The Mods (mysteria_mods) wrote in mysteria_rpg, @ 2007-12-16 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | casey, gideon, max, teddy |
Because I got high, because I got high, because I got hiiiigh!
Who: Teddy and Casey, then Gideon and Max show up
When: Evening
Where: The Last Round
What: Casey decides to get high on vamp blood and tackle Teddy, followed by much yelling and Max kicking ass.
Status: Complete
The immediate area of the polished bar in front of Teddy was littered with -- as tended to be anywhere he set up to go through grading -- papers in random stacks and a few books. It wasn't really that he needed to be hogging three seats, but it made Gideon annoyed, which Teddy liked to chide the old geezer about, and it served as a banner of maturity in its own way. Papers and books lead people to conclude that scholarly things were afoot and, by that assumption, that he was not another bachelor trying to pick up slightly tipsy girls at a bar. The result? The girls came to him. It was a clever sort of thing and it worked a few times. If only bad luck hadn't intervened, he might've had more than a few dates from the tactic. But tragic track record to date aside, he did have a fair bit of business to see after and sitting home alone with a load of work and Oprah re-runs just wasn't something anyone looked forward to. Especially not Teddy. Flipping a sheet over and settling his head on a propped up hand, Teddy plunged right back into the fray. He'd already been through one whole red pen since he sat down and there was already battle field of red ink all over the side to which he'd turned. Somewhere Mark Twain was rolling in his grave at knowing that his great works were being analyzed with netspeak format. With a wearied sigh, Teddy picked up his pen and wrote: 'U' is not an acceptable substitute for 'you,' Eliza. Casey came into the bar looking as he always did. A comfortable pair of old worn jeans, a tan t-shirt, and an old army jacket back out his outfit. Here to pick up chicks he was not. He was on a mission. A mission of his own making after running into that little punk the other day. He wasn't getting paid for it. He just wanted to clean some scum off the street. First he had to make sure it was the real deal or not. Drug dealers need to be taken care of but drug dealers would deal vamp blood, those really needed taken care of. It could be assumed that if it was real, the punk might not be all that human. Spotting the person he was looking for was easy. It was hard to miss the mess that Teddy Parker made when he camped on in the bar that his twin sister worked in. It was where Casey had first meet the twins. Casey closed in the space between the bar and where Teddy was working. Scooping up the pile that was sitting on the chair next to Teddy, Casey's rear end soon filled the seat. "You still teaching those little brats?" "Why, Casey! It's great to see you, too!" Teddy exclaimed, noting the advancing company before Casey even managed to sit down. Chalk it up to the heightened reflexes and senses, but it was pretty darn hard to sneak up on a werewolf -- cursed or not. "As it goes, I am still teaching," he continued, hooking the pile of papers Casey has just relocated before they could slide off kilter and wind up scattered across the floor. After Casey had planted himself down in the next seat over, both Teddy's brows raised. "And sure... why don't you have a seat, then?" There was more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice despite the cordial overtone and humored twist of smile on Teddy's face. It wasn't that Casey and he ever were buds of the best kind, so wariness was definitely something to keep in focus. "So kind of you to offer," Casey remarked, not ruffled at all by the sarcasm he caught in Teddy's voice. Sure, he could have asked but why bother. And sure he could go through the motions of small talk before getting to what he was here for but that was just wasting a time. Small talk was overrated anyway. Well there was one piece of small talk to bring up. It was always fun to push a certain button when it came to Teddy. "Your sister still hot as ever?" Placing his pen down, Teddy leveled sights with Casey. "I usually don't make that sort of judgment call." Then turning his vision back to the paper in his other hand, he swiveled his seat a few degrees in the direction opposite his new-found company. "And don't tell me you came all the way out here to ask me that because if you're getting up any ideas, I will bite you. Dead serious." Casey clutched a hand over his chest. "You wound me, Teddy, you really do. Besides, I've been having those kinda of ideas for years now," Casey