Celebratory Intoxication

[Daemon]

(Hehe.. Mausee has given me permission to powerplay with her character for this post! ;D

Calling: Mausee!)

"Well, you have to get drunk with me! The time when vampires are being murdered is obviously the perfect time to get drunk. We have to celebrate the stupidity of vampires, you know."

I wheedled, pouting slightly as I stared at Mausee. I mean, really. A almost religious fanatic order running around has always been the perfect opportunity to get drunk. I nodded, then poked Mausee on the arm. "Please? You know you what to!" I grinned, half wondering if I would have to resort to force. "You have to help me figure out how to get my machine gun, Henry, into Disneyland!" I bounced about, doing my best to imitate cheerfulness, when all I really felt was a burning desire to get drunk now. Mausee didn't even bat an eyelash, so I huffed before putting my hands on my hips. "Come on, chicka. You don't want me to drag you there, do you? You wouldn't deny a princess, would you?" I wiggled my eyebrows and flounced over, snickering to myself at my wacked out joke.

"You just brought it upon yourself." I informed my friend before grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the comfy little room in the Rose Clansite and through the network of similarly comfy caves and out into the dark. I hummed to myself and tugged her down the path, not letting go until we made our way into the outskirts of the city. Mausee protested, but I've always been stronger than her, so I situated her in front of me and gave her a shove. "Walk, Mausee my dear. You know where the pub is, after all! You've dragged my drunken self out of there more times than I can count." Chuckling to myself, I followed Mausee until we found our way into the noisy din of the pub. I bounced over to the bar after forcing Mausee to claim us a booth before coming back with a few beers.

I dumped one in front of Mausee, then slid into the booth across the table from my clan leader. "Drink up, my friend. We must celebrate the demise of our race properly." I nodded, forcing myself to look serious. I raised my glass to hers, toasting with a "To stupidity and Disneyland!" before starting to drown my nonexistent sorrows in my pint of beer.

[M a u s o l é e]

I stared, and then I sighed. He really wanted me to go with him? Why the hell would I do that? Though somewhere, down deep in my gut, way down there, I felt that nagging feeling of loss. Yes, I had already known my battle had been lost the second it started. If he really wanted this, all he had to do was drag me there, and as much as I tried, I knew, I knew horribly, that I would be useless to his... Ness. So I just sighed, protesting - although I knew it was a feeble attempt - as he dragged me by the wrist to the stupid pub. I growled, eventually I tried stomping on his foot, biting him, and clawing his eyes out. Of course, none of these seemed to work, as I find myself feminine, and my body just isn't built to be very strong. So of course, he won.

I sighed as I sat down on the booth's, well, booth. I didn't think chair was a fitting term. It protested under me, but I ignored it. Maybe it'd break? Maybe then I could take a chance to leave this filthy, horrible, incompetent place where filthy, stupid, horrid beasts known as humans came. I hate humans, oh I hate them so... My nails tapped gently on the table, not wanting to ruin it, despite my hatred for the place I was at. Though my thoughts were broken as I stared at the glass, though none the less raised it to his. I wouldn't drink it, it was horrid, it smelled terrible - even worse than humans, though I must say their blood does have a nice tinge to it's scent - and well, I quite frankly didn't want to get hungover, or make a mockery of myself; everything I was very sure Daemon would do tonight.

"I hate you sometimes." I told him flatly, staring at the liquid inside of the glass, and wondering how the hell he could drink it down. But then again, it wasn't my problem if he put on beer weight, got a pot belly, and started smelling putrid. Nope, not my fault, nor my problem. "And for starters, you're not a princess." I shook my head, trying to block the scent of the filthy, vile, lint-infested glass. It didn't seem drinkable, and was indeed very questionable. Perhaps that was why it worked so well. Perhaps, since you were drunk, you didn't care to think what was in it, or how it was made, or even why you were drinking something so terrible. But then again, I'm not alcoholic, and nor am I male.

"I can think of many better, far less filthy ways to celebrate the demise of the race. Like perhaps aiding it?" I offered, contemplating dumping the drink over Daemon's head. "So many different, better ways than wasting yourself..."

[Daemon]

I glared at her for a moment, then spoke. "Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a F**kin' princess!" I scowled at her for a moment, unsurprised that she had started on her tirade about how beer is horrible. "I protest! Getting wasted is wonderful. It's fun, though it isn't healthy... However, doing the can can on the table in your cousin's bikini and prada has got to be one of the worst cons, but alcohol just tastes so good!" I grinned at her for a minute, then winced as I realized what I just said. "Don't ask me about that last con, it wasn't my fault." I muttered into my beer, shuddering. It wasn't a happy memory. Shrugging to myself, I drowned the rest of my pint, then speculatively eyed Mausee's.

