Truth raised a hand, the cloth of his black dress shirt coming up past his belt. Cursing, he lowered his hands and shoved the too-short shirt into his belt and black dress pants.
Once Truth sorted out his shirt, not ripping it off and burning it in the fireplace embedded on the wall near a booth, he slunk over to Icarus.
“Evening,” He grunted as he paused in front of Icarus.
Amusement twinkled in Icarus's eyes at Truth's too-short shirt antics. "Good evening," he replied, pulling at his cuffs. A waiter came up, asking for a name and group size.
"Uh… two under Wilson." He replied and the waiter led the two over to a two-seater table next to a window. There seemed to be a lit candle on the table for some reason.
Truth fit comfortably into the light brown leathered seat, the candle on the middle of the table throwing shadows onto his already heavily shadowed and handsome face.
He lifted up the menu and looked through it, spotting New York Strip- 14 oz, $39.
He glanced at the drinks section, and with a rush of delight, noticed they were all alcoholic.
You’re being rude to your… date… Sneered the voice in his head.
Icarus cleared his throat as he pulled at his collar, which seemed a bit tight around his neck. He let out a soft sigh as he settled into his chair and ordered coke and rum as a drink before turning to look at Truth.
"So… Truth… what exactly are you, if I may ask," he questioned as he fiddled with the silverware and napkin.
Truth ordered a whole bottle of bourbon and set the menu down. He gazed at Icarus across the table after the latter asked his question, then entwined his fingers.
“A Dark Demon, of course.” He cleared his throat and moved around on the seat. “Is that why you invited me here, tonight? To ask me of my magical heritage?” His voice was lofty, yes, but calm and somewhat teasing, much different than the Demon Icarus met that morning.
Icarus smiled as he tilted his head slightly. He noticed that he was almost a different person now, but it was probably because of some cool off time. Hopefully.
"Well that… and to make conversation. I have offered to make up for ruining your meal, so… I have to do it right, right?" He smiled kindly.
Truth stroked at a long piece of his black hair, which was crooning over his pale skin. “Sure, sure, of course. However, I expected someone of… your type to have, per say, eliminate me, or whatever term you Fallen Angels use.” He waved a hand in thanks as their waiter brought back their drinks. Truth then promptly poured a small glass with ice full of the thick, amber colored drink and sipped it curiously, while scrutinizing Icarus.
Icarus let out a sigh as he let his head fall a bit. "I'm not gonna lie, but that was my first objective." He looked up at Truth and elaborated, "My original plan was to bring you here to kill you." He was cut off as the waiter brought them their drinks and left again. He continued.
"However, the more I searched for you, the more I questioned myself. You're not the reason why I was kicked out of heaven, and yet I still hold this festering anger…" He took a deep breath to calm himself, not realize his hands had turned into fists until he unclenched them.
"No matter how many of your kind I hunt, I'm never going to be allowed back home. That's when I realized, it's not your kind that irk me: it was my failure–my being beaten by one of you. She's the only one who should warrant my anger…" Icarus snapped out of his near daze-like state to look directly into Truth's eyes.
Truth gazed steadily into the other’s eyes. “May I ask who was she? And possibly, what your plan was to kill me?” He took a sip of the drink, his eyes gleaming. “It wasn’t to possibly poison my drink when I stepped away to use the restroom; to… blatantly shoot me, stab me or… hmmm I think shooting my wing joint before I could even meet you would’ve been a good one.” He grinned as though plotting his own death was indeed laughable.
"You're almost spot on, actually. All of those were planned for, but never prepared." Icarus admitted, slightly embarrassed with pink cheeks. "But, you're not my enemy I suppose." He couldn't manage to look at Truth anymore, wearing a shameful smile.
"She said her name was Mania." He answered. "She left her mark on my wards before leaving me to suffer the consequences."
Truth glanced back at the bourbon bottle. “Mark on your wards, huh? Left you for another man? Cheated? Demonesses are harsh, I’d never trust one. And not because they’re women because they’re actual Demons. Much more bloodthirsty and lusty…” He whistled and leaned back against the booth. “Anyway, enough about the tough times, what do you wanna know about me?”
