Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-04 18:19:00 |
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Current location: | Caritas |
Current mood: | shocked |
Entry tags: | lorne, place: la, samson aloisius |
Meeting a Fellow Pylean
Who: Lorne and Samson
Where: Caritas
When: Sunday, August 1st (TBC in tags)
It had been almost two months since Samson and Clem had broken up and yet still, the teenager found himself in a bit of a funk. She was off touring and doing her own thing, leaving him… home, depressed half the time. Luckily, he didn't turn to alcohol or drugs in his time of need. He just spent more time with his friends and housemates doing frivolous things. He'd been told about a karaoke bar, where the owner could read your soul while you sang (or something to that effect, that was the trouble hearing this information from someone who actually hadn’t been there), and found himself thinking that he could use a little direction.
That's why he was walking down to the bar now, clad in black jeans and a collared shirt cut off at his forearms, exposing his tattoos and his muscles and had his hair at least somewhat styled. If he'd been told the owner was from his home world? He likely wouldn't have come at all, but shh, he's here now.
Sundays were slow nights for most bars, but not Caritas. While most humans in the United States were at least moderately Christian, demons had no such observations, so they didn't hold Sunday in any sort of special significance. Actually, Mondays were usually the slow days for him, but that's not important. Anyways, a human (for once) was up on the stage doing a lovely rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" that was positively breathtaking.
However, Lorne was distracted from it momentarily when he saw someone new come in through the door. To be good at your job, you had to know all of the regulars and be able to spot a newbie when you saw them. This guy? Definitely a virgin of Caritas. So, getting up from his bar stool perch, he got up to walk over and greet him.
Samson literally blanched at the sight of Lorne as all of the memories of his home world flooded through his mind. As much of a survivor as he was … as strong as he was, he wasn't prepared for this. He stood stock-still as Lorne approached him, unable to say or do anything.
Lorne didn't catch the look at first. "Welcome to Caritas! I'm the Host here, and I'm the owner of this bar. You can make yourself acquainted at the bar, or you are more than welcome to come up on stage and sing a song for us..." And then he noticed the look on the boy's face. "Is everything OK? Do I have something in my teeth?"
"No… nothing in your teeth," Samson replied, blinking slowly at the man in front of him. The Host hadn't say anything degrading, however… in fact, his voice and appearance was rather flamboyant now, wasn't it? So, the teenager ducked his head apologetically (although there was a hint of being obedient in that little action now, wasn't there?), "Sorry. It's just… You're from Pylea, aren't you?"
Lorne tilted his head at the other man when he asked if he was from Pylea. Wow, that was something he was pretty sure NO ONE had asked him. "Um...yeah, actually, but how do you know...." Oh dear. "Oh my god, you're from there too, aren't you?" UGH! Not good, huh? "I'm so sorry you had to come from there. Lucky you got out of there then, huh?"
"Very," Samson replied, frowning curiously at the Host. He seemed genuinely sympathetic, which was something Samson never expected from anyone from that dimension. No wonder he was confused, huh? "You seem… different from the others," he added, still keeping his voice low. He'd honestly thought that being obedient had been trained out of him, but… it seemed not so much. Interesting, huh?
Yes he had been different from the others. It was why he had fit in so badly there. A world of no music. He had thought that he was insane for hearing music in his head and not wanting to fight. He wasn't insane. Just born on the wrong world. "Hon, it's Ok to speak up. You're gonna have to to be heard in here," he said to Samson. "And yeah, quite a bit different. Never did fit in there at all. Glad to be away, actually."
Samson nodded and smiled before stuffing his hands into his pockets, feeling just a tad more comfortable hearing that. You couldn’t dislike someone who had the same opinion as yours now, could you? "Good. Seeing you brought back some very uncomfortable memories," he admitted with a brief chuckle, before shrugging it off. "But it’s not like you did those things to me, personally."
"Sorry about that," Lorne said to him. "No, I didn't do those things, but people I'm family with did, so I'm still not exactly proud of it." He looked toward the bar. "Have a drink on me then. We can make pretty much anything you'd ever want." Even stuff from Pylea, if he had been old enough to know of drinks from there. "The least I can do."
"Thanks," Samson replied, before taking a seat next on one of the bar stools and ordering himself a coke. A) Because he was underage, and b) he really wasn't much of a drinker. At all. It honestly never appealed to him. "My name's Samson, by the way," he offered politely.
"I'm Lorne," he said, offering his hand to the other person. He could actually see that the boy had some demon in him as well, if only because he knew what to look for. Of course, that was just as bad as being purely human, in his world. "And welcome to Caritas." He really had a hard time dropping the 'Host' act.
Samson shook Lorne's hand, careful not to put too much strength behind it (partly because Lorne seemed delicate, but mostly because he really didn't know his own strength, so hurting a new friend really wasn't the best idea). "Thanks," the boy said again, most out of politeness than trained-in-obedience this time. "It's very nice."
Lorne wasn't quite as delicate as he looked. He just wasn't quite as strong as the others of his former tribe because he had never honed his physical talents. He had always been more interested in talking and figuring out what turned out to be the music in his head than hunting and such. "Thank you," Lorne said, smiling. "I actually built it on the spot of the portal that brought me here."