threw in there. Before Teddy could follow through on his threat to bite Casey, the other man reached into his jacket and pulled out a small vial filled with a red liquid. "For now though I'm here for a different reason. Need you to take a sniff of this and tell me what you think." Teddy was all ready, one finger pointed out, mouth open, but luckily Casey was quicker on the draw and Teddy's eyes fell on the red liquid waving in front of his eyes. "Uhm... beg your pardon? I'm not a forensics dog, Casey. It's blood, anyone can tell that. No sniffing needed... and why you've got a vial in your pocket is well beyond anything I ever want to think about, but I don't see what you're getting at and I sort of have work to do." He'd already waved the liquid away and attempted to pick up his place back in his reading. Not to be put off, Casey didn't leave Teddy alone to his work. "Yeah, we can all tell that it's blood. What I need to know is if it's vampire blood. If you can point me towards a forensic lab then I'll be happy to tell them I need it tested to for vampirism and while I'm at it offer your body to science," he remarked while setting the vial down in front of Teddy. Right on top of the book that he was trying to go back too. Made it hard to miss. "Some asshole figured out that vampire blood is like a drug to humans and it's made it way onto the market." For a moment Teddy remained still, weighing his choices. Finally, he gripped the small container and uncorked it. "The thing I love about you is just how chummy you are. You know that, Casey? I bet you can't help but be so charitable to everyone you meet. Now, this stuff..." He raised it to his nose and before even catching the full scent, forced it away with tearing eyes. "WHOA. Okay, that is... wow. That... is unique." He forced the plug back in, moving it as far away from his face as humanly possible by the stretch of his arms. "I think you've got a winner. Congratulations. And I hope you're happy that my ability to smell is now irreparably damaged. Good God, it was like death hazed over with more death and dragged around a landfill. Do I look like I'm crying? I'm not crying, you know. I think my sinuses just disintegrated, though. WHOA." Casey took the vial back from Teddy and eyed it. They had established that it smelled to high heaven. Even those to Casey it just had the cooper smell that blood had. Then a thought accured to the hunter that hadn't earlier. Did Teddy know the difference between vampire blood and say cow blood that had been laced with some drug. "Soooo you're saying that it is vamp blood? Or just that you're pretty little sniffer thinks it smells?" "I know human blood. That isn't it. Draw whatever conclusion you want from it, but don't bring that stuff near me again," Teddy responded, letting his head drop onto his hands. "It's not like I go around to vampires asking if I can sniff them or anything. Thankfully, I have better hobbies than that." Watching cartoons for one. Or stacking playing cards. "Right. Knit any good scarfs lately?" Casey wasn't expecting an answer. He's interest was focused on the vial in his hand. It wasn't human blood. That didn't mean that it wasn't animal blood. There was only one sure way to be sure. Before he could think any harder on it, Casey popped the cap off the vial and dashed the contents down his throat. The moment it did he was sure that he was going to gag. Casey lept up off of the chair and grabbed the nearest drink, getting a protest from the owner in return. That was until the smaller man got an eye full of Casey and decided to let him have the drink. "Oh shit that stuff is nasty." "WHAT ARE YOU --" But even in trying to snatch the vial out of Casey's hand, it was too late. Teddy looked between the emptied container and Casey with a hint of pure bemusement scribbles haphazardly across his features. He hadn't the foggiest what vampire blood actually did. Surely nothing good if Casey had to come down and bother about investigating. "Uh... hey... are you..." Teddy bit his lip, suddenly regretting that he never really learned the Heimlich maneuver because suspicion would definitely rest on his shoulders if Casey suddenly dropped without warning. Not that the Heimlich would do any good, but it was the effort, right? "Are you going to drop dead on me now? I would thank you not to. I uh... Casey?" "If that's the real thing to then it better have some damn good effects cause that shit is nasty," Casey complained while he sat back down, his free drink sitting down on the bar counter in front of them. So far he felt fine. No buzz, no nothing. No instant gratification here. A few minutes ticked by and Casey was