Icarus let himself be pulled back into the present and out of his memories. He didn't need the images of those innocent, burnt and bloody bodies. Especially not here. He attempted a smile.
"I guess I should be asking if you're single." Icarus tried to lighten the mood with a light chuckle.
Truth raised an eyebrow. “You have better attentions than I thought, looking at you. Yes, I am single.” He chuckled gently too and took a swig of his drink.
“Why, you interested in me? A Dark Demon? One of the most fierce and intolerable of Demon breeds?”
"Just making conversation," Icarus commented, smirking slightly as he leaned back in his chair, taking a deep drink of his coke and rum. "Informational conversation," Icarus winked as he swirled his drink out of habit.
"Any questions you wish to ask me, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome Demon?"
Truth yawned, showing his sharp, white teeth. “Informational, huh?” He asked heavily, taking a swig of bourbon. “No, not necessarily… haven’t I already asked you enough? You’re a Fallen Angel, hence why you’re in the Mortal realm… hm… Nope, no questions for Mr. Mysterious, Hot, Fallen Angel.”
"I'm flattered you think I'm mysterious." He smiled as he drank again from his glass. "So what is your motivation for being here?" He asked as he noticed the waiter hurry over to ask for their orders.
"I'll just take the Ruben sandwich please."
“New York Strip, as rare as you can make it legally,” Truth stated his order confidently.
“My intentions being here?” Truth repeated the question as the waiter hurried off. “Hmm… maybe to see your intentions… maybe to compinate for yours.” He smirked in his glass as he took a swig.
Icarus raised his eyebrows in surprise and interest and placed his glass of coke and rum back on the table.
"Compensate, huh? Were you hoping for a certain… result?" He eyed Truth curiously, wondering if he actually chose his short dress shirt on purpose.
(Sorry for that wrong spelling! My IPad’s being a you-know-what today.)
Truth clicked his tongue. “Yes and no,” He purred idly as he took a sip of the drink, to find it was empty. He set the glass down, lifted up the bottle and paused, staring at it.
Who needs cups? He asked himself as he uncorked it and started chugging out of the 25 Oz bottle.
(nah my dude it's cool. autocorrect messes me up so much on my phone lol)
Icarus stared as Truth began to chug the bottle of liquor.
"Are… are you gonna be alright?" He asked, a bit concerned at the amount of alcohol Truth was intaking. "Am I going to have to fly you home? I don't even know where you live…"
Truth finished the bottle with a pretty (if I may intrude with a comment xD) sexy “Ahhh.” He set the bottle down with a polite burp.
“Nah, I’ll be alright. Demons can’t get intoxicated. I was just feeling a bit” -His voice lowered- “thirsty…” He sat back into the booth with another burp, staring at Icarus with a smirk.
(ahaha perfect lol)
Icarus stared with a near blank look on his face, except for him swallowing in nervousness and intimidation. "It's nice to know I won't have to carry you home then…" He felt a shiver go up his spine from the deepness and connotation of Truth's voice and words.
Truth laughed gently. “Of course you wouldn’t have to. I wouldn’t make you, either.” He stretched out and glanced around. “So, have you been here before? It’s kinda fancy isn’t it?” He hoped he didn’t sound too dismayed. He liked the cool, calm collected environment of the restaurant, but the fact that was filled with so many people caught him off guard for such an expensive place to eat.
"Only a few times when it was just starting. Thought I might check up on the place if I was going to take you out to dinner. It seems to have grown since then." He said while looking around, taking in the restaurant's fanciness. "Or maybe I'm trying to impress you." He paused for a second, trying to process what Truth meant.
"It's alright if you don't like it. I can impress you in other ways…" He smirked as he went to finish off his coke and rum glass.
Truth couldn’t help a smirk and a chuckle. “Can you, now? Nah, this place is good, I’d come here again.” He nodded and glanced back at Icarus. “So, once we finish up our food, what’re you planning for the rest of the night?” He looked at Icarus down his nose. “Not sleep, surely.”
(I have to go at 9, school night ^-^)