Topic: Unexpectedly Pleasant Company - 18+ Mature

Craig Cleric

Date: 2016-12-01 16:57 EST
November 30th, 2016 Craig and Jynxx

Leaned against the side of a building outside one of the many 'rinky dink' dive bars of the Rhy'Din docks she stood. Black cut off daisy duke shorts and a half unbuttoned red and black button up flannel shirt adorning her frame. Cleavage freely exposed for all the patrons to see. With a half burned out cigarette in hand, ashes still fully intact to the damned thing. Insisting she's done nothing but allow it to burn free. In her other she held her cell, messages page opened up. Exhaling a loud sigh while thumbing through the contacts in that phone with a bored expression plastered on that raccoon eye painted up face of hers. To put it bluntly Jynxx looked like a mess, even more so than usual. Less slut and more vagrant today it would seem. Paying virtually no attention to the denizens who pass by making their crude and sexual remarks to the girl. And why not' Pretty girl hanging around the docks, who wouldn't assume prostitute down on their luck" After a moment of sliding the contact list up and down with her thumb she paused for a moment. Brows furrowing before hesitantly clinking on the name Imbecile Kiwi. Charming no' Leave it to her to have shitty insulting nicknames for contacts. Raising that nearly done smoke to lips she took in a drag as she began thumbing away at the glass surface of that little electronic device. "Hey Craig, long time. Wanna hang out"" she jotted down. Staring at the phone blankly for several seconds before click on the send button. Exhaling a ever present thinning plume of smoke in the face of the passerby staring at her as they waltzed on. Dick move, did she care" Hell no.

Craig was dressed a touch better than he normally was. A full sleeved button up dress shirt, an open suit jacket that was a shimmering shade of dark teal. Black slacks that were slim fitting to his tall and corded frame, dress shoes. But one thing that was always distinctly 'Craig' was the bright colored bow tie that rarely matched the rest of his clothing, this time it was almost orchid in shade. His hair was outlandish, standing up and flopped over to the side in a mild style. He'd invested in a shabby apartment some time ago in Rhy'Din, considering the majority of the Hellish folks he knew had seemed to vacate and move on. Being Hell's punching bag wasn't nearly as fun when most of the friendly faces were no where to be seen.

He'd just made it through the door of said apartment, tossing his house keys in a ceramic bowl with a crash of metal to thick glass before brows furrowed at the distinct buzz of his phone went off in his pocket. His head tilted back, looking up at the ceiling in thought as he worked the device out of his slacks pocket. Did I text anyone today' I don't remember texting anyone today. It was a rare instance for anyone to initiate a conversation with him. He was typically the first to shoot off a message. With the phone out of his pocket, he peered down at the bright display and spotted the sender. "Jynxx"!" Those russet orbs were globes at that point, nearly flying out of his skull when he saw who had texted him. Swallowing hard, his thumb was hesitant on pressing the 'read' option. "Today is the day that I die," he quoted his brother and squeezed one eye closed, holding the phone out like pressing that button was going to cause a nuclear explosion in his hand. His shoulders lifted, as if trying to shrink into himself as his other eye squeezed shut, scrunching up his face before a quick, sharp jab of his thumb had the message displaying. He was overreacting, but when wasn't the dramatic Pride Demon'

Summoning courage, with the message displayed, he peeked out of one eye to peer at what the message said. He was expecting some form of harsh words, perhaps some bitchiness, maybe even today's the day I'ma kill you, chump. But no, he relaxed when he read that message, though a look of extreme confusion crossed his face as he pulled the phone closer to read it over and over again. "Why the hell would Jynxx want to hang out with me?" Shrugging, he hesitantly tapped out a quick message in return. It has been a hot minute. I'd be down, you wanna meet up somewhere or...drop by' Or I can come to you? Though his text was playing it far more cool than he, his heart was pounding in his chest. I'ma die, this is it. She gon' kill me. Dead. Super dead. Super duper dead. DEAD. SHIT.

"You panic alot. Still have no idea how the whole demon/angel thing works do you? I can hear those thoughts when my name is mentioned dipsh**." Instant reply. A mere few seconds later she up and practically vanished from her position. Thin air. Nothing left in her wake but the nearly finished cigarette laying on the ground where she once stood. Cherry embers still fuming. BLAM BLAM on the door to Craig's shabby apartment. The thuds of her boot colliding with the wooden frame. A 24 pack of beer in each hand. The girl didn't waste any time, but to visit Craig of all people so hastily' And asking for permission first' That was beyond out of the norm for her. Jynxx was always a 'Pop in now deal with it' type. This newfound courtesy about her damn near unfathomable. "Open up Craig." She muttered through the door. Mistake number one, opening his trap. Mistake two' Saying her name while opening his trap. A direct link to his location. And his thought process related to her. The fool really needed to learn how to use his demonic powers, but Jynxx wasn't going to complain. His ignorance was hers to abuse. Welcome to the Hellspawn new kid.

He was thankful in some means of already being dead, it saved from worry of heart failure or having full blown panic attacks. Generally speaking, he didn't need to breathe. But that didn't stop the constant thrum of blood rushing through his ears. The instant reply from her had him peering at the message and swallowing hard. His arm fell against his thigh with a soft thud, eyes rolling closed as he tilted his head back. He groaned, loudly. Yeah, always forgot about that. He was a piss poor demon, still retaining his humanity to full caliber, he was still Craig. The Kiwi. The entertainer. The ridiculous idiot that sang in pubs and coffee shops, that made a fool of himself to get others to laugh at him. You wouldn't know he was a demon unless you could sense it, smell the faint touch of sulfur on his being, or if he blinked those black eyes.

