Merriment
Posted: 17 Dec 2017, 09:09
Merry
"At least we can get wasted." Felix slurred into his glass, inhaling the whiskey before he took a mouthful and finding it tasted like nothing, just an empty weight in his mouth and sliding down his throat. Merry
Merry
felt for him, the spirit that clung to his body, unable to move on was stuck with a vampire who could digest food, who had a weakness to alcohol and other substances but could not taste it. For Felix it was a nightmare, the flicker of hope he'd felt only leading to greater disappointment at the miserable discovery. So there he sat, sinking drinks alone in a quiet dive bar on a Sunday night because why not? Merry had agreed that going out might be good, to observe and perhaps even attempt to socialise but it had turned into a one person pity party, two souls in one body sharing their miseries as they sank deeper into the drunken hole they were digging.
Topher Carpent
The bar was quiet but not too quiet; there were still those who liked to get drunk on Sundays. They'd come out for Sunday happy hour and though most would go home ready for the work week ahead, some stayed out. Recklessly, because they didn't care about their jobs or their future selves, and others because they had no jobs to go to. Topher was the latter. He'd had a job. He'd lost said job. Franky was pissed, obviously -- it was the last job he'd ever try to get Topher, if Topher couldn't respect what was given to him. Topher was already mostly drunk; he and a couple of friends were gathered in a booth, playing drinking games. They needed another round of shots, and Topher was up. He sauntered to the bar, trying not to look completely sloshed. He pushed a wad of cash over to the bartender, more than was required. "Tequila! Six shots, please," he said. "No! Make it ten," he said. There was a generous tip. It was the last of his money for the week.
Merry
The drink was empty, another glass sent back towards the bartender as a man appeared to sway beside him, requesting six shots. Then ten. Shots sounded good, that was something that both Merry and Felix seemed to agree on in that moment, though it was quite clear from the posture and mannerisms that Felix was taking the lead tonight. Vampirism was a *****, so was basically possessing your own body back for brief periods of time only to discover it just wasn't quite the same. "Shots sound good." He said aloud, perking up slightly, fishing out his own money and swatting at the hand of the stranger. "Make it thirteen, and i'm paying." Three shots, one for Felix, one for Merry and one for everything lost. It seemed fitting. Felix shoved the bills towards the bartender who took them, looking only vaguely unimpressed but not enough to argue with the drunken men. A cursory glance was spared sideways, blue eyes latching onto blonde hair and a cute face.
Topher Carpent
Topher hadn't noticed the other face at the bar until his attention was forced toward it. He was the kind of drunk that had his teeth feeling numb, and he was quite happy to shove the money back in his pocket and let the stranger pay. The friends at the table behind him were left to their own devices. Topher may as well have ordered those ten shots for himself. "Shots.... are ******* fantastic," he repeated, grinning at the guy beside him. "But it's sad if you drink them alone," he nodded, slurred, sagely. He slid onto the stool and offered a hand. "Topher..."
Merry
Felix took the hand, using it as something to ground him, to feel his connection to his own body by gripping onto another's. Merry was relinquishing control, the alcohol sending her spiraling and these competing spirits oddly united by the liquor so that neither was entirely sure where one ended and the other began. A name, they had two names. "Felix Sharpe." Came out first, it was a full name, it made more sense with the male face than Meredith would. "But people call me Merry sometimes. Long story." The accent was soft Texan, low and drawling, the mouth lazy with liquor and the laidback nature of Felix. "Drinking alone is a ******* tragedy." He agreed, just as the shots began to be pushed towards them along with a half empty salt shaker and a pile of roughly chopped lemon wedges. Felix released the warm hand, because he'd let his cooler palm linger there a little too long, those work roughened fingers sliding around a shot glass instead.
Topher Carpent
The coolness of the other palm should have registered, but it didn't. Topher was aware of vampires, knew that there was a chance he would run into them, that he'd interacted with them before. In his current intoxicated state, he didn't even think about it. "Merry?" he asked. Long story, the other had said. But Topher still asked. "Is it because you're so Merry? Are you a Christmas elf? No... no I'm sorry. That's..." he laughed. No. Was that insulting? He couldn't tell. "You don't look very Merry tonight..." he said. His own drawl was similar to Felix's, though lacking the Texan twist. His was Oklahoma made. He followed the other's suit and grabbed one of the shots. He shook the salt onto his hand, first, before offering it to Felix.
