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Layla Williams (laylawilliams) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-22 18:17:00

Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	complete, day 33, layla williams, spike

Who: Layla Williams, Spike and Laura Moon?
When: Day 33, sundown.
Where: The bar closest to Spike's and Layla's rooms.
Status: Incomplete.
Warning: Pg-13 for now, might go higher.

Layla had gotten ready after talking to Spike. Her hair was pulled into two low ponytails, wearing a gauzy, light green top and a long, denim skirt with sandals, wearing pink nail polish on her nails and toenails, red lipstick and some mascara. Layla wasn't used to going out drinking, so she thought it was a new occasion, having her "Alcoholic Cherry Popped," sounded like she needed to dress up some. Layla waited there patiently, she had eaten a hearty meal before she came out. Salad, fruit smoothie and a tofu wrap so that she could drink and not get sick too soon. Now, she was just drinking some seltzer water with a twist of lime and waited patiently for whoever else was to arrive. Humming, 'What a wonderful world' to herself. She also wished for some Brick Bats to be played and lo' and behold, it was playing in the background. "Chapter 1 Funeral Drive."

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laylawilliams
2009-02-24 01:13 am UTC (link)

"Well, since my cherry has never been popped, errr, I meant alcoholically speaking that is! I am entrusting it to your guidance. Kind of like a guru of alcohol. I don't want any, uh...pissy drink as you say." Layla made a face, scrunching up her nose. "Pissy does not sound enticing and so I opted for a water until you could arrive. Huh, you can drink blood like that? I mean, from a cup? Is it almost like some gelatinous goop when it gets from point A to point Z? I imagine you warm it up, but still...intriguing." Layla nodded curtly. "So, Jack Daniels, is it any good?" His true face was a lot scary, but so was her first day of Sky High, when Warren Peace tried to BBQ her and her friends with a massive fireball. Oddity was a normalcy in Layla Williams life, besides it was who he was and she was all well and good with that, as long as he was.

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bleached_wonder
2009-02-24 04:27 pm UTC (link)

He laughed at her copying his phrase for her state of never drinking. Switching back to his human face. "Well well, first time for everything and all that rot.." He smiled wickedly, almost so wickedly that if it got anymore wicked he'd have to check he hadn't misplaced his soul. "Pissy isn't meant to sound enticing.. it's what you call poufy fluffy drinks that have no right to call themselves alcohol." He nodded sagely.

"Warm for 1 minute 20, remember the sweetest necks, pretend it tastes the same. Imagine the fear, and the smells and taste of real human from the neck real blood." He swirled the remaining liquid and drained it in three easy gulps. "Don't have to use fangs, I could drain you just swallowing from the tiniest cut. S'all muscles and reflexes. Highly controlled weapon my mouth is.." He laughed, swallowing down some Jack Daniels, licking his lips and enjoying the after burn.

"Well me and Jack here are very old friends.. We get together quite a lot.." He winked to her cheeikily. "I quite enjoy the odd bottle or five of JD.." He cocked an eyebrow willing a glass for her, pouring a shot of JD, and a rum and coke. He pointed to them each in turn. "Rum and Coke. JD.." He smiled sweetly, talking like teaching a child. "Try. Enjoy, relax and get well and truly rollicked. Drinks are free here and I've got all bloody night.. just done breakfast."

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laylawilliams
2009-02-24 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Layla blushed when he laughed, but smiled and laughed a little too. Nodding sagely at him when he explained the meaning of a pissy drink. "Right, pissy is poufy. Check." Layla grinned and nodded. Any and all the plants that were in the bar seemed to be turned toward her, their heads or leaves seemed to stretch toward the girl as if listening to her or straining for her attention.

Leaning in because she was so very interested in his explanation of drinking blood from a cup and remembering the fear, the pain and all that jazz. Her eyes getting anime wide at his explanation, but she was far from afraid, she was interested.

"Wow," she said in a breathy voice. "So, you are like, a vegetarian? I mean, you don't do humans? And Oh goddess, my body completely and utterly thanks you on that." Layla said with a dazzling smile. "That is just wicked. I mean, to drain the blood of someone like that is just... intense." Canting her head then, her eyes turning a bit more sympathetic,. "It's not by choice, is it?" Layla watched Spike entranced as he drank, just now knowing what he was all about.

Gulping hard, she came back to earth and reality. Nodding softly, she looked at him when he winked, making her smile and duck her head. "Five bottles? Wow, how come you can drink so much? Is it metabolism, or I mean, the lack thereof? Since the system is now more passive?" Layla asked absently, looking at the bar when he mentioned drinks are free and he mentioned a rum and coke, or some J.D. Layla thought best to start small, so she picked up the rum and coke first and took a sip. Layla coughed a little, then smiled thoroughly enjoying the drink. "It's good, thank you." Layla thought of some music, the Misfits, he reminded her of them for some reason, "Die, Die my Darling," began to play in the background.

