Are Bartedners yummy?

Oh, Lucian hoped so. For nearly week, he had kept himself on the straight and low. He didn't do anyone. He didn't even as much try to touch lately. But sadly, towards the home stretch, things always tended to get rocky. He was craving. So far he had kept the urges down that night, but it was hard. So many people in dim lighting, sweaty and gyrating.

He wanted.

But was denied for a greater cause.

Luce pulled himself out of the crowds, smoothing his hands over the just-for-him, nicely fitting, black slacks. They were riding low and peeking, showing one of his lately interests. As a masochist, needles can be nice. He had sweeping, thin vines with thorns crawling down his hip and dipping beneath his pants in no man's land.

Th ebody carrying the pants also carried a shirt (oh, a surprise!). It was just a simple navy blue, button up. Except it was only buttoned up two-thirds of the way, allowing a peak at the silver chain and his scar. Being that it was night and this place didn't have the best of lighting, he felt it was fine to do without the bandages for a few hours.

Anyways, his blue-hued eyes slid over the polished mahogony bar, following the people that came to visit for drinks. That was a good idea.

Long fingers stretched out on the waxed surface as he leaned forward to tilt the blonde whisps out of his spectacles and eyes behind them, "Can I get a Midori Splice?" He had been people watching his time at the bar until now and he finally flicked his eyes forward.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but... this particular bartender might be considered yummy.

Blue, black and red hair spilled over pink eyes, and thick-rimmed, black sunglasses were perched on the end of his slightly pointed nose. Under this light his eyes looked pink, but with the strobe lights looked like they were flashing red every so often.

Uriel was wearing a leather sort of turtleneck that covered his neck and the scars on it, but ended at the end of his ribcage, and the material only went so far as to cover some of his shoulders.

He was wearing a sort of leather bracelet, too, but it was a lot more like a belt than a bracelet. It was thick, and had the metal piece, and the small holes for notches in which you use to tighten or loosen it.

He was leaning over the bar counter, tired from working two hours in this hot, sweaty club... and he hadn't had his drugs. Tonight brought a lot of customers... and I wonder why most of them were female.

"Midori Splice it is."

He told him the price, got a Collins glass, began building the ingredients over ice, and then floated it over fresh cream afterwards. He then slid the drink back to Lucian, looking vaguely distracted.

Lucian, being as tall as he was, was able to easily lean over the counter. He pulled out a bill that covered his drink and more, slipping it inside Uriel's pants a little bit. Withdrawing, he brushed his fingers along the hip bone before he straightened up with a slight smile. He decided since the bar tender looked distracted, he'd take advantage.

Luce thanked everything that the bet didn't cover any kind of touching aside from sex.

"You look a little out of place.." His lips formed the words, but they came out a little hazy in a whisper. Oh, delicious looking neck.

With a slight raised eyebrow, Uriel took the money and slipped it somewhere. It looked like he hadn't even moved it, and where it went, nobody knows.

"Do I?" The words were coated with sarcasm, like the cream over Lucian's drink. His voice was smooth and only slightly deep... and.. unfortunately for him, it attracted unwanted attention.

And he turned, to tend to a female customer.

"You do." Unwanted attention like Lucian's? You bet your pretty little bottom.

He followed as he moved away, eyeing him up, "It looks like you're in need." He, as a demon, could tell this was a halfling and something was up and bugging him. What? He didn't know. But he'd find out. "Maybe you should try this drug that's been around a long time.." He drawled, ironically close to what's bugging him, yet oh so far, "I'd be happy to screw you."

Oh gee, what tact.

Uriel slid the martini the woman asked for back to her, and then slunk back away from the counter.

Oh, drugs... how nasty, Lucian, for mentioning his obsession for those health-killers. But he meant sex. He shook his head, placing abnormally pale, abnormall cold fingers on the bar counter.

"Look kid, I'm working."

Lucian's eyebrows suddenly shot up and he sobered. Well, into seriousness. He obviously wasn't drunk shown by his untouched drink.

"Kid?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "You're sorely mistaken. I thought you, of all people, would notice." Maybe he held too high a candle to this man? An Innie club, yet he still called him a kid. Oiy. He had no grey hairs! He was very young!

"And despite working, you can still talk."

Lucian looked like a kid, therefore was stuck with that title. Uriel called anyone a kid he felt like calling a kid, anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered.

"Would you prefer I call you an old man?" He asked, very tempted to start rubbing his temples because a dull throb was starting in his head, finally..

"Sorry, man, but I'm just so tired.."

