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tubthumping - Dantalion - 10-07-2024
[say]"Okay but listen."[/say] Danta, three cocktails in already and counting, is lining up the next round of drinks on the bar for them to enjoy. [say]"I'm not saying I could take an ursur in a fight. I'm just saying that I'd look really good with an ursur fur."[/say] He doesn't know how they got onto the subject, exactly, and given that he'd also taken the two shots he'd promised Charlie he'd have as penance for something he can't remember, he's well on his way to losing this bet already.
Standing behind the bar (he's insisted to the bartender on duty that he's going to be playing the role for Charlie and Asta), Danta's measurements are almost definitely skewed towards making the drinks stronger rather than weaker, but hey, he always adds a sugar rim and a bunch of cherries, so that ought to balance it all out, right?
RE: tubthumping - Astaroth - 10-07-2024
“[say]Mm, if you were at that point in your bloodlust, I imagine you could take one.[/say]” Asta points out, sleeves rolled up enough that as he sets the latest drained drink down (he’s on three drinks and a shot thus far and feeling very warm and fuzzy), he takes a moment to inspect his arm, pointing out a few pinprick of scars that would barely be noticeable amongst the rest. “[say]You scarred me last time.[/say]” Comes the accented whine, right on the heels of how he tilts to face Charlie, extending out his arm to point at the pale little marks.
There’s really nothing to complain about, given how much worse he had it on the scarring front, but it was still fun to whine about it when he has a chance to.
It’s with his arm still extended that the butcher inclines his head toward Danta. “[say]However, white may wash you out, darling, you’re already so pale. Why not a darker shade?[/say]” He could accent it with Ursur fur, he supposes. But now that he’s thinking about it, he also would very much like to see the Maverick in a fur coat, and the lingering look toward him screams as much. While typically he’d do his best to keep his long looks well masked, it’s difficult to manage it when he’s already this drunk.
RE: tubthumping - Charlie - 10-08-2024
[say]"Gasp."[/say] Pouting up at Asta to convey the depths of her sympathy for all he's had to endure, Charlie runs her fingertip against the delicate teeth marks on his arm before tutting disapprovingly at Danta. [say]"Naughty naughty."[/say] She purrs, though her tone has a distinct lack of criticism. No doubt they've all left their fair share of scars, and based on what little she's seen of the butcher thus far, the imprints of Danta's fangs on his arm likely hardly even register in comparison with the rest of him. Still, it's always fun to tease the Maverick and the way Charlie's blue eyes shine with affectionate mischief say as much.
Despite the way the room is beginning to sway of its own accord, Charlie does her best to keep the butcher and Maverick in her line of sight, rather adoring the looks that pass between them. No doubt the boys think that they're being as coy and reserved as they normally attempt to be, but the alcohol has certainly affected how they seem to perceive time if their prolonged stares are anything to go by.
[say]"If you're set on the material, we could always dye it."[/say] The priestess suggests as she reaches for her drink. Sipping hers through a straw so as not to ruin her lipstick, she raises her eyebrows, glancing back and forth between her companions as she drains the last of her cocktail.
RE: tubthumping - Dantalion - 10-08-2024
[say]"Hey, first of all,"[/say] Danta sasses, garnishing their next round with cherries (Charlie gets at least five of them in her glass), [say]"I was a lava wyrm when I bit you. Those scars barely count."[/say] He waves off the little pale outline of teeth he can (sort of) see in the crook of Asta's arm, slumping back down onto his barstool and giving his cocktail a stir with a finger. [say]"And second, I happen to look great in white, so go fuck yourself."[/say]
Fishing out a cherry of his own with the same finger, he bites into it with an air of victory, though quite what he's won and how is well beyond the Maverick by this point. Still, the idea of dyeing the ursur fur isn't a bad one, and he tilts his head toward Charlie as if to ask for further details. [say]"What colour would suit do you think? Some stormy grey, or blood red?"[/say]
RE: tubthumping - Astaroth - 10-08-2024
The warmth of Charlie’s fingertips brushing across the very faintly there scars add to the butcher’s already radiating body heat, and it’s with his attention flitting to Danta as he finishes up the drinks and offers his own sass back, the butcher pulls his arm back in toward him with a roll of his eyes. “[say]I happen to think you look best in gold, red, or black.[/say]” He drawls, retrieving his drink that has less cherries in it than Charlie’s.