But that mental kicking himself in the ass was cut short when he visibly jumped from the pounding of her foot on his door and the sudden feel of her presence outside. Those eyes snapped open, head swiveling with his body quick to follow in the turn. He was still standing right there by the door. Pointless to text back, he tossed the device on the counter, his hands lifting up and straightening his bow tie while clearing his throat. Taking those short steps to the door, his hand came out to grasp the handle and twist it, slowly pulling the door open and peering through the ever-widening crack as he pulled it open. "I know how it works....I just forget. They don't exactly hand out instruction manuals in Hell." With the door all the way open, he was squinting upward. "Maybe I should invest in more Post Its." When his eyes drifted down to see her head on, it was then that he noticed the cases of beer in her hands. Blinking for a moment, confusion was evident. "Downgrading today?" He arched one brow, and that question might've had a double meaning. Not just on choice of alcohol -as he always saw her with the heaviest liquors one could find in her hands, not beer- and perhaps even company.

Jynxx shrugged at his remarks. Maneuvering around him into the apartment. With a quick glance around of those baby blues before whipping around to face him. Lowering her posture to place the 24 packs on the floor, a faint hint at a smirk reared itself on her features. "That's the point Craig, you learn or you die in hell. Not too hard to understand. But....I suppose that's why there's masters and there's toys. As for the beer, is that not your poison' Excuse me for being courteous. Next time i'll just make you chug Everclear." Her retort was followed by a faint snicker and a shake of her head. Making a light show of sliding the beer across the floor with a light kick of her foot towards his couch before trotting her ass over to it. Plopping down promptly before leaning over to dig into a 24 pack. Immediately tossing a can in his direction before pulling one out for herself. "So, how's the infamous sing star been" Better yet, what?s the idiot Singstar doing in Rhy'Din?"

Simple questions that were more or less ice breakers for Jynxx, topic don't matter. Conversation does. Or does it' Common belief of Jynxx is she'd rather be putting her mouth to use on a slab of meat rather than the clicking of tongues. Alas, the slut showed no true signs of the horrid being she once portrayed regularly. A fright for any poor soul to be sure. "Don't worry about it too much, clearly you don't anyway. But I doubt anyone's going to come kicking down your door to kill you. No one would waste the time or effort on a barely threatening demon like you. Kudos for that. No enemies, no need for the paranoia that you for some reason have towards me."

As she moved around him, he tilted his frame to the side to allow her inside. Though Jynxx frankly scared the shit out of him most of the time, curiosity here got the best of him. Though there was a faint image popping up in his head of her beating him to a pulp with those 24 packs of beer and he fought the shiver that was rising up his spine. When she was inside and moving toward the living room...slash kitchen. It was shabby, but decent for shabby affairs. The kitchen and living room connected into a large square, cut in half only by the furniture that made it detectable on what was what. The furniture itself was in better condition than the place itself. Watching her with that idiotic questioning look, his palm slid along the wooden frame of the door until it closed. There was a goofy smirk on his own face as he countered, "or you gain the favor of a particular liar in Hell, and become a jester. Then it's just a question of staying entertaining to survive." Snickering at the oddly dark humor coming from the Village Idiot's mouth. Nodding, he left his phone on the counter as he strode forward while removing his suit jacket, setting it on the back of a kitchen chair on the way. "It is my poison," before making a face at the mention of the Everclear. "You make me chug Everclear, it's going to be your regret more than mine. I hope you're not too attached to your boots." Making a dramatic gesture of balling a fist in front of his mouth as he leaned forward, those fingers shot out and splayed like a cheesy magician to theatrically indicate tossing some cookies at her. Straightening with that goofy laugh of his, only to jolt a bit at the can tossed to him and he fumbled it for a moment before raising it like a damn trophy. "Got it!" He chirped, answering her next questions and he moved to the couch to plop down on the cushion beside her, tapping on the top of the can so it wouldn't explode when he opened it. Hopefully. "Fine," he lied, shrugging a shoulder. "Not in Hell, so there's that. But then again, most people seemed to ditch out for better things these days, didn't make much sense for me to stick around. As fun as it was to torment Aba-bitch with my voice.." Another shrug as his voice trailed off.

When he felt it safe to pop open the can, he did so. Holding it out, making an eek face the whole time and squinted one eye closed just as that kshhhht and sizzle came from the can. But it didn't explode, the bubbles coming to the top so he had to bring the can to his mouth to slurp it away before it spilled. Exchanging hands to flick away the froth that had found his fingers, he glanced in her direction. "If someone comes gunning for me, I'm going to question what in the helllll they have going on with their lives....or how little." That laughter spilled free again as he settled back against the cushions. "Like you said, I'm not threatening. Kind of a joke of a demon itself." But that clearly didn't bother him, considering the smile on his face. Another glance shot to her while he took another chug from the can. "Who knows" Maybe you got bored. ....I got nothin'," he admitted, having no real reason to think Jynxx was out to get him. "What can I say' You're intimidating." Having no pride or shame to admit that.