Lucky that Lucian had to vocalize anything he wanted done by magic or poor Uriel might be sporting a head of grey hair. He took old man as good as anyone in denial would. He gripped the counter with unhuman strength, nearly crushing the wood underneath his hands. But he reminded himself he got himself into it so he should cool down.

And thankfully, he did. Funny little temper he has there.

"Why are you so tired?" He leaned forward, examing him, "Being what you are, it's odd."

"Because.." Was it just him, or was Lucian steering away customers? Uriel was a bit too spaced out at this time to notice, and even as he leaned up against the bar counter he swayed back and forth, capable of making the healthiests of persons sick to their stomach, or at least a little dizzy.

"Just am... this place makes me so dizzy. Anemia can kill me sometimes."

Funny how he was having a conversation with someone on the job.

Lucian was just that sexy that he scared away the customers.

"Oh?" His eyebrows shot up, "Anemic?" This was interesting, but he didn't quite believe the boy. He reached over, taking a hold of Uriel by his shoulder, "You should take a break." Before he would fall over and crack his head off of something. <3 Plus, Lucian could take so much advantage.

"Please.." Uriel eyed him carefully, but he wasn't about to be rude. His general niceness spread into all of the areas of his personality. "I'm serious..." He slouched forward just a little bit. Of course he'd love to take a break... he just couldn't.

Gods, hw could use a break... and a person to snuggle.

Lucian attempted a disarming smile, "No tricks up my sleeve. You can check it if you wanted." That was a lie. If you took it literally of course.

Pushing his glasses up so nothing could break their contact, he stared at Uriel eye to eye. "You need a break." He motioned vaguely to how he was slumped, "Can't anyone cover for you?" And to add to his point, he looked around himself a little, "It isn't like any customers are coming to you right now anyways."

His eyes glowed red in this light, and he squinted, looking down at the counter before looking back at Lucian's face. "I... guess I could do that."

He sighed as he contemplated the idea, tracing a finger idly on the bar counter.

"You're right.."

It's not like he could deny a break, in any case.

"You need the break." Oh yes, Lucian was always right <3.

He stood up straight, tilting his head to the side, "Maybe some fresh air out back might help you. I can always stay outside with you to make sure nothing in here decides to follow you and jump you." Because he is jump-worthy. Even though he'd protect him from others, could he protest Uriel from himself?

"Yeah, you're right. Fresh air'll probably be good for me."

He tried to straighten himself, but his horrible posture protested and instead he slumped a bit, pushing up against the counter for support and to stand correctly. He waved a hand, and then called a woman over to take his shift for now while he went to take a break.

Lucian happily followed the man and (sorry Arc, I took liberty on this~) when Uriel moved out from the bar to go outside, Lucian snuck an arm around his waist to support the ever wavering halfling, "It'll be faster this way."

And indeed, it was. <3 And so much more enjoyable for Lucian.

"Mm, I bet." Not that Uriel was trying to come onto Lucian... no, he was just this forward with anyone, and didn't see anything wrong with it. It wasn't as if he had a million one night stands, though... he was just nice, and didn't think anyone would take advantage of that. It's a wonder he hasn't been raped yet.

"It's so fuckin' hard to stand, like, all the time."

Lucian raised an eyebrow. This boy was so child-like that it was unreal. Maybe that's how this generation was going to turn out to be. Tenderly, he moved him towards a wall to support him better (Since Lucian was too lazy to stand up on his own).

"Is it? Why?" Luce just found it so weird that a partial demon was so tired. While thinking about it, he slipped another arm around him, almost in a brotherly way. Oddly enough, somewhere in that weird heart of his, he felt bad that Uriel was so down.

"Mm, I already told you, didn't I?" He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. "Or did I? I have a tendency to forget things like that."

He reached into the pocket of his black jeans, that looked almost like leather so didn't appear to look tacky with the shirt he had on.

"No, I believe you left out the reason." Anemic? Lucian would believe that when someone told him that he was a virgin.

He leaned against the wall beside him, looking over at Uriel, "Shame you seem to have had such a trouble." He reached out, trailing his fingertips glide down the side of his face, "A waste of time for a being like you. Things should have been easy." All that rambling was more to himself than to Uriel as he looked him over.

"Anemic, among other things. I need my drugs, man.."

He fished out a lighter and some cigarettes from his pocket, and placed the cigarette between his lips, letting it dangle there. He sighed inwardly as he lit it, pocketing the lighter again.

"Don't know... 's always been like this."

"Drugs?" Now this was new. And odd. Such a being had an addicition that mortals fell to, but a being like him? Now that's just weird. Lucian leaned forward, glancing at him, running his eyes up and down Uriel's body. He was so.. So faulty. So human. So vulnerable.