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bleached_wonder
2009-02-25 01:31 am UTC (link)

He looked at the plants with a cocked eyebrow. "That you dear?" He smiled returning to his drink. He studied her face briefly as she leaned in. He smelt hardly any fear. This girl was made of sterner stuff then most then. The thought of blood had made his demon sing in his chest, and his soul was echoing the chorus.

"No, I used blood banks, or sucked evil bastards, rapists, murderers, or settled for butchers blood.. all my nature is begging me just to taste a particular nummy looking treat as I hear they're heartbeat increase on a dance floor, all those bodies packed on a dancefloor, all the different emotions I can smell, the smallest whispers I hear over the music.. that's intense, just sitting here when I can tell you your blood type, what you ate last, when you last had sex, what your blood smells of from here.." He shook his head as he became a little dazed by the idea. "The soul was by choice. However much I regret it sometimes. Things that happened before that weren't my choice.." He shrugged. "I miss hunting my prey, nothing beats that.."

He laughed. "Vampire constitution. I can drink all night and get up and drive home before sunrise.. my whole body works better then yours.. I heal much quicker, broken ribs gone in a night quick, I think that's what does it, and of course my wonderful digestive system is a bit quicker then yours to deal with the amount of food it gets at once.." He nodded to her drinking. "Well I wouldn't give you something bad darling. He laughed. "Good music choice.." He absent-mindedly tapped the beat on his thigh.

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laylawilliams
2009-02-25 02:08 am UTC (link)

"Is what me?" Layla asked, looking around at him, then the place. Layla hadn't noticed anything off kilter.

"Whoa, really. That is a good use of your power then, even though I don't believe in violence or that anyone should die for any reason, other then an ailment. I mean, don't get me wrong, I will-have defended myself when it mattered, but I don't believe in violence. It gets me a lot of flack, but I don't mind really. Wow, you can tell all that?" Layla was happily a virgin thus far, and could not even imagine the idea of a knowing all those intimate details about anyone, let alone herself. "Well, you had to have a really excellent reason to get your soul back, that speaks volumes, but even if you hadn't...at least you put all these wonderful powers and gifts to use." Layla gave Spike a shy smile.

Layla thought about that last statement a little. "Well, you are, kind of, the next phase in the evolution of the earth. I mean, all right, way back in the day there were very tiny pockets of people with the skills they only possessed, no way to really heal their ailments and such. So, they die off, but even as they die off, somehow the world population begins to grow at a steady pace. Now even as humans progressed there was always something to keep them in check. Keep them from overpopulating the planet and killing it. Then, eventually, we progressed faster then illness and lack of food and a place over our heads. Now we have molded our own super bugs, pathogens that are way stronger then most anything. Well, bleach could kill, say the AIDS virus, but you cannot inject it or it will kill you too. So, there is nothing really in this world and times to police the ever growing, ever strengthening world we live in. Having predators that are more prevalent, then say some Lion on a tundra somewhere, something that hunts in the urban jungle is kind of poetic, in a very mind boggling and wicked kind of a way. Golly, sorry, I completely rambled there on you. Sorry." Layla ended her commentary with a blush of embarrassment.

"Wow, as a Vegan I thought I had an amazing constitution, well metabolically speaking...or food wise I should say. I can only heal normally. True, true, I had a feeling you wouldn't and you've delivered. Thank you very kindly, Spike."
Layla hiccuped and giggled, draining her glass. "Oh yeah, isn't it. One of Will's favorite bands, the Misfits and I don't know...something about you screamed them and this song came on. It is prevalent with violence, but it is still catchy and I like the Misfits. They have a strength of character."

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bleached_wonder
2009-02-25 02:09 pm UTC (link)

He nodded to the surrounding plant life. "Erm the greenery seems to be enjoying our conversation.." He smiled, weirder much more evil things happened. Failing that, things would be worse should they happen at sea. Well they'd be under water.

"Well sometimes.. depends what they're doing at pork chop and ham.. I mean Wolfram and Hart.. mostly I drink out of mugs and kick fellow demons asses. More fun then humans.." He said with a wink. "Yup, sex only if they've got at it in the last few days, or are horny.. I can hear heart beats three rooms over, hear your breathing, smell your fear.." He said simply. "List goes on." He too a long chug of his drink.

He listened to her next little speech nodding. "Yup we are your ultimate predator. If I wanted to eat a city most the people in it would be helpless. 'Cept, we've been around just as long as you.. still a couple of the originals around, though they live in hell, but that's a story for a different time. They're so old that they don't have a mask or body like me.. they're all vampire.." he nodded slowly. "I'm like a super improved human. All the best human bits, with a demon born into me, normally sans soul, but I got mine back."

"Never beat a vampire's." he winked cheekily. Looking at her now empty glass and the quarter full bottle, a nice little buzz in his head now. "Nope, I never fail on such important matters.. had a long time to learn it. He listened to the song a little. "All the best songs are about fighting, fucking, booze, or love, some are about all of 'em.. they seem pretty cool, never really listened to much of their stuff though.."

