Andreas looked down at Cory, pausing for a moment to look at how cute the boy was. Then he looked back at the man in front of him. "I apologize for my rashness, but if you don't mind me asking, if you're not mortal . . . what are you?" he asked him, leaning forward.
Shane ran a hand through his hair carelessly. "Oh you know… just a Demon." He said letting his eyes flash with unholy light. "I find myself to be awfully bored. Perhaps you gentlemen can help me?" That same smile lingered on his lips, although it seemed a bit more sinister now.
Cory, being the drunk and easily lovesick musician he was, almost immediately felt himself falling head over heels for this guy. A demon. And a demon who seemed interested, even partially, in him. “I’d be down,” was about as far away from “take me now” that he could manage without sounding like an idiot
(cory is amazing)
Abandon lead the man to the bar and he say down, keeping his perfect posture and calm expression. He motioned for the other guy to sit, smiling at him lightly. "Got a favorite drink?"
Jace sat up carefully into the chair, supporting himself on the counter rather awkwardly. He grinned at the much taller man, tilting his head up at a menu behind the bar.
"I think I'll just go for a wine."
(:D)
(cory is amazing)
(Lmao thanks. He’s a dork when drunk)
Andreas felt his guard go up, just slightly. The man – no, the demon – was hot, but was being with him worth potentially selling his soul or something? He didn't like the gleam in his eye, or his grin. Andreas looked down at Cory who was turning all kinds of shades of red. If he wanted Cory tonight, he had to go along with the demon too. He looked him up and down. Yeah, it was worth it. "I'm pretty damn good at curing boredom, if I do say so myself." Andreas smiled and pushed himself away from the railing. "But I think we need drinks. What can I get you boys?"
Cory almost immediately perked at the prospect of free drinks. He knew he should insist that he was okay on principle of politeness, but at this point he was craving something sweet before they ended up tangled up somewhere. “Just a White Russian,” he answered, smiling a little shyly as he fiddled with his collar, the ring clinking faintly in the process
Hm.//
(Erissssss. Does Shane want anythinggg?)