Gently easing over, Lucian, unable to bear holding back any longer, lightly pressed his lips against his neck while a hand held him at the elbow.

"Yeah, man..." Funny thing is, Uriel didn't have any problem admitting he had an addiction. He liked to give in to being more human... so he looked and felt like he actually belonged, or something of the such.

"Mm, what're you doing?" He asked, dropping the cigarette to the ground.

"Ah, fuck.."

"I think you know what I'm doing." He couldn't help it. He was too much. He was just about perfect. So perfect that he didn't mind one bit when he began to nip a trail down his neck til he could go no further because of the high collar. Though, that didn't stop his free hand from exploring the exposed stomach.

"Drop your cigarette?" He thought about it, lips ghosting over the skin, "I can stop a minute if you want to pick it up."

"Nah, it's not worth shit now." And, with his boot, he smothered it into the ground.

"Just, look man.. I.." he paused, blinking. He didn't know what to say. "I can't do this here. I gotta get back to work, and.. fuck, I don't even know your name."

"Get back to work? you haven't been out for even two minutes yet." He thought about things now with a raised eyebrow, but that didn't stop his lips from working their magic on his neck. "I'm not that much different from you. At least, you're part of what I am." So why not trust a fellow demon? "And my name is Lucian by the way."

"What're... you saying?" He asked, perhaps a little confused. "I'm... I'm a half-breed, and you're..." he let the question hang, but it was there. It was 'and you're a...what?'

"...Lucian..?

"A demon." He filled in an easy-breezy way.

He straightened up to his full height, looking down at Uriel, "Yes? Something you want to ask or tell me?" Oh, Uriel, darling, you're so adorable. Lucian just wants to gobble your scrumptous self all up.

He winced. "Succubus?" With Lucian... well, Uriel was just assuming, or guessing, rather. He didn't know, although it'd completely make sense, what with Lucians perverted behavior. But Uriel didn't know that.

He stuffed his hand in his pocket, looking down at the smothered ashes of the cigarette.

"No, nothing..." suddenly, he had a strange urge to just curl up and fall asleep, "just have trouble with pronunciation, is all."

Uriel's so innocent, it's hard not to hug him until his eyes pop out.

Lucian sighed, shaking his head, "No. I'm just your regular demon. No Succubus." Uriel was making it hard for him to do anything. He kept flicking on and off on the idea about him. His innocent, true innocence, started to make him feel bad that he was going after him but yet again, it was the very thing that goaded him on.

"You're so difficult." Lucian sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh, mm, 'kay." He looked back over at Lucian, smiling a little. "'Cause it'd suck if you were. Uh, literally." Just because he's innocent doesn't mean he can't have those kind of thoughts, you know.

Uriel sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "'M Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Lucian studied Uriel's face carefully, "I'm surprised no one has tried to catch you before." Obviously, the way he reacted, no one came along and tried to snatch him up for themselves. "Word of the wise, be a little more careful." He decided he'd help him. For now.

"Catch me?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, you must be kidding." Uriel yawned, now stretching his arms out (after removing his hands from his pockets) like a kitty cat.

"Should I? Be more careful, I mean?" He cocked his head to the side, grinning a bit more, quite lazily.

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm being honest." For once. "And yes, catch you. Because when you do things like that," Lucian motioned to the body in front of him, stretching like a cat so innocently, "Unconsciously it's sending the 'Do me' vibe." At least it is to Lucian. And he's pretty sure there's perverts like him out there.

"Mm, okay." He said with a gentle sigh, letting his arms down now, and get stuffed into the pockets yet another time, bring his pants down a little lower so that part of the tattoo on his hip was visible.

"It's too bad people are so stupid these days."

"Stupid?" His eyebrows shot up as he eyed up the tattoo, but none the less, he was still responding, "What do you mean by that?"

(Sorryyyyy, short~!)

"I don't know. Like, obsessed with things such as sex..." He shrugged, slipping down the brick wall until he was sitting on the sidewalk. "But what do I know? I'm probably just as stupid."

...Ouch. That was a kisser to the cheek. "I could understand their point though. Sex is good." Lucian decided sitting was good after Uriel moved so he settled himself down by the halfling. "It's a thing that keeps some going. For instance, a succubus."

"I guess, if you needed it to live, but..." he cringed a little bit and closed his eyes, resting his head on his knee. "Well, I really don't know. It's like with any other thing... we've all got addictions of some sort, right?"

He shook his head a little, and lifted it back up so it rested on the brick wall again instead. His eyes had opened somewhere in that process, as well.

"I think it's just opinion. Like, some people would view drug addiction as stupid, too."