Jonas (darkcarnie_gar) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2012-01-31 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | gar, lilith |
Bet me
WHO: Gar and Lilith
WHERE: On the Midway
WHEN: Earlier Tuesday Evening
WHAT: A wager is made.
STATUS: Closed and Complete
It was a Wednesday night, and even though it was the middle of the week, and a bit chilly out, the Midway was fairly busy. This Carnival drew in crowds in almost any sort of weather or time of year. It was no Ringling Bros. and the customers knew it. Gar was in his booth, looking as stunningly handsome as an Angel should. Under the neon glow and lights of the midway, a glamour came over him that showed his previous incarnation, before the fall. Tan skin devoid of the garish marks, bottle green eyes, and a bright smile that could drop a pair of panties from twenty yards. He was standing in his booth, one booted foot up on the edge calling to the marks to come and try to bust balloons to win one of the stuffed animals on display. Of course, it was a long and expensive trade up from the one win micro plush to the Pussy Getting sized ones that encircled the booth. His booth was adorned in huge grey wolves than any guy or gal would want to take home. "Come on over buddy, win your girl a prize! I will give you two free darts. Come on over... No tricks here, just throw the darts. Hey sweetie... Come on over and win yourself something to cuddle tonight since your man isn't brave enough..." he said and make direct eye contact with the marks, trying to use his seductive aura to draw them over.
Lilith needed a break from her merch booth... probably her fifth for the day. She wasn't a slacker, she just got bored with stupid people asking stupid questions. She had no hope for humanity and she was honestly thinking that Hell didn't need those people. If she were to ever return she didn't want to have to spend eternity with those dull souls. Heaven could have them. But, on the other hand, it probably would make for some entertaining torture in whichever circle they were destined for.
She pushed all of that out of her mind as she strolled along the Midway, looking more like she had stepped off the set of a music video than out of a merch booth. Her blonde hair had a slight wave to it and her makeup was done to accentuate the blue of her eyes (although the shade had darkened considerably since Lilith had moved in). She wore jeans that looked almost painted on and a tank top that had previously been one of the tee shirts she had for sale, the neck hanging low to show the tattoo across her chest and he full sleeves. She had much more ink that was hidden beneath the clothes that only the very lucky got to see.
She saw a tall, dark and handsome man yelling out to people walking along and couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Do people actually fall for that?" she asked as she stepped closer.
Gar ignored the feminine voice while he was still trying to entice the couple over. The man managed to talk the girl out of it, and he let them go. Divide and conquer, he did better with groups of girls or single ones. When his marks were long gone and there was a break in the crowd, he turned toward Lilith, and picked up a hand full of the darts. With a wicked smile on his handsome face, he started to throw them at the ground near her feet. He was very skilled in his aim, and would come in under an inch from her feet with each shot. "We don't talk like that around talkers when they are working..." he said in a low, even tone. "We stick together, or you sidle up and try to guilt the man into playing for his woman..." he said and continued to toss darts into the dirt near her feet.
Lilith just watched the ground as the man threw darts at her feet, seeing one dart after the next plant itself in the dirt. She didn't budge. She looked up at him with a small, amused smirk and shook her head. "You ruin my Louboutins and you're buying me a new pair." She wasn't worried about a dart injuring her foot, only about a dart injuring the shoe. She stooped down and picked up the darts when he was done and handed them to him. "Guilt someone into playing a silly game just to appear chivalrous and win a silly teddy bear that she more than likely doesn't even really want? If she did want it, she would have played your game instead of relying on her boy toy to play and win."
Gar shrugged as she handed him back the darts. He set them down on the front of the booth and turned to refill the board with more balloons. Some he blew up nice and big, easy to pop, and others he didn't blow up as much to be a bit more resistant to the not quite fully sharp dart tips. "It's all about getting him feeling defensive of his masculinity, and making him think that sinking money into getting a stuffed animal will get him permission to sink the pink later." he said and then cast a glance around the immediate area, always on the lookout for marks, or trouble. Even though he was in a booth tonight, he would vault over it in a heartbeat and pummel the crap out of anyone that stepped out of line, or threatened any of the workers or talent.