Luckily he’s busy counting them to hear Danta’s acceptance of Charlie’s mention to dye it, that he doesn’t pop up with an immediate complaint. Instead, he takes a sip of the cocktail, tongue swiping away the sugar rim before he responds — leaning toward their priestess to do so. “[say]Dark red. Like… A mahogany hue?[/say]” He suggests, peeling his gaze away from the blonde to look over at Charlie curiously while his tail winds around the leg of his barstool.
RE: tubthumping - Charlie - 10-08-2024
Quite how Charlie is managing to stay so comparably sober is anyone's guess. Perhaps her tolerance really is as high as Danta had thought it would be despite her size, maybe such a thing was required of priestesses back in the day. Maybe when she excuses herself to go to the backroom she's actually shifting into a creature with a far higher metabolism in order to process the alcohol faster, or maybe she's cheating somehow. Whatever it is, despite the slightly drunken way her eyes follow the boy's hands and mouths, for the most part, Charlie doesn't seem at risk of falling off of her stool or worse, losing the bet.
[say]"Aww, you don't mean that."[/say] Laughing, Charlie tilts her head to the side and lifts her brows; no doubt if the butcher did go and fuck himself, the Maverick would be positively inconsolable. [say]"I actually think plum."[/say] Waving her tail lazily, Charlie pushes one of her curls off of her shoulder before leaning against the bar in order to better appraise the Maverick. [say]"Or maybe closer to a jewel tone, like amethyst. I think it'd bring out his eyes."[/say] She hums, before glancing toward Asta for his take.
Accepting her drink with a trill of appreciation, the priestess stabs one of the cherries with her straw before popping it into her mouth. [say]"Can you tie the stem with your tongue?"[/say] She wonders, her blue gaze dancing between the two larger ancients as she grins.
RE: tubthumping - Dantalion - 10-08-2024
Quite when the conversation went from I could take down an ursur to Danta and his jewel tones is beyond the Maverick, but he hardly cares, especially as Charlie leans forward to appraise him. Straightening up (wobbily) with his drink in hand, whoever is going to win their little bet, it's becoming increasingly clear that it is not Danta. At least one shot ahead of both of them and without a colossal shift to slip into and burn off the alcohol, it won't take long at all by this point before he's passed out under a table somewhere.
But not quite yet.
[say]"I don't think I've ever worn purple,"[/say] he admits. [say]"Maybe I'll try it."[/say] Ah, but then they're on to cherry stems and what their tongues can do, the Maverick scoffing and popping another cherry into his mouth. [say]"I can - usually,"[/say] he says, the caveat being that he's increasingly wasted as time goes on and he has no idea what shape the stem will form at this point. [say]"I bet you can tie yours into a heart,"[/say] he challenges the priestess - and wouldn't you know it, he's accidentally swallowed his cherry, stem and all.
RE: tubthumping - Astaroth - 10-08-2024
Purple is distinctly a thought he’s never once had when it came to Danta, and it’s clear as the butcher straightens up and looks over to the Maverick as if inspecting it, imagining it in all sorts of varieties. “[say]Oooh.[/say]” He croons, nodding to give Charlie his acceptance over such a thought. He even flashes her a wide shark toothed grin as she seeks out his attention. “[say]Yes.[/say]” He agrees softly.
Ah but then talk of tying a cherry stem into a knot is something that he doesn’t expect and he glances between the two blondes as he considers it. “[say]I… I don’t think I have ever tried?[/say]” Here his carefully crafted demeanor and accent start to wobble, edging more into that rougher Whitebrim tone. He takes one sip of his drink and then fishes a cherry out, eating the sweet fruit before he tries, carefully trying to both not slice his tongue on his teeth or cut through the stem as he maneuvers it around in his mouth.
