dishonests | ◤eudio, cuddlr◢

[ don't tell cassidy. it would boost his ego too much to know he can charm a vampire king so easily. he might not notice on his own, as he's too busy being charmed himself. ]

Seems neither of us will be having much interest in the decor. However, I must admit I've had my fill of magic lately, besides which I should like to see such a place as reminds you of home. If we're from a similar time as you say, chances are it'll reminds me as well. Tell me the place and I'll be meeting you there as quick as my feet carry me.

That is reasonable, if simplistic. Do you know better the purpose of it now?

What time and place are you from?

Aye, I believe I do, and I'd not received a black mark, or a red X, as it was, until now. So, I'd not seen fit to change the words, as they been proving right effective. I come from the West Indies of 1716. From whence came you?

perhaps it shall
it is called the rogues' gallery
as a pirate perhaps you will be fond

i shall await you, captain.

Yes, it appears many people are surprised by those red Xs.

I come from the year 2259. My last location was in San Francisco, California.

Aye, I believe I know the place. You won't be waiting too long.

[ with that, he taps his phone off and pockets it. before heading to the meeting place, he might just swing by his flat to grab his finer clothes: a gold-and-cream damask waistcoat and a dark blue frock coat. beneath them is his usual white, wide-sleeved shirt, a leather belt about his waist, his canvas breeches tucked into tall boots. it's not everyday he meets a vampire king, or at least a very attractive madman who believes himself to be such. right before he leaves the flat, cassidy grabs his pistol and tucks it into his belt. ( a dirk, as always, is hidden in his boot. )

when he arrives at the tavern, which reminds him of home much more than most of the other establishments around town, he immediately looks for the handsome man from the picture. ]

Perhaps because they go against the very heart of this place.

[ 2259, though. ]

I'll be blown, but that may just be the latest date as I've had chance yet to see. I've heard tell of California, however, in my time it be bloody Spanish territory.

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[ Rafa is waiting in the shadows, a habit that he has not quite shed now that he's here. He has updated his clothes to reflect the modern world, though the mark of his own style remains; everything is fitted, tailored where he can get it, and close-fitting where he can't. His shirt is dark and soft, buttoned down and open at the collar. It's a deep shade of blue, and his pants are a shade darker. His hair has been pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck. His coat - royal blue - is the only thing he has retained from home, and it fits him exactly. He wears no obvious weapon, and his hands are held in front of him.

He steps out of the darkness when he sees Cassidy, who is dressed brightly to contrast Rafa's darkness. Already, he likes the aesthetic of that. His smile warms to one of appreciation while he looks the other man over. ]

There you are, Captain Hawking. You do not disappoint.

[ before coming to eudio, cassidy never would've believed vampires existed, much less that he'd meet one in the flesh. if he had stopped to think about it, he would've imagined vampires to be bloated, ruddy monsters, like corpses gorged on blood. during his first visit to eudio, he met a couple of ( highly attractive ) people claiming to be vampires who would've turned that preconception on its head, if he'd had a strong preconception. he never got to know them well enough to be convinced of their claims of being vampires — and he's still not entirely sure what to think about rafa.

he can say one thing for certain: the self-styled vampire king is even handsomer in person than in his picture. and it's nice, too, to have a voice to put to the name and the face. the way he morphs out of the shadows sends a cold trickle down cassidy's spine, and his hand moves to rest on his pistol. but, as he faces rafa, he smiles and stoops into a mock-bow. ] Your Majesty.

[ this time, rafa can hear the teasing in his voice. as he straightens, he gives rafa an appreciative once-over. ]

I might say the same for yourself. [ the dark, tailored clothing is a very good look. ] Shall we, then? [ he gestures towards the bar with his head, then moves in the direction of it, brushing rafa's arm with his as he does. ]

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[ Rafa watches that bow with unconcealed amusement. Is this how Cassidy would treat all royalty? He hopes so; deference has always seemed so false to him that he only courts it from those he dislikes. This attitude is far more attractive to him than that.

Not that Cassidy was having much trouble with attracting him, anyway. Rafa steps in, sliding his arm neatly into Cassidy's when they touch. ]

Please. I hope that you will like it here. It is darker than most of the bars here.

[ Darker, as in fewer flashing lights, and darker, as in filled with shadier individuals. Both aspects please Rafa. He moves to the door, and holds it open for Cassidy. ]

It reminds me of the taverns I'm used to. By the way, are we expecting trouble?

[ His eyes flick briefly to Cassidy's gun. His experience with those is very limited, though he seems interested rather than troubled. He thinks he wouldn't mind seeing that in use. ]

Simply because one is here and needs to engage in physical intimacy does not mean that one must compromise morals or taste.

Fascinating. It must have changed hands multiple times between your time and mine, though I am not versed in trivial Earth historical records.

[ truth be told, cassidy had never met any royalty before he came to eudio. back in his own world, if he ever meets a king it'll probably be at his execution, but even then the chances are low. his opinions about monarchies in general aren't good ones.

it bodes well for the rest of the evening that rafa finds his attitude attractive. his smile hitches higher as rafa links their arms. ] I'm certain I shall, certain as I am that you've sound judgment.

