Sebastian Dietrich (blood_noir) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-07-17 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | july 2011, robert mathis, sebastian dietrich |
Who: Sebastian and Mathis
What: I spy with my little eye... something wicked
When: July, 22, Friday (forward-dated)
Where: Three blocks away from the UMBRIA the Nightclub
Rating: High for violence
One shot, two shots, three shots – floor. At least, that was the case for someone, unfortunately. It’s amusing how some believe they can hold their liquor when clear evidence suggests otherwise, and the way they’re irresponsible with their behavior; reckless without a care. Sebastian loved it. And that was one of the many reasons why he loved the nightlife of Boston. The others were not all that important, but it gave him some entertainment.
Unlike all the other drunken idiots surrounding him - one giggling his ear off like a banshee - he was one of the many few who took his time with drinks and knew when to stop. He knew what could happen if the liver were given prolonged exposure to any amount of alcohol, be it beer or say vodka. Sebastian put on a show as if he was wasted with the rest of them, even though he had one shot of vodka and two bottles of beer later. His eyes were lingering on one specific creature that was far too gone to even remember where she lived after being asked several times. This was far too easy. It was nowhere near closing time when he finally got her to come with him, having to keep her up on her feet by his arm wrapped around her waist. His five foot and ten inches for height really came in handy, though he didn’t care if she broke her heel or her ankle for that matter. He could help her out or cause even more pain; it all depended upon his mood at the time.
The woman was babbling on and on about nonsense that he couldn’t clearly hear, but he was smiling at her the whole time and stumbling with her when she did, then laughing because it was clearly funny in the intoxicated girl’s mind. “We should go this way. Didn’t you say your apartment was this way?” he asked, pointing up the street as they continued in the direction. The girl took her time answering him, giggling like a maniac on crack before she finally gave the normal drunken answer of “I don’t know – maybe?” Dropping her where she stood now looked more and more appealing than what he thought of doing with her in the beginning of the night, but as they drew closer to the park there was a sliver of a thought that would make the maddest man quiver in his boots. His current companion was tossed on the closest park bench – her laughing the whole time – and as he looked around to see if they were in the clear or not, two shaky hands came up toward his belt. Sebastian’s reflexes kicked in the second he felt his space had been invaded, grabbing ahold the spidery fingers and shoving them away before leaning in a little and giving her a childish punishment of a slow, wagging finger in front of her face. “Tsk, tsk, be good.”
Of course, she didn’t listen. She laughed at it, as if he was playing with her. Sebastian was in no mood to play anymore, not when he dragged the wrong piece of game out with him. Those spidery fingers came up once again, wiggling their way toward his belt with purpose and not taking a “no” for an answer. Well, this time, Sebastian didn’t swat her hands away. He was… nice enough to clench at her jaw from underneath and shove her back against the bench with force as he tiled her head back so she was looking at him better. “You’re not being good,” he said in a non-slurring tone, calming even, when he clearly wasn’t being gentle with the way his fingers dug into her jawbone. The girl tried to pry his hand off by grabbing at his arm, but it did nothing besides make him smile. Plus, her little whine was doing her no good. “I was actually thinking of letting you go, but… you clearly need to sober up. So, shall we play?” His head tilted down a little and out came that sinister, shark-like grin. As her eyes grew wider, the anticipation of the night blossomed once again, and he was unhinging his hand from her jaw only to come back down and run a finger down the length of her throat. “Open up your larynx for me.” It didn’t take her long to follow command.