& i'm killing them all on my own little mission Who: Persephone and OPEN Where: Heme When: Late at night Warning: Persephone is in a place with alcohol
Heme.
Was.
Excellent.
Persephone hadn't been in a bar or club that she liked quite as much as she already did this vampire-centric one since what, the 60s? The 60s had been excellent but, oh no it'd have to have been the bars that exploded right after Prohibition ended when everyone had been so high up on getting the alcohol back in their system. Legally too! The excess that had been pouring out of them would've been enough to give her an all-natural high and there were so many people willing to go and drink themselves dead that she hadn't even needed to try that hard. Sure, it took part of the fun out of it, but mostly she didn't care. She was a demon and she loved seeing her Excess thrive on and on in the humans as it liked to do so very well. But she hadn't seen bars like that in the times since. They were still excellent and occasionally amusing and she'd always find someone to play with or watch or encourage, but she hadn't gotten the same feel for them as she'd had in the good ol' days. Age is showing, grandma. Twirling to avoid the passing vampire, and blowing him a kiss when he glanced at her with wide eyes, Persephone laughed at the idea of bringing Bianca and Delta here. Necromancers in a vampire bar, wouldn't that be just the thing? Okay, so Bianca was still a little baby necro who didn't even know how to animate a whole big dead dog, but Delta did and there wasn't a better way to learn than to jump right in and start pushing the buttons. Maybe with Persephone there it'd be easier for them to -- ohhhhh, but with her there it'd also mean that the vampires would be that much more likely to just go right ahead and take off their heads for them.
Someday it'd be fun. Maybe when she was more ready to see them go out the fun way. No necromancer wanted to die because their blood just decided 'screw you, you're too fucking old' did they?
"If you want to do more than stare," Persephone drawled suddenly, tipping her head around to give a disarmingly wide smile at the poor little human a few feet away. "Then go ahead and buy me a Manhattan, why don't you? Then maybe we can talk." Poor thing, he reeked of inexperience with the whole situation and he was nodding and stumbling over his feet to get to the bar. Why was it that the humans who came into these places were either reeking of over-confidence and a desire to get bitten or awkward as hell and still carrying that desire to get bitten? Cattle, really, that's how they have to see them. Poor little herds just running around and waiting to get plucked. It was hard for her to believe that none of the vampires took a bite in a bathroom stall when security wasn't close enough to see. It'd be like believing that the humans didn't shoot up in there. "Awh there's a good boy!" Persephone cheered when the man -- boy? -- returned with her drink in hand. Depositing the empty one on a table she snatched the new up and drained half of it in one guzzle, relishing the slight burn and wishing that it was stronger. Her tolerance was beyond insane these days.
"So what's-"
Persephone held up a single finger to his lips and pressed, hard enough that he stumbled back and nearly into a little group of vampires who gave him a look that should've sent him running. "Honey, you forgot your drink." Another 'sip' that nearly emptied the glass and she gave a fake pout. "Girl doesn't like to drink alone and hey!" A fake stumble when no one brushed her and her glass shattered on the floor along with the little bit of liquid left. At least she had missed getting any of it on her new heels. "My drink's gone!"
"I'll get you one with mine!" And then he was gone again and Persephone was grinning as she leaned back, already seeing her influence spread around her as people drank a little faster, talked a little louder, danced a little closer... ahhhh, she loved being Excess in a bar.