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[bartenderbitch]

[He's not that bad. Usually. It's just something he can do now without someone all up on his ass about it.

Unlocked door is an unlocked door and he's just chilling in a pretty plush looking chair that is absolutely something he found from who-knows-where at this point. At least he's dressed, little mercies? Eh.]

Now to what do I owe the pleasure, Sokie? [Already laying it on thick just to tease her.] Unless you asked me something during that port, I admittedly don't remember shit from it.

[weirdnecro]

Oh no, I haven't asked you anything during port.

I was busy with fetch quests, and grabbing so many things from New York.

As for why I'm here...

[She closed the door, before coming over and...

Moving to sit on his lap and lean against him.]

I'm just here for attention. Head pets would be quite nice.

[bartenderbitch]

Ugh, I did have to do something productive once down there but outside of that... [Too busy enjoying the thing he didn't get to experience when he was alive, it's fine.

A brow slowly raises as she closes the door, but he's instantly shifting once she sits in his lap to make it a little more comfortable for the both of them and give her more lap to sit on.]

Has it been that long? [It's only mostly a genuine question as he uses his free hand to lightly scrape her scalp with those claws.] Sorry for losin' track of time.

[weirdnecro]

I mean, liquor runs would be fun...

[And she did grab some stuff for the speakeasy too.

But she sighed, getting comfortable on his lap. And it was nice to get some skritches, especially with his claws.]

It's been a busy few months. And I felt a little awkward in asking for some attention.

[She shrugged.]

Especially since it wasn't for playtime.

[bartenderbitch]

Mm. The only positive part of the runs I did have to do, otherwise I was more busy with the whole... drugs and music thing. [He shrugs slowly, not that he ever looked like the type that would bother with that sort of shit, it's not exactly a secret that he'd be curious at bare minimum with who lives with him.

He's more than happy to keep the scritches up before setting the cigar down in an ashtray on a small table next to that chair in particular.]

Awkward about askin'? It's a breath of fresh air to be asked instead of just having it thrust on me. 'Sides, it'd be a rare as Hell thing from me to tell you no. If that helps any for next time. [Ah, he can at least understand the last part and he simply snorts.]

I also don't just separate people to only dealing with them when it involves something sexual, unfortunately I tend to get a little attached.

[weirdnecro]

Thats completely fair. You got a chance to relax that way. And I...

Stole so much cash and bought so many New York staples.

[She huffed a small laugh, leaning against him and enjoying the skritches.]

But...well, I guess it would be expected. Considering how you scratch me up, I call you master, and enjoy it when you tie me up...I'd say it's a good thing we're fond of each other.

I'm just a little flustered at admitting it. Not you, it's me. It was bad enough that I'm missing attention from Sebastian- which I do understand.

Not sexual attention, exactly. But attention attention.

[bartenderbitch]

One fuckin' loud city is the same as any other loud fuckin' city, if you ask me. Especially with the touristy shit... [Look, he was born and bred around Vegas, he doesn't get the point of tourist shit most of the time and it pisses him off at worst.

At least the skritches keep him from getting too annoyed about any of it and he's also just going to casually curl his tail around her waist.]

Mm, you wanna know a secret about all that shit? Or, well, not much of a secret, I guess. [He might as well since he doesn't have a reason to keep much close to his chest with her and especially while not in public right now.]

And you are not remotely the first person I've heard say they get flustered about that, either. Really does seem like I attract a certain type of person, all of you being so fuckin' weird about asking for affection of all damn things... [Sebastian...

Ah, right, that one.]

'Cause of his obnoxious-ass ward?

[weirdnecro]

I do love the delis there...I got so much pizza and cheesecake. I miss being in a tourist trap of a city. It's been too long that I've been in the city as my lucid self.

[She wrapped an arm around him, gently stroking his back, away from the wings.

She even rubs herself against him, at least the once. Very cat-like.]

Oh, that doesn't surprise me. I don't- well. Expect affection from anyone right out. But I enjoy it.

[She gently nuzzled his cheek, but she chuckled.]

What'd the young lord do to you?

[bartenderbitch]

I guess they got that going for them. [Don't remotely tell Angel he said any of that, he's sure that would cause a fight.] I grew up basically in fuckin' Las Vegas, I'm over it. [That probably explains enough.

A soft hint of a purr bubbles in the back of his throat, making sure to shift his wings to make sure they don't get in the way. At least one of them is cat-like as it's not him, but he does use his free hand to poke her forehead with a grin.] Which one of us is the fuckin' cat here?