She didn't look like she was going to even touch it, so I grabbed it and started sipping at it. I raised an eyebrow thoughtfully at her, and started talking again. "So, any ideas about smuggling Henry the Machine Gun into Disneyland?" I considered for a moment, and tapped my chin. "Or should I go for California Adventure?" I grinned, and swallowed another mouthful of beer.

"I don't get why you don't like alcohol, Mausee. Maybe I should have you try one of those girly fruity drinks.. A cosmopolitan, maybe?" I considered, stroking my invisible beard as I 'thought'. Mausee's never really liked me, actually. She thinks I'm just a joker, or perhaps a fool. Well, I can't change myself, to say the least. If I ever told her I liked her in a non platonic way, she'd either raise an eyebrow and snort or bust a gut laughing. Neither was a pleasant thought, really. So I stopped thinking about it, instead opting to drown my now apparent sorrow in Mausee's beer.

[M a u s o l é e]

I sighed, again. "Daemon, you're not a F**king princess." I mumbled, quite liking that word. In fact, I think it was my favorite, but then again, whatever. I didn't really care, in fact, I didn't really care for language at all. It just got bad, then worse, then horrible. Just like humans. Just like beer. I think I've made my point, though I could use a little bit more rambling to settle my mind. I tapped my fingers - in which the nails were delicately filed into small points - on the table. It wasn't like I did it for effect, no, I did it for a weapon. Hey, people stare if you walk around with a sword, so why not have ten smaller ones? They do cut, too, pretty easily as well - so I don't worry about too much. Not like a human has anything on me.

"You danced around... in a bikini?" For once, it wasn't exactly disgust. Don't get me wrong, that feeling was in there, but it was more curiosity and contemplation than anything else. Now that my drink had been taken savagely away from me, I couldn't dump it over his head, so I had to think of something. Something to keep over his head, like blackmail. I don't think he's too affected by blackmail, but it was worth a shot, right? So I played innocent, or at least as innocent as I could without looking suspicious. I tilted my head to the side and made a not-so-happy face. "Why the hell did you do the can-can... In a bikini? Do I want to know? Urgh." I groaned as my mind conjured up some very unfortunate images on my behalf.

"What's next? Purple sunscreen? Vomit? Pool parties gone bad?" I asked, rather hoping I hadn't sparked something, and that none of the above had actually happened. Though somewhere, deep down, in my gut, I had a feeling at least one of them had. I shook my head, contemplating what he had said afterwards. A machine gun, that was named - nonetheless - being smuggled into Disneyland? Nearly impossible, I presume, though I'd assume the outcome to be fruitful, perhaps. Interesting, if anything. Fat women screaming and running, trying to save their pathetic spawn. Yup, I could see it now... And in fact, I nearly smirked at the thought of it, though I caught myself and the facial expression was soon stopped.

"You'd never get... Henry," I paused, nearly spitting out the name, "into Disneyland. It's impossible."

[Daemon]

My eyes burned as I stared at her for a moment, caught up in my painful memories of a time long ago. Her name had been Divine, and everything Mausee had named, amazingly enough, had happened. She probably knew, and wanted to rub it in my face. Standing abruptly, I looked down at her. "Purple sunscreen is so last year." I grabbed my mug, and made my way over to the bar to slouch on one of the stools. I drained the mug, and even though I knew I was going to have a really full bladder, I glared at the bartender until he noticed me and signaled for another pint. The man raised an eyebrow at me, and I was unable to help myself: I growled.

He gave me my beer.

Divine is a lot like Mausee, I think. Or at least the outcome with them will probably be pretty much the same, though I don't think Mausee will end up bleeding on the bathroom floor. Or maybe she will. Or, if I go insane, she'll end up dead in my trademark position: sitting on the toilet looking like she's taking a crap. I've always liked leaving victims like that in their houses. Newspapers have called me some pretty perverted stuff cause of that, though.

I gulped down some of my beer, and resumed looking down at the counter. Some of the cracks in the wood are actually pretty- one of them looks like a zebra. My head swam, and I rested my forehead against the cold wood.

I like getting wasted.

[M a u s o l é e]

I watched him carefully before I actually remembered why I said those things. I think he told me something, a long time ago, but I'd learned through other sources. I knew it hurt him, so I suppose that was why I said it. Even to those I consider "close" to me, I still can be horrible to them. Not that I really care, of course, we're all filthy, vile things that need pain. It reminds you that you're alive, or in our case, damned. Though I didn't know it'd take such an affect on him, and I watched as he got up, remarking about the sunscreen. I probably shouldn't have gone so far, but you know, I didn't think. That's fine though, I have all the time in the world to think of other things. Though by now, at least two pairs of eyes were rested on me, I knew that. And I glared at one of the people staring at me, which quickly caused them to turn.