Merry
The man snorted, a sort of half-amused laugh that could have turned into something more given the right fuel. Merry was tempted to give a more appropriate answer, but was soothed by Felix's insistence that he had this and that no insult was meant. Not that Merry felt terribly protective of her name, she liked Felix's better if she thought on it. "Darlin', i'll be merrier after a couple of shots then **** **** who knows, maybe i'll jingle my bells." This was accompanied by a wink, and acceptance of the salt. A small amount was shaken onto the side of the hand that held his shot, mouth lowering, tongue sweeping it up before his lips wrapped around the glass. He tipped it back as his head lifted, one smooth, swift movement that said he'd done it too many times before. The dexterous twist of glass in fingertips and artful slamming of it to the bartop once it was emptied confirmed as much, a piece of lemon collected and taken between lips that were a naturally rosy hue, the kind of lips that looked better settled into the natural pout rather than the pursed expression he'd worn most of the nature. His heavy brow had been furrowed, but the lines of his face seemed to relax, his posture to open up with company.
Topher Carpent
Topher licked his own hand; the salt from the shaker was joined by the salt of his own sweat, the own dirt and muck of the outside world. He'd showered before he came out and it was cold outside, but in the bar it was warm. And alcohol only warmed him up some more. The shot was downed, lemon retrieved and sucked. And he didn't stop there. More salt, another shot, more lemon. He was on a roll -- and was probably going to drink all his friend's drinks. The wink was accepted and considered, the blonde amused, wondering. "I am sure that your bells sound absolutely delightful, darlin'," he responded, nudging another shot in Felix's direction. "Want to share what's got those bells so silent?"
Merry
He laughed, louder and brighter, rumbling up in his chest as if it had surprised him and coming out sharper than the previous version. Good, someone who could play along and give it back. Thank god for that, nothing worse than drinking with a bore. Felix took the shot in hand, going through the motions to catch up and swallow his second. Topher wanted to know what was up, this stranger wanted him to spill but he had no idea how. Not a clue, and Merry was absolutely no help. Her grasp of the language had vastly improved, but still her meanings got mixed up and she found herself fumbling over conversations and growing flustered. "It is complicated." They settled on, staring down into another shot, considering it. "And what's got you so jolly, Topher? You're positively jingling." Came the follow-up tease, tongue flicking over a lower lip, chasing a stray piece of lemon pulp to take it back into his mouth. More salt dispensed, the action slower, more deliberate as he sucked it from his skin and sank the shot, watching his drinking companion for answer.
Topher Carpent
"Why not, friend?" Topher replied. Indeed, the blonde was a bit too jolly for his own good. He had no interest in anything, no passion to set him alight. No passion except for a good time, though that couldn't really be called a 'passion'. It wasn't something that could help a person grow or develop. Sure, Topher had had his hurdles like most ordinary people; he'd suffered heartbreak but had inevitably got over it. But his parents were still alive, his brother was still alive, he had friends and for the moment, he had cash in his pocket. He had a roof over his head. He had a lot more than plenty of people in this world, so why complain? Why want for more? "Nothing specific, man. Just...glorious life," he said, raising another shot so he could down it. Now, he was practically buzzing.
Merry
The good vibes were almost infectious, and whatever it was Merry and Felix were looking to catch it. Things had been rough, a few months of confusion and discomfort, of loss and longing had them both floundering, trying to figure out their place in the world. Things could be worse, of course they could but for all intents and purposes Felix was dead. He was a ghost, a haunt, clinging to his body because whatever else came after was too scary and he was sharing it with the unwilling thief. He even LIKED the body snatcher, and she liked him in turn. They'd grown to care about what happened to the other, and now they were drowning sorrows together. They wanted to have fun, to enjoy the life given back to them and Felix had been preaching it but tonight it had been his turn to give into the fear and sadness. Having the happy drunk Topher beside them brought hope, and so they smiled, snatching up another shot and bringing up the total. They'd buy more if he wanted, or needed, not like they weren't already thoroughly tanked. "Glorious life..." Was repeated, "Yeah, **** it. Life is great, however you gotta cling to it." He looked around, spotting the people in the booth, one of them glancing his way with curiousity. "Oh... Hey, am I keeping you from your friends?"
Topher Carpent
The guy had been sitting there, alone at the bar looking absolutely miserable. Topher didn't know whether he'd actually cured the stranger of his misery or whether the stranger had just shoved it aside for the time being. Whatever the case, Topher accepted the good cheer and didn't push the topic. "Live fast, die young. Isn't that what they say?" Topher said as he glanced over at the booth and his friends. They were still having a good time without him. "Yeah..." he responded, then shrugged. "They'll get by," he said with a grin. "...unless you want to come over and meet them...?" he asked. Ol' Felix looked like he needed a good crew.