And so far you're the only person that really gets any of that shit outta me, the whole thing, scratching and biting ain't really a surprising thing or out of the ordinary at least. [Hey, he'll give all the affection if asked, so she should use her words with him more often, maybe.

He freezes a little on the question, snorting.]

Nothin' outright, just something off about him and not terribly keen on being called a cat right off the bat.

[weirdnecro]

I didn't grow up in the cities. It is so novel for me still, after all these years.

[She laughs quietly.]

Neither? You're Husk, who happens to purr and be very attractive.

[So much for not flirting- as if she'd stop. Her hand continued to smooth over his back, keeping away from his wings. She didn't get permission, and she knows that can be...distracting.]

I might...start asking for that then. For softer things- and not just the harder things. Though I think you like it when I get cuddly after.

[She offered a gentle squeeze.]

Off like traumatized, or smells of demon?

[bartenderbitch]

Yeah, yeah, that's why I ain't fighting it.

[Excuse you, Sokie, that is not the answer he was expecting and it gets a huff out of him.] I still don't get that last part there, but with how many damn people keep saying it, I guess that's right. [Attractive? A fucking two-legged cat with wings? Nah, he doesn't get it.]

If you didn't get cuddly after I'd be concerned I went too fuckin' far. ... Ain't gonna say no if you did ask for those softer things, though, sometimes I get a creak in these old bones of mine. [That's only mostly a lie. He shifts a little into that squeeze at bare minimum.]

Both. Though I know why the demon smell since I ain't fuckin' stupid to not know Sebastian's a fucking demon at this point. [He does leave that there for a moment and shifts to spread one of his wings.]

You can touch 'em if you want or preen 'em or whatever the fuck it is. Been actually trying to use the damn things more recently so they aren't entirely useless.

[weirdnecro]

If it helps, I am someone who gets extremely attracted to minds and personality.

Though if you want to call me a monster fucker in that those who don't look entirely human flick my bic, that's not wrong.

...here. Mind if I straddle you properly so I can grind- I mean preen your wings?

[Don't mind her slip. Cough.]

Anyway- I came to you for that. It's stressful relief me and keeps my temper in check. I'd tell you if it was too much. I've done it before- on both sides. I even have a toy box in my cabin.

As for Ciel...well. You'd have to be in deep to have a bond with Sebastian. Even if he was totally fine with me experimenting on him.

Anyway. Wings?

[bartenderbitch]

The more all of you say that, the more I wonder if that name was actually accurate. [No, he is not elaborating on what any of that means.] Are demons in the same classification as monsters? [Hey, he's just being practical this time, at least.

Excuse you, he heard that.]

Of course you just mean preening. [He'll play along, for now, letting her have the room to properly straddle him if she really wants to. Not like he's stopping her.]

Just 'cause you say that doesn't mean it still wouldn't cause me some sort of worry. Whether alive or in Hell or whatever-the-fuck I'm gonna still be concerned if someone's stuck in a headspace or not. [The whole BDSM thing in general is not remotely his first rodeo, of course.] So let me fuckin' worry.

You gotta be some kind of desperate to make deals with demons if I know how that shit works. [The briefest of pauses and a soft snort after.] Not that contracts are all that much of a different thing, in hindsight, even if that's technically demon-to-demon bullshit.

[Right, his wings, that's a nicer topic. He'll even be so kind as to move it more in her grasp.]

[weirdnecro]

Eh, only on a technicality. I mean. It's more the non human thing that gets me.

[She moves, slowly so she can straddle him properly. She's not going to grind right off the bat- she's not that thirsty- but she is going to be gentle in gently preening his wings. It seems she's done it before, if a little rusty at it.

It makes her more careful and gentle.]

But yes yes, worry about me all you like. I know headspaces can be...something. Sometimes. You're just being a good master.

Speaking of...I'm going to try to help the kid out where I can. Learned helplessness won't help him.

And deals with demons- or anything- is always dangerous. He was likely in a bad spot.

Not to mention, he likely has stunted growth. Possibly from illness or stress or both.

They're likely both extremely bad for one another.

[bartenderbitch]

Mhmm.

[He sounds a little more amused with that, though he shifts his hands to place them on her hips instead, not that he's moved his tail or anything yet. A little slow with everything doesn't bother him, especially while his wings are being looked after. They aren't horrible given he's actually given in to having them preened by this point, but it's not like he ever deals with them himself.]

Hard to not be when you've seen horrible ones and sure the fuck don't wanna do that to someone.

It won't, but is he actually going to listen about it or just pretend he is and continue on like how he had? Not that I'm questionin' you or something, but sometimes that's how someone just wants to be. [Hilariously the only kind of royalty of any type he can say he's been around is fucking Lucifer and his daughter and he wouldn't remotely say either one of them are helpless by any stretch of the imagination.]

