Derek Brown (![]() ![]() @ 2019-10-27 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: daphne greengrass, char: derek brown |
Who: Derek and Daphne
What: Sharing things, apparently
Where: The Shaggy Grotto
When: Backdated to Saturday night
Rating: Probably talk of murder, blood curses, death, sex, etc
This wasn't exactly the most convenient moment to be having a serious discussion with a woman he was sleeping with. But it had been hours since the wards had been set, hours of staking out the place, and still no movement on the outside. He was probably hunkered down for a good, long while. Depending on the killers planning skills, he could have stores of food to get him by. But eventually, he'd grow bold. Venture out with his trusted charm, see if some of the panic had subsided now that the public knew what he looked like. He'd wear that as an armor, maybe give him a second wind. Derek wasn't about to let that happen.
He would be alerted immediately if anything went awry, and after Daphne's confession of sorts, he knew it would be a dick move just to ignore it. Plus, it was some heavy shit. That seemed to be the theme around these parts lately. Explosions, apparent death, serial killings, being plunged into darkness... People were going to get antsy soon, if things continued. And with that sort of behavior came even more trouble. Trouble he'd have to be around to handle.
So, beer first, before anything else. By the time Daphne showed up, he was already a good pint or two in. Didn't mean much though. He wasn't exactly small. But just the motion of drinking calmed his nerves a bit. Gave him a bit of extra momentum to think about what the blonde was saying long before she walked in. Mostly he had to take an inner account of what he knew to be true. First, he didn't mind her. Sure, she was a spoiled brat with a disillusioned view of the real world, but she made him smile, and the latter wasn't her fault. Nor did it make her a bad person. He knew bad people. She was passionate, definitely. Didn't feel the need to delve into extremely deep conversation all the time, which was more appreciated than she realized. He wasn't the best at the talking stuff. But she seemed to appreciate the little things, mostly because she could buy herself the big things. Honestly, he hadn't expected it to develop into anything more than fucking, but he wasn't sure he was entirely upset that she seemed to like him more than she let on.
But then there was that other part. Huh. What a fucking life. He almost chuckled to himself as he saw her walk in. He knew that heads in the place turned to look her over with keen interest. She was a pretty girl. What in the actual fucked she seemed to see in him though, he had no idea. Suppose that's what they were here for though, right?
"Order whatever. It's on me," he said to her, once she was close enough to settle in.