08-14-2014, 09:04 PM
Brumac grumbled. He didn't figure the his lazy friend would really want to work. The offer was still out there though. He grunted at Frewen. "Sometimes when I need help, or sometimes when you feel like it?" he questioned. He was fed up with that kind of help already. The tavern was open for a set amount of hours to the public and that's when he expected help.
He'd been scowling at that thought, after already having hired someone today who was already slacking, when he smelled a particular bit of flesh that had him turning his head to the stairs. That Peri. She certainly looked like she'd been upstairs sleeping. He was going to give that girl an earful. And if she messed up again, he had no qualms with eating her. It wasn't like those things were frowned upon here. Besides, the authorities around here were too busy trying to keep peace among gangs and prevent wars. A missing girl? They wouldn't think twice, if they even somehow found out.
Brumac had been imagining her in the daily soup, when she crossed the floor, shoving one of the room keys at Kioku. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before, but the pair smelled of each other. Light scents of Kioku and Peri mingling together, though not separately. Kioku was dropping territs on the bar and, fleeing. That's what he was doing. Fleeing because he'd been deceitful to Brumac, and fleeing because he knew he'd interfered with Brumac's business, and that no matter how friendly they'd been, that shit didn't fly with the ogre.
"Take care of the tavern, Peri," he said sharply, before hopping over the bar to the other side. While seemingly a somewhat docile ogre, he moved awfully easily and quickly when he wanted to. As his feet hit the floor on the other side of the bar, the ground rumbled around them. Many of the patrons stopped their conversations to stare for a moment, but a quick and hostile glance from those red eyes had them returning to their meals and chatter.
Peri had immediately nodded and returned to her job. She replaced the key on the key rack and started clearing empty plates and glasses from the bar, almost robotically. She glanced towards the door once. She hadn't intended on getting Kioku in trouble. She wouldn't even take the little romp back, it had been something amazing, actually. Peri was only irked that she'd been tricked and had her energy unwillingly stolen through deceit. Oh well. The jerk wasn't her problem now.
Brumac yanked the door to the tavern open, catching the back of Kioku's shirt in a large hand before he could make it up the stairs. The ogre spun the man around and slammed him into the stone wall with a new fist full of the front of Kioku's shirt. Normally Brumac would have used excessive force, cracking the wall with the other's body, but he was trying hard to go easier on Kioku.
The ogre towered over Kioku. He leaned into the man's face and growled a deep menacing growl. "Maybe she decided to take a cat nap?" he quoted sharply, narrowing his red eyes. Brumac was a hard guy to anger, but when he got angry, he had a hard time not letting himself spiral into an out of control rage that often left others, well, dead. He growled again, breathing hard. He was obviously losing himself to the rage. The spikes in his back, shoulders and around his face grew from his skin now, and the ogre threw Kioku against the other wall.
It cracked this time. Brumac grabbed the man by the throat and jaw, keeping him from crumpling into a heap on the ground. The ogre lifted Kioku off the ground, still against the cracked wall, until they were eye level. The ogre was losing touch with humanity, and he moved his face close to Kioku's neck, inhaling the scent of his flesh in a large lung full. He smelled delicious.
"You come into my tavern, and cause trouble for my business, Kioku," he said, voice deeper and eerily calmer than usual. "And you lie to my face," he growled, tightening his grip. "Maybe I'll see how you taste after all." The ogre leaned in again, grabbing the man by an arm to keep him up while he moved his large hand just enough so that when his long warm tongue made contact with Kioku's collar bone, he could drag the large pink muscle up the man's neck without licking his own hand.
When he retracted his tongue, Brumac grumbled his delight. His eyes clouded over, and he was lost to all reason. Kioku was certainly in a bad spot.
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