You say you found a way back inside my closet;

[shifting]

Who: Mr. Merlotte & Miss Visser One
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Merlotte's
Summary: Visser One comes to visit Sam at work. Unfortunately, so does a Darkness monster.
Warnings: idek
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[It's a beautiful Tuesday afternoon. No rain, no clouds, plenty of sunshine and reason to be out enjoying it. Lovely.

It's horrible for business.

The place is practically dead, and what few scattered patrons are enjoying lunch inside today are quiet, mostly of the older set. Not enough people to need many workers on to serve. Already running with two kitchen staff and one server, Sam called to tell Jesse not to come in either. What's the point of a DJ for ten people? So instead it's Sam at the music station, shuffling up a playlist of songs that won't upset the older crowd, but also won't put him to sleep. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.]

Comments

[shifting]

[...Uh. Not what he'd expected.]

You're right, I guess I did. Sounds like what you really want is a shot. So - shot of tequila it is. [he'll put some salt and a lime on the rim, of course.]

Rough day?

[thefourteenth]

Replace "day" with "week" and you'll be halfway there.

[Edriss gives the shot glass and lime a quizzical look, drawing up memories from Eva she's never needed before.]

Tequila shooters. [ ? ]

[shifting]

...Now I know you're an alien if you've never done a shot before.

It's real simple. For this drink, you take a little lick 'o salt, then you gulp down that drink, and then you suck on a lime. Easy peasy.

[thefourteenth]

[she might as well have the buffering symbol over her face, for all that this is registering. Eva's done this before, but it's been a long time.]

I think I remember. [A moment of distaste:] What possible purpose could any ritual serve that involves licking yourself?

[shifting]

It causes a reaction on your tastebuds. Makes it go down smoother. ...You could lick the salt off somethin' else, I guess, if the skin really bothers you. [quietly laughing at you, Eva]

[thefourteenth]

It hardly concerns me, but it is strange.

[She looks at it quizzically for a moment, then licks a slow stripe up the side of her hand and sprinkles salt on it.

Great. Now her hand is salty. Edriss glances up at Sam, half-amused at this human peculiarity.]

And you're sure it's only to drink, of course. It has no sexual component?

[shifting]

Only when you do it off another person.

[thefourteenth]

[Or when your eyes linger too long, she thinks. There are a few memories from the long-ago days of Allison Kim, when she was too deep into her host, in those days of treasonous sympathy and falling in something resembling love.

In her experience, there is always expectation carried when someone's first suggestion is something like this.

But this expectation is something simple. It's human, it's easy. It's better than whatever waits for her at home with Marco, the morphing brat.

Her mouth twitches in a slight smile.]

Is this that kind of bar?

[shifting]

It's... flexible. [he's flirting. They both know it. Nothing wrong with it. It's healthy and safe, and damn, it just feels good to do again.]

[thefourteenth]

[It's been a very long time since Edriss has done anything of the sort, and that was with someone she knew, with the secure knowledge that their hosts both wanted each other physically- that level of backup.]

That sounds interesting. [A lie.] Maybe even enjoyable. [The truth.]

[shifting]

Yeah? [that's... more than he was expecting to hear this quickly. Just went to show that he was still feeling her out, still getting to know her. What would being intimate with an alien be like, he can't help but wonder. She looks human, smells human. So much of her body is human?

He glances away for a moment, embarrassed by his own thoughts. Sam straightens.] I'd like to think it would be. ...'Course, middle of the afternoon in a public bar's not always the best place for it. At least not unless you're in one of the private rooms.

Depends on how comfortable you are.

[thefourteenth]

[My my, he moves fast. Edriss eyes him inscrutably, taking him in and analyzing everything she finds- his face, his voice, his manner, how he moves, how easily he's willing to invite her somewhere private and do something sexual with a relative stranger. Puto, Eva's mind supplies, but Edriss withholds judgment. This pliability- it's useful.

She does, however, let a little mockery twist into her expression, but not enough to betray any cruelty.]

I meant seeing the bar that way. As an observer, it could be interesting.

[Still holding her salty hand up, she slowly pushes the salt across the counter to him.]