(open)---* liquid confidence

[tristan]

IF ONE DRINK COULD MAKE TONIGHT SLIP MY MIND
THEN I SHOULD DRINK UP SO I CAN FORGET THAT
i haven't lived my life

Clubs and crowded places like this weren't usually Tristans 'scene' shall we say. He never went out of his way to go to parties, or any places of this sort when he was human, so why now? After he died, all oh his human memories were a bit hazy, but he knows what kind of person he was. Death doesn't mean that your an entirely different person, now does it? So, now the boy had no idea why he was visiting this place. For one, he was sure that most people here were going to be of the dark alignment, as well as probably scheming and using humans for their own purposes. Of course, Tristan knew well that where there was a party of the mythical creatures, there would also be humans. They could never resist going to clubs where there were so many beautiful people, and then they would get into trouble. Right now, Tristan was so glad that he had never went to parties when he was alive, and now, it wouldn't make much difference if he got beaten to a pulp because he would not be able to feel it anyway.

As he walked in, he could feel the loud pump of music, the smoky air filled with the horrid scent of cigarettes, body odour, and excitement. Mostly from the humans, who are getting to be in the presence of oh so many amazing looking people, however he could taste the excitement from the creatures of the night too, the feeling of excited hunger and need. He could literally feel some of them oozing to get their humans out of there to get to do some unspeakable things. Of course, there were also the people that came in to relax, have a drink. People like him, but he didn't know why on earth he would find this relaxing. Even now, the music was hurting his sensitive ears. He was of course visible to all humans at this moment, and the night people would be able to see him anyway, apart from his wings. Tristan liked to keep those safe and hidden, in use of emergencies only, in protecting the humans. But he couldn't protect all the humans, and coming to a place like this, yeah he kind of figured it was a bad idea, and he didn't even have a human yet, so he could try and save as many as he could if there came to be any trouble.

He squeezed through solid bodies, which he could not feel. If Tristan was glad about anything of being a guardian angel, it was the ability not to feel touch. He had always had a problem with touching when he was young, he tried to have as little physical contact with anyone, and now shuffling past all those mingling bodies, that were oh so close together, he could feel none of them, so it was so easy for him to flow through this crowd. If Tristan was honest, this felt like a nightclub for humans, just with a darker, more Gothic feel to it. His blue eyes shifted around the place, he noticed that there were so many different types of night people. From what he could tell, vampires, shape shifters, immortals. Tristan couldn't pin-point every single species, but some of them were more obvious than others from what they looked like, they eye colour, their bone structure, what look they had on their faces. Usually, he could use the same method to see whether they were of a dark alignment or light.

One thing that Tristan was sad about that he didn't really get to live his life as a human. He was merely eighteen when he died, barely young enough to be allowed alcohol, and then he was murdered. He was only glad that his soul went to heaven, and so he could protect the human race and try and keep the creatures of the night a secret. He got some looks from the near by girls, he gave them little shy smiles, as well as the guys. Tristan had never been very complimentary of his own looks, but he knew that he wasn't ugly, and he knew that being mythical also made him beautiful. So, of course he was going to get looks from the humans, maybe even some of the night creatures, but he also was aware that there were so many magnificent looking people around. Tristan truly had no idea what so ever what kind of whim made him come there, but he knew that he was regretting it already.

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

These events were something Asher never enjoyed, yet he could usually be found at them. Unknown to anyone who hadn’t been exclusive enough to know, this wasn’t just another night at the club. Some kid from a rich, dark family was throwing a party – most likely at daddy’s orders – and one could only guess as to why, with all these humans running about. The whole point was to please those who were already allies and to maybe draw a few more young and undecided mythological beings over. While he wasn’t proud to admit it, Asher had been the host for a couple of these events. It had been his brother’s job before, something Mr. Ellis had entrusted to his elder son. However, there was a flaw in that logic; Aiden was growing up. At 28, he was deemed too old to be in charge of parties such as these. He should be focusing on his image as a man now, as said by Conley Ellis. And for a miniscule amount of time, Calida had as well. She complained, threatened, and whined until Conley had decided that such a scene was no place for a proper young lady and passed the responsibility on to Asher.

