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Post by begad on May 26, 2016 23:30:01 GMT
Ormen gave a small smile to the newcomer. "Of course, if you tell me what you eat and drink. That's a decent costume - what exactly are you supposed to be, eh?"
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 26, 2016 23:38:33 GMT
"Dragon, sir." Ivershka replied. "Any drink is fine, but I prefer something alcoholic. As for a snack, do you have any," Souls is what he would've said if it weren't for the women nearby. It's also what he would've said if he wasn't just checking out the convention.
So instead, he said "Chicken" smoothly, but with a bit of mumble near the end. Was that guilt he felt for making a more "acceptable" answer? "It's the closest to what I eat every week." The dragon man continued.
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Post by 1ring42 on May 27, 2016 0:01:18 GMT
Artemis shrugged at Shura's question. "Hard to say exactly but most of the 'monsters' seem stoked for it." She took another pull of her iced tea as another monster showed up.
"Yeah could be some kinda raffle? I mean I got a number too." She "guessed". In reality she knew all too well what the numbers were for, and it was making her more agitated as she saw more of the monsters. Her therapist had told her to avoid conventions, but she had to come here. God she wanted another drink.
She shook her head again. No. She had to stay strong. Artemis forced herself to look over at the dragon. " Yeah that's pretty elaborate. "
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Post by begad on May 27, 2016 0:09:52 GMT
Ormen returned with more of the whiskey for Ivershka, and a plate of chicken wings as well. "Well, a raffle sounds like a good time. I should see if I can get in myself, though I'd like to know the prize," laughed Ormen. "But I'm feeling a little silly not dressing all up now."
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Post by sansuki on May 27, 2016 0:38:33 GMT
TeresaAround then, the basketball player edged towards the bar, less sitting on than perching on a chair and meekly waiting to be recognized, trying to keep her distance from the crowd as best she can. The tall blonde's got an old, much-abused grey hoodie on with a faded giraffe on one side- it'd been an jokey gift from one of her teammates to the college's tallest (but not best) player when she'd gotten there, and four years later Teresa still treated it as a mainstay of her so-called wardrobe in defiance of her nickname. Her hands began fidgeting unconsciously with a coaster, bending it a little forward and back- when recognized, the tall woman says softly, "Could I have some lemonade, please?" She also was not stupid enough to drink in a place like this among strangers. Looking down the bar almost furtively, she doesn't seem particularly perturbed by the costumes on display so far.
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Post by begad on May 27, 2016 1:12:18 GMT
Ormen left the others to talk with the dragon and turned to the newest customer - at the very least, business was going good here it seemed. He poured out a lemonade, garnishing it with a bit of the lemon, and putting it, chilled, in front of Teresa. "There you go - can I get you anything else?"
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 27, 2016 1:18:28 GMT
"Thank you very much." Ivershka pulled the plate of chicken wings towards him. The dragon man opened his mouth, about to take a sip until he heard the slight squeak of a chair.
He perked his head up to see the source of the sound.
Oh no. The tall, lanky woman that just took a seat didn't look like she was armed.
Then he heard her request for lemonade. At least she wasn't stupid. The dragon man sheltered the plate with his armored, bladed arms and buried his face in his arm so others wouldn't see his shameful display. If it weren't for the plate, his predatory urges would fire like crazy.
Ivershka curled his tongue around some of the chicken wings and dragged them into his mouth. Only the most astute of listeners would have heard the sound of saliva rubbing against the plate. He carefully "chewed" his samples before shunting them to the back of his throat and swallowing them down.
But he winced, visibly. It hurt so much to swallow something that wasn't alive. His throat was powerful, but there were times where it was too powerful. At least his body wasn't bending his mind in five different directions.
"Not dressing all up now?" Ivershka held his head, still recovering from the self-inflicted pain. "So what are you this time around?"
(( The odd moment with the chicken wings is up for anyone to notice/ignore. It's also of note that Ivershka can't actually chew due to his teeth. ))
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Post by begad on May 27, 2016 1:28:18 GMT
"Oh, I'm not in any costume contest. Can't be, too busy working here," laughed Ormen. "Maybe next year. Phew, you must have been really hungry. Want me to keep the beer and chicken coming, buddy?"
