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sirenspull_logs2012-02-10 09:26 pm
sequincy) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-10 09:26 pm
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Forget my daylight, torture my night
Who: Ishida Uryuu & Eric Northman
When: TBA, night
Where: Fangtasia
Summary: Uryuu goes looking for an answer concerning Shikamaru's drug habits; he finds one. (Continued from here)
Warnings/Notes: Violence, gore, drug use, inappropriate touching/sexual tension--vampires, basically. UPDATE: It's gonna get steamy and bloody up in here, folks. Hide yo kids.
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"I don't know you. And I'm spoken for." But he'd been embarrassed, and his answer sounded foolish. Like Eric said - those weren't things that mattered here; those weren't what this place was about.
He watched Eric's tongue and realized he could still feel his touch. It was true, there wasn't a person in the room who wouldn't want to be in his place right now, and that had nothing to do with Uryuu. Eric was a drug all his own. He'd be lying if he said he couldn't see the seduction.
"Ishida Uryuu," he offered after a moment, saving face. "What's yours?"
The second shot was more than he'd wanted. Disadvantageous. The Quincy was about to refuse it when he realized what Eric was implying. Sure enough, there was something dissolving into the vodka. Uryuu's sharp gaze caught the image of a bird before the alcohol swallowed the stamp completely. He took the glass in hand. Slowly.
This was it; the owner of Fangtasia had just offered him a drug. This was what he'd needed. "Is it only one drop?" he heard himself ask, remembering Shikamaru's phrasing. It was important he seem familiar with it.
Uryuu's heart was pounding louder than the pulsing music; he licked his lips.
He knocked back the shot.
When: TBA, night
Where: Fangtasia
Summary: Uryuu goes looking for an answer concerning Shikamaru's drug habits; he finds one. (Continued from here)
Warnings/Notes: Violence, gore, drug use, inappropriate touching/sexual tension--vampires, basically. UPDATE: It's gonna get steamy and bloody up in here, folks. Hide yo kids.
--
"I don't know you. And I'm spoken for." But he'd been embarrassed, and his answer sounded foolish. Like Eric said - those weren't things that mattered here; those weren't what this place was about.
He watched Eric's tongue and realized he could still feel his touch. It was true, there wasn't a person in the room who wouldn't want to be in his place right now, and that had nothing to do with Uryuu. Eric was a drug all his own. He'd be lying if he said he couldn't see the seduction.
"Ishida Uryuu," he offered after a moment, saving face. "What's yours?"
The second shot was more than he'd wanted. Disadvantageous. The Quincy was about to refuse it when he realized what Eric was implying. Sure enough, there was something dissolving into the vodka. Uryuu's sharp gaze caught the image of a bird before the alcohol swallowed the stamp completely. He took the glass in hand. Slowly.
This was it; the owner of Fangtasia had just offered him a drug. This was what he'd needed. "Is it only one drop?" he heard himself ask, remembering Shikamaru's phrasing. It was important he seem familiar with it.
Uryuu's heart was pounding louder than the pulsing music; he licked his lips.
He knocked back the shot.