"Oh don't butter me up sweetie~" Jynxx responded with a clearly sarcastic tone in her voice. "You'd have better luck just whipping it out then trying to kiss my ass." Another soft snicker escaped her lips, followed by the proverbial Kkshhht of the beer can in her hands being popped open by the tab. After taking a chug from the beer Jynxx glanced over at Craig, head tilted slightly to the side. "You know, after all that time with Belial you're still a shit liar, but....At least you're smarter than Madi. Not saying her name and all. Guess you can teach dumb dogs new tricks huh?" Her lips curled up to form a cheeky grin for a moment before she lifted that beer a second time. Practically guzzling down the remainder of the liquid in that can. Only to cave it in with her hand. Placing the empty can down in her lap before reaching down for a second one. "I'm not gonna pry if you don't wanna talk about it, But I grew up with Kokabiel pal, I can tell you lied about being okay. But if you DO wanna get it off your chest I'll listen. Standing offer." So kind these days Jynxx, where did her nerve go' Possibly washed down in a pit of liquor and degrading sex, no doubt.

"Butter you u-.." He started, almost snorting at the idea of it until her bluntness had him staring at her like a deer in the headlights and stuttering like a schoolboy. "Whoa, I-....Uh. That wasn't.." Clearing his throat, he decided to give up on that before he made it even worse and went about drowning himself in beer. By the time she'd opened hers and was taking a sip, he'd mostly finished off his. Balling his free hand and bringing it to his mouth, he leaned back a bit as an impolite belch tore through the apartment. Squishing his own can, he leaned forward on the edge of the couch and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while he concentrated on aiming correctly. He tossed...and missed. Oh well. Shrugging, he was mid-way into settling back when her calling him out on lying had him drawing his eyes back to her for a moment. "I'm a selective listener, I guess. Most shit goes in one ear and out the other." Neglecting the fact that lying just left a rancid taste on his tongue. He didn't care to do it often, but only pertaining to things that would deem his a 'Debby Downer'. He liked to make people laugh, smile. Not talk about things that would likely upset or depress folks. "I'm fine," he insisted, even flashing a smile that was as fake as a two dollar bill but was very convincing considering. A smile, he could do. It was his best lie. "What about you? How have you been?" A not-so-subtle change of subject. Switching it around on her. "Why are you in Rhy'Din?" He leaned around her but didn't get into her personal space to snatch up another beer from the box.

"No. Fucking. Idea. Originally....I guess I came to see Hex. But....Well, it doesn't matter.." By then she'd popped open her second beer. Using her free hand to fling the empty can. Immediately one upping Craig with a successful shot. "You need to straighten your arm right before you release, or your shot will teeter off." Who'd ever see Jynxx giving Craig advice coming" "Heh, so you want to know how I'm doing. Is that politeness or actual care?" Taking a chug from her second beer, she belched soon after, not competitively however. In fact her belch were nowhere near as loud as his. "Oh, Craig" Stop assuming I'm going to hurt you if you get to close or whatever. I've got no reason to beat you senseless. Alright?"

Her bringing up Hex had him nodding slowly, that little light of understanding there. "Ah, yeah...Sorry about that." There was genuine care in his tone. Craig wasn't all that bright, and frankly he couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, but he had a strange way of knowing things that no one else knew. And nobody seemed to know where he got his information. "I'd imagine that's not easy to deal....with.." Pausing, he squinted at her can as it sunk into the trash can without hitch. Snickering, some might feel downtrodden from being one upped but not Craig. You couldn't get the man on any form of Pride. Instead, he listened to her advice, strangely enough. Taking the pointer, he chugged the beer in his hand -with the added inevitable ridiculous expression as the carbonation assaulted his throat- and crushed it with his hand while letting out another obnoxiously loud belch. Tilting his rear on the couch so he was facing the direction better, he did just as Jynxx suggested in keeping his arm straight until he released. It sunk in without so much as a bounce on the edge. Pursing his lips, he nodded. "Guess you're right." On the terms of teaching a dumb dog new tricks, her previous statement. Her question had him looking at him thinking for a second, a firm nod to follow. "Can't it be both' Polite and caring" I mean, it's a generic question to ask someone, but I'm not talking out of my ass if that counts for anything. Though that would be a neat trick.." Laughing a touch, he paused to straighten his back and clap like an audience at a play to her belch. "Hm?" As she started, only to blink for a moment in consideration of her claim. "Alright," he grunted, leaning forward and was almost sprawled over her lap like a fish out of water as he went for another beer. "Suit yourself," in a strangled tone until he plucked one out of the box and struggled his way back to sitting. Right next to her. To the point that their shoulders and hips were practically touching. Just all up in her personal bubble. This is why you don't say things like this to Craig, or why people think he's annoying. He's a troll, but not a dick about it at least.

Side glancing at the man as his body began touching hers a smirk arose upon the features of her face. Possibly for more reasons than he had planned on. For Jynxx....Well it's been awhile. Seeing as how for some odd reason she'd been losing her touch. Or at least that's what she had believed. Chugging down the second beer, she wrinkled her nose. Carbonated alcohol wasn't her flavor so to speak. That being said it also hit her like a ton of bricks. Well, at this rate...About three more of these and my beer goggles are coming on she thought to herself. An odd occurrence happened in that moment. A barely audible giggle escaping Jynxx's lips. A fucking giggle. From Jynxx. "Okay smartass. Don't get all cute on me. Clothes might come off." There she was, Cheeky as ever. With another successful toss of an empty can she immediately went for another. Taking no time to pop that third tab. "To be honest, I can't say I've been in all that good a place lately. Something about it all just...Hurts" Not really sure if that's it." Jynxx paused for a moment. Body stiffening up. Why the fuck did I tell him that"!