ready to call it fake when all of a sudden WHAM! Everything was in technicolor. He could see the detail in the wood used to make the bar. He could see that the woman down at the other end of the bar was wearing a light hint of vanilla. A laugh from a cross the building sounded like it was right behind him and had Casey whipping his head around to see. "Casey?" Teddy tried again, noticing an extra twitchy-ness in the man now. "Did you just intentionally drug yourself? Because while I think getting hammered drunk is generally all right to do here, I don't know about anything more..." And further more, thought Teddy, who even DOES that? Aside from Casey, apparently. And what were the side effects of vampire's blood, anyway? For a human wouldn't mixing vampire blood in mean... "Oh, my God," Teddy started again, shifting off his seat and stepping away. "You're going to start sucking everyone dry, aren't you? You're contagious now, aren't you?!" Teddy's carrying on was...load, and it drew Casey's attention. Everyone of his newly heightened senses zoned in on the werewolf. Things were a level playing field at the moment. Casey was pretty sure he could pull out a gun and drop Teddy before Teddy even suspected things. He could see this being a dangerous drugs to human hunters wanting a bit of an extra something to help them against beings that had the advantage. "What the hell!? Who just took the drug here? Me or you cause you sure seem like you're the one tripping." Though Casey himself was feeling a heady sense of being all powerful. "What the hell is right! What the hell were you thinking? You waltz in here with vampire blood, try to make me heave with it, then you down it, and now you're trying to tell me that I'm the one off his rocker? Seriously, where is Max? You stay right there!" It wasn't so much a request, either, as before Casey could move, Teddy bolted. Surprisingly quick when in a panic, he was ducking between the usual crowd hoping to find a familiar face -- be it Max's or Gideon's. Well this was just perfect. Wolf boy was off and running. It was a strange experience for Casey, being able to smell the panic coming off of Teddy and all. Then before he thought twice about it, he was up and following Teddy with speed he hadn't known before. He was catching up. Then he was diving across the room and tackling into Teddy. "Max? Ma -- UGGGHFFFPH!!!" And so collided Casey collided with Teddy's right shoulder, and given the sheer momentum owed to the other's weight, Teddy had little chance to counter. The two went down between a line of chairs, Teddy hitting ground first and sprawling out on the floor, pressing himself down into it and away from Casey who seemed to be very awkwardly on top in the mess. "What is wrong with you, man?! You crazy, raving, Loony McLoonersonCRAZYPANTS! AND THAT..." A pause. Teddy's face warped with a scowl, then a whole different sort of panic set in bordering on absolute terror. His voice cracked, though he didn't even pretend to play it off. "Had better not be your... hand on my leg... seriously, get off!" "What the hell are you two doing!?" The shout came from towards the back of the bar. A few moment later a tall, dark figure stood over the pair. As Casey rolled off of Teddy, he seen that it was Gideon. They were in trouble now. "If you two wanna play some freaky sex game, take it somewhere else. I don't wanna see that shit. Now if it was two lesbians...," Gideon trailed off while waiting for the pair to explain themselves. Casey sat up, dusting him self off a bit, before pointing a finger at Teddy. "It's all his fault." Crazy werewolf freaking out like he had. You drink a little vamp blood around someone and they go all psycho on you. Teddy opted to remain on the ground, which was, as it went, the farthest place from Gideon and from Casey. "My fault says Vlad the Impaler over here! I think my left lung is broken, by the way." He closed his eyes. It was slightly more soothing to see only darkness than Casey and Gideon looking down at him. That was sort of thing of nightmares. "Gideon, if Max asks, I died nobly. Saving a kid that ran across the street -- got hit myself. I don't know. You're good with words. You'll find the right ones." "Vlad the Impaler? I swear you're the one tripping! I'm not a freaking vampire," Casey shouted a little too load. If everyone in the bar hadn't been looking they were not. Being a Saturday it was a bit busy. Both things that meant by tomorrow morning the whole town would know about this little 'mix up'. Just they're luck people would be calling it a lover tiff. Gideon had no clue what was going. Only that he had two idiots currently on his floor. "What