Merry
Merry would normally err on the side of caution. These were humans, and she hadn't been good with people even before her turning let alone now that she was other, that she was a vampire and Felix along for the ride. That was the thing though, Felix was along for the ride and he was a social creature, the kind of guy who could make himself at home anywhere and do it with a smile. People liked Felix in a way that Merry had never felt liked, because it was often so easy with him. He made it easy to like him. "We'll need more shots." Came the answer, the vampire moving to feet that were steadier than expected, requesting a tray from the bartender and another round of shots for the table. The look shot was more dubious this time, judging the sobriety with a closer eye but eventually the handful of notes extracted clumsily from a wallet won them over. Felix had worked hard, he owned a house and had cash to spare for a night or two of binge drinking... Or five if he damned well pleased and Merry was willing. Merry, who hadn't thought to drink or eat, who hadn't tried to partake of anything but the necessary blood until Felix came into her life. Now the shots were being piled onto a tray, and his smile was positively devilish. Tonight they would have fun.
Topher Carpent
A shout of merriment erupted as the two men returned to the booth with the shots carried precariously on their tray. Almost as soon as they were deposited on the table they were taken up, the salt shaker passed around the group even as Topher made the introductions. First, a curvaceous woman with tight black curls, olive skin, and plump lips. "Carla..." he said, and she gave a coy wave. Next to her, a wiry individual with a shock of brown hair -- it had been brushed, but could not be controlled. He almost looked bird-like. "Steve," and, next to Steve, a guy who looked like the star of the hockey team. Jet black hair, deep brown eyes and teeth that gleamed. "Ray," and, Ray's arm was draped over a cute, freckled little red-head, her cardigan hand-knitted and stylish glassed set upon her nose. "Lexie, and Franky," he said, gesturing finally to his housemate. Franky, originally from the Philippines. "Everyone -- meet my new friend Felix! Sometimes called Merry," he concluding, sliding into the booth and inviting Felix to follow.
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"At least we can get wasted." Felix slurred into his glass, inhaling the whiskey before he took a mouthful and finding it tasted like nothing, just an empty weight in his mouth and sliding down his throat. Merry
Merry
felt for him, the spirit that clung to his body, unable to move on was stuck with a vampire who could digest food, who had a weakness to alcohol and other substances but could not taste it. For Felix it was a nightmare, the flicker of hope he'd felt only leading to greater disappointment at the miserable discovery. So there he sat, sinking drinks alone in a quiet dive bar on a Sunday night because why not? Merry had agreed that going out might be good, to observe and perhaps even attempt to socialise but it had turned into a one person pity party, two souls in one body sharing their miseries as they sank deeper into the drunken hole they were digging.
Topher Carpent
The bar was quiet but not too quiet; there were still those who liked to get drunk on Sundays. They'd come out for Sunday happy hour and though most would go home ready for the work week ahead, some stayed out. Recklessly, because they didn't care about their jobs or their future selves, and others because they had no jobs to go to. Topher was the latter. He'd had a job. He'd lost said job. Franky was pissed, obviously -- it was the last job he'd ever try to get Topher, if Topher couldn't respect what was given to him. Topher was already mostly drunk; he and a couple of friends were gathered in a booth, playing drinking games. They needed another round of shots, and Topher was up. He sauntered to the bar, trying not to look completely sloshed. He pushed a wad of cash over to the bartender, more than was required. "Tequila! Six shots, please," he said. "No! Make it ten," he said. There was a generous tip. It was the last of his money for the week.
Merry
The drink was empty, another glass sent back towards the bartender as a man appeared to sway beside him, requesting six shots. Then ten. Shots sounded good, that was something that both Merry and Felix seemed to agree on in that moment, though it was quite clear from the posture and mannerisms that Felix was taking the lead tonight. Vampirism was a *****, so was basically possessing your own body back for brief periods of time only to discover it just wasn't quite the same. "Shots sound good." He said aloud, perking up slightly, fishing out his own money and swatting at the hand of the stranger. "Make it thirteen, and i'm paying." Three shots, one for Felix, one for Merry and one for everything lost. It seemed fitting. Felix shoved the bills towards the bartender who took them, looking only vaguely unimpressed but not enough to argue with the drunken men. A cursory glance was spared sideways, blue eyes latching onto blonde hair and a cute face.