He didn’t agree with the events, but not to the point where he’d refuse the order from his father. They were just stupid parties after all, and he didn’t have to participate as long as the even achieved its goal. Along with the job of having to set up such parties, Asher was expected to attend those held by others as well. It was all about getting his face out there, proclaiming his family’s intentions, and above all, getting liked by those who really mattered. So here Asher sat, staring out at the party rather than actively partaking in the festivities. Honestly, there wasn’t much he could enjoy with a human, not that he felt the urge to do so. He was a firetamer. There was neither need to take blood from a human nor any necessity to eat one and he didn’t get any entertainment out of torturing humans or play cruel jokes on them – much to his father’s dismay of course.

The young firetamer was content just sitting in a darker corner of the club sipping on a drink that he wasn’t technically old enough for while being surrounded by beautiful women and men, most of who were smoking, drinking, entertaining a prospective pet, or a combination of the three. He did have some girl sitting on the arm of his chair, clearly tipsy, which kept leaning over and attempting to make advances at him. She was another firetamer, someone his family would approve of and had possibly set him up with. Asher couldn’t remember her name or how she had even ended up here in the first place. He was paying absolutely no attention to her and her desires, preferring to just listen to the music and letting the loud bass rumble in his body. If he were actually happy, there as a chance that he would be out on that dance floor.

It was when Asher had decided that he might actually just do whatever this girl – was it Amy? Or Abbie? Something with an ‘a’ – wanted to get her to shut up, that his eyes settled on Tristan. That damn angel. What the hell was he doing here? Granted, there were some “good” people here, though those were the ones who couldn’t resist a good shindig and were easily corruptible anyways. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here to begin with. Tristan didn’t seem to fit in either of those categories, so why was he here? Asher stood, placing his glass on an end table. Amy or Abbie or What-ever-her-name-was made a huffing noise and threw herself in his chair as he walked away, offended by his dismissal of her. He walked with the sole purpose of reaching Tristan, the bodies mashing against his own and hands pulling at him in an attempt to make him stay and danced didn’t bother him; he hardly noticed.

Finally, the youngest Ellis made it to his destination, stopping short of actually running into the guardian angel, not that he would’ve felt it anyway. Normally Asher wouldn’t have a problem with an angel stumbling his or her way into a party such as this; they didn’t belong and sometimes it was fun to watch them squirm. Tristan though, well Asher couldn’t stand him. He was such a – for a lack of a better adjective – a goody two shoes. On more than one occasion, Tristan had tried to tell Asher that his beliefs were wrong as well as what he was doing. Asher supposed all angels were like that, self-righteous pricks who looked down on those “lesser” beings, but had never had any sort of interactions with other angels. They typically didn’t associate with his kind. “Looks like you lost your way, fly boy,” Asher said, keeping his voice casual. Or, as casual as it could be when he had to shout over the pounding bass.

[tristan]

IF ONE DRINK COULD MAKE TONIGHT SLIP MY MIND
THEN I SHOULD DRINK UP SO I CAN FORGET THAT
i haven't lived my life

Tristan realised that he probably wasn't supposed to be there after about five minutes of being in the club itself. Well, if he was here already, gate crashing the party, he didn't exactly feel bad about it. He liked to be reckless once in a while, and if anyone decided to hit him, he wouldn't feel it and go away unscathed. Well, there would probably be blood, but Tristan was lucky enough to have a resistance to feeling touch, or physical pain. In this crowd, the angel recognised no one, and he wondered whether the host actually knew who all these people were. Tristan seriously doubted that, even if you lived a life of immortality like him, you didn't know so many people in one place, but he could have been wrong though. Maybe this person just befriended everyone, or after these people came went around getting to know. But he was sure that they didn't know one person, and that was him really. The atmosphere felt smoky, and organised. These people were supposed to be there. Tristan wasn't. But he wasn't leaving now that he had gotten himself in.

