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Eris // Brenna Maeve Ni Doherty ([info]eris_discordia) wrote in [info]greek_swim,
@ 2008-12-09 21:43:00

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Entry tags:eris, eros

Eris/Benna & Eros/Damien: A Night at the Pub
Who: Eris/Brenna and Eros/Damien
Where: Mike's Irish Bar, Ambelokipi
When: Late Monday night/Early Tuesday Morning
What: A night at the pub
Rating: To be determined
Status: Incomplete



Eris couldn't help but smirk to herself as she shuffled through the door and she made her way to the bar of a crowded tourist trap. Mike's Irish Bar catered to the young crowd with cheap alcohol, live music and matches played on monstrous screens mounted on nearly ever wall. Not quite authentic, it did in a pinch. The tender haled from Kilkenny and the Black Stuff never ran dry. Ordering a pint of Guinness, Eris claimed one of the high stools and let the music of the imported band - not bad, in her opinion - fill her head and lift her spirits. True, she'd rather be with Ares, in his hotel room... in his bed but as that wasn't possible, here would have to be the next best thing. A little bit of home - or what she'd called home for the last twentysome years - in her new one. It would most certainly do. Lost enough was she in the traditional-turned-rock tunes that Eris didn't even notice when the seat next to her was likewise filled.

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[info]eros_
2008-12-10 01:48 am UTC (link)
A while passed since the last time Damien ventured in exploration of a new faddy hangout. From outside the rhythm and beats of a random Celtic punk band could be heard. Inside the sound was even louder, blurring with the buzzing of the televisions and the shouting and hooting from the wild, young patrons. In these situations he usually dived straight for the bar, pushing his way past people here and there.

Once closer to the bar, he spotted a lone woman perched atop a wooden, shabby stool. A frolicsome smirk tugged at a corner of his mouth. Not a second later, he casually slid onto the seat beside her, eyes scanning the board above as if searching for the most intriguing drink.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-10 09:08 am UTC (link)
The dark-haired beauty took a long draw of her pint as her head bobbed slightly in time with the beat of the music. Not bad at all. And her Da's team was up according to the nearest television. Her gaze cast about the bar, taking in the young crowd - a decent mix of Greek, Irish and other tourists - until they fell on the blond man next to her. Green eyes narrowed slightly at him as the familiar tingle in the back of her brain started buzzing again though Eris refused to be the first to say anything and instead turned her attention back to the match.

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[info]eros_
2008-12-10 02:56 pm UTC (link)
Of course Damien noticed the brief scrutinizing glance directed towards him. Whether or not hostility lingered behind that gaze, he found the encounter already exciting. "So... what's good here?" He finally turned his gaze to the undeniably attractive woman before he nodded up to the drink menu board. Despite the curiosity brimming in his voice, he already knew what he was going to order before even coming in here. He just wanted to see what she had to say.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-10 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Eris' eyes followed his to the drink list, one brow quirked as she studied it before nodding to her own pint of Guinness. "It's the only good stuff," the Irish woman replied in a brogue heavy-voice, lifting the glass for another sip. "If you'd be talking about the drink, that is." Her cat-like smile flashed again giving her an even more impish look. Ares wasn't here after all, and there was an undeniable draw to this man, even if it was tainted with... something she couldn't quite explain. A distaste or distrust, though not centered on him directly. A little harmless flirting was perfectly acceptable.

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[info]eros_
2008-12-11 12:39 am UTC (link)
At her suggestion, his eyes, which appeared greener in the light of the bar, flickered down to her foaming mug. A simper quivered at his lips, especially when she added that teasing remark. There should have been a flashing red sign above her that blinked the letters, 'V-I-X-E-N'.

Damien signaled the barkeep over, tossing out his order. "Bulmer's, please." After, he sent her a sly wink. "Personally, I'm not a big fan of the Irish drinks. But Bulmer's... now that's some quality cider." He preferred the mixture of the alcohol with sweet apple. Most Irish drinks were acquired tastes anyway.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-11 09:22 am UTC (link)
"The Irish drinks are far superior than anything else this trap serves," she answered, collecting the line of foam left behind by the head from her glass with a long finger before licking it suggestively off. "More authentic. Athens may be outside that door, but in here, you might as well tell yourself you're in Dublin," Eris advised, brushing a long lock of midnight colored hair from her eyes. The pub didn't actually pass her high standard but it did well enough to imitate what she'd left behind. Almost enough to make her feel nostalgic... almost. "But if you're too light and don't have the stomach for the Good Stuff, then aye, you best be sticking to Bulmer's and the likes."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-11 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Any normal man would watch such an implicitly hinted gesture, but Damien found himself especially drawn to the way her long, slender finger received treatment from her--he guessed skilled--tongue. The bartender slid his drink before him, and he raised the heavy mug to his lips, taking a gulp. "Mmm..." with a broadening grin, he turned to her and placed his hand on the side of his mug, "I'll let you in on a little secret." He leaned in slightly, pushing the glass slowly over the smooth countertop. "The appearance only fools. Bulmer's is fucking strong." The glass of cider and ice was now in front of her beside the Guinness and he stared at her challengingly, urging her on to try it.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-11 06:32 pm UTC (link)
A dark brow arched as he lay down the challenge. Games was it? She could play games. And win. "I was raised on Jameson, Bushmills and Midleton; the true Trinity in addition to Guinness." Eris wasted no time in picking up up his glass and taking a large gulp before replacing it on the bar without a single grimace. "Fucking weak, is what it is. Doesn't have anything on the Irish which I will take any day. Slainte," she offered, once more raising her pint for a sip.