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 27, 2016 4:06:29 GMT
Ivershka chugged the beer that the naga gave him and lazily gave a thumbs up. "That'd be greatly appreciate-hic-" He swallowed down that last wing a little too fast. "Anything to make sure my judgment's still sound before the main event."
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Post by begad on May 27, 2016 6:09:08 GMT
"Whatever you say," chuckled Ormen, serving up another set of beer and wings to Ivershka. "As long as you can pay for all this of course. Inwardly, Ormen was rather annoyed at how blatant this dragon... person was being. Where was the fun in all this if the surprise was ruined too early? And he had been having such a nice chat with that Shura woman too...
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Post by 1ring42 on May 27, 2016 10:59:39 GMT
Artemis caught the odd moment with the chicken wings out of the corner of her eye. I'll have to keep an eye on that one. She thought to herself as a hand subconsciously drifted towards one of the many weapons on her person.
She stopped it just in time before finishing her Arnold Palmer. "I'd like a refill, and what else do you have for snacks." She fought to keep herself calm, especially when the "dragon" she had pegged for an actual monster spoke about the main event with such anticipation.
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Post by sansuki on May 27, 2016 13:39:22 GMT
Teresa begins drinking the lemonade fairly rapidly, not nursing it along at all. Politely but a bit remotely, "No thank you, that will be all," when the bartender asks. The odd behavior and words of the others at the bar get a few uncertain looks, but she figured it was simply one of those subcultural things. Already wondering what she was going to do while her friends plunged into the convention, Teresa turned in her seat to stare at the main part of the hall.
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Post by begad on May 27, 2016 14:12:34 GMT
Ormen noticed how twitchy Artemis was. Great, just what I thought. He handed over another non-alcoholic drink to Artemis, smiling and trying to distract her from the dragon nearby.
"Well, we have plenty," he said, leaning on his bar. "I have peanuts, pretzels, chips, candies, all that sort of stuff here, and the kitchen can whip up wings or nachos or the like." He gestured over at the chalk menu. "Take your pick."
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Post by midnightlapis on May 27, 2016 14:16:32 GMT
Shura wasn't going to lie to herself - she automatically went a bit on edge upon seeing the dragon. But it was really just that, an instinctive response.
'Closest to what he eats every week'? A feeling of disgust began to well up inside. Shura kept flip-flopping between being a judgmental ass and reminding herself to stay open-minded.
"A raffle?" she murmured after signaling for a refill. She reached into her pocket, feeling the slip of paper she'd picked up before that had a number scribbled on it.
Her judgmental side was starting to win over. She shot a 'you thinking what I'm thinking' look at Artemis, hoping she had picked up on this as well.
"On second thought, I'll just have water." At this rate she could end up drinking herself into a vulnerable stupor, and that would practically be suicide.
Hearing a noise she wasn't exactly familiar with, Shura allowed herself to glance over at the dragon, and had to force herself to remain stoic. Who the hell ate like that?
At the very least, she felt a bit more at ease when another woman approached the bar. Much like herself, she was dressed plainly. Well, more casually than Shura, at least; she gave her halter top and jeans a brief once-over. At least she knew she wouldn't be participating in the costume contest.
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 27, 2016 14:43:43 GMT
Who the hell ate like that?
The answer was no one, not nothing. And he hated that.
What Ivershka hated even more than the dehumanizing look Shura gave him was the fact that chickens were considered things by most. It's true that if one rubbed human hands very fast, they did smell like chicken.
It's not like he had a choice, anyway. Two shots meant for monster people, an intrinsic need for human in his system, and a seemingly defenseless woman added up to a recipe for lack of control.
Yet, it made him happy that Shura and Artemis were judging him as the monster he tried not to be. Him being treated like a thing was better than two people treated like objects.
He eyed the second plate that Ormen passed to him out of the corner of his eye, slid it over to himself, and tried eating in secrecy again.
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