He kept moving through the crowd, tot he bar. He liked a drink every so often, though the full effects of alcohol never seemed to actually affect him as much as other people. He guessed that he had always been sort of immune to alcohol, or he just never drank enough to get wasted. Either way, he was glad that his body could take it in well, because he liked drinking it, but didn't like the side effects. Before Tristan could get anywhere though, he spotted a familiar figure. Something like dislike crept its way up to the boys mind, and he felt a frown settle on his forehead. Tristan and Asher Ellis had never gotten along. Tristan was a Guardian Angel, and Asher was a firetamer of the opposite alignment, and that was the ultimate thing that the boy hated about the firetamer, however he knew that the feeling was mutual, because in their distasteful conversations Tristan tried to make Asher see the light. That that was was pointless, and the night creatures should never do what's in their plans, but Tristan also knew that Asher found this completely irritating. If Tristan was in his place, he wouldn't blame him for hating him, for Tristan trying to force his views on him, but Tristan was not the boy, so he still tried to make him see the light. He was sure that it wouldn't work though.

Naturally, Asher was heading straight for Tristan, and the angel was not at all surprised by the boy's comment. 'No, just thought I'd gatecrash a party.' He said quite seriously, guessing that this party was somehow associated with the hosting of this. 'I hope that's not problem with you, my friend.' Of course,t he last bit was added on sarcastically, though he was sure that they both looked silly talking over the loud music. Seriously, he never understood why the music had to be so loud, but he had never liked places like this anyway, so he couldn't really dictate what was supposed to be going on in them, or how loud the music should be. In his human life, Tristan had been to clubs, and back then it seemed even worse than now. He was sure that after this, he wouldn't visit many clubs again, but he was glad that the firetamer was there, maybe he could try his luck at getting him to see that what he was doing was not right, but he wasn't going to go for it yet.

If Tristan was honest, he didn't know why he was so set upon trying to convince Asher that his way of things was the right way. Maybe because under all of the dark alignment pretence, he could see potential. That maybe out of all people, it would be possible for this particular guy to see the light and try to protect the human race against the creatures of the night, while staying hidden. Because that was what the was was about. About the night people trying to make themselves visible to humans, and overpower them. They were stronger, lived longer, and would have the power over the human race, but Tristan believed in staying hidden. He believed that all the night people were completely content and happy being hidden, not frightening humans, just trying to be normal and accepted working along side these people, not being the objects of their fear. But he knew that Asher could not see that, but Tristan would keep trying, and he would succeed, because he knew that if anyone could change their mind about the war, it was this guy.

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

Asher gave Tristan the quick, once over, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing here. If the angel was here to try more of his ‘change your path of life’ speeches, then he better turn around and head right back out that door. This was not the type of place you tried to do that; the children of some of the most important people in this brewing war were here and it’d be an understatement to say that they were set in their ways. They were the type of people who lived, breathed, and ate the philosophy that had been shoved down the throats of many of the young people here. The only difference was that, unlike Asher, they subscribed fully to those ideals and weren’t shy to actively participate.

They wouldn’t take too kindly to knowing that there was an angel here. Trying to do the whole 'push your beliefs' Girl Scout style would not go over well. It was a suicide mission, in simple terms. And Tristan might not be able to be physically hurt or killed, but he’d probably wish that he could die if any number of these supernatural could get their hands on him. They knew some crazy psychological torture that Asher would never wish on anyone. And if they figured out who Tristan watched over, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him or her. What was one human life to the death of an annoying angel? He’d tell the guardian angel to get out of here while he still could, before he did anything that majorly pissed off anyone who was higher up here or caught their attention, but the angel wouldn’t listen. Asher might’ve disliked Tristan, but that didn’t mean that he wanted anything bad to happen to him. He wasn’t like most of the other people here.

“Were you heading to the bar?” Asher asked, fully knowing that he had been. Where else could the angel be attempting to get to? Unless he was on his way to go try and save some human, but had he been doing so, Asher doubted that Tristan would’ve stopped and talked to him. Or, more specifically, throw sarcastic jabs at the firetamer that he just brushed off anyway. This ball of feathers wasn’t going to get under his skin. “By all means, don’t allow me to stand in the way.” Asher headed towards the bar then, not bothering to see if Tristan was following him or not. He felt confident, though, the angel was following along behind him like an obedient puppy; he wouldn’t let Asher get away before attempting to bore him to death. The young firetamer needed a drink or two if he was going to try to put up with Tristan all night. Because Asher had already decided he wasn’t going to let Tristan out of his sight tonight. Asher had made it his responsibility to make sure nothing happened to the angel once his eyes had landed on Tristan.

