Re: Headed TO THE BAR (Vanessa, Idris, open)
"By all means, Sheriff--do your best. Or your worst." Idris grinned, but there was more than a hint of malice in his expression; had he seen his reflection in a mirror at that very moment, it would've been unrecognizable as his own--even had he removed his costume mask. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of tension in their small party's corner of the bar, and had Vanessa not been sitting inbetween him and Victor, there was no telling what might have happened. Idris knew he wasn't in his right mind from the amount of liquor he'd consumed, but there was something else constantly pushing at him, goading him along just as much as he kept picking at Victor, to see if the other man would snap.
He felt like getting up, pushing away from the bar, and shoving (or stumbling) his way through the crowd and out of CASKET, to see if that would help lessen any the hushed urgings he kept hearing, feeling, in the core of his being. (Or was it really his being, he asked himself for not the first time tonight.) Shaking his head slightly, as if to clear his mind of these strange thoughts that he still insisted were caused by drunkeness, Idris brought himself back into the conversation between his two companions.
Or forced, rather. Forced was a much nicer way to put it.
"I didn't take you for the kind of girl that let any man into her slippers. Could've told me that from the start, would've saved me a lot of heartache." Idris said brazenly to Vanessa, leaning towards her in a conspiratorial fashion, the darker undertones to his words as clear as day. He gave her a pointed look, almost as if there had been a far different relationship of sorts between the two of them. His eyes shifted to Victor, and he barely checked the sarcasm which coated his words. "You have no idea how close we are, Sheriff, and maybe that's for the best. It'd be a shame for a law abiding man like yourself to have committed such a crime. A stain on your perfect record."
Idris downed the shot placed in front of him, barely tasting the drink; there was a distinct feeling of bitterness, jealousy, that had curled up rather comfortably in the pit of his stomach, as if Victor had hit one of his sore spots. Ultimately it made no sense, and he did his best to shake off his irksome mood. The excited and cheerful babble of the crowd seemed to bring him back to reality, gave him something else to fixate upon instead of the displaced thoughts which collided with one another in his mind. Vanessa mentioning her smoke detector helped somewhat, too. When he spoke to her again, his tone was far more amicable than it'd previously been.
"I remember that, yeah. Woke me up from a dead sleep and I had to change the batteries. Should've been there, Vic. You would've gotten quite an eyeful--maybe more than just her slippers." He winked at the other man, as if to show he was no longer agitated about the previous banter that had gone on between him and Vanessa, the implications put forward by the two of them in jest.