They'd shared glasses before. Sweet nectar and Bacchus' wine. In the banquet halls of Olympus and on the battlefield after their victory. All was fair in love and war though Love and War were hardly ever fair back.

She blinked once, clearing her mind of the thought. He was one of Them, that she knew. But who was still unclear. "You should be drinking like a man, not some stuffed-shirt prat."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-12 06:28 am UTC (link)
The expression on his face only became more intrigued and amused as the sprightly side within him was being coaxed out. He found himself meeting more interesting people that drew out a fervor that he deemed foreign, yet still familiar. Just like Mr. Film-maker.

To her toast, he raised his glass, the smile upon his face not fading one bit. "Cheers." He tilted his head back, eyes sliding closed as he lifted his own drink to his lips. The liquid flowed smoothly and warmly down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing with each large gulp. A bit of cider slipped past and dripped down his chin but he continued on, feeling the drink already settle hotly in his stomach. The feeling was pleasant of course.

Once the whole glass was drained, he set it down and signaled the bartender for another. He didn't care if she thought of him as some stuffed-shirt prat. He was still going to banter with her. "I think you've been drinking too much, miss. You should hold back now on the Guinness before it overtakes you."

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-12 08:17 am UTC (link)
"Drinking too much in general or tonight? Because if you'd be meaning the last, then you're sorely mistaken; I'm only on my first pint." Another sip and Eris turned on her stool to face the band, crossing her legs fluidly as she moved. "It's also very impolite and insulting to tell a lady she's had too much," the woman pointed out with a dangerous smirk and raised brow. "Maybe you should hold back so your manners don't slip any further than they already have, sir."

A little dark chuckle sounded and she returned her attention to the musicians bouncing around on the tiny stage as patrons likewise jumped about in front of it. Drunks, fools, and tourists - all easy pickings. She could definitely have some fun tonight stirring up trouble if she so wished.

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[info]eros_
2008-12-13 01:42 am UTC (link)
The more the interaction carried on, the more doors opened for opportunities to push different buttons. It was only a part of his natural personality to enjoy the irritation, bitterness, curiosity, infatuation, and any other reactions that riled up in people from his playful antics. "I thought we were past the worrying about insulting one another stage." A small laugh elicited from him as he looked over his shoulder to the high energy crowd surrounding the band.

"You're different. Most Irish folks I meet are amiable and whole-hearted and have a good time. But you-" he paused as his next round of cider slid up and he took a long sip. After setting the glass back down, he turned halfway on the stool, gaining a better view of the bar and also one of her. "-you look like you enjoy another type of fun."

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-14 10:55 am UTC (link)
She wasn't one to get easily riled up; after all, it was her job, her reason of being to cause strife and discord among others. Playing the victim or acting injured to cause more problems Eris had no problem with should a situation call for it.

"Aye, and what kind of fun might that be?" the Irish woman all but purred as she leaned back on the bar, stretching out the length of her torso to emphasis the curve of her breasts. They weren't her most generously gifted-feature but there was enough of a handful to get jobs done. "I'm certainly always looking for a good time though to be fair, I will warn you that I am different than most of the Irish folks you've met before."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-16 12:58 am UTC (link)
The line of his gaze non-discreetly shifted down to her figure, following the curvature of her bust down to the extension of her slim legs with a rising smirk. "You carry the air of a troublemaker." Finally his eyes averted back to hers. Any normal person could detect the dangerous side about her. The snide comments, challenge in every sentence, boastful speech, and even her appearance. He wondered how many men actually were intrigued by it, and not intimidated. "A warning? I find it interesting that out of all the people I could have talked to, it was you. Mainly because I don't like Irish folks. The fact that you're different from most of them, doesn't seem so much as a warning."

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-16 08:13 am UTC (link)
"I should. I am one. One of the best, even," Eris said confidently. She was the best, though her kind of trouble was hardly child's play. She started fights, brawls, skirmishes, wars, genocides. All of it deliciously bloody and far from innocent.