It was annoying, sure, though Asher didn’t really have anything better to do. He was stuck here until everything wound down, or he would be frowned upon if he were to leave early. The young man supposed that he could go back to his dark corner with the other supernatural. By now though, the vampires that had been there would’ve gotten tired drawing out their playtime with the pets they had chosen tonight – it seemed as though vampires had notoriously short attention spans, something ironic for beings who were immortal – and would’ve started feeding already. Asher really didn’t want to sit through that, the whole experience making him slightly queasy in the stomach. And who knew what the others had moved on to? Besides, that stupid firetamer girl was still back there, guaranteed, or she would’ve come looking for him. He didn’t really feel like having a drunk girl throw herself all over him if he could help it. Besides, Asher was eighty-five percent sure that she would’ve tried to slip something in the drink he had left sitting there, mostly because she would be pissed that Asher hadn’t appreciated her advances. These people were pure evil, remember? And anyways, it wouldn’t sit well on Asher’s conscious – something he still surprisingly had – if something happened to the angel and Asher had known that he was here.

Asher finally made his way to the bar and plopped himself down on a stool. That was when he allowed himself to look over his shoulder to see if Tristan was following. After a quick scan of the area behind him, he turned back to the bartender, ordering the first drink that came to mind. A minute or two later, it was sitting in front of him. Asher wrapped his long, slender fingers around the cold glass and took a sip.

[goblingirl]

burning down the house

"And be home by a reasonable hour!" said Mrs. Woodman, eyeing her daughter Mahalia suspiciously.
"Yes, Mama," said Malia.
"And don't get involved with any boys."
"Mama!"
"Oh, you know I'm only kidding, child," said Mrs. Woodman, patting her daughter's shoulder. "What I meant was, don't fry anyone."
"Yes, Mama," said Malia, grinning. "Have a good night." She kissed her mother on the cheek and headed out of the house, purse swinging off of her arm.

It was a nice night for a walk, even if it was kind of overcast. And the place to be--at least for the supernatural folks--was the Club of Daggers, city-wide hotspot and currently hosting a big-shot dark prince's party. Firm up old alliances, make new ones, draw battle lines in the sand. And that was exactly the reason she, Mahalia Woodman, was being allowed to go. Her older sisters were all Away right now, on Business. Business that was Not Spoken Of. (The Woodman family used a lot of capital letters for things, but then they were capital-letter people.) And Mrs. Woodman couldn't go, being family head. But an errant sixteen-year-old? Well, so long as she didn't sleep with anyone, didn't lose her temper, and didn't promise anything, it oughta be fine.

Malia winked at the doorman and, just for a second, let a tiny flame hover between her fingers. He nodded her through, and she entered into the utter chaos that was the club. Malia squeezed through dancers and people, tried not to look at the vampires and their pets of the evening, and watched a peeved-looking, slightly tipsy girl spike some unsuspecting guy's drink.

Speaking of guys...there was one very uncomfortable-looking one sitting at the bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass. Malia made use of spaces in the crowd (as well as of her elbows) and managed to get over to the bar.
"Hey," she said, trying to get her breath back. "Name's Malia. You're an Ellis kid, right?"

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

Stupid angel. What was he thinking, taking his jolly own time to get over to the bar? Maybe Tristan didn’t realize how irresponsible him being here was, how stupid and, in a sense, almost immature. Immature in the way where young kids think they’re invincible, that nothing could hurt them. Sure, he was an angel, which meant nothing physically could be done to him, but these were crafty beings who relished in the idea of being creative to cause pain. Asher wasn’t even entirely sure why he was so worried about the damn angel’s well-being. He didn’t want to admit it, but Asher had a conscience. It was something his immediate family considered a weakness and something that they did without. Or at least, that was true with his father and siblings. His mother had always been the kinder one and Asher liked to believe that, if he had to be a screw up, his qualities that were deemed unworthy by his father came from his mother. He tipped his drink back, finishing it off in one swallow and slammed it down on the counter. It must’ve been some sort of signal for the bartender, who came waddling over and quickly refilled him. This drink, though, Asher wasn’t all that interested in. He could feel himself getting a slight buzz, knew he probably had drank too much already. Of course that wouldn’t stop him from continuing to drink; he’d just be slower about it. So for that reason, the firetamer was idly pushing the glass between his fingertips when the girl came up.