"Who knew that popping balloons with darts could be such a turn on. I know I can't keep my hands off a man who's good with darts," Lilith said sarcastically. "Such fragile egos... A bottle of wine would get him laid just as easily as participating in the game." She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and hooked a thumb in the pocket of her jeans. "So, Mr. Dart-man. What's your name?"
Gar narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at her. He tried to figure out if she was playing a game or not. It was possible she did not recognize him in this guise. He was certainly much different, and more friendly when on the Midway. He would play along for now, and try to keep her in the dark as to his secret identity as long as possible. It could turn out to be fun. "Jonas" he said simply and then nodded at her. "Master of Darts, balloons, and strong beer." he said, then laid one arm over his waist and bowed politely to her. "May I ask who I have the distinct pleasure of meeting? I think I have seen you around, but I'm sure we've never spoken before. It's such a large carnival with so many shifts and tents, it's not surprising."
There was no game playing. She hadn't met him before so hadn't had the opportunity for formal introductions. "Strong beer, huh? I'm more of a liquor kind of girl." She gave him a once over before looking at his face and into his eyes, studying him. "I'll let you in on a secret, darling," she said with an innocent smile. "You can't lie to a liar." Names didn't really matter, anyway. All that mattered were actions. But, just to be courteous, she'd answer his question. "I'm Lilith."
Gar reached out his hand and shook hers in greeting. He would have loved to have plowed her up against the side of his booth, but he had Iza now, and he wasn't about to fuck that up. He was trying to return to the Angel of old, loyal, devoted, loving. "Lilith, that's a pretty name, that comes with a legend I've heard..." he said and left it at that.
"There's no denying that," Lilith said with a little grin. "So, are you being a responsible little game operator today, or can I tempt you with a drink? Break up the monotony of the day?" Always the devil on the shoulder and never the angel. She felt it was no fun to always be the good little minion. Sometimes you just had to throw up the "back in 5 minutes" sign and not return exactly when promised. Who was really going to know the difference? Most people didn't have the attention span long enough to wait five minutes for someone to return.
Gar rolled his eyes as he thought. This was a dangerous game. He would revert to this cursed form once off the Midway, and perhaps be seen for who he really way. Then, there was the fact that he was happily Iza's mate. Decisions, decisions. The eternal lust that coursed through his blood was running hot at the thought of a hot, quick and nasty fuck. It was a mystery which side of him would win out. "I don't drink, alcohol." he said with a shy smile, and cast a look around at the passing marks. Not seeing anything promising, he returned his attention to Lilith. "I'm a good man. I work, I close up the booth, go back to my trailer, jerk off and go to bed." he said quietly, and as matter of factly as he could.
Lilith watched a few guys walk past before glancing back at Jonas when he spoke. "That's a shame. The life of a good man sounds rather dull, honestly. I'm glad I'm not a good man." She smirked and gave a slight shrug before tossing her hair back over her shoulder and letting her eyes wander back to the guys she'd been checking out just a moment before. They looked like frat guys out for a night of fun, maybe checking out the freakshow. They'd be too easy. Just a smile and a wink and she'd have them under her thumb.
"Oh... I stray once in a while." he grinned at her, and the grin showed a slight devious bit of promise in it. He knew how to be loyal and divine, but he also knew how to be carnal and profane. "I just have to be careful around this carnival. I've been schooled that all is far from what it seems, and that simple, average men like me are in the minority." he said then gave her a wink. "I don't want to end up on the menu, if you catch my hint." he said then glanced at his watch, and then back at the crowd wandering by. "All lookers, no shoppers tonight. I guess we have to hope payday Friday is better." he muttered.
