"20. And no, it was the stealing of the soul. The eyes as well. I just know spell casters and such, let them claim them selves as devils spawn and maybe they are, maybe they aren't. Coulda just been an interesting parlor trick, you never know these days." He sighed and finished the pie. "I won't ask how old you are then. So, hobbies you like to do?"
"I like to fight, make fun of George, listen to music, make deals, cause general chaos, read, having sweet, sweet, glorious sex, and killing people that either bore or annoy me," William answers. And you, Evan, are a Satan's snore fest!
"What's something interesting about you?"
"I like to dress up in full drag. I'm a drag queen." He said, hoping that it would peak this guys interest. "I'm also called the Character Masochist because of how badly I treat my characters.And I was-no. I won't go into that."
"Go into what?"
"My past. It's dark and hard to talk about. And I shouldn't bring it up on first dates anyways." He sighed. (Ahck I TRIED EVAN IS INTERESTING now I feel bad cause like I worked SO HARD ON MAKING HIM COOL AND AHHHHHH JUST LOVE HIM YOU GOD AWFUL DEMON!)
"I'm a demon, Evan. There really isn't much that I haven't heard or done," he says, holding back a yawn. Ugh, he's not as interesting as I originally thought.
((He's a good character, Ev. I'm sincerely sorry that William isn't that impressed with him.))
(I looked at his file again. Evan's a writer, right? William's expressed that he likes to read more than a few times now. Perhaps Evan carries a notepad or something around with him wherever he goes, and jots down ideas when they come to him.)
(oooh yes, good idea) He looked you over, and sighed. "I was raped as a kid up until 8, and was saved by Crystal. Since then I've been in 5 abusive relationships." He said, rolling his eyes as he looked away. Suddenly he saw the piano man. He seemed very lost, stuck on repeat of the same 3 tunes. He took out his notepad and jotted a few things down.
"You were raped and had been in abusive relationships?" That's a bit interesting.
William turns his attention to the pianist as well before returning it to Evan. "What's with the notepad?"
"Writer stuff. He'd make a good background character. He's interesting. Been playing the same 3 songs this whole time we've been here, now including the one I showed him. And yes, yes I have." He sighed as he made a few facial sketches.
"Which reminds me, I still have to remove his fingers!"
"Ah, no. Only kill via writing." He said, rolling his eyes. "Besides he may have a lot on his mind. I know you're a demon but, have some humanity yeah? Just a bit? For today? Since apparantly we're supposed to spend the whole day together. Kill him tomorrow without me knowing, but today no torture, yeah? Why ya gotta kill everyone that slightly bothers you. Seems really rather super petty anyways."
William glares at Evan, eyes completely black. "You have the balls to stand up to me? That's very brave of you, Evan….. Brave, albeit foolish." It seems that there might be hope for this date after all.
"I have the balls to stand up to anyone, now quit that crap out." He flicks William's nose, not frightened the least bit, and waves over the waiter, then pays for the two of them. "So then, where should we head off to next?" He asked, turning on his phone.
"I can easily squish you like the pathetic, insignificant, piece of pond scum that you are," William says, his right eye twitching. "This 'date' is over!"
William heads towards the restroom after noticing that the pianist has gone in for a break. Moments later he comes out, grinning. He casts one final look at Evan.
"Tell your sister that I'll see her, and the pianist, in ten years."
(Ah man Evan ruined it. Now I'm big sad.)
(That was…. I feel sorry for Evan. Sorry for how William is.)
(Naw it's fine.) Evan got up and sighed, following after him. "Sorry for that folks." He then ran and got in front of him. "What. Do you want from me. I'm just being honest and truthful, not my fault you're being a cockhead. Kill me. Send me to hell. See if I care." He stood there, determined look in his eyes.
(Heyo)
"You'll care when you get an eternity of unending pain and torment in an incredibly loud, searing hot, pitch dark abyss!"
"That's just every day life at this point." He sighed. Then he got an idea. The stupidest idea ever but it might just work. He went over to him, and gave him a light hug. "Look. While I'm sorry you were forced on some boring date with a worthless gay twink who happens to be tougher than the average human, could ya…give me a shot? I won't be so cock headed and you can make it a goal to not murder every single person that slightly annoys you. I sorta like you, in a weird way. I at LEAST find you interesting."
"The only reason that you're still alive right now is because of what's in the contract. Otherwise I'd be happily roasting you alive!"
(AHHH WHAT DO I DOOOOOOOOO)
(beep)
(Well, how would Evan react?)