Craig Cleric

Date: 2016-12-01 17:19 EST
He lacked pride, and was relatively shameless in just about any situation. And though most might've looked at him like an idiot for sitting that close to Jynxx, he didn't seem concerned. She'd said she wasn't there to kill him or hurt him, and he accepted her word. Even if she was still an intimidating bitch. Popping open his own can when he got settled in, he took a slower chug from it. Letting out a sigh that turned into a pop of a burp, he let out a "phew" and a shake of his head. He was used to beer, him and Jude had drank it like fish when they were alive. It was still his favored taste. Raising the beer can for another slurp, he paused when he heard something he...never really would've seen coming from the Lilim next to him. A fucking giggle. He blinked once, side-glancing at her with his brows arched high but he didn't comment on it. Just because she said she wasn't there to hurt him, didn't mean he was going to provoke her by teasing the fact she just giggled. Well, she is still a girl...I'll give her a free pass. For now. Only to nearly choke on his damn beer at her next comment, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth as he let out a strangled laugh. "If you think that's me getting cute, you've got a weird as hell idea of what cute is," shaking his head vigorously at the carbonation that threatened his sinuses from the almost-choke. Squinting, he looked at her and leaned his torso away from a moment. "Wait, cute is what gets your clothes off?" He looked like he was giving her a full assessment, blinking before shrugging and settling back the way he was. "Wouldn't have seen that coming from you," drawling on regardless if he was talking out of his ass or not now. "Go by a pet shop, you're just going to strip down in the middle of the road. It's cute! I must remove clothes! GAHHH!" Making a show as if he was the hulk tearing off his clothes, making a stupid ass face to go with it. Until he fell into a short laugh, snorting a bit. He had so much class, it was falling out of his backside, really. He drifted off into silence when she uttered that bit of truth, with the helping hand of nature's truth serum -aka alcohol- he assumed. He'd been about to open his mouth, until he felt her stiffen up and he reached out to pat her knee, a friendly touch meant to comfort and nothing else. "Jynxx, you can tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone that you're not totally dead inside," his brows rose, that soft teasing as he peered over at her. "Promise." His hand drifted away from her knee, not wanting her to think that's what he was going after. Honestly, having company that seemed broken too, it was comforting in a strange way. "So, you got feelings for him or something?" Inquiring, he raised his hand to expose his palm in mild surrender. "No judgement here. I fucked Charlie."

When he went on his ridiculous rant about the pet shop Jynxx actually smiled. Something she hadn't done in years. A genuine smile. That....Soon turned into her laughing at his theatrics. "Actually, it's the hell hounds that make me strip down. Legitimate puppies are just....Ugh. Them hell hounds though. Just....Must. Get. Naked." Completely going along with his joke. As he brought back up Hex she took a gulp of that beer. Shaking her head as he mentioned Charlie. "......No. I don't." It wasn't a lie. In fact, Jynxx felt nothing at the thought of Hex. And that WAS the problem. She did care, she'd always cared. But now, the very thought of him had her feeling hollow. A feeling she couldn't quite understand. She WANTED to care, just for things to stay the same perhaps. But on that day, something in her had changed. Toward Hex. Jynxx had seemed to completely ignored his comments about her not being dead inside. Instead Jynxx Tilted. Leaning her head down on his shoulder for the moment. A faint whisper escaping her lips soon after. "Hope you don't mind." She had mumbled. Jynxx showing a sensitive side. Now Craig had every right to be afraid. Hell, anyone else in his shoes probably would be right about now.

The smile caught him a bit -well, more than a bit- off guard. He couldn't recall if he'd ever seen the girl smile, other than maybe a sarcastic or spiteful smirk. He might've complimented the rare instance were it not for her catching him off guard twice in a row by actually playing along with his antics. It was rare for anyone to follow along with him, and it might've sent him into shock that it was Jynxx doing so. But it had him laughing, that goofy laugh that made his eyes squint shut and had his shoulders shaking. "I bet that must've been a bitch for your sister, huh?" He'd met Raze...Snickering, the laughter slowly died off enough for him to take another chug of his beer before shifting his russet hues over to her. Lowering the can, "no"....Huh." Blinking, he shook his head. He didn't quite understand why she seemed so bothered by the instance with Hex, but he'd figured out a few things about the girl next to him. She didn't open up. The fact she had that little bit was rare, and to push it would just be stupid. He didn't want to risk her shutting down on him completely, so he let it go for now. Her leaning her head on him had him pausing, stiffening some but mostly out of surprise. She was showing a far more vulnerable side than he'd ever seen -or would have ever anticipated coming from her. Tilting his head just enough to glance down at her, he looked forward and shook his head. "Nah, I don't mind." Taking yet another sip of his beer, he let his head fall back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Sighing. Everyone's changing, and yet I'm still the same. The rock stuck in the middle of a flowing stream, just something for everyone to pass by.

Jynxx had ended up giggling slightly once more at the mention of Kokabiel. Knowing full well he was referencing Raze. "Oh yeah. Running around Kokabiel's place butt ass naked. Lack of tits just all over the place. She didn't mind much though, by comparison she's got the better body." Though the statement suggested it. There didn't seem any hint of envy in her in her voice. More like she was making a random observation in her own mind. Only verbally. Leaning off Craig just long enough to finish off her beer, and hum the can into the trash before readjusting to where her legs hung off the side of the couch. Back against him. Tilting her head back onto his shoulder. "That sigh did not sound like one of contentment." She pointed out. Maybe I'm weirding him out. Hell, I'm weirding myself out today. Oh. Fucking. Well. Already started. "Not the usual cheery antics of Craig Christ I'd say." Snickering at her own comment before suddenly showing once again a small hint of courtesy. "Mind if I smoke?"