Wonder what caused him to make that deal, usually the shit demons would offer aren't... something that should be a problem for someone that seems as young as him. If I had to take a guess, though, bet it was something threatening him. [Only makes sense to him, especially when Sebastian, in his brief moments around him, is someone that gives off an energy of a demon not to be fucked with.]

Just be careful about it, I like to think I know a thing or two about demons and getting between one and their contracts is gonna get you aggression. ... Speakin' of, I don't recall, did I ever tell you about the shit before that prick put me on a leash?

[weirdnecro]

[She made a small noise and her hips rocked up against him. She offered a shaky little breath, embarrassed- and felt a little frisky too. Guess she was used to Husk's hands on her hips to indicate something else.]

I've seen it too. Been on that side myself.

But as for the kid...I know I can be blunt. But this isn't a quick fix, if at all. Just a nudge here, a touch here. Expanding his horizons.

Frankly I don't want Sebastian to murder me. He is nice now because it's fun for him. And we don't want him to lose his temper. The guy is barely holding on by the skin of his teeth.

By my guess, he's likely one of the best murderers on the Barge. And who wouldn't feel safe when the murderer is on your side?

But...no. You didn't.

[Her fingers were gentle still, as she recovered from her horny moment.]

Overlord, deals...deals for the soul I think it is. By my guess. That's something we role-play often, isn't it?

[bartenderbitch]

[He certainly doesn't blame her given that low laugh when she rocks against him, trailing one hand from her waist up her side instead. Nor is he really against the idea if she ends up wanting to take it that far.]

I know it ain't, but for someone to take any sort of advice they've gotta want to take it. Some shit about leading a horse to water but not being able to make it drink.

Wouldn't be the first damn time I've tangled with someone that's barely hanging onto sanity and could and would murder someone if given enough reason to. ... Fuck, same situation with not even being able to properly die if that happened. [Fuck him, why is he comparing anyone to Al and it actually being somewhat useful? Ugh, he hates it.]

Yeah... Basics of ending up a Sinner you learn real fucking quick. [Excuse him for a moment while he has to release her waist to grab that cigar to take a long pull from it and makes sure to blow it up out of the way.] Used to have my own turf when I was an Overlord, lots of gambling, booze, sex, that sorta shit you'd expect outta Hell. Most of the people working there I had some sort of contract with, whether it be for their soul or just your regular run-of-the-mill sort of job thing. How I dressed during the holiday shit and while working was how I was dressed all the damn time because who's gonna take the person in charge of it all seriously while looking like a fuckin' slob?

No one, that's who. But Sinners, we all got some sort of fucking problem or other. A lot of addictions, various kinds of issues, but most of us weren't exactly murderers when we were alive. Others, though... [He trails off for a moment, shrugging slowly.] Get someone keen enough on power to go huntin' down every goddamned Overlord and you're asking for trouble, especially when you're fuckin' stupid enough to let your weakness be seen.

[weirdnecro]

[She makes another noise, choking a bit as she rocks against him again. Slower, harder this time. She isn't against it but she is trying to have a conversation.]

Dammit Husk....

[She was trying to concentrate on the conversation, not get horny!]

I think- the problem is- Sebastian is sane. Ciel...uncertain. But easy to appease.

As for your New Years look, I liked it. And the Breach look.

But...hmm. It sounds like you were in a cutthroat situation, with a lot of people ready to slide the knife over your bones.

Figuratively and literally.

Which...sounds like happened to you. Someone I should torture if they decide to drop on by?

[She offers it so casually, even while she's all flushed from the grinding and friskness.

But then, she never claimed to be the most stable person either.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Hey, he's not doing anything other than keeping a hand on her.]

Mmm?~ I'm not doing anything so what're we damning me again for? [He's sure enjoying this, though.]

You think so? I... guess I shouldn't be as surprised about that as I am. Even Lucifer himself isn't a terrible person despite technically being a demon. [Technicalities.]

Evidently no matter what universal shit, I'm always gonna be gravitating to that sort of clothing when I need to look nice. Or want to.

[The slowest of shrugs, he does appreciate the offer, at bare minimum. Nor did he ever think her completely sane, either, none of them were.]

There's no way that fucker would be in a warden position and he's too goddamned self-centered to see anything about him is a problem to graduate to being a problem. So without being able to access his stupid fucking bullshit he could do back home...

Nah, ain't worth the time as he'd suffer enough with the lack of control.

[weirdnecro]

You know exactly what you're doing, you ass.

