sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ (sanguineus) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-05-27 08:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | sebastian sullivan, seth murphy |
Who: Sebastian & Seth
What: The bartender screws up tequila shots, and Seb makes a friend
When: Saturday night
Where: Reverence
Rating: Low!
Status: Complete
Seth Murphy wasn’t shy. The exact opposite in fact, he was everything you might want or need to be as an Incubus and tattoo artist, but it all worked in his favour as it meant he was never lacking in meals or money. Tonight was another prime example of the fact as he’d strapped on his leather jacket and got his hair just right along with having the most intoxicating cologne that a guy could wear and was throwing himself into the busy crowds of Reverence. His jacket checked in meant he was left clad in sinfully tight jeans and a v-neck dark t-shirt which did nothing to cover up the myriad of tattoos all over his skin and confidence which he most definitely wore as a second skin. The same confidence which had carried him through the dancefloor and in the direction of the bar where with a slow sultry grin he grabbed the attention of the barmaid who immediately flocked to him in a way moths did to a flame. “Hey, can I get a couple shots?” “Sure,” she replied, apparently oblivious to the other patrons who were still clamouring for her attention. “What were you looking for?” Seth tapped his ringed fingers against the bar as he swayed between the choices available before he turned his head to catch the attention of the vampire to his right. “What would you suggest?” What the actual fuck? Someone was talking to him. No one ever talked to Sebastian - not in a place like this, where the lights looked better suited for a UFO and the themes of ‘excess’ and ‘freedom’ clashed horribly with the drops of acid that colored his world, his tone, his perceptions. So why was he here, you ask? Well. Daniel told him about it, and he wanted to at least say he’d been in order to tell his sire what he thought of it. So far, it actually wasn’t terrible though he wasn’t great at ‘loosening up,’ as one might say. Dark eyes, the sky before a derecho assaulted land, shifted toward the person who had spoken to him. An incubus, Sebastian could tell - the scent of sex and pheromones, and spice that tickled the nose, it was prominent to him. He usually stayed away from succubi and incubi - he didn’t have anything they would want, no life force to sustain them, so he assumed they wouldn’t waste their time with him anyway. He wasn’t the most sexual person to begin with, since he didn’t relish the idea of letting someone see him with walls down - and you had to let the walls down at least a little, for that sort of thing. “A Blowjob,” he responded casually - it was so serious though, could you tell he was joking? But then he added his real recommendation, even if shots weren’t usually his thing (he was drinking a dirty martini now, go figure). “There’s one called Tres Generaciones. It feels like electricity as it goes down.” Trust him, stranger, it was good. Well, somebody was talking to him, Seth to be exact. He didn’t subscribe to the normative views of the rest of his species as he didn’t regard everybody as food and he knew there was definite merit to vampires given how long they lived and the power they held in the supernatural community. He had a couple with whom he shared his time, blood, and bed with. He was an Incubus, sex was as natural to him as breathing was to humans and feeding was to vampires. “If you were really interested with a face like yours I don’t think you’d find getting one hard,” he returned with a flirtatious grin accompanied with a wink before he turned back to the barmaid. “I’ll have what he just recommended.” The barmaid chuckled and nodded. “Alright, one of those… french sounding drinks coming right up.” “Seth,” he offered as he extended his non silver ringed fingers out towards the other. Sebastian didn’t really blush, he tended to think he was immune to such things, but he was close to proving himself wrong. “Thanks?” he chuckled lowly, picking up his drink to focus on that instead - the cloudiness of it, the salt and the olive. And speaking of the garnish, he plucked the swizzle stick from the glass, sliding off the garnish with his teeth - it was his favorite part, when all the liquor had soaked into it. Made it a lot tastier. Alcohol didn’t do much for him - he’d need to drink multiple kegs to even feel drunk - but he still liked the various nuances he picked up on. Though the bartender and the phrase ‘French-sounding drinks’ made him blanch a bit, but honestly, the shots were difficult to fuck up. It was just tequila, salt, and lemon. But the tequila was the shining star, robust and smooth. “I’m Sebastian,” he introduced himself, shaking the hand that was offered to him. Seth, apparently - well, he was quite striking in terms of looks, Sebastian would admit. “I just moved to town,” he added. Could you tell he didn’t come here often? “I don’t usually go to bars like this.” “Oh, it was definitely a compliment,” Seth assured him with a further grin that was completed by teeth with a slightly sharper edge gifted in birth rather than by any other means. He did bite back on an amused chuckle when he watched Sebastian pale even further when it was clear the barmaid had absolutely no clue. A clearing of his throat dislodge the tickle at the back of his throat and he feigned shock but his eyes gave him away, light bright and glittering with mirth and all kinds of mischief. “You don’t? I never would have guessed.” “I’m pretty obvious.” Even Sebastian had to laugh at himself, because what the fuck was he doing here? Maybe he could get away with calling it a social experiment. “I’m a businessman too, I’m sure that also is