He chuckled at the mention of her running around Kokabiel's house naked. "You're not the only one. Pretty sure that girl gets more streaking and tits flashing in her house more than New Orleans on Mardis Gras," he observed, only to raise a brow at her. "Not true. Well, not in my opinion anyway. Maybe for that.." Waving his hand, "soldier, pretty guy whatshisname. But in my opinion, she's too toned. You've got a better feminine physique." Yes, said just like that. But adding in, with his normal tone of goofiness. "You're hawt." He drawled, making a dramatic show of fanning his face. As quick to dish out compliments as he is to make fun of himself. He finished off his own beer, taking the opportunity of her sitting up to crush and toss his can into the trash before flopping back against the couch. He played the shoulder for her to lean on, settled into the cushions and laced his fingers over his stomach. "You waste no time in calling me out on my shit, do you?" Snickering at that, he side glanced at her only to flicker them away. "It's not about you," he offered. "If that's what you're worried about. This is actually kinda nice." Shaking his head, he lifted one hand to rake his fingers through that floppy hair of his. "I don't know, shit's just.." Exhaling hard through his nose, pausing to wave his hand at her question. "Go for it." Only to dive his hand into his slacks pocket for a pack of his own. He'd started smoking some time ago. It was something to do with his hands, something to waste time. Stay up all night sitting in front of that piano in the corner of the room and chain-smoke. "Shit's just....changed." He didn't know how else to really state it other than that.

At the green light to smoke Jynxx dug into those piss poor excuse of a pair of shorts for her pack. Wasting no time to slide a cigarette between her lips. Hastily lighting it to take in a heavy drag. "You know, that's the first time I've actually been critiqued to my face..Not the first time I've been called 'hawt' though." A short lived snicker followed. "It was nice." Exhaling a plume of smoke, Those baby blues trailed up to gaze at him, her mouth slightly agape. "Shit has" Or people" Cause frankly speaking, if it's shit....Well then maybe you need to stop eating what you're eating. Or drinking vodka. That'll give you the runs." And there came the epic return of that smile of hers. Twice in one day, a personal record for Jynxx. "Heh, calling people out is what I do best. Well, that and blowjobs. Still need to figure if Vauss is actually competition to me or not......Anyway, Seems like something you're pretty good at too." She paused for a moment, allowing the opportunity to make a pun in itself. "The...calling people out, not the blowjobs....Well.....Heh, just kidding." Who knew" Jynxx CAN be playful.

Thumbing open his own pack of smokes, he pulled one out with his lips. Setting aside the pack, he dove into his pocket a second time for his lighter, only to set the cherry ablaze when he snatched it up. The cigarette bouncing as he started to speak, "well, the point of a compliment is to let 'em know about it. Kinda pointless to do so behind their back." He scissored the smoke between his fingers, letting his arm rest on his lap. He pursed his lips for a moment, humming under his breath. "Oh yeah' What about a 'doll'" Hotsy - Totsy' Oh, oh! What about the cat's pajamas?" His brows arched upward, giving her that goofy smile before chuckling and settling back against the couch again. Taking a heavy drag from his smoke, her raunchy come back had him nearly choking on that smoke, scratching up his throat before he managed to let out a strangled laugh. "I'll remember that. Vodka and burritos....terrible combination. You don't mix the two cultures, they just don't take well." Shaking his head, he gave her a faux sullen look as if he'd suffered just that recently. Maybe he had. You never know with the Kiwi. Only for him to smirk a bit when she smiled again. Only for his face to grow a shade of red at her talking about blowjobs, but that didn't stop him from giving her a look when she mentioned it 'seemed like something he was good at'. Turning his head forward, he lifted his chin and huffed. "I'd like to think I'm good at both. Jude told me it must be the big lips." Russet hues shifted over to eye her from the side, that slow smile spreading as he was never one to miss an opportunity to bust his own balls. The fact she was being playful, he seemed to not only enjoy but was encouraging it.

"Hotsy....Totsy' Well, that's new. And completely ridiculous." she simply laughed, between that and cat's pajamas had her more or less rolling. Once her laughing stifled she inhaled another drag from her smoke. Shaking her head with a grin at his mention of Jude's remarks. "Oh come on. Shrimp dick's opinion can't count, too small to know what the back of a throat feels like. I mean someone only goes for midgets for a specific reason right?" Grin still ever present as she sat up, re-positioning to face him. "You know, when shit changes it isn't always a bad thing. Or should we not be goofing around like this?" she inquired while reaching down for another beer. Pulling one out to hold out to Craig, retrieving one for herself after he'd take it. "Frankly speaking, I'm having fun. Well, one kind of fun anyway. 'sides, I'd say today you've already proven to be better with your tongue. Leave the blowing to professionals and birthdays. Real Question is, Just how good are you with that tongue?" A slow blink of those blue eyes ensued. Keeping her right closed as the left reopened, joined along with a cheeky grin.

Hotsy Totsy, Cat's Pajamas. He was truly born in the wrong era. Her laughter was contagious, that goofy laugh spilling into the room only laugh a bit harder at her remark about Jude. The guy was his bro, but even they talked shit about each other. "I will neither confirm nor deny." Making a point of zipping his lips that were firmly pressed together. Only to take another heavy drag from his cigarette, exhaling through his nose. He watched her re-position, looking over at her with a quirked brow only to snicker. "Depends on the kind of shit we're talking about here." That quirked brow arched even more. "Why shouldn't we" You shy about shit?" There was a smirk on his face at the word play, he was starting to lose touch on what the hell they were talking about in terms of 'shit' at this point, whether literal or metaphorical. But he was amused by it either way. "Thanks," as he took the beer offered and used one hand to pop open the tab with the can propped on his knee. Taking a gulp from it, he swallowed while nodding. "Me too, actually." Only to tilt his head and give her a questionable look, a gesture similar to a damn puppy as he wasn't quite sure what she meant about proving how he was with his tongue. A laugh for the blowjob comment before he pointed at her, brows furrowed. "No, no. All or nothing. Blowjobs only on birthdays are just a damn tease. Cruel women do that. Cruel." He made a face, shaking his head before he took another gulp of beer and managed to get a lungful of smoke before that question sprang up and he slowly pulled his eyes to her. Feeling heat rise up his neck and to his face, he was relatively certain that he looked like a pale tomato then. He probably wouldn't have thought too much about that question, or cracked wise were it not for the fact that it was Jynxx...who was a succubus...Clearing his throat, he shifted a bit. "Um....I-...Well.." Another clearing of his throat. "Depends on what you're, uh....referring to."