I got up, sighing. Sighing is generally my choice action, because everything on this filthy planet is so god damn depressing! It was a wonder I hadn't found a way to kill myself. Shaking my head, I walked over to the bar, seating myself on the stool next to Daemon (and consequently shoving a drunken idiot off of it), though he seemed to think about attacking me, he didn't, and just staggered off somewhere. I stared at him for a moment, perhaps a small, teasthingy of sympathy - no! Not even that much - shone in my eyes, though it was quickly turned down by the idea of manipulation. I like to manipulate, and I'm very good at it. I continued staring at him for a moment, trying to chose my words carefully, though not for the same purpose as before.

"You miss her, don't you?" I asked him, though my voice didn't relay the sympathy that anybody else who'd have asked the question would have used. Instead it was flat, almost accusing. "You should have kept a better eye on her, then." That was why it had sounded like it had. It was probably his fault she wound up dead, and I was going to make him feel horrible for it. Every little ounce of him would feel regret, and I'd make sure of it. He'd liked her, and so I was going to make his life a living hell. And I'm very good at it, too. "It's your fault she lost her head, isn't it?" I grinned, very sadistically if you'd ask me. Hell, anybody who could insult and torture somebody they considered a friend, without mockery or jest, had to be sadistic. Or insane. I wasn't the latter.

By now the bartender was staring at me, though I didn't really care. He was the only one who bothered listening, I didn't know if Daemon would. Though I'd be persistant, would I not? I leaned my head forward, trying to get a look at his face. "And that other one did it, too. The other one, did you like her too? Quite the player you were. She must have gotten jealous or something, eh? Or maybe she just wanted to hurt you." Of course she did, either him or Divine, but that wasn't my purpose. I was aiming toward him hating himself, or me. I didn't know which'd come first, but I was aiming at it.

I'm a wonderful friend.

[Daemon]

I turned to look at Mausee, smirking. The same thing that makes me love Mausee makes me hate her. I glanced sideways at the bartender, who was obviously listening before taking a sip of my beer. I stared pointedly at the guy for a while before he turned away and went to serve someone else. Still smirking, I turned to Mausee. "Why do you trust me so much, Duckling? Don't you realize that I am perfectly capable of lying myself black in the face?" I smiled, and took another sip from my mug, before turning to her again, this time with a serious look on my face. Leaning forward, I spoke into her ear. "Don't you realize that I could have killed Divine just as easily? You've seen my knives." I laughed, a dark cold laugh, and smirked at her over my glass of beer.

Taking another sip, I looked at her, my gaze serious, though a smirk still played at my lips. "It was easy, you know. Divine trusted me so. She went with me when I told her I wanted to tell her something private. Divine never knew much about me, she always wanted to know more. She followed me. You know the rest, don't you? Pulling out a hatchet, cornering her, the screams and the smack as her head hit the floor. You know what else? The vampires there didn't care. They were quite used to what I spent my time doing."

I laughed again, and took another sip of my beer. "Then again, maybe Analise did kill Divine. Maybe Analise was jealous because I hated her and I loved Divine. You'll never know, will you?" I smirked, then leaned forward again to whisper in her ear. "Maybe Analise will kill you. Or maybe I will." Smirking, I stood up and tossed a tip on the counter next to my empty mug and strode to the bathroom.

The thought of killing Divine made me want to puke. But the prospect of messing with Mausee was worth it.

[M a u s o l é e]

"I'm not a F**king duckling!" I screeched at him, probably a little louder than I should have. Daemon and his stupid nicknames, I swear one day I'll just snap and hurt him so bad he'll wish he was dead. But what he said after that made me twitch. I didn't trust him that much, did I? I mean sure, I was more comfortable around him than any one of the filthy things that inhabit this dust-ball, but then again... What he had just said made me feel uneasy, incapable of taking control. It felt like he was over me, and I did not like that. I didn't like it one bit. I stared at him, unsure of what expression was on my face - or which one should be, at least. I stared, not feeling anything. A creepy numb set over me, and it quickly began to grow as I listened to him more.

He was talking about Divine, about killing her. That... He wouldn't do that, would he? I started feeling that helpless feeling again, where I was low, in submission. And I hated it. I hated it with such a passion, I nearly lunged at him. Though fear - yes, fear - kept me in place. I can't exactly remember the last time I was scared of something. Perhaps a long, very long time ago. Though the fact that something - this, in fact - just came up, was starting to bother me. And for now, I didn't know if I could trust him - hell, I wouldn't trust him! He blew that one right there. Which meant that everything he was saying could - and probably was, a lie. But he wouldn't kill Divine. He loved her, that was obvious from what he'd just felt. But was that a lie too? I hate the world.