[She doesn't mean a word of it, even if her hands are flexing like she wants to grab a hold of him or something. But she's trying to take some deep breaths and stop her hips from moving.

For now.]

The thing thay I get with Sebastian is his desire is paramount to anything else. And right now? It's Ciel. Whatever is in that contract, it is currently his whole focus.

Everything, everyone else is secondary.

...I do like it when you dress up. Makes it more fun to see how far I'll have to go to take it off.

[Yup, horny rears up again, and she sighs at herself. She'd thought she had better control than this.

At least her fingers were on his feathers, not his shoulders.]

...nevermind that. If the chain jerker comes in, it'll just be...a bit of pettiness. A reminder that he is as helpless as the rest of us.

Or I can glitter bomb the hell out of him.

[Glitter, she has found, is very effective when it comes to being annoying.]

[bartenderbitch]

Not a single clue, totally innocent of all counts, officer. [That grin entirely and completely gives him away, oops. But he's not doing anything else to instead let her decide on if she wants to continue that or not.]

That's... even more fucking concerning than less concerning, you know.

Mm. I dressed like that every single goddamned day when I was an Overlord, you know. Never seemed to stop anyone who was real keen on getting to me, though. [Not that he's going to give her details unless she asks, of course, but he's sure she can take a few guesses.]

Actually glitter would be fuckin' hilarious given the asshole has furred ears too. Make sure whatever it is clashes with red. [He is absolutely here for this, it's fine, don't worry about it.]

Pretty easy to recognize him if he did come in, too. Tailored suit, covered in red, deer ears, and the most obnoxious forced smile in the history of anything ever. [It's just so good that most Sinners are easy to pick out of a crowd, honestly.]

[weirdnecro]

[She barks a laugh, shaking her head.]

Well, you ever want to put me in a uniform for fun...let me know.

[She considered. Bit her lip. And a huff, before her hands slid down to the small of his back to grind against him again, offering a shuddery little sigh. Control? What control. She can talk and enjoy foreplay at the same time!

...for now at least.]

The dressing was...well, just a way to show you were taking your title and abilities as Overlord seriously. Of course people would take someone having power as a challenge- or a quick way to rise.

...funny enough...[Give her a moment she's distracted,] The creepiest part? Is the smile. The deer stuff just sounds...cute.

I might have to make fun if he has deer hooves.

[bartenderbitch]

Bold of you to assume I had uniforms. [... Well, okay, he did, but still.

He can't help a soft bit of a snort as she makes her choice on this, the hand that had been on her waist sliding back down to press his claws against her. Not enough to remotely do any sort of damage, but he does enjoy at least the pressure of them.]

Guess that's what it was, hadn't worn anything like that since that whole fucking holiday business. Didn't really feel right to. Funny thing about it, though? Can't say I miss any of it.

[A small bit of a hum, he doesn't mind giving her a moment.] You ain't wrong about the smile part. We're all sharp teeth and his smile is... it ain't natural, guess that's why the stupid fucker does the radio shit.

[SOKIE, PLEASE.]

I wouldn't know, I'm not around him when he has his shoes off or anything?

[weirdnecro]

Husk? You absolutely had them, lets not lie.

And I bet I could pick some up downstairs, even if they're Earth uniforms.

[She has to take a few moments to tilt her head back, offering a deep sigh of pleasure. Oh...that felt good. Especially with that pressure helping her get right in the spot she wanted.]

M-m. Well. It takes...effort to dress up. I don't even do it normally- I just like the suits. It-it can take me a bit of incentive to get me into a dress these days.

[Though she's regretting it, a little, for other reasons. Ahem. She offered a huff of laughter, squirming against him.]

You think it's stitched on? Glasglow smile or a curse?

...I bet I could fill his shoes with glitter and we can find out.

Glitter...sand...bugs. All-all sorts of things.

[bartenderbitch]

Nothing particularly interesting about them, I promise you that.

[Ugh, she really does make it hard to focus on conversations, but he's glad he at least has pants on that are loose enough to where he's not entirely mad about this. Even if he's being good and not moving his own hips, just keeping his actions to this touch. He should probably finish his cigar at some point, but this is... more interesting, really.]

Aww, do you not want to look like a pretty little delicate thing? [His words could not be dripping with more sarcasm than they currently are with that. He sighs, faking being put out while he puts that cigar back down to free his hand to lightly tease claws against her throat.] Be easier to rip off like those fucking awful novels and porn, too.

Now that I can't tell you, but his "actual" demon form does having fuckin' stitching along the edges of his lips, so make of that what you will.

[He is so not purring, not at all.]

So many possibilities. I'm sure every single one of them would piss him off, too.