Craig Cleric

Date: 2016-12-01 17:20 EST
"Oh no no no, you got me all wrong here." Popping the tab on her beer, she took a swig before resuming her remark. "Blowjobs on a regular basis are a must, or she's a ****. Now head on a birthday' That's just true friendship. Annnd typically something you don't tell the girl sucking you off the next day about. Ever. All hush hush there. You know, Like Bael and Pierce." taking another swig from her beer only to follow with a drag from her cigarette. Tilting her head back to exhale a stream of smoke above. "Pfft, head once a year...That's just lain outright stingy. How the hell out are you supposed to shut up half the never ending rambling in the world" Chick won't shut the hell up" Shove a cock down her throat. Guy won't shut up" Shove his cock down your throat." She let out a laugh before taking another drag from her cigarette, only for those blue eyes to trail back over to Craig with a raised brow and a smirk. "And that, well that completely depends strictly on how much fun you want to have today Singstar." Exhaling a few rings of smoke in repetition. "Wanting to shut me up already? I already told you how."

Her claim of having her wrong had him arching a brow at her, sipping his beer. Only to slowly lower said beer when she went on her little rant, those eyes wide as well...she was talking to a man who wasn't into sleeping around. But he didn't make that comment. And yet he still didn't look down on her for it. He generally lacked judgement against that sort of thing. But as the rant went on, he couldn't help but burst out in laughter at her ideas of shutting someone up. "That's an effective method, completely. I don't know anyone that won't work on. For better or worse. Hell, shut a guy up by shoving a dick down his throat too....chances are that'll shut him up buuuuut the after effects may turn out badly." Snickering, he took a heavy drag from his cigarette only to scoot forward on the couch until he was teetering on the edge of it so he could lean forward enough to stub out his cigarette in the tray on the coffee table. After a few jabs, he abandoned it with it's fallen comrades, his eyes slowly trailed to her and just sorta....stared like a deer in the headlights. Was she propositioning him' It was uncertain if he was lacking experience with women, or simply wasn't used to them coming onto him. Let's face it here, it's Craig. It's definitely both. Her final question and remark had his mouth hanging open slightly in surprise as this was definitely not how he expected the night to turn out and he was relatively sure that he was beet red at this point. Swallowing hard, he coughed to clear his throat. "Um, well.." A nervous laugh came loose from his throat as he raised a hand to rake his fingers through that floppy mop of hair. "You definitely figured out how to shut me up." Pathetically, it only took her talking about a BJ in reference to him to do so. "I," did she really expect him to just whip it out and shut her up" If she knew Craig at all, she knew he...wasn't exactly the 'take charge' kinda guy. He didn't quite finish that statement, clear that he was a nervous wuss at the moment as he went about chugging the rest of his beer.

"Actually..." She paused to take one last drag of her smoke before leaning forward and slightly over him, yes over him to snuff out the cigarette while exhaling that last plume of smoke from her lungs. "You'd be surprised how many straight men might just finish the job while it's in there. There's something methodical about fellatio. Couldn't really say exactly what. It just....Is what it is." after leaning back to her position on the couch she went ahead and chugged down the rest of her beer. Crinkling up the can before tossing it into the trash like the others before it. Snickering lightly to herself with his comment about shutting him up. "Not gonna lie, It's kind of adorable how flustered you get. And amusing.....And....Weird. Strange combination." Shit. I've been doing this for a long time and not ONCE have a met anyone who reacts to me like he does, she thought to herself. "But you know, there's no reason to be so tense. It's not like I'm pressuring you to do anything....Right' I mean, no big deal." Didn't take her long to go for another beer at that point. Quick pop of the tab and that can went right to her lips. Four down the hatch and she was well already buzzing. Won't take much more before that devious mind of hers were destined to go fuzzy. "So...All this IS alright yeah' I'm not here to make you uncomfortable. I mean well, I know what happened to your girlfriend and all. If I'm making you uncomfortable just say so." Instant regret. Fuck. Bad thing to bring up to a drinking man. Oops... Her gaze downcast pretty quickly after that. There was no hiding it. Regret was written all over her face. "....Sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up.." Jynxx. Apologizing. Girl was just full of all kinds of surprises today.