[ he moves through the door and waits for rafa to join him just inside. his hand has shifted from his pistol to his belt beside the firearm, his thumb tucked into the leather. ]

Oh, there's always the possibility of trouble. As you said, this bar be darker than most.

[ no where does his face betray that it was the prospect of meeting rafa that motivated him to bring the pistol, although his concerns about the clientele in this particular tavern aren't invalid either. he offers rafa his arm this time before heading for the bar. there's a space just big enough for the two of them, once cassidy shoulders someone an inch to the left.

he glances at rafa. ] Are you drinking? [ do vampires drink things that aren't blood? ]

[ Truthfully, Cassidy hasn't given her any reason to believe that he'd do anything as unsavory as tampering with her drink — aside from being a pirate who are notorious for being untrustworthy in general, outside of their own circles. But it's Roxy's job to be careful, to expect and anticipate the unexpected — and, she may or may not have been drugged before, only to wake up with her wrists and ankles tied down to a set of train tracks, with a train on its way.

It's just a precaution, and, perhaps, also a small test.

She smiles a little at his theatrics, but even in his feigned shock, she holds to her request. If he hasn't done anything, he'll swap, and if he refuses, well then she really has no reason to stick around and waste any more time. ]

Not a very smart one, if you are.

[ A villain, she means. She's only teasing (somewhat), and when he frees his hand of his drink and holds it open for hers, she presses her glass into his hand, careful only to let it go once he's got it.

She lowers her hand, fingers settling around the glass in front of her, but still, she doesn't drink. Carefully, she tilts her chin up a little, cants her head slightly. Waiting. ]

... Go on then.

[ Prove it. ]

And I compromise your morals and taste, do I?

[ r u d e. ]

I reckon it may have done. What do you be versed in, then?

[ Rafa doesn't need a lot of space. If the pistol had worried him at all, it does not show when he slides comfortably next to Cassidy, leaving very little space between them. It's close enough that he can feel Cass' warmth radiating from him. This is a bar filled with people, and filled with beating hearts, which cause a low, steady desire to build in Rafa's mind. He ignores it, and focuses on the man before him. Cass' eyes hold a spark which distracts him all too readily, and he finds himself smiling without knowing it. ]

I came to drink, did I not?

[ No, he came to see those eyes in person. But he tears his gaze from them for long enough to catch the eyes of the barkeep. ]

I will have what he has. I trust you have good taste, Captain.

[ His fingertips slide idly over Cassidy's hand while he speaks. This bar may well be full, but any who looks at them will see this blue-eyed pirate is taken for the night. For once, Rafa does not feel like sharing. ]

[ some pirates are untrustworthy, even in their own circles. it's not exactly a job that attracts upstanding people, even if most of them do have some semblance of honor and loyalty. there are those that would tamper with a woman's drink, or anyone's drink for that matter, though they'd be more likely to rob the person blind than tie them to train tracks- if train tracks existed in his time. she's right to be cautious. she's actually one of the few people here to treat him as a potential threat, rather than some kind of romantic hero come to life.

it makes him like her all the more. he drops the theatrics, revealing a sharp look and a sly grin. ]

Here's to clever lasses.

[ he clinks his glass against hers and throws his back, downing the contents in one go. as he sets his glass down, he makes the sound of a man coming up for air and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ]

As I thought, a fair deal sweeter than the kind back home.

[ he rotates is glass on the table, his eyes meeting hers. it goes without saying, now, but he says it anyway- ]

Hang me for a cur if I'd ever wish a woman such as yourself any harm. [ he winks. ] Unless she wish it upon me first.

[ Roxy picks up her glass, offering a small, polite smile when Cassidy clinks his own drink against hers, but even then, she waits until he's had a mouthful before she sips any of her own. It's one thing to agree to swap drinks to satisfy her concerns, but making sure he actually drinks it is what actually matters. But's not coughing or choking or otherwise dying, so she feels confident enough that she'll be all right. And that Cassidy is a little more honest than perhaps his image implies.

She wets her lips as she sets her glass down, chasing any of the sweetness left behind on them. ]

That's quite nice, actually.

[ Not too sweet in her own opinion, but she prefers sweeter things anyway, and she understands that the ingredients available now may not have been available back in his time, so it's bound to taste different to what he knows.

Roxy glances up from watching his fingers toying with his empty glass, her eyes meeting with his. The corner of her mouth quirks a little and she tilts her head slightly. ]

They've done away with capital punishment in the U.K. [ She pauses, then offers something that might sound more familiar to him. ] In London. But even if they hadn't, I wouldn't worry - I'm not as easily overtaken as you might assume.

[ Roxy pauses for only a moment, and then raises her glass to take another sip from him, looking straight at Cassidy over the rim. ]

✓

✓

Aren't those trousers terribly restrictive? [ not a criticism, merely curiosity. ]

they're not so bad so long as you wax/shave ur legs

[ not.. what he expected. ] You do that?

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myself? nah, i go 2 a salon & get it done 4 me

All for the purpose of wearing tight trousers?

when u luv fashion as much as i do

u do anything 2 look ur best

& its kinda fun and silky-feeling

I'd noticed many of the women here take to removing the hair from their legs, but less so with men. It be not a common practice whence I come from for ladies or gents.

◤eudio, cuddlr◢

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