I felt a growl break loose from my throat as he started talking about Analise killing Divine. Could he not make up his F**king mind? I let the growl grow as he started talking about her supposedly being jealous because he loved Divine, so that she'd killed her. And then the little idiot had the idea to threaten me with the idea of Analise killing me too. That F**king idiot! I growled louder as he went toward the bathroom, and by now the whole bar was staring at me. Of course, me being me, I threw myself off of the stool and stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched into horribly tight balls, that my palms started bleeding from my nails. "What the F**k are you people looking at you filthy worms!" I growled at them. Some of them (the ones that weren't so drunk) started cowering, and the others looked at me defiantly, as if they were drunk enough to beat me. Pfft...

Though I waited a few seconds until I was sure Daemon wasn't doing... anything. Hey, he went into a bathroom, I didn't have plans on catching anything at a bad moment. I took the time afterwards to stomp over to the men's bathroom, reguardless of the gender-prohibitations, and I threw open the door, accompanied by hoops from the bar. Of course I ignored them, knowing exactly what I was going to do.

"You god damned F**king idiot!" I screamed into the bathroom, walking in as calmly as my current state of mind would allow me. I felt bad for anybody who'd been in there while I was. "What the hell do you think you're F**king doing!?" I pondered about what exactly I was going to say, since profanities didn't cover the whole language, of course. So my mind drifted back to the threat about Analise, which my brain hadn't comprehended so well. 'Maybe Analise was jealous because I hated her and loved Divine... Maybe Analise will kill you.' Flashed in my mind, if only for a second. Wait a minute here...

[Daemon]

I retched, then stumbled into the stall, knocking the door open as I scrambled to get my mouth in position over the toilet seat before I barfed. I managed, but it was a close call. I heard Mausee screaming behind me, and even as I ralphed, I had to roll my eyes. Like I would ever kill Divine. She stormed in after me, and I rose shakily, turning as I wiped some puke off the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Right then, I think I was puking." I told her, watching with amusement as all the other people in the bathroom fled from Mausee's wrath. I smiled at her as I made my way over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with water, wondering when she would figure it out. Shrugging to myself, I watched as diluted puke spiraled down the drain. I stood up and washed my hands, drying them on a paper towel while I watched Mausee. She would probably never trust me again. Or maybe in a couple hundred years.

"Mausee," I said gently as I turned to her and away from the trashcan. "I don't kill those that I love. I kill those that I eat." Smirking, I put my hands on my hips and spoke again. "Don't you know I love to mess with people's minds?" I shook my head, and pushed past her in the direction of the exit to the bathroom. "Don't guilt trip me, Mausee." Sighing to myself, I made my way to the bar, knowing well that all eyes were on me.

"I'll have a beer." I muttered as I slid onto a stool, wanting something to wash away the taste of barf. The bartender shook his head and laughed.

"That was something nasty you said to her. Stupid of you, it looked like you really liked her." I glared up at the man, but accepted my beer without further protest.

I hate insightful bartenders.

[M a u s o l é e]

I just growled more, although I think I was satisfied by the fact that the people who had occupied the bathroom had now left. I seem to have that effect on people. Though I ignored Daemon's, well, aparent situation, and just waited as calmly - mind you, it wasn't very calm at all - as I could. He started talking, however, and that just sparked something. Though instead of replying to him, I watched as he left toward the bar, and I was left standing alone, in a stupid bathroom. "Ah well this is interesting," I mumbled as my anger started subsiding very slowly. It's not a thorough process, and it's very delicate, too. One small step, even a hair out of line, can make me relapse into the hell we like to call my wrath.

"Filthy humans." I mumbled in response to myself, though I wasn't talking to myself, no. Instead I offered the emptiness a chuckle that could have offended it's own silence. Shaking my head, I walked slowly toward the door, placing my hand against the metal intended to push it open. Sighing, I took a breath and opened the door, quite ready for what was awaiting me. It seemed the second the air of the bar hit me, all my anger that had slowly started dawdling off was now coming back to me, like a car crash - sudden and powerful. Hands clenched into fists again, forcing my palm into bleeding once more. Though I ignored it as I flashed the contents of the bar a glare, heading for the door.

I didn't need to be here, of course not. I didn't need to talk to Daemon ever again, nope. Who the hell cared if I did? I was above him in ranking, I was. That meant I didn't need him, or anybody. That was how it had been before I met him, though I made the only exception to my brother... Daemon had been the only other exception, but now I do believe that was rather crushed. I wasn't hurt, no, I was angry. I needed to go vent, and I didn't need a barfight. So instead I made my way to the pub's door, my hair blowing behind me ever so slightly in my rushed, angered steps. I didn't need any of them, no. I was just fine on my own - it's better that way. Turns out, everything in this world is incompetent.

With that thought in mind, I left.