As she moved slightly over him, he leaned only slightly backwards so they weren't just all up in each others shit. But didn't lean far enough away for her to think that her being that close to him made him uncomfortable, if anything it made him that touch more flustered and it was nearly audible how hard he had to swallow, his Adam's apple jumping as he did so. He did manage to get out a laugh at that though. "Yeah, if I was ever in that circumstance, I don't think I'd stop. If anything, I know what blue balls feel like, and I wouldn't wish that on any man. So....put up or shut up, right?" Snickering lightly, he took another swallow of beer before settling when she'd moved back. "There you go again. Calling me out on my shit," he laughed lightly, since she called him out on being flustered. He made a face at what else she called him for it, though. Lips pressed together, eyes squinting slightly with his head tilted as if thinking hard on something. "Can't say it's been any of that though. Awkward. Now, that's been used many a time in my case." That ever present smile on his face as he lifted his beer as if toasting his own awkwardness. If that put anything into perspective there. Nodding as she reached for another drink, he let out a nervous laugh and lifted one shoulder faintly. "Yeah, you're right. I know you're not, I just.." Taking another swallow of beer to clear his throat. You'd think he swallowed a damn cotton ball. "...I'm not all that great with women. Clearly. I mean, a beautiful woman offers a blowjob, most guys jump up and whip off their pants." His arms coming up in a grand gesture, he let out another laugh at his own expense. "Me?" Squint. "I tend to find that stuttering like a virgin schoolboy in Catholic School tends to impress women so much better, don't you think?" Joking sarcasm laced his tone as a lopsided grin spread, but it was the mention of Dell that had that grin faltering and him shifting his weight as he looked at his beer can. He seemed lost in himself for a moment, that sullen look on his face that was....so unlike Craig. The pathetic excuse of a demon was always smiling, or cracking a joke, it was as strange as Jynxx's apologizing and...well, most of everything she'd been doing in his presence tonight to see him so...broken" It was fleeting however, gone as quick as it came as he slapped that smile on and looked up after that moment of collecting himself. Waving his hand, he shook his head. "No, it's...it's okay. I mean, it's been years now. Time heals all, right?" Looking back at her, he could see the regret on her features for bringing it up, and it was touching to see her care about his feelings. It wasn't something often seen on the woman, regret. "Really...Jynxx. Relax," at least his smile was more convincing than what he felt.

"You know, It actually takes a lot of balls to admit something like that. Most of the guys I've met who don't swing that way would never be caught dead saying something at all that count even hint at the possibility. Which makes them pussies and liars. Because there's no way the thought wouldn't cross their mind about being in the reverse position. And damn right they'd do the deed. Regret it' Maybe. But they'd still do it." She only snickered at his comments of awkwardness. Taking another swig of that fifth beer. Though not commenting on it at all, it wasn't hard for her to take notice of all the nervous swallowing the guy had been doing. But she wasn't going to pick on him for it. Hell, on some level she kind of enjoyed it. Most likely on a prideful level, but none the less. Her gaze did return to him, but only at the worst timing. To witness that smile falter. Which only made her feel even worse about it. And even though he made attempts to pass it of. Lines like 'time heals' made her grimace. And with that grimace, those blue eyes went down toward her lap. "Not really. But...We both know that. Time only makes the wounds easier to accept, it doesn't change a damn thing about the hurt..." Probably wasn't hard to see that in that moment her mind were reeling back to dark places. The dark places in Jynxx's mind were never anywhere anyone would like to tread. "You know....Not to dwell on the sore subject...But, she never came back to hell. So you know....She really is in a better place. At least from what everyone imagines by the name. But I guess that doesn't exactly make it fair to you at all. If it were in my means I'd offer you anything that could help with those wounds. But...All I've got to offer, I doubt you'd want the scraps that're left of it." Depressing topics with booze in hand. That beer didn't stand a damn chance. It were gone in seconds after that. and after the fling of the can a sixth made it's way into her hand. "Guess our conversation took a pretty dark turn there. My bad. Downfalls of speaking your mind I guess....Especially when your mind is a conniving asshole." And with that she popped the tab of that can. Head tilted back, chugging away from that can.

He couldn't help but that laugh at that, though. "Not quite sure if it's balls. I mean, I've stood on stage with both you and Charlie rubbing up on me with all three of us being naked. Shame...is not something I possess." Leaning forward and whispering it to her as if it was some massive secret being told, except....it wasn't. It was obvious and well known that the guy had no understanding of this 'shame' ordeal people talk about. "Besides, people freak out about it too much. If you can't be a little homo even when you're straight, then you're just a bitch." Snickering at that, he tended to enjoy the fact most people couldn't figure out if he was actually straight or not. He just liked to confused people. The grimace had him shooting her a glance, a quirk of brow until she went on to explain. Sighing, he found it pointless to hold that contradicting smile. He had a feeling she was going to see right through it. Nodding, "yeah...I guess you're right." Something unlike him. The Silver Lining kinda man, agreeing to something that seemed downtrodden. He watched her for a moment, seeing that distant look in her eyes that had him feeling like she was dwelling on dark things herself. It dawned on him that he hadn't really talked about Dell since she'd died. He was a bottle it up, choke it down with booze and fakes smiles kinda guy. He didn't want to be the 'Debby Downer' in the room, but something told him that anything he said couldn't really bring Jynxx lower in her head. He knew things that he probably shouldn't know about her. Things that he wasn't really sure she knew he knew about. But his lips were stapled, sewn and taped shut on the matter. No one would find out what he knew. Her talking about Dell however, there was a peculiar lump in his throat. Kokabiel had tried to get him to open up, and he'd so much as walked out with her persistence on the matter. Jude had given the opportunity but dropped it when Craig told him he didn't wanna talk about it. Jynxx...something she said had him setting his beer on the coffee table so he could remove his bow tie, it feeling far too tight for his comfort. Plucking at it, when it loosened he tugged it from his collar and dropped it on the table, unbuttoning the first couple buttons on his dress shirt so it didn't feel like he was choking anymore. Washing down the lump with beer, it was discarded as the rest were before reaching and lighting another cigarette. "It's not about it being fair. It's fair for her, and that's what matters. She deserves to be there. She sacrificed herself for that kid, and earned her ticket to Heaven. I wouldn't wish her to be in Hell, no matter if it meant never seeing her again." He took a heavy drag, his breath wavering as he exhaled, speaking words he hadn't in years...or ever. Not out loud. Pausing, he looked over at her with a rare serious expression, brows furrowing. "Don't say that." Even more rare that he seemed stern when he said it. "You have plenty to offer, Jynxx. You might not think so, but...your company is more than enough. Even considering the sour turn in this Real Talk," snickering at the term, shaking his head, "tonight's probably been the best I've had in months. Everyone's living their little fantasy fairy-tales, people like us are still dealing with some shit. Holidays are the worst for me, being without her. Time's lessened the pain but it's still dark. And even if there's no fix for it, it's nice to have someone to deal with conniving asshole minds with." That subtle calling her out on the fact that she can't fool him either.

