Let It Burn -open-

[aricsummers]

The bar was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, mixed with a hint of body odor. Aric looked to his left and saw a man in torn clothing. He had a grey, dirty beard and misty brown eyes and his skin was definitely a damaged tan color from the amount of time he had been in the sun. He was drinking a glass of what looked like vodka and Aric nodded to him with a small smile before turning back to his own business.

His mind was going a million miles per hour. He was thinking about all that had been going on in his life for the past few months. Just a week ago, Aric watched as a vamp tore into some poor helpless teenager. Why hadn’t he done anything to help? He was chained to a wall. A loud bang erupted from a room over, then a solid object hit him in the face… Lights out. He still wasn’t sure how he had gotten out of there.

And a month before that, a small eight year old girl had been possessed by a demon. Honestly, probably the worst hunt Aric had been on. The girl was at dinner with her family at home before she decided it was time to kill them. He wasn’t sure of the reason, but Aric knew he needed to get rid of this one. After about a week of searching, he found the girl and was able to exorcise her. But to his dismay, the girl died from too much damage internally. There was nothing he could do.

He just wanted to step out of this lifestyle for a while. Lose himself in the world. Aric wanted to be normal for a while, but he kept getting sucked in. He felt as though evil was actually following him. Most of the time, he didn’t even have to travel to find monsters, they just seemed to be in his backyard. He finished the drink in front of him and turned, noticing the smell was gone, and so was it’s source. The homeless man must have left while Aric was thinking.

He held up his hand to order another drink ”Make this one strong barkeep… I wanna get knocked on my ass”

[verityredwyne]

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. It was the only word processing through her mind right now at that very moment as she stumbled her way down the street. Nobody was fun tonight and she didn't know anybody here. She wasn't even sure where her driver was either. This is why America was so boring, nobody knew how to party. At least not in these odd little cities where the establishments were simply holes in the walls and didn't have any strobe lights to make people look crazy. Verity sighed loudly, nearly tripping over a crack in the sidewalk now and forced her to stumble a little in her high heels before managing to stand still, swaying lightly from booze laced blood.

If she could stand still without toppling over though, that meant that she was too sober and it had to be taken care of quickly. She disliked being sober. Who wanted to think like a normal person when she could just be drunk the whole time? Plus, it made this world seem a little more bearable with the lack of nature surrounding the area. Everything was concrete and high rises no matter where she went, Ireland had hardly been exempted from this either which drove her up the wall, her parents as well, actually, all of the elders and yet by doing nothing it saved them from the purge and the witch hunts all of those many centuries ago.

Desperate times called for desperate measure and in the end, only the strongest survived which is now how she felt about getting a drink. Searching the street, she thought she spotted a place now. Not even bothering to look, Verity started to cross the street when a car stopped quickly, blaring it's horn at her, "I'm walking here!" she shrieked, slamming her hand on the hood of the car before she continued to stumble on and finally made it to the other side of the street. Glancing up, she looked at the sign one more time before taking those stairs to the door and shoving it open. She was met with an ugly smell, this was no VIP club.

There was no doubt in her mind that this was filled with nothing but losers but seeing that wall of alcohol behind the counter made her stay. She could drink, hell, maybe she'll actually find somebody to bring back and tie to her bed. Although, judging from the clientele, that was a bit of a long shot. Verity made her way over now, stumbling straight into bar and didn't bother sitting down. She leaned heavily into it, resting her arms on it and stretching out her legs behind her, "Malibu. Give me the bottle," she demanded, totally trying to interrupt some guy's drink order to get the attention on her. It only earned her a look now as the bar tender ignored her for now which only made Verity hone in on the guy next to her, and shockingly enough, he was actually decent, "You look like you had an awful day."

[aricsummers]

He couldn't seem to shake the thoughts from his head, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on anything else. The hardest part of it was picturing the little girl's face when she was laying lifeless in front of him. It was almost as though she was still terrified, but she also looked angry at the same time. That must have been the demon's expression as he was being exorcized

Finally, his mind strayed to something else. Though, it was not for the best of reasons. He heard a woman next to him as she called out to the bartender. Aric looked over at her and quirks a brow. Who did she think she was, taking the tender from his drink order? Even though the man ignored the woman for the time being, Aric couldn't help but be kind of frustrated with the woman.

It was true... He was having a bad day, hell, he was having a bad few months, but he wasn't about to sit there and pour out his feeling to this girl he didn't even know. For all he knew, she could be a creature.

He looked over at her and nodded lightly before letting a few words escape his lips "You could say that..." He may have just opened the door for a conversation, but honestly, there was only one person he'd want to talk to about this... Or so he felt

[verityredwyne]

She was annoyed to say the least at getting ignored like that. This is the precise reason as to why she hated these little rat nets of towns, nobody knew who she was. After all, Verity Redwyne was a big deal in Ireland, and people knew her in the United States, just not enough it would seem. Besides, she was hot, that alone should be a reason as to why her bottle of Malibu should come before this guy's 'woe is my life' pity party drink. At least she was there to drink for fun because everyone knew that being sober was hardly some sort of joy for anyone.