You’re an Ellis kid. It must’ve been branded on his forehead, because people seemed to figure out who he was without him ever saying anything and as far as Asher was concerned, the only similarity between him and the rest of his family was a common last name. Despite that, Asher put on a slightly cocky smile and turned to the girl. He looked her up and down quickly, not in a checking-her-out sort of way, more of just trying to get his bearings and figure out exactly who she was. It was unnecessary though; the firetamer brat could already place her. “Woodman,” he said in a tone that matched his smile, knowing exactly who she was. Asher had never met her – surprising to Asher because his father tended to like to force him towards firetamer girls from power families – but had had enough run-ins with her older sisters. And it probably didn’t help matters that his father always complained about the Woodman family, how they wouldn’t just join him, as lame as that sounded. “What brings you here?” he asked, not really caring but hoping that if he was rude enough, she’d go away. It wasn’t anything against Malia per se, but Asher already had his hands full trying to protect a arrogant angel that he now couldn’t seem to find and it was starting to put him in quite a mood.

[goblingirl]

“That’d be me,” said Malia, grinning at him and ignoring his cocky tone. No place for a fight. Besides, Mama would kill her if they ended up burning down the club. “I’m Malia, middle-ish sister. You’re Asher, right? Mags won’t shut up about you.” She decided to leave it unsaid that, while it was true Margaret was always talking about Asher Ellis, it was mainly to say he was a pain in the ass and if they weren’t staying firmly neutral so help her she’d do something nasty. No one ever got to find out what the something nasty actually was, though, because that was the point where Mrs. Woodman or Lu or Callie cut Mags off.

“Me? I’m here on account of Lu and Mags and Callie being out of town on capital-b Business,” said Malia, shrugging. “Mama showing up’d be too strong of a statement, and everyone else is too young, and Papa’d get his ass eaten by something and then we’d have to pick a side and roast folks. So it’s me who had to come. Don’t think I’m enjoying this or anything.”

[tristan]

IF ONE DRINK COULD MAKE TONIGHT SLIP MY MIND
THEN I SHOULD DRINK UP SO I CAN FORGET THAT
i haven't lived my life

The thing is, when you are someone supernatural, you instantly become more attractive. You may be plain and boring in real life, but when you are someone from the night world, or got turned, it instantly makes you look more alluring. He was used to getting looks from human girls since he became an angel, while when he was still alive he was the weird scrawny kid. But, if he was honest, he didn't really care what he looked like, so the looks from some of the humans that he get at the club he totally ignored, until he felt a hand on his arm. Well not really felt, seeing as he can't feel any sort of touch, but he sensed it, and turned to see a pretty little blonde smiling up at him. He put on a slight smile also, and stopped to see why she had stopped him in the first place. 'Hey, you look lonely, anything I can help you with?' Tristan saw the flirtation in her smile and he couldn't help but smile back at the attention. He could spare a few minutes talking to this pretty little thing. Then he remembered that he was on a mission, but screw Asher for a minute, he was just starting to enjoy himself, and she was adding to it.

'Oh you've already helped darling. What's your name?' Tristan asked, not that he was really bothered, he was sure that he would never see the girl again after this, so why not. 'I'm Natalie, wait, do I know you?' She asked, and that was when Tristan realized that he should make himself scarce. He wasn't sure what she was doing in a place like this, but he was sure that she knew he was dead. She knew him from the past, though not directly, but he remembered her face. 'Uh, I'm sorry I have to go, I have a friend of sorts to speak to.' Tristan said this promptly, and quickly stalked off knowing that she was left hurt, and that always made him feel like an asshole, and very guilty. He wasn't like Mr Ellis by the bar, Tristan actually felt remorse for his wrong doings, and right now he wished he could turn back and apologize again, but he knew it was too late. Oh well, nothing he could do now, no point bothering about it.