are you two morons going on about? Vlad? You two groping on the floor? Did someone slip something in your beer cause you two are acting more idiotic then usual. Which is scary when you think about it." His arms folded over his chest as he waited for them to explain, all the while the look on his face was one a parent would get a child when scolding them. "He!" Teddy pointed to Casey. "Drank!" One hand shot up for dramatics. "Vampire blood!" Two hands, then, because it was as much a big finish as doable from the floor. It seemed further explanation was not needed. They were the bare facts and quite telling of the plight. Aside from the fact that Gideon seemed to be advertising to the bar at large that groping was involved in the accidental spill. That was a bit of a plight all on its own. Teddy felt his dignity sink even lower than he was on the ground. It was a sad state of affairs. "You...are...an...IDIOT," Gideon shouted out at Casey. Something that Casey was sure his head was going to explode from. He didn't see how wolf boy dealt with. With a groan, Casey fell back and joined Teddy on the floor. "I had to much sure it was the real thing before I go busting the guy. You got some punk dealing drugs, including vamp blood, in your town." Well this was an interesting evening, he had to admit. "Oh and can you tell dog breath over there that I'm not a vampire now." By now people where inching closer to get a better view. Right now it was pretty easy to hear what was going on. "And you mean to tell me there isn't a better way than just upending the whole thing in your gob?" Teddy retorted, now finding some height by propping his upper body on his elbows. "You were staring at that woman over there like you were about to tear her a new one! What am I supposed to think?!" All right, so it was more a fast glance on Casey's part, but given the instant line drawn from vampire blood to chomping into people's necks, it wasn't completely wrong to assume such a thing. "You're not exactly Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows. Like I'm supposed to just sit there and wait for something to happen?" He turned to Gideon for a brief moment, then turned away. Gideon was a level of scary that Casey couldn't even match. Teddy eyed his shoes balefully. "You are an idiot," Gideon told Casey again just in case he hadn't heard him the first time. Then he turned his attention to Teddy. Which might have been the product have Teddy not watching his attention on him. "You are also an idiot. Did you see him slit his wrist then down some vampire blood? No, then how could a little blood make him one?" He was just thankful that this was Mysteria. Anywhere else and someone would have been calling the loony bin on them. As it was half the bar thought them nuts talking about vampires and blood. It was just that they were used to such weirdness and didn't see it as anymore than the crazy half of the residents acting up. Casey glared over at Teddy. "Next time I'll spike your drink with it save myself the trouble," he muttered. "And just because you might look at someone and think of ripping them a new one doesn't mean everyone else does." Oh yeah, there was some brotherly love going on in the bar. The vampire blood seemed to be making Casey for irritable and combative than he normally was. Teddy's expression fell even further. He didn't ask for this. He only came to see Max, leech off the charity of the bar, read some papers, and maybe talk to that cute girl sitting in the back that was presently giving him a look of mixed pity and disapproval. "I'm... I'm going to go back over there and... yeah." Looking up proved that almost all the patron's eyes were upon the trio in the middle of the floor. Teddy gathered himself back up to full height, which really helped none for being so tall tended to make him an easy stand-out. Gideon went back into the back rooms, mumbling something about being surrounded by idiots. Things were back to usual there. Casey stayed where he was on the floor for now. There was something interesting about being down there. Okay, so that was probably the vamp blood talking. A few moments later he became a rug as he was walked over by the other half of Team Parker. A moment later a glass was placed in Teddy's hand. Casey groaned as he found himself stomped on. "That's for picking on my brother," Max scolded before giving Casey another stomp for the hell of it. No one picked on her brother and got away with it. No one but her anyway. "Sorry, I had to clean up a mess in the storage room. Let me leave for a few minutes and everything goes crazy." Teddy merely watched, biting his lip and releasing it only to take a drain of the drink Max handed off. Surely that was going to be a point of conversation come Christmas dinner. 