obvious,” he added, and considering he was dressed to the nines, pressed everything and gold cufflinks, a silk tie as the crowning glory. Much different than Seth. Who appeared to be far more...casual. “But I enjoy a decent cocktail lounge, if you have any other recommendations.” Something quieter, perhaps? His enhanced hearing meant he didn’t need to be on top of someone to pick up on what they were saying, but still. Seth chuckled and reached up to lightly touch the silk toe adorning Sebastian’s neck and as he did his cologne which was like a fresh ocean breeze with a touch of sandalwood could be smelt though depending on what Sebastian found more attractive that would be the scent he’d catch. It wasn’t conscious, just something Seth did, body reacting instinctively to the company and world around him. They were after all creatures rather than anything else. “I know somewhere,” he said with a smile as he passed a thumb over the silk. “It’s quieter and less filled with people. Might be more your scene.” He withdrew his hand to collect the shot now delivered to him by the barmaid who honestly didn’t look sure at all. He eyed her through his lashes and his lips curled into an amused smile. “You don’t seem real confident about this.” Seabreeze and sandalwood Sebastian caught, just with that simple gesture, but he also caught something else - weirdly enough, it was cinnamon. On an unconscious level, the scent appealed to him though he wouldn’t have been able to tell you why - perhaps because it was warm, and he was anything but. The aroma was all of a sudden there, infiltrating his senses, something like he’d find in a spice drawer - uplifting and oh so classic. Again, weird. The tip of his tongue touched one of his fangs, which seemed to water in craving - in the back of his mind he knew it was some kind of incubus thing, but he didn’t really care. It was working, whatever it was. “You’re right, that would be more my scene,” he agreed. “If you want to show me sometime, I wouldn’t complain - “ Alright, and what the hell was this? A bartender who couldn’t handle pouring shots of tequila? Maybe she was so flustered by Seth’s raw sexuality she got all kerflummoxed. “...it’s really just picking the right kind of tequila,” he assured her. “Uh. Well, down the hatch, I guess?” They’d see how it truly turned out - if the zing of an electrical jolt wasn’t there going down, then the tequila was obviously some imitation brand. Sebastian smirked over at Sebastian. “I’d be happy to show you sometime.” He eyed the shot and glanced over the top of the glass at the barmaid who was most definitely worrying her lower lip. “Bottoms up.” The Incubus tipped the glass to his lips and knocked the alcohol back smoothly and efficiently and strong as it was there was a definite lack of… electricity. “Well, that was… disappointing. Like sex without an orgasm.” He swept his tongue over his lower lip and drew it back into the depths of his mouth. “Pretty sure it isn’t your fault, just working with what you have,” he assured the barmaid. What a shame. Sebastian clucked his tongue in disapproval, but oh well, couldn’t win them all. At least this place got a dirty martini right - if that had also been a hack job, he would have been highly irritated. “Sex without an orgasm, interesting comparison,” he huffed a laugh over the edge of his glass. Or maybe sex with an orgasm, but it just wasn’t as mindblowing as you’d hoped - kind of like ‘oh, that was it?’ Either way, a let down. Maybe it wasn’t a total wash, however. Even grim and cold creatures such as he could find the silver lining somewhere. “I guess that means I have to take you to a place that does them correctly?” he suggested. “In return for the cocktail lounge rec.” The shot glass was placed down on the bar and Seth chuckled at Sebastian’s comparison. “Not something I’ve ever had any complaints about,” he assured the vampire with a twinkle in the depths of his blue eyes. You really were fucked (and not in the fun way) if you were bad in bed as a living breathing sex demon. “I guess it does,” he countered easily with a smile. For some reason, Sebastian believed that - an incubus would never receive any complaints in that department, would they? He was now a little curious, he had to admit. And wondering if that blood was also red-hot and cinnamon too. “I have a feeling you’re not just boasting,” he chuckled lightly. Nope, Seth probably had the experience to back up those claims - Seb also wondered how old he was; he knew incubi tended to live a very long time, too. “But, hm, alright - “ He found his wallet, pulling out a business card. And wrote his personal cell phone number on the back, because the card just listed his professional number - like fuck he was giving away the personal line to his average client. “I’ll find a place that has the right electricity, just let me know when you want to go.” You know what they said about curiosity, didn’t you? Killed the cat but then satisfaction brought it back so all in all it wasn’t such a bad thing to give in and let your curiosity run rampant. He took the business card with a smile and flipped it around to see the scribbled personal cell phone number, teeth catching on a lower lip before he made a point of slipping it away in his pocket. “I’ll be sure to do that and seeing as I still need to show you that cocktail bar…” His voice trailed off and Seth helped himself to the barmaid’s pen which he promptly turned over in his long fingers before he rather unceremoniously helped himself to Sebastian’s hand, his touch was like a brand in contrast to the cool skin now in his grasp. “Seems only fair I return the favour.” A set of digits were marked down on the palm of Sebastian’s hand and the Incubus with a slow reaching grin that spoke of promises took his leave of the vampire with a wink and lingering touch. “Call me sometime.” |