Fia's smiled faltered. "That is sad..." She thought, though she felt lucky she would never experience that fate. The sight of a slightly rundown bar came into view. A rickety old sign with a moon and a jug in front of it. Underneath read 'Moonshine Pub'. Fia twitched slightly. "Here we are. Make sure no one tries to molest you." She warned before opening the door.

Harren grinned again, spinning a small needle-like dagger around his hand.
"Oh... I'm sure I'll do my share of the molesting."
Harren followed Fia into the tavern and quickly looked around, assessing the occupants.

"Careful, I don't want you killing anyone." Fia warned as she walked straight inside. Various men stared at the familiar waitress with a smile. One even started whistling at her. "Hey Fia, finally gonna give me the lovin' I deserve?!" He asked. Fia just twitched. "You know, scratch that. Please kill him if you'd like." She muttered.

Harren grinned widely and then got an idea. He looked at the man that had catcalled. The man had a large build, but wasn't excessive. His face bore numerous scars from past battles, but he was still fairly attractive. He'd never know what hit him. Suddenly Harren disappeared and then reappeared in the aforementioned man's lap.
"Well hello handsome."
Harren then kissed the thoroughly surprised man full on the lips. The man's face flushed an angry red as he realised what had happened. Harren dodged the blow that threatened to implode his face. He gracefully pinwheeled in the air before landing on the table without a sound. Harren gave a theatrical bow and blew a kiss before returning to Fia's side, his grin wider than before.

[[Ihave a feeling Joaquin and Harren will get along smashingly. 8DDD :heart:]]

Fia pouted. "I said kill, not flirt." She said before turning to the counter, "BOSS!" A fat man with greasy gray hair came out from behind the curtain and glared at the short girl. "Where the hell have you been Fia?! And where's those damn groceries?!" "I threw them away." She replied with a shrug. "What?! The heck is wrong with you?!" "Lots of things, now..." Fia grabbed the nearest mug of beer from some guy sitting at the bar and spilled it all over the fat man's head. "I quit." She announced before spinning on her heel and headed for the stairs. The fat man sputtered some beer out and screamed at her. "GOOD RIDANCE! GET YOUR CRAP AND LEAVE!!" "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING YOU FAT LARD?!" Fia screamed back as she stomped up the stairs.

Harren almost collapsed with laughter until the fat barman lifted him up by the collar.
"The @#$% you laughin at!?"
Harren smiled serenely before shouting up to Fia,
"You mind if I kill this one?"
Before she could answer Harren thrust his feet into the fat man's stomach, sending him crashing into the wall. Harren landed on his feet a few feet away and smiled at the fallen barman, waiting for Fia's response.

[[ I should stop switching writing styles and settle with one I'm comfortable with. :cry: Thank you very much for your help again, Lollipop. ]]

‘Nobleman... Fortune-teller?’

Another frown creased through Thalel’s features even as he eyed the gloved hand holding his own awkwardly. He had seen several human men do this to wealthy noblewomen around here, but to have it done to him was...new. And strange. He wasn’t sure if it happened, and he had just never seen it before or if Joaquin was simply doing it to him for what seemed like personal amusement. More importantly, the other hadn't really answered his question, and he couldn't tell whether the misinterpretation was genuine or deliberate.

‘That wasn’t quite what I meant…’

The more he thought about it, the less inclined he felt to trust the silver-haired man.

As he perpended the matter, glinting teal eyes rose to meet his own aquamarine gaze, and he found himself unable to look away. Almost mesmerized by the piercing look in them and the barely restrained power behind it...as if he could wrench the truth from his mind if he truly put his will to it and was merely refraining from the discourtesy. He barely heard the fortune-teller's question in his trance.

"What brings you so far from your own island home, Thalel?"

He exhaled shakily, absently registering the accented intonation as his name was spoken, willing himself to look away before he found himself revealing something he would regret, and pointedly returned to staring at the hand grasping his own in a firm but tender grip. The close proximity was not helping his discomfort, and it was a long time before he answered.

"I... am searching...."

He trailed off and averted his gaze, uncertain if he should continue.

"...for..?"

Joaquin prompted quietly, his silken baritone flowing over Thalel, causing the sea elf to repress a slight shudder. Out of the corner of his eye, Thalel could still see the other's pale face. The amusement in teal eyes had turned to one of genuine curiosity, and the smile curving blood red lips had grown unusually gentle.

He narrowed his eyes, slightly more suspicious now.

"...I am looking for someone," he conceded shortly at length, pulling his hand away awkwardly.

He was almost certain the other wanted something of him; he just didn't know what. Just then, he spied a pair of figures walking across the square below. They too looked peculiar. He could see that they weren't elven, but although they looked human, there was something strange about them. He wasn't sure what. Intrigued, he continued to stare at them, the silver-haired man by his side forgotten for the moment.

[[Finally, we're all in one place again! XDD No problem at all, Eggroll; we wouldn't want to keep our friends waiting, now would we? 8P Thanks for the speedy edit. ;)]]

Joaquin followed the elf's gaze down to see his two customers from before conversing excitedly as they walked across the square. Paying a tad more attention, he just barely heard the words "Moonshine Pub" carried on the wind. So that was their destination then. Sensing his companion's interest, he asked, "Would you like to join them?"