Tristan's blue eyes scanned the crowd, his face passing by a blur of bodies and faces. He knew he was squeezed in between people, however he had no feeling of this, it seemed like there were so many people there, yet he couldn't focus on any of them for long enough. Couldn't take in the details of their face, there were just too many people. He had never liked crowds, so he wasn't sure what on earth he was playing at being in a club full of people that he doesn't know and would never speak to anyway. He sighed, and kept on moving. He really needed a drink, out of principle, even if he couldn't taste it. Sometimes, it actually sucked being an angel. Weather he was a guardian or a fallen, he would not be able to feel anything, and sometimes he wished he could feel the touch of others. The pain of a punch, or the burning sensation of alcohol running down his throat. He missed all that, he would feel, sometimes kiss someone, and he wouldn't be able to feel the physical touch, only the feelings that he has. That sucks, because Tristan spends most of his existence feeling so detached and sometimes he longs to belong, to be like everyone else, to be human again.

Tristan made his way to the bar. His eyes finally landed on the boy that he previously conversed with, and he was talking to a pretty girl. Dark skinned, and he could just make out her rather pretty features. He walked to the pair, not bothering to feel sorry that he was interrupting anything, because as always the firetamer looked unhappy with life, and the girl was trying to be nice to him, and Asher just seemed unbothered. Idiot. 'Asher, are you not gonna introduce me to your lady friend?' He asked with a smile and a wink being sent at the female. He was good at the flirting, although he wasn't interested in the girl, but flirting is only harmless. He was sure that he wasn't her type either. He ordered a drink, and plopped down next to the other boy. He took a long swig of the liquid, and already felt better. He knew that sounded pretty peculiar, but he did, even if he could not physically feel the drink sliding down his throat.

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

Asher would kill to be anywhere but here at the moment, and he wasn’t even complaining about the party at this point, though he’d be glad to leave that too. No, what he was having issues with now was sitting on this stool caught between a Woodman and a lost Tristan. He’d much rather be back where he started this evening, even if it meant having Aimee (because that was her name, Asher remembered – she wouldn’t shut up about how uniquely it was spelled as if it made her cooler or would cause him to fall madly in love with her) throw herself all over him or deal with the vampires and their, uh, friends. The brief moments of worry that the firetamer had been feeling towards the guardian angel’s wellbeing were currently in the process of being stamped down. He didn’t want to have to be concerned over the angel, but still couldn’t help it. Damn conscious. Asher could know see why the Ellises preferred to do without and wished he could join their ranks. Instead, he tipped his drink back, finishing almost half of it in a single swallow. He had apparently been lying when he said he was going to take it slow for the rest of the night.

The firetamer only heard half of what the Woodman girl had been saying, his attention still on the crowd. “Hmm? How interesting,” he said in a tone that suggested anything but, turning to look at…what was her name? Malia? Or was it Mags? She had said both names and he hadn’t been focusing. No, wait, it must’ve been Malia. He knew Mags. That was the Woodman sister he fought with all the time. She continued to talk, and Asher listened to the first sentence or two before blatantly ignoring her by turning to look back out into the crowd. He was being an ass, he knew, but what else was new? Nothing. That was just how Mr. Asher Ellis was, and it was only getting worse by the second. Finally, his eyes landed on Tristan’s bright blonde hair – how in the world had he ever been able to miss it? – and knew the angel was fine. Quite all right, in fact. He was chatting up some girl and they seemed rather close. It could’ve just been so they could hear each other over the music, but Asher was just going to assume that there was a different motive behind it.

Satisfied, he turned back to fact Malia, catching the last words of her sentence. A genuine smile flashed across his lips for a moment or two, so short lived that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed it. Now that was something Asher could relate to. He even raised his half empty glass in a mock toast before draining the rest of the burning liquid. “Then you and I are the odd ones out,” the firetamer commented in a voice that could almost be counted as friendly. Or decent at the very least. Much better than anything he had said earlier. Now, with alcohol running through his system (and yet another drink being slid his way by the bartender) and being with likeminded company, Asher was beginning to think that this whole experience might turn out to be halfway bearable. He glanced back out towards the crowd, as if trying to reference the people who were having a good time. “Why not skip out?” he asked, for once talking because he was curious and not because he wanted to be mean, rude, or nasty. He blamed it on the alcohol.