'Hey Teddy, remember when you were manhandled by Casey and your sister beat him up for you?' Good old Max, but something told Teddy that he ought to mind that particular fact the next time his and Casey's paths crossed. When it came down to it, there really wasn't anything immensely useful about being a cursed werewolf. Teddy wasn't any better a fighter for it and without Max to back him up, he'd most likely lose against a heavyweight like Casey. Only another risk to living in Mysteria, he supposed. When it seemed Max had dealt out enough pain, he mouthed a 'thank you' and raised his glass. "I mean... not that I didn't have the situation handled," he added once she was closer and swiftly raised his glass again to hide the uncertain squiggle of his mouth from view. "Of course you did," Max reasurred Teddy. She lead him back to spot at the bar and hopped up in the chair that Casey had cleared off. "I'm sure you were about to eat his face before I showed up. Would teach him a lesson." The groan from the floor said that Casey had learned a lesson anyway. There was reason Max loved the boots she had on. The heavy heal on them was perfected for kicking ass. Not that sweet little Max would do something like...okay so her horns were showing. Slipping back to his usual demeanor from the throes of OH-MY-GOD-I'M-GONNA-DIE, Teddy settled with ease back into his seat. "Oh, sure. Max, I was this --" He held up his point and thumb to indicate. "--close. I had him. Only feigned back down for his sake. You have to be extra careful around types like Casey, so I took the high road. I said to myself, 'Teddy, you're a better man than that.' True story. I was there, I should know." She probably knew -- if not by her mind powers, than by just living with him for years -- that he was full of it. Still, there was relief in the change of company. Speaking of which... Teddy looked over his shoulder at the still-grounded form of Casey. "Hey, should we uh... at least move him so no one trips?" "Nah, he might a nice throw rug," Max point out as her eyes followed Teddy's. She didn't call him on his bullshit. He had earned it. Casey was just lucky that he wasn't normally just a big jerk, otherwise he'd be having nightmares for a month thanks to Max. Then as if he knew his fate was being discussed, which he did thanks to the vamp blood that still had him pumped up, Casey picked himself up off the floor. "I'll...uh...just be going," he said as he looked around and noticed a few people eyeing him. "Before your sister kicks my ass," Casey added under his breath. Max might have been the reason a lot of guys choose to drink at The Last Round, but it was well know that you didn't mess with her. It wasn't just because her brother might bite you. It was because Max herself would find a way to bend you over her knee and skin you. "Why," Teddy started, observing Casey running out the door, "Can't all women be like you? I'd never have to worry about being bullied again. Er -- if I was being bullied. It wasn't... I mean, I was definitely holding my ground." He rubbed his thumb over the surface of his glass silently. Then added, "In my own way." "...So! Team Parker is reunited. I think this calls for something that doesn't involve talking about Casey! Like... how my breath doesn't smell like a dog's. It doesn't, right? Not that I'm self-conscious like that, but if someone should have called me say... dogbreath... no truth to it, yeah? Because I was about to try and make a good impression on that lovely lady in the far corner and I'd rather not convey the connotations of having been, you know, licking my rear end or something." Max grinned at her brother. He could be so adorable at times, even if he was a bit dorky at the same time. It was part of his charm. "You're breath only smells like a dog's the morning after," she pointed out. "Right now you're good to go." While trying to look like she wasn't looking, she looked at the girl in the fair corner. She was pretty. When Max turned her attention back to Teddy, she gave him a thumbs up. "All right, then, we are go," Teddy replied, taking a final moment to finish off his drink. Max's approval only served to lift his spirits. "If I'm not home tonight... don't worry, all right?" As he took a step toward the lonely woman, he was already formulating a plan. Today seemed to be pointing toward playing up the victim role. She definitely seemed the type swayed by those particular feelings of the heart. At least something good might come of Casey's barging into his life and a date might be just that something. |