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laylawilliams
2009-02-26 01:28 am UTC (link)

Layla was still hurting from earlier, at least she stopped crying. Layla always felt so connected to her plants, they were her best friends, even here she got teased for it, but she would never admit how much that hurt her. The sad thing was, the reason she posted to her journal and got lambasted for it, was because she was homesick for the people who knew her, completed her, knew all of her secrets and knew how much of a private person she was, after all. All the things they said made her eyes mist up, so what did she do, leaned over and grabbed the shot of Jack, downed it, made a face, but wished for another one and downed that. Layla could lie to this guy, and he, being a preternatural lie detector, would know she was lying, would know that she had fooled around just yesterday with her new boyfriend, but never had any intercourse, really. Well, she really didn't know how far that all worked? Layla wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. Layla Williams was tough stuff, she was used to being the sidekick, she puts herself there. Layla stood up to the system, railed against its antiquated ways and stood up for the under-appreciated, abused, neglected, unsure, in pain. Layla wanted to save the world, the planet, the human race, animal life and plant life. Layla was intelligent and sociable, caring and understanding, or so she thought. The things that had been said to her made her think. Layla's way of being with people was to help, it was part of her social ineptitude, no-scratch that, it was her motto...her creed. Freedom, love, life, liberty, life without labels, be who you are and be proud. And right now, if you asked her, she felt like all of that was shit, she was shit and that was why she was here, drinking. Trying what was the social norm of sorts. The living in the fantasy, leaving your life behind by leaving your senses at the door. None of it felt right. Flailing for an answer, what did she say to this man, who seemed so open to her? He had this poetic allure, self assurance that was laced with deprecation and conflict. It was just the way he carried himself, like a badge. Layla respected that, that he let himself be himself and gave societal norms the finger.

Layla hadn't recognized her voice when it squeaked out a yes. Looking down at the floor, being so open about herself, and so hurt at the same time, was killing her spirit and he didn't deserve this.

"I am so sorry. Thank you for being so kind and respectful, and even answering all my yammering honestly. I just..." Her voice and face cracked for a moment, then she plastered on the Layla smile, the 'I will support you until death,' smile. The Layla Williams mask, because Layla was always the supporter and not the supported, she was flailing.

"They talk to me." Layla said honestly, "and I to them."

Standing, wanting to run out of there before she embarrassed herself. Thinking back to the rum and coke and how yummy it tasted, one appeared and Layla grabbed it quickly, preparing to flee, except that would seem rude and Layla did not do rude. Not to anyone, they deserved better. So, she covered her fragile mask by taking a sip of the drink provided to her and waited for mocking, ridicule, a pep talk, understanding...she had no idea how he might react to the crazy behavior she was showcasing, but she didn't know how to do this, how to not keep all of her cards close to her chest, keep losing the pot until she revealed it was all part of her plan and in her own time and way she would reveal what was needed.

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bleached_wonder
2009-03-01 02:13 pm UTC (link)

"What'cha sorry about love? Nothing to be ashamed of here.." He listened to her cocking an eyebrow. "You weren't yammering, and I don't mind answering questions." He smiled to her, looking as his bottle refilled. "Nicceee" He drew out the word. He could hear her increased heart rate, but felt it was polite to not point the poor human's state out to her.

He looked to her with a flash of blue eyes, and white teeth. This girl was more interesting then she first appeared to be. "That right? You a witch, or just gifted?" He said curiously. "Known a couple of witches, Red, she was like that almost, so much magic in her veins she was connected to the whole planet.. pretty green fingered.." he looked to the plants.

"Not that I see many plants.. most flowers and shit close at night.."

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laylawilliams
2009-03-02 02:15 pm UTC (link)

"Just not very much myself today and it's just been...really terrible, horrible day. I am not used to letting people in so easily. I am pretty private and I miss home and people tend to twist things around to fit themselves. Sorry, I am rambling here.

Layla took a few more sips of her drink and hiccuped. "OOPS, excuse me. All right, good to know, not yammering and you like to answer questions." Layla nodded softly.

"No, not a witch, I guess you could call it a gift, lots and lots of people where I come from are like me, but not like me. I am the only person I know that has ever had what I have and has ever been as powerful as I, with this kind of a power, not that people haven't been powerful. I've had it since I was 4, most people where I live don't tap into theirs until they hit puberty and some, then, don't even either." Thinking of Ron Wilson, bus driver as one of them and Will as almost the second.

"That doesn't matter to me, I talk to them, and they, sort of, listen to me. Do what I ask, and I am always polite to them. They have feelings and they speak, just not the way you would think. I can make anything I want, well, besides a lemon. I never could do lemons. Someone once said it was because I don't have a sour bone in my body. I am not so sure." Layla smiled then, feeling very giddy and tipsy and drunk. Yeah, those were good adjectives. Her tongue would have never been so loose if she hadn't been. "Can you just do me a small favor, and not tell anyone, or everyone, please? I just, I like my privacy. I am the supporter, not the supported...does that even make sense?" Layla hiccuped again.

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