The musician's head whipped around to face him at that. "...Ah..?"

Before Thalel could reply, he pulled his hood over his head once more and lifted the sea elf up. The other yelped as he leaped down to ground level to take off after the pair at a superhuman speed, enjoying the feel of taut muscle in his hands. Moments later, he stood outside the pub he had followed the pair to. It reeked of stale sweat, noxious smoke and rancid ale, and there seemed to be some commotion inside above the usual clamor of a busy tavern. Still, the vampire set his companion down and opened the door to let themselves in. As the elf dazedly stepped in obediently with him by his side, the silver-haired demon boy from earlier landed only slightly more than an inch in front of him as a burly man went crashing into a wall.

With a smirk, he closed what little distance remained between them. "So we meet again, my friend," he murmured, letting his left hand caress up fair skin where neck melded into shoulder. The demon tilted his head back to look up at him with a feral grin in greeting, clearly having sensed who he was, and Joaquin swiftly seized the opportunity to steal a kiss, invading a warm mouth with matched fierceness. They broke off after several moments as one of the burly man's friends came running towards them, obviously intending to strike, and the fortune-teller casually flicked a card at the incoming attacker without so much as tearing his glance away from demon before him. The card embedded itself in the man's windpipe, and the dead weight fell crashing to the floor as he spoke a little louder to be heard above the din, twinkling teal eyes meeting glinting green and the amused smirk back in place. "I didn't catch your name earlier."

"Su-" A crash made Fia stop short. Once it was cleared, she yelled again. "Sure!" She walked to the last room on the left, ignoring the moans and pants from customers occupying the rooms. She did not even want to think about what they were doing. The fallen angel quickly walked in, grabbed her sack and stuffed a few items inside. The large bag was swung over her shoulder, making Fia look smaller than usual.

She headed back downstairs in a flash to catch Harren along with the fortune teller and the elf he was making out with standing near the counter. Behind it was her old boss in a hole. A man with a card lodged in his throat. "... What did you guys do?" Fia asked calmly, slightly upset that she missed all the fun.

[[You know, I don't think we got so far as to be considered making out, bizzle. XD"]]

[[Fia loves to overexaggerate.]]

Harren smiled and licked his lips, the vampire's kiss had tasted a bit like a mixture of cloves and honey, most likely from the perfumed incense and herbs he worked with. Harren tucked a few stray strands of his silver hair behind one of his slightly pointed ears as he probed the depths of the vampire's teal gaze.
"I do apologise, Call me Harren."
Harren pivoted on one foot so as to face Joaquin. Without warning his left hand shot out and embedded itself in the barman's neck, he had apparently been trying to sneak up from behind. Harren pulled back his hand, allowing the body to drop to the floor with a dull thud, and licked some blood off of one of his fingers.
"And you? I don't think you were able to mention your name before the chaos began..."
As he said this, Harren circled Joaquin, viewing him from all sides with with renewed interest.

(I seem to have been reading his name incorrectly until now. I thought it was Joquain, same letters just with the 'a' in the wrong place.)

"The name's Joaquin, Joaquin Cesaré." He glanced at the blood on the demon's hand and pulled said hand to him by the wrist just as the slim boy came full circle, bringing its owner up close again. "That looked appetizing..." Joaquin murmured, sucking the blood off slender fingers slowly, swirling his tongue around each digit as he met the other's gaze. "At least until I realized its source," he murmured against soft skin as he licked the blood off a warm palm. "I'd rather have yours," he added an instant before he let his fang scrape a cut into a finger. Harren made an indistinct sound that didn't seem like pain as the vampire began to suck tenderly at the gash, never breaking eye contact. "And to answer your question, Lady Fia," he spoke again as he paused when the wound closed. "We were just teaching a few of your customers the meaning of a private moment." He pierced the next finger and took it deeper into his mouth to suck harder on it, watching green eyes with great interest.

[[That's funny. You seemed to spell it just fine all this while. XD"]]

Fia twitched at the overwhelming use of PDA between the Joaquin and Harren. "Can you seduce each other later? You're scaring some of the men in here." She announced, pointing to a few men totally freaked out by the weird display of affection, "Besides, I think you're little sea elf might be getting jealous."

Harren ignored Fia, laughing at the vampire's joke,
"I'd have to agree with you there. It tastes of greasy, fried foods, not all that appetising."
Harren smiled as Joaquin playfully tasted his blood. Suddenly his grin widened,
"Oh my, if you like that, tainted as it is with human blood, get a load of this..."
Harren stepped back, his grin widening. With a flip of his long silver hair, Harren's body repeated the change to his true form. His skin changed and darkened to a solid pink. Two white horns sprang from above his temples as decorative bone appendages sprouted from each shoulder. and his clothes were replaced by intricate white armor, that was rather revealing.
(visual Full demon form )
Harren stepped forward again, now eye to eye with Joaquin.
"Ever tasted untainted full demon blood before?"