Oh and he succeeds, not without failure, though. And he reaches up to pull the knotted cherry stem out, humming a laugh as his fingertips come away with a touch of blood. “[say]Alright, well, that was a fun attempt.[/say]” He says, nose wrinkling as the knotted cherry stem bursts into flame within his fingers.
RE: tubthumping - Charlie - 10-08-2024
As the priestess peers at the Maverick, she imagines him in a tight corset of amethyst and leather with a silk wrap loosely coiled around his shoulders. It wasn't the outfit she'd put him in if (when) she won their little bet, but she did think he'd look stunning in something of both that colour and cut. [say]"Maybe we'll have to go shopping,"[/say] Charlie whispers conspiratorily to Asta, her nose crinkling affectionately before she's leaning back as cherries at being fondled.
Tilting her head back, Charlie places an entire cherry on her tongue before closing her lips with unsurprising sensuality around the stem. Her cheeks grow adorably round as the cherry moves around inside of her mouth, and after a single swallow, she pulls out—you guessed it, Danta—a heart, as well as a perfectly clean cherry pit. [say]"Taddaaa!"[/say] She laughs, placing both on the counter before her lips droop in a frown to see the blood on Asta's fingers.
[say]"Oh no!"[/say] Her pout becomes a warm chime of laughter as she peers around the butcher, her blue eyes fixed on the Maverick. [say]"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"[/say] Charlie wonders. [say]"I think he probably needs someone to kiss it better."[/say]
RE: tubthumping - Dantalion - 10-08-2024
While Charlie and Asta plan their secret shopping trip, Danta is - perhaps luckily - none the wiser, given that he's busy trying to find the cherry he's forgotten he'd accidentally swallowed. Peering into the drink where there's nothing but alcohol staring back at him, it's with a defeated shrug to himself that the Maverick reaches for the glass, settling on a long sip of the cocktail instead.
By the time he's setting the glass down, Asta has produced a successful if not bloody cherry stem knot, and Charlie has gone one step further to his utter delight. [say]"Gods your tongue is amazing,"[/say] he purrs to her with a wicked bob of his eyebrows, but before he can ask her to tie more shapes (or do something else entirely), the little priestess is drawing attention to the tang of iron in the air and on the butcher's lips.
[say]"I doubt it,"[/say] Danta responds, when it comes to whether he and Charlie are thinking the same thing (the Maverick's thoughts are a flood of cherry stems, blood, Charlie's tongue and Asta's hands) but he eventually catches her drift, blue eyes widening. [say]"Oh! I can do that,"[/say] he announces, smiling wolfishly across at Asta and shifting as if to lean across the bar for that very kiss - only to slip right off his barstool to crash to the floor out of view.
RE: tubthumping - Astaroth - 10-08-2024
“[say]Immediately.[/say]” Asta practically purrs to Charlie’s offer. After all, they still need to go scent shopping as well. What better than a combination?
But then he’s very focused on tying that knot with the cherry stem, slicing his tongue in the process, so much so that he doesn’t comment on Danta’s praise to Charlie initially, not before he’s showing the knot before promptly letting it burn (and to ash away the blood on his fingers). It’s enough time for her to peer around him toward Danta, snorting at the fact they likely weren’t thinking the same thing (at most times Danta’s mind is an enigma to him, and truthfully he enjoys that so much. He never knows what to expect rolling around in there).
“[say]Mm? Oh—[/say]” Asta starts to say, leaning toward Danta as he promptly falls off the barstool. The butcher lurches slightly toward him, trying to reign in a surprised laugh as his tail unwinds from the barstool and he swipes away the blood lingering on his mouth with the back of his hand. “[say]Oh shit, Danta.[/say]” Comes the thicker Whitebrim drawl, unable to keep the air of laughter from his tone as he slips around to the other side of the bar, reaching down to help him up and to get settled back onto the barstool, with Asta’s arms placed strategically around him to ensure he can’t wobble off the barstool again. “[say]Are you okay, darling?[/say]” He asks, wholly incapable of keeping the grin from his lips as he peers across the bar at Charlie with that same kind of shit eating grin (still tinged red, of course).
