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sunsearchers:

Dinner?

They didn’t smell like a run-of-the-mill people eater. Smelled human, more or less, but that was the point of a guise, wasn’t it?

“What will you have, then?”

Eli never meant dinner literally, but after all, it sounded much easier than prey in a public setting at the very least. Regardless they had no intention to explain. “Tequila,”

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mcdixcn:

Monroe glanced up as the stranger spoke, eyeing the bottle of alcohol. It certainly wasn’t her first choice either so she could see where their disappointment was coming from. “That’s pretty much it unfortunately.” She added, stepping over. “But I’m sure we could convince someone to import something a little more pristine.” 

Eli contemplated finishing the drink but there was so much better alcohol to waste time on, maybe not in this bar but somewhere else in the world. Pushing the glass aside the brunette turned their head to the other and could not help but smile. "That's the best thing I've heard all day."

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declanxfavreu:

     “You hidin’ from something?” He was no stranger to creatures like this, often a target of demons and their kin. Declan took the cigarette he’d just lit from his lips. “Or laying in wait?”

“Not particularly, I’m sure something will arise eventually. It always does,” The brunette shrugged observing the other carefully, him knowing what they were only made things more interesting. “Are you?”

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sunsearchers:

He was at the dive bar to look for Miriam, but it hadn’t yielded much of anything until a man seated at the edge of a booth decided to pick a fight. The man landed a punch that made Rafael stagger backward, blood seeping from his nose, and Rafael had decided to play along. It had landed them here, in the span of moments: the man on the ground, cradling his face, his friends thinking better of trying to enact some ill-gotten revenge.

Rafael resisted the urge to lick the man’s blood from his knuckles. He never used his undead strength in situations like these – it removed the challenge of it. The fun. It didn’t seem like it was unusual for the dive bar; the staff didn’t bat an eye as Rafael approached the bar for a drink, to the immediate discomfort of a clean-shaven man in the process of chatting up the only other occupant by the bar. As Rafael ordered his drink ( “Rum, please, and if you got a rag I could borrow?” ) the man left, leaving only him and the stranger.

“Sorry if I scared away your date,” he said, smiling at them. “Get you a drink to make up for it?”

Eli was always so overwhelmingly observant, dark eyes glossing over the uneventful fight taking place only a couple of feet away. If it had lasted longer it might've held their interest but there wasn't much in an unmatched bar fight to desire. It completely sucked the fun out of terrifying people in dark allies or in the forest but that was besides the point. 

"I don’t believe date is the proper word maybe dinner, but a drink will do." It was a far too casual statement for such a violent topic but for once surrounded by humans and creatures alike Eli did not seem too phased to speak their own mind.

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declanxfavreu:

     “This isn’t an entrance.” Declan said in a way that indicated this was not the first, nor the last time he would have to point that out. He had just thrown the trash out and decided to take a quick smoke break before returning to work. He looked towards his usual spot, a chair near the back door, longingly and then to the person he was addressing. “I can show you to the front, if you would like.”

“You don’t say,” The attitude more or less probably was going to be unappreciated whether the comment was harmless or not. They couldn’t help it, the unfriendlyness came as a natural instinct and it seemed far too obvious that an alley was not an entrance at least to Eli. “This seems like a nice spot to hide.”

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ashfvrd:

His hands followed on the brunette, irritation clear on his eyes yet didn’t mentioned how they should mind their own damn business. It was his own fault for voicing his problems out like he’d just been. “ Oh, you don’t know the half of it. ”

Eli knew that prying was traditionally frowned upon but that never swayed their opinion, in fact they tended to enjoy it even more that way. “That bad?” There was no need to ask but Eli was trying to make conversation. “Sounds unfortunate.”

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ashfvrd:

“ No, you listen to me. I don’t care what she said. I’m doing this – no, go ahead if you want to I already told her. ” A heavy sigh left his lips, eyes closed as he simply pinched the bridge of his nose. Being close to done with the situation. “ I don’t fucking care, Matthews. Tell Beckett to get off my fucking back. ” His tone uneven as he ended the call. Fuck, why put him in the case if they didn’t want him to be part of it anyways? “ Can’t let me do my fucking job alone, can they? ”

Eaves dropping was easy and fun, especially when the person was talking far too loudly about issues she did not particularly care for or about. As a matter of fact Eli tended to stay out of quote on quote higher authority's way it left less problems for all parties involved but something about him was interesting. In response the brunette almost scoffed out a short laugh and offered a smile. "Sounds like you've got your hands full,"

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Eli grimaced at the glass in hand, setting the cheap alcohol down in disappointment. Over the years they'd grown a liking to expensive tequilas and stronger vodkas that were given names most people couldn’t pronounce, unfortunately they feared that kind of alcohol wouldn't be found here. "Well that's... unfortunate. Is there anything better to drink around here?" Worth my time, would've been the words to use but for once they chose them a lot more carefully.

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