Topher Carpent
Topher hadn't noticed the other face at the bar until his attention was forced toward it. He was the kind of drunk that had his teeth feeling numb, and he was quite happy to shove the money back in his pocket and let the stranger pay. The friends at the table behind him were left to their own devices. Topher may as well have ordered those ten shots for himself. "Shots.... are ******* fantastic," he repeated, grinning at the guy beside him. "But it's sad if you drink them alone," he nodded, slurred, sagely. He slid onto the stool and offered a hand. "Topher..."
Merry
Felix took the hand, using it as something to ground him, to feel his connection to his own body by gripping onto another's. Merry was relinquishing control, the alcohol sending her spiraling and these competing spirits oddly united by the liquor so that neither was entirely sure where one ended and the other began. A name, they had two names. "Felix Sharpe." Came out first, it was a full name, it made more sense with the male face than Meredith would. "But people call me Merry sometimes. Long story." The accent was soft Texan, low and drawling, the mouth lazy with liquor and the laidback nature of Felix. "Drinking alone is a ******* tragedy." He agreed, just as the shots began to be pushed towards them along with a half empty salt shaker and a pile of roughly chopped lemon wedges. Felix released the warm hand, because he'd let his cooler palm linger there a little too long, those work roughened fingers sliding around a shot glass instead.
Topher Carpent
The coolness of the other palm should have registered, but it didn't. Topher was aware of vampires, knew that there was a chance he would run into them, that he'd interacted with them before. In his current intoxicated state, he didn't even think about it. "Merry?" he asked. Long story, the other had said. But Topher still asked. "Is it because you're so Merry? Are you a Christmas elf? No... no I'm sorry. That's..." he laughed. No. Was that insulting? He couldn't tell. "You don't look very Merry tonight..." he said. His own drawl was similar to Felix's, though lacking the Texan twist. His was Oklahoma made. He followed the other's suit and grabbed one of the shots. He shook the salt onto his hand, first, before offering it to Felix.
Merry
The man snorted, a sort of half-amused laugh that could have turned into something more given the right fuel. Merry was tempted to give a more appropriate answer, but was soothed by Felix's insistence that he had this and that no insult was meant. Not that Merry felt terribly protective of her name, she liked Felix's better if she thought on it. "Darlin', i'll be merrier after a couple of shots then **** **** who knows, maybe i'll jingle my bells." This was accompanied by a wink, and acceptance of the salt. A small amount was shaken onto the side of the hand that held his shot, mouth lowering, tongue sweeping it up before his lips wrapped around the glass. He tipped it back as his head lifted, one smooth, swift movement that said he'd done it too many times before. The dexterous twist of glass in fingertips and artful slamming of it to the bartop once it was emptied confirmed as much, a piece of lemon collected and taken between lips that were a naturally rosy hue, the kind of lips that looked better settled into the natural pout rather than the pursed expression he'd worn most of the nature. His heavy brow had been furrowed, but the lines of his face seemed to relax, his posture to open up with company.
Topher Carpent
Topher licked his own hand; the salt from the shaker was joined by the salt of his own sweat, the own dirt and muck of the outside world. He'd showered before he came out and it was cold outside, but in the bar it was warm. And alcohol only warmed him up some more. The shot was downed, lemon retrieved and sucked. And he didn't stop there. More salt, another shot, more lemon. He was on a roll -- and was probably going to drink all his friend's drinks. The wink was accepted and considered, the blonde amused, wondering. "I am sure that your bells sound absolutely delightful, darlin'," he responded, nudging another shot in Felix's direction. "Want to share what's got those bells so silent?"
Merry
He laughed, louder and brighter, rumbling up in his chest as if it had surprised him and coming out sharper than the previous version. Good, someone who could play along and give it back. Thank god for that, nothing worse than drinking with a bore. Felix took the shot in hand, going through the motions to catch up and swallow his second. Topher wanted to know what was up, this stranger wanted him to spill but he had no idea how. Not a clue, and Merry was absolutely no help. Her grasp of the language had vastly improved, but still her meanings got mixed up and she found herself fumbling over conversations and growing flustered. "It is complicated." They settled on, staring down into another shot, considering it. "And what's got you so jolly, Topher? You're positively jingling." Came the follow-up tease, tongue flicking over a lower lip, chasing a stray piece of lemon pulp to take it back into his mouth. More salt dispensed, the action slower, more deliberate as he sucked it from his skin and sank the shot, watching his drinking companion for answer.