RE: tubthumping - Charlie - 10-08-2024
Lifting her chin, Charlie's eyes slip shut and she crinkles her nose adorably at the compliment as a crimson flush streaks across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. [say]"Thank youuuuuuuu."[/say] She purrs, utterly delighted. Fully intending on watching the boys make out a bit, as Danta disappears from his place on his stool, the priestess's smile becomes an O of surprise as she shifts on her own stool to try and see around the butcher.
[say]"Danta,"[/say] she huffs affectionately as Asta goes to the Maverick's aid. Charlie would have slipped off her own stool if she thought there was anything she could do, but with all of Danta's limbs splayed about as they were, she was fairly certain her own presence would just have them all collapsed beneath the bar. Luckily Asta was able to rather skillfully, as if this wasn't the first time he'd manhandled Danta in such a boneless state, pluck the Maverick back up and set him more or less verticle again.
[say]"Well, now you both definitely need to be kissed better."[/say] Charlie points out with a knowing grin that is quickly hidden by the rim of her drink.
RE: tubthumping - Dantalion - 10-08-2024
[say]"I'm a'right!"[/say] Danta would have said something like that regardless of what state he'd been in and they all know it, so it's sheer luck that the statement happens to be true. Finding himself back on his feet with Asta's assistance, as far as the Maverick is concerned he's absolutely able to hold himself upright of his own volition, blessedly unaware that it's only thanks to the arms braced around him that he doesn't tumble right back off his seat.
[say]"Charlie,"[/say] he scolds the priestess right back with equal warmth, flashing his fangs at her in a grin especially as she suggests they might both need kissing better. [say]"Is this the part of the night where we get all handsy with each other?"[/say] he wants to know with a raise of his eyebrows - because if it isn't keenly obvious, Danta is in. Still, given that he'd promised his initial affections to Asta, not to mention that he can barely keep his hands or his lips off him on a good day, he leans back into the cage of the butcher's arms and tilts his head up to kiss the blood from his lips.
It's the sort of kiss that makes the room spin (no, Danta, that's the booze) and only when he's satisfied that he's managed to impart some form of healing magic with his tongue does he draw back, eyeing the priestess across the counter. [say]"Or did you mean that you were going to kiss both of us better?"[/say] He glances up at Asta with a smirk, knowing better than to push the matter too hard when the butcher has proven himself to be quite possessive with his affections.
RE: tubthumping - Astaroth - 10-08-2024
Oh he knows regardless of whether Danta was in actual pain the answer would be the same. Luckily for him, though, he isn’t and the butcher can pick him up with ease that comes from both familiarity and a long history of doing the same.
“[say]Danta,[/say]” Astaroth chides, cut off from saying anything else when the Maverick’s tilting back and in his drunken state, the butcher’s 99% sure he’s about to fall off again. So his arms grow tighter in the little box he’s made even as Danta completes the little circuit with a well earned kiss (he thinks at least), and he’s quite happy to oblige.
Regardless, he does think that it helps the wound on his tongue and he hopes his soothes any aches and pains from the fall, and his body language suggests as much when his shoulders slump slightly, his posture not at all the impeccable view the butcher typically put on. That, and he pulls away from the kiss with a slight nuzzle of his bearded cheek to Danta’s temple, before he’s fully separated enough to hear the question and yet see the knowing glance from the Maverick he cages in. “[say]I am fairly confident that dear Charlie meant us, darling.[/say]” He drawls, already letting a playfully exasperated look cross his face.
“[say]However, if you think it may help.[/say]” He drawls, gesturing with the hand in front of him toward Charlie with amusement glittering in his dark gaze, withdrawing to ensure he doesn’t fall off the barstool again if he did wish to steal a kiss from the priestess.