
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Post by dargan on Aug 18, 2009 2:33:51 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
He laughed a little. As weird as it was, he liked those cheesy little lines, they seemed to work, no matter how annoying, er, cute it was.
He felt claws at his back, and struggled a little, wrapping his arm around Rook to help him balance. "Rook it is then." He paused. He'd never been called kitten before, it was cute, and that southern drawl, where was that coming from suddenly so thick? A huge grin pulled at Oz's muzzle as he wrapped his footpaws around the legs of Rook's stool and began to pull it, and him, closer and almost directly in his lap. "I think maybe we should get out of here, its crowded and noisy.. We should go some place a little more privet. What do you think?" He asked, breathing into Rook's ear with a hushed tone. Besides, they'd both had more than enough to drink... At least he himself was coherent enough to get where he wanted to go without falling on his ass.
The buzz from his own drink still played tricks with his head, spinning the room in opposite directions every time his head tilted even the slightest. It wasn't bad, but it was enough that he'd noticed.
His arms wrapped tightly around Rook's stomach, hands finding their way across his stomach. All in all, he had a very light touch, surprising for someone his size. If one was to be sensitive, they could even find it rather ticklish. Then again, most of the guys he'd known had found that quite a turn on.
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Post by Rook on Aug 18, 2009 3:19:41 GMT -5
"Privet..Private y'mean....." said Rook contemplatively in muttered tones, allowing himself to be pulled in close enough to feel the heat off the tiger hybrid's fur in his claws, which were almost completely switched off now, but still glowing faintly, with what little use he had for them in this state of mind, he felt as though he'd spent a lot of time in the sun.
He found his claws grasp at the tiger's hand, the patterns of stripes on the dusty light-bleached fur seemed to almost swirl. Rook almost didn't know who this was- his name wouldn't have stuck even if he had repeated it multiple times. It was a kitten, it was a lark, how could any of it ever matter?
"Bit forward if y' ashk me. Aren't you goin' 't ashk me to dance firsht, kitten"? he responded in a slurred drawal making as if to get up only to almost lose his balance and fall back as the tiger had him in his grasp and the wolverine stiffened against his touch, a lopsided smile playing on his lips.
"Have it your way, kitten, don't....don't y' let me fall now".
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Post by dargan on Aug 18, 2009 3:38:30 GMT -5
O Z Z Y In a world beyond controlling
Are you going to deny the savior
In front of your eyes
Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night[/size] [/CENTER][/sub]
Orange eyes narrowed and he nosed Rook's ear "If you insist." He growled, remarking to the correction in his speech, then laughed and held tighter as Rook tried to get up to go to the dance floor. Oh sure, dance when you probably cant even walk straight. Ozzy shook his head and laughed, hooking his arm under Rook's and bracing his side with the other as he stood up, pushing his stool back and helping the older man to his feet, taking another quick look around for an exit, or door, or.....
A thought struck him, and he turned to walk towards the bathrooms. It wouldn't be like they were they only ones in there, but who gave a shit, they'd be locked in their own little stall where no one could barge in on them and break them up no matter how loud they became. Anyway, it wasn't like they'd be the first to do it, that is, if this guy didn't zonk on him first.
"Come on then, I got ya, you aint gunna fall." he said softly, close enough to Rook's ear for him to hear perfectly well, while smiling at the furs who began to stare at them. Most didn't notice, but the ones who did probably just thought he was helping the poor drunk to the bathroom to puke. That's what it would look like to anyone who hadn't heard the conversation leading up to this point at least.
Oz pushed open the door, holding it with one shoulder and slipping past it, letting it close behind him, then moving on to one of the sinks, grabbing a few paper towels, soaking them in cold water, and heading towards one of the stalls and kicking open the door. Luckily there wasn't anyone in it, and the loud crash made him jump a little, finding a chip of paint flaked off and onto the floor. "Fuck.." He muttered, helping Rook into the stall and leaning him against the wall while he closed the door, locking it.
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