No, wait. Just kidding. The semi-good mood ended the second he heard the angel’s voice. “Took your time getting over here,” Asher said in a slightly bland voice, almost as if stating a proven fact. His hand went to grab his glass, but he didn’t drink from it. The firetamer was beginning to think he was at that dangerous point where he hadn’t quite drunk too much, but was fast approaching. “Little hint, Wings. If you’re trying to be a womanizer, you’re supposed to get them into bed first before you move to the next girl.” Asher tipped his head in the general direction he had seen Tristan and the girl the last time he looked. He shook his head, eyes going back to the bar counter. The firetamer was trying to figure out the quickest way to get out of this situation now. Screw Tristan and his wellbeing; Asher’s conscious was being drowned in so much alcohol that he wasn’t even sure if it was still alive or not. But he was beginning to feel trapped, slightly claustrophobic even though he’d never been one to be afraid of small places. What had he done to deserve such an awesome night?

[tristan]

IF ONE DRINK COULD MAKE TONIGHT SLIP MY MIND
THEN I SHOULD DRINK UP SO I CAN FORGET THAT
i haven't lived my life

It seemed like it would always be the same between Tristan Cavanaugh and Asher Ellis. Every time they met, Asher showed so much distaste for Tristan, that he wondered why the hell he bothered. Why not give up now, and Tristan could be any amount of money that Asher just want's for the angle to give up and leave him the hell alone. Of course, Tristan wasn't about to do that, not only because he could see full blown potential in Asher, but also because it was just so funny how he half heartedly tried to shoo him away with insults whenever they came anywhere near one another. Tristan managed a roll of his eyes behind the firetamers back at his words. 'I didn't know you cared oh so much as to when I'd be gracing your presence Asher.' Tristan said with as much sarcasm as he could muster, which was a lot. He knew that the other boy was only keeping an eye on him, just so he wouldn't cause any trouble and bother the guests at his party. Well so be it, Tristan would bother Asher, and that would be even more fun, starting with befriending his cute little friend. Of course Tristan wasn't a dick, so if he became friends with the girl, he wouldn't just throw her away, he would remain friendly with her even after this... But you never know.

Sometimes, Tristan wished that life was easier. That there wasn't war within the species. That maybe there were less species. Or that when you died you died, you went to hell or heaven, or even nowhere. But now, so many creatures that should be dead are walking around thinking they can rule the place, of course Tristan was one of them, but he was only helping, helping get all the other species from extinction, and if Tristan was honest, most people should have this view. Where will ruling over the weak human race get you? They don't have the strength, speed, powers as all the other creatures. The only upside is, that there are so many of them. Many more than the night people, so they have sort of confidence in numbers. However, Tristan could not blame the vampires for using the humans for blood, because that is the only way they survive. They could try animals, or not kill the humans after they've fed, but the supernatural beings these days thrive on the taste of power, and the cruel things that they can do. That's why Tristan want's to get as many people as he can to the light side, and that's why he's here today with Asher, because Tristan knows that the guy does have so much potential. He is not like the rest of them.

His next words broke him from his train of thought that had lasted merely seconds. 'I think I'll manage without tips from you on how to be with women.' Tristan said with a sort of glare, 'You don't have to sleep with them to enjoy their company and the move on to the next.' That was just so Asher Ellis, making his personality seem so cruel, and Tristan was sure that Asher knew that he would never sleep with a woman and then leave her before he went onto the next. Tristan was proud to not be a womanizer, and stuff what Asher says. In the Angel's mind, he believes that under that hard exterior there is something nice in Asher, even if he may not show it, and Tristan was determined to make that side of the boy come out, it would be like his life goal, because it would annoy Asher to no ends, and that boy really needs the kick up his ass and into reality.

Tristan noticed how much alcohol Asher had been consuming. He looked woozy, and really not himself. The blond shook his head. The stupid side effects of alcohol, e was so glad that his body was immune to this feeling. He saw the bartender give Asher another drink, and that's when he stepped in. 'Don't you think you had enough tonight, fire boy?' Tristan asked with a glare at Asher, but did not moved to take his drink away or steady him, wanting to see what he would do next. If he tripped or fell over, Tristan would take him outside. As much as this guy was just so cruel to Tristan, he could not leave him a drunken mess, but he also might be wrong, maybe he was just a tad woozy and would be fine to walk outside alone. If Tristan was honest, tonight he would have preferred the latter, he was beginning to grow tired, and didn't want to have to deal with this boy out of the nature of his good heart.

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