The man was also staring at her too now for trying to interrupt his drink order, and honestly, he didn't look too happy about it which is hilarious, because when people looked at her like that, it was as if they were expecting her to care. Still, judging by the look in his eye, she had been right about one thing: the man was having a bad day. In fact, Verity would be willing to believe that he was having a bad week, or perhaps just a bad life in general. That is, after all, the sort of thing that humans like to complain about when they got drunk. He wasn't drunk yet though, nor did he really look to be in a talking mood but she refused to just sit here and wallow as well since, there was nothing to wallow about.

"Oh, but I am saying that," she replied, accent thick as ever, "And you are too with your drink order. Didn't even give him a specific one." Somebody was looking to get wasted and wake up with an epic hang over to scrambled eggs. Verity didn't have to point that out to him though, he is after all, the one making the order. Her eyes glanced him over for a few lingering seconds, trying to make him. Scruffy yet handsome, but most importantly, has seen a lot of horror. No doubt a hunter, that's what she'd peg him for but there was no need to test those waters. And if he'd try anything, well, the man would be in for one rude wake up call.

That was the one annoying thing about hunters, or anyone really, she had decided. All of these witches, they accused everyone of being bought by a demon for selling their soul. Simply annoying, after all, magic came from the Old Religion, long before any time of Heaven, Hell, and the comings and goings of Jesus Christ. Sorcery gathered all of it's strength from the elements and energy around itself, in many ways, Verity and the rest of her people believed it to be life itself, "My name's Verity, and might I also add on that you don't look like you belong in this tiny little town."

[aricsummers]

Aric couldn't help but snicker at the fact that this girl was getting so upset at the fact that she was being ignored. He was good at reading people, and it definitely wasn't hard to tell that she was getting very perturbed at the situation. Honestly, Aric wouldn't care if she got her full bottle first, he wasn't in desperate need of a crazy, drunken night

Her accent caught his attention for a moment "Where are you from? That's a pretty thick accent..." he asked, being genuinely interested. He had tried to steer clear of the conversation that was bound to arise from her comment. Aric really didn't want to relive what had happened. Though he wouldn't tell her the real reason he was down, but he'd be thinking about it while telling her false cover ups. "I'm not particularly looking to get wasted... I just want to forget the world for a little bit"

He couldn't determine whether or not this woman was trying to actually start conversation or if she was just attempting to annoy him. "Good to meet you, Verity." Aric paused a moment. That was an odd comment to throw into the mix, but he couldn't just let her hang without giving her some kind of answer "Umm... I don't really fit in anywhere" he said with a bit of a laugh "But no, I'm not from here. What do you do for a living, Verity?"

[verityredwyne]

Was he...was he snickering at her? The very action made her roll her eyes now, she should just ignore him. Probably some drunk, although that would very much make her a hypocrite. Rephrase, at least she was a drunk with class even if some people would argue that was very far from the case. Verity didn't like to believe that though, at least she was Irish, she could hold her alcohol better than others. In fact, she was willing to bet that she could drink most under the table, even with that bottle for a head's start. That is if she ever got it which the wait only made her eye the bar tender with a little more annoyance.

For a moment, she was going to brush off his next question but low and behold, the man actually sounded interested in an answer. Verity glanced back over now at him, smirking, "Oh, do you like it?" she asked for a moment before figuring she should launch into her answer, "Dublin, Ireland. But I like to visit the more rural areas out there. You know, areas that aren't really touched by civilization, still wild and everything. It's much more...relaxing." Minus the fact that they didn't have bars but shockingly enough, even Verity could handle a day with out getting boozed out of her mind. Somebody though, was still dancing around the conversation of why they were here.

A smile tugged at her lips, "Well, isn't that the point of getting wasted? A break from the world?" Then again, she did it to get away from her thoughts, although when she thought about it, it was more or less the same thing. She glanced around the little bar for a moment, it was still a hole in the wall if she was concerned, "You probably could have done better. A club, that's a better place to zone out. Girls and alcohol. Unless you swing for men, then..well, there are men there too. Judgement free," she said with a smirk. He was quite the hard person to read, but no worries, men tended to break pretty easily in the end, everybody did. She just really wasn't sure if she wanted to have fun with him, he still could be a hunter and a drunk one was not something she needed in her life.

For a moment, she might have thought that he were studying her in some sort of way, but here she was just trying to make friendly conversation, or so she told herself innocently. "Tis a pleasure...this is also where you give me a name as well," she said now, noticing how the man had decided to not introduce herself. And here he hadn't even had a drink yet. She kept her eyes on him, waiting for the second part of her question and it didn't take too much waiting, "Oh, I think everyone fits in somewhere. Maybe you just haven't found it." Oh, now somebody was finally asking his own questions, "What do I do? Nothing, I'm an heiress. I got a whole empire waiting for me when my parents see fit...which is probably never, or until the day they die. What do you do? Just a wanderer if you don't fit anywhere?"