Topher Carpent
"Why not, friend?" Topher replied. Indeed, the blonde was a bit too jolly for his own good. He had no interest in anything, no passion to set him alight. No passion except for a good time, though that couldn't really be called a 'passion'. It wasn't something that could help a person grow or develop. Sure, Topher had had his hurdles like most ordinary people; he'd suffered heartbreak but had inevitably got over it. But his parents were still alive, his brother was still alive, he had friends and for the moment, he had cash in his pocket. He had a roof over his head. He had a lot more than plenty of people in this world, so why complain? Why want for more? "Nothing specific, man. Just...glorious life," he said, raising another shot so he could down it. Now, he was practically buzzing.
Merry
The good vibes were almost infectious, and whatever it was Merry and Felix were looking to catch it. Things had been rough, a few months of confusion and discomfort, of loss and longing had them both floundering, trying to figure out their place in the world. Things could be worse, of course they could but for all intents and purposes Felix was dead. He was a ghost, a haunt, clinging to his body because whatever else came after was too scary and he was sharing it with the unwilling thief. He even LIKED the body snatcher, and she liked him in turn. They'd grown to care about what happened to the other, and now they were drowning sorrows together. They wanted to have fun, to enjoy the life given back to them and Felix had been preaching it but tonight it had been his turn to give into the fear and sadness. Having the happy drunk Topher beside them brought hope, and so they smiled, snatching up another shot and bringing up the total. They'd buy more if he wanted, or needed, not like they weren't already thoroughly tanked. "Glorious life..." Was repeated, "Yeah, **** it. Life is great, however you gotta cling to it." He looked around, spotting the people in the booth, one of them glancing his way with curiousity. "Oh... Hey, am I keeping you from your friends?"
Topher Carpent
The guy had been sitting there, alone at the bar looking absolutely miserable. Topher didn't know whether he'd actually cured the stranger of his misery or whether the stranger had just shoved it aside for the time being. Whatever the case, Topher accepted the good cheer and didn't push the topic. "Live fast, die young. Isn't that what they say?" Topher said as he glanced over at the booth and his friends. They were still having a good time without him. "Yeah..." he responded, then shrugged. "They'll get by," he said with a grin. "...unless you want to come over and meet them...?" he asked. Ol' Felix looked like he needed a good crew.
Merry
Merry would normally err on the side of caution. These were humans, and she hadn't been good with people even before her turning let alone now that she was other, that she was a vampire and Felix along for the ride. That was the thing though, Felix was along for the ride and he was a social creature, the kind of guy who could make himself at home anywhere and do it with a smile. People liked Felix in a way that Merry had never felt liked, because it was often so easy with him. He made it easy to like him. "We'll need more shots." Came the answer, the vampire moving to feet that were steadier than expected, requesting a tray from the bartender and another round of shots for the table. The look shot was more dubious this time, judging the sobriety with a closer eye but eventually the handful of notes extracted clumsily from a wallet won them over. Felix had worked hard, he owned a house and had cash to spare for a night or two of binge drinking... Or five if he damned well pleased and Merry was willing. Merry, who hadn't thought to drink or eat, who hadn't tried to partake of anything but the necessary blood until Felix came into her life. Now the shots were being piled onto a tray, and his smile was positively devilish. Tonight they would have fun.
Topher Carpent
A shout of merriment erupted as the two men returned to the booth with the shots carried precariously on their tray. Almost as soon as they were deposited on the table they were taken up, the salt shaker passed around the group even as Topher made the introductions. First, a curvaceous woman with tight black curls, olive skin, and plump lips. "Carla..." he said, and she gave a coy wave. Next to her, a wiry individual with a shock of brown hair -- it had been brushed, but could not be controlled. He almost looked bird-like. "Steve," and, next to Steve, a guy who looked like the star of the hockey team. Jet black hair, deep brown eyes and teeth that gleamed. "Ray," and, Ray's arm was draped over a cute, freckled little red-head, her cardigan hand-knitted and stylish glassed set upon her nose. "Lexie, and Franky," he said, gesturing finally to his housemate. Franky, originally from the Philippines. "Everyone -- meet my new friend Felix! Sometimes called Merry," he concluding, sliding into the booth and inviting Felix to follow.
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This thread was submitted via a live roleplay chat in the Grey`s Saloon area. Participants and rewards were: Merry earned 2063 RPP. Topher Carpent earned 1477 RPP.