"This carnival definitely is home to some interesting little critters, for sure." Lilith turned her attention back to the man again, studying his face once more. There was something in his eyes that intrigued her. "You're anything but average. Average is boring." The comment about not wanting to end up on the menu reminded her of lyrics of a song one of her past acquaintances had been obsessed with. I'm not a vampire but I feel like one. Sometimes I sleep all day because I hate the sunlight. Great. Now that was going to be in her head for the rest of the night. "That's too bad. You can man my booth and see if you have any better luck trying to convince people to buy shirts and other useless shit. I can take over for you and we can see if our switch up works any better. Consider it an experiment. See who'll be more successful; the pretty face or the great tits?"
Gar grinned wider at her, this was the sort of game he could get into without getting himself into hot water with Iza. "So, trade jobs for the night? I already think I will be at a disadvantage to one so beautiful. I have only my cunning, and coercive ways to draw in the marks, you have such beauty, and those intriguing eyes of yours. They draw you in, and catch hold." he said then reached down under the front counter of the booth and pulled out a beverage in a cup and sipped on it for a long time. "What exactly are we betting for, and what do you sell at your booth exactly?" he asked with a grin.
"You are at a disadvantage, honey," Lilith said with a little nod and a grin. She hadn't expected to end up in a bet and hadn't exactly thought ahead to the stakes. What could they possibly compete for? And how could she influence the stakes so that whether she won or lost she'd still come out on top? "If it's carnival-branded, I sell it. Tee shirts, hoodies, the works."
Gar nodded slowly. "Oh... I know now that I am at a disadvantage. I have cute and fluffy stuffed animals to offer to men who want to get laid, or girls that want to spoil themselves." he said and reached a hand up to rub at his chin. I really think I have the easier booth. I would be giving up that, and the obvious charms you possess that I do not." he said and smirked. "I think it's a lose, lose situation for me. I would be better off challenging you to dice or something."
"Aw, are you chickening out on me?" Lilith asked with a little pout. "Now, that's no fun. Tee shirts pretty much sell themselves. People like to buy souvenirs from the places they visit. You probably won't need to try that hard. This is a game of skill, darling. Not luck. Challenging me to dice would be a coward's way out. I can understand if you feel a little insecure going up against me..." She watched him for another moment, trying to mentally pick him apart. "How about if I win, you do my bidding for a week. And vice versa."
Something was nagging at Gar the more he thought about this challenge, and now that he was having second thoughts, he had to think of a graceful way to get out of it. "I'm not chickening out on you as much as contemplating how much trouble we could get into for messing around with our duties on the Midway." he said solemnly. "I'm at my booth for a reason. It's more than just hustling mirrors and balloons. My booth has a view of the entire MIdway just in case there is trouble. If I'm hidden away at yours, I won't see shit going on."
That still sounded like chickening out to Lilith. "And you don't think I can't handle trouble? I could probably take care of it a lot quieter. You seem like the 'shoot first, ask questions later' type, which only ever makes people feel uncomfortable." She just smirked and gave a shrug. "It's okay to admit you're chicken. There's no shame in admitting to weaknesses."
Gar made a sound somewhere between a snort of disdain and a growl. He rolled his eyes, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know about chicken, but I've got more beef than you or any other woman can handle." he said then stared at her and there was a most unholy glint in his eyes as he said that. "Fine. We swap places for an hour. Who ever makes the most money in an hour, wins." he said then extended his large hand to her.
The glint in his eyes wasn't lost on Lilith and she studied him for another moment before grinned and shaking his hand, hers much smaller than his. An hour would be more than enough for Lilith. "Deal. Have fun selling tee shirts for an hour," she said with a chuckle.
Gar gave her a snarl and a sneer as he lurched toward her and stopped just an inch from his nose to hers. "Fine. See you in an hour." he said in his low, rumbling tone, then strode off in the direction of her merchandise booth, and began to formulate a plan as he walked. He would NOT lose this bet, even if he had to buy out the Merch booth himself.