"I think, Lady Fia, that they've found something more...material to be freaked out about now," Joaquin said as he pushed his hood back to shake out his long silver waves, not bothering to conceal his vampiric appearance now that he had a fully transformed demon stealing the spotlight. He doubted he'd be the horror the town gossiped about for the rest of the month. "Besides..." he continued, letting his gaze slide pointedly to Thalel. "...it takes two to tango, you know."

Turning back to Harren, he removed the glove on his right hand, revealing sharp claws painted the dark wine red of his cloak gracing a pale fine-boned hand. Stepping forward to press his cold hand to warm pink skin appreciatively, the vampire replied, "Yes, actually. Several. I've lived a long time for one not born immortal, you know." He slid his hand upwards with more than a little force in the gesture to roughly pull the demon against him. "Still, I never tire of it," he finished," pressing their lips together in another passionate kiss, this one rougher and hungrier than the last, and cutting the other's tongue with his fangs as it invaded his mouth. Blood flowed, and he savoured the dark power in it with satisfaction as he drew the taller form closer to him, completely ignoring the stares they were garnering.

Harren smiled to himself as they kissed, if nothing else, this was most definitely worth the trip. Harren wrapped the vampire in a tight embrace with his wings, his surroundings completely forgotten in the wave of lust that was threatening to overtake him.

(sorry, I would have added more, but I'm not sure what type of vampire you are. warm/cold soft/stony that kind of thing. I didn't want to mess up in the discription of your character.
Also, my my the RP is reading more like a BL now O//O)

Fia just sighed in exasperation, ignoring the stares of the men around the bar. "Fine, I'll let you have your fun." She announced as she went behind the bar to grab a drink. She knew they weren't paying attention to her, but she didn't mind. Fia was quite used to being ignored.

[[Well, vampires are certainly cold-blooded, but I don't think soft or stony is a very accurate description of any person..? Either way, you can perceive something in any way you prefer. Point of view changes things. :lol: And there's nothing wrong with a BL RP, nothing wrong at all. We just need to keep it PG-13 in line with the rules; I call it the tasteful fade-to-black effect. :rofl:]]

Joaquin broke the kiss off with a knowing smirk, sensing the demon's intention. Blowing several strands of silver hair out of the way to nip at a pointed ear almost roughly enough to cut but not quite, he murmured, "Think we should take this somewhere more comfortable?"

Harren grinned devilishly, tracing the line of joaquin's jaw with his finger,
"Have any place in mind? I don't suppose your place would give us much privacy, and my place is, well, one hell of a place, but not too welcoming if you know what I mean..."

Joaquin let out a brief chuckle at that, letting his fingers trace smooth planes of muscle idly. "My real place might have quite the ambience if you're feeling up to some morbidity," he riposted with some mirth. "But you're looking for something more adventurous, aren't you?" he questioned, the hint of a challenge in teal eyes as he tilted his head up to meet a lust-darkened green gaze. "I'm open to anywhere free from week-old human filth," he added, raising his other hand to bury it in the other's soft thick hair. He leaned forward so their lips were barely touching and pulled back slightly just as the demon tried to close the distance. "After all, if some stragglers want a show badly enough to come watch it, we should certainly give them a good performance, don't you think?" he murmured with amusement into their shared breathing space, pulling back slightly again from the other's attempt to take the teasingly offered kiss.

"People do not want to watch this." Fia announced as she sipped some of her beer. She was lying of course, for some men were watching the couple with both disbelief and lust. She could feel the rising emotion and it was making her sick to her stomach. 'I thought I escaped this when I left...' She thought boredly.

Harren grinned at the playful vampire, now aware of the confused yet interested eyes of every person in the room. If they wanted a show, they would get a show. Harren quickly clasped his hands onto both the vampire's sides and lifted him off the ground. He then stole the kiss the Vampire had been teasingly withholding.
"Adventurous sounds fun. What were you thinking? town square?"
Harren looked up at the vampires face, for they were almost the same height and bringing him off the ground had brought Joaquin's face a full head above Harren's body. Harren grinned broader as he saw the vampire's elongated canines, Harren's grin revealed his similarly pointed demonic fangs.
"I just noticed something..."
Harren said with a laugh,
"We match!"

Thalel stared, just a little open-mouthed, at the display before him, somewhat transfixed. His rescuer and the demon he had seen in the sky earlier were...he did not know what to call it. They first started kissing, invading each other's mouths with their tongues, just like Joaquin had done to him earlier, and he had to wonder if it was something human men often did. And, if so, was it common to do so with other men of other species? At the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered his brother telling him that staring was rude, and most people generally disliked being stared at. Still, he couldn't help it, couldn't make himself tear his eyes away. They were murmuring to each other now in...strangely enunciated tones, and he just barely heard them speak of "Taking this somewhere more comfortable." The sea elf found himself wondering what that meant exactly. Take it elsewhere to...continue? Into what? He had to ask his brother when he found him.

"People do not want to watch this," the petite lady he had seen earlier walking across the town square said loudly, sounding rather...put upon and disinterested.

'They don't..?' he wondered, taking in the interested stares from many people in the room. And he couldn't even be certain he himself was not curious.