Jynxx hadn't really done much for a good while at that point. Other than nurse that beer and listen to what he had to say. After several moments she did however manage to thumb around for another cigarette. Sparking it up as he went on about his found disdain of holidays. A somewhat foreign concept for her. Granted she knew full what about each holiday, even down to their original origins. But she'd never celebrated any. No matter how often others tried to get her to. It wasn't until he attempted to subtly call her out that she mustered up the effort to speak up. "It's a common concept to believe ignoring the dark things make them go away. Whether through vices or whatever the hell each person abuses to free themselves. But, the dark things exist for a reason. The mind is a fucked up natural torturer for a reason. Because we aren't SUPPOSED to forget them. The point is to learn from the pain not to run from it.....And in the end what?s the biggest lesson almost all the wounds teach' That we're all alone. It isn't fair, but it's how it always is. But you know. Talking on what?s fair for who doesn't say much. There are plenty of folk who got the unfair side of the stick. Angels, humans, Hell even a good majority of demons weren't really THAT bad all things considered. Past tense of course. Hell has a way of bringing out the worst in you. By you I mean metaphorically of course. Not exactly you. Hell, especially not you." Taking a deep drag from her cigarette in her pause, exhaling the plume of smoke before resuming. "And you know...That actually makes you pretty special Craig. It's living proof that you don't belong there. Rule book be damned, you're better than hell. Better than the demons, better than the fallen....Better than me....Can't say for certain but I imagine that's got to be rough. To be so out of place in a place you're pretty much forced to call home. Maybe it's not so smooth to point it out but...In case you do actually feel that way, I thought maybe you should know that there is someone out there who does appreciate the fact that you ARE so different. And maybe to know you aren't really completely alone out here." At that point she'd raised her sights. Setting those trembling, near watery blue eyes back on him. "Between you and me though, I personally believe you got sent the wrong way. The one who slipped under the radar. Sending you to hell was an injustice on the part of the reapers. Nothing could ever convince me otherwise. Call it my stubbornness if you want." By then Jynxx mustered up a chuckle before chugging down the remainder of her beer. Setting the empty can down on the table before them. "Sorry, that...Kind of came out of nowhere. But...I've juggled some of those thoughts for awhile now."

To Be Continued... (Adapted from live play with Jynxx)

Craig Cleric

Date: 2016-12-02 05:37 EST
He'd said what he had to say about Dell, and it took all he had to really do so. He hadn't spoken of those thoughts or about Dell at all since the incident. That was years ago. But even that paled in comparison to what Jynxx said. She'd floored him. Completely, totally. Though at first what she started to say made sense, the more she went on...he just stopped. Stared. Those russet hues were locked on her like glue, and he'd completely neglected the cigarette in his hand. He knew there was more to Jynxx than what met the eye, he'd always kinda known that she wasn't as 'dead inside' as the others insisted of her, or even what she tried to convince others as. She might be hollow toward some things, but she wasn't empty. And to hear her speak so highly of him, he didn't know what to say to that. He blinked, confusion blatant on his features as he dragged his gaze away from her for a moment. It was those watering blues that drew him back and looking her eye-to-eye without hesitation. Those brows furrowed, swallowing hard as he shook his head. "That's....Wow." A nervous laugh spilled out him as she'd torn any hint of words out of him. Speechless, that was another rare thing for the black sheep. "That's...unbelievably flattering, Jynxx. Especially coming from you." Shaking his head, he sighed. "I can't say that I believe any of that," he admitted. "But....you're right. I don't belong...just about anywhere. I've been feeling that way for..." He scoffed, "years. Heaven didn't want me, I can't be a demon. I can't stop thinking like a human. I've....tried," he admitted solemnly. "I did. There was a point that I wanted to be just...let go. Stop caring. But I can't. Even being a Cleric," shaking his head. "You know, it's pretty sad when you don't even belong in the Cleric family. It's a family of black sheep, but what the fuck kinda of sheep are you if you don't fit into that flock?" He grimaced, a sound that rarely came from the optimist. He felt the heat from the cigarette climbing over his fingers, leaning forward to stub it out. Glancing over to her, "for the record...I don't think you belong there. Hell, I mean. It was an injustice on it's own for you to even be there." He wanted to tell her what he knew about her. He wanted to tell her to the point that it was like swallowing battery acid. All that he could muster up for words was, "you're not alone, Jynxx. Not on my watch." He stared her in the eyes, urging her to understand at least on some level that he knew.

"Heh.." Quickly she'd gone for another beer, popping it open and taking a swig immediately after. Jynxx let out a faint scoff. Not in the sense of negativity however. As left in it's wake were a small grin on her features. Raising that smoke to take in a quick