Her arched brow rose again. "You don't like the Irish and yet you come to one of the few pubs in Athens?" It was clear from her tone of voice she thought him daft. "Unless, you're here to be starting some trouble of your own which in that case, you should know I'm from Belfast and anything you can stir up won't come close to what I've seen back home."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-16 02:52 pm UTC (link)
Damien perceived disdain laced in her voice, and suppressed the laughter irking to slip out from him. "No I ain't a troublemaker. I bring peace and joy." His own tone was fabricated with a virtuous mirth. "Let's just say I came here, hoping to find one decent Irish person. Y'know, build up international relations."

He lifted his drink, and curtly nodded to the woman while tipping his glass. "Toast. To discovering a beautiful Irish woman... who's half-decent." And he remarked to himself in a lower mutter, "Even if she's a bit on the danger side. At least she's not bloody cuckoo." The cocking smirk on his lips as he sipped the contents of his glass only revealed the whimsical spouts within him. This was all tongue-n-cheek to him.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-18 08:45 am UTC (link)
"If I'm to be the savior of my race, this world has fallen farther than it ever should and deserves to burn," Eris replied, sipping her beer with a smirk. She would gladly start the spark, too, then sit back to enjoy the inferno. Bloody cuckoo, indeed; he had no idea whose matches he was playing with.

Green eyes looked him up and down, studying his frame and face before clicking her tongue in mock disappointment. "Not a trouble maker? Pity. Peace is overrated, anyway. A good brawl now and then is good for the body. Gets the blood pumping, the heart racing. Not unlike other things."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-19 04:18 am UTC (link)
"What kind of comment is that? You're not that bad. Unless you have a massive heap of skeletons in your closet." Which for some odd reason he would not be surprised if she had a whole graveyard.

Yet when that emerald gaze lingered upon him, trailing along his form, hot needles practically prickled at his skin. He didn't need to wonder in curiosity if she found him attractive. One could call his certainty arrogance while another could call it common sense, but he assumed that she also knew how alluring and sexy she, herself, appeared to others. "And when's the last brawl you were in?" The emphasize upon the word alluded to another connotation.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-19 08:09 am UTC (link)
"Skeletons?" Eris repeated with an amused smirk as she took another sip. "No. No skeletons. Decapitated heads, well, that would be another story." Her tongue flicked out of her lips, wetting them while licking away a bit of the Guinness. He was attractive, certainly; soft with a just enough mischievousness about him. The dark woman's fingers flexed and curled in a claw like manner and her smile grew more sinister; a feline with its prey insight.

"Sadly, far far too long," she purred then downed the rest of her beer and set the glass back on the bar. "I'm always up for a good one, though. If my partner is up for it as well."

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[info]eros_
2008-12-20 02:15 pm UTC (link)
Whether she said that with seriousness or not didn't cross his mind for he only assumed it was all fun and games. That small action of dampening her lips gained the attention of his more intent eyes and he noted how full, soft, and deadly enticing they were. At her second reply, his stare shifted towards hers and one corner of his mouth slowly lifted. "That is unfortunate." He easily whipped out his wallet and tossed out a few bills for the drinks--hers and his. "But I think the luck of the Irish just struck," he sent her a broadening smirk with a devilish wink. "Damien." Knowing they hadn't even given each other's names throughout all this light bantering, he held out his hand. And if it were going to escalate beyond the jibes, he wanted to think of her as more than the sultry, sexy, sorta mental woman.

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-20 04:02 pm UTC (link)
She watched as he tossed the euro onto the bar and returned his smile one a darker one of her own. "Brenna," Eris said, giving her mortal name in a heavy, lilting brogue. It felt strange coming from her tongue but was fluid enough that it hardly seemed like a lie. Instead of shaking his hand, however, the goddess of strife ran one blood red nail over the center of his palm in a tight, teasing circle. "My pleasure, Damien." She had an idea of who he truly was, now, but was having difficulty pinning him for which one of the cherubic trio.

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[info]eros_
2008-12-27 03:47 am UTC (link)
Suddenly this odd feeling sparked from that simple, yet sensuous touch. It wasn't solely a feeling of arousal, and Damien had difficulty pinpointing this new sensation of vague familiarity. But he pushed that away, his odd brief expression dissipating. His flirtatious mindset settled back in, and he just had to comment on the teasing gesture. "Now that right there just makes me wonder what fighting techniques you can really do."

[[OOC: Omg I'm terribly sorry for this late reply.]]

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[info]eris_discordia
2008-12-27 11:50 am UTC (link)
"More than you can handle," the brunette promised, sliding off her stool. She stood a bit taller than most women but still well within 'normal' for her sex. Lean, her runner's build only accented the sharper angles of her features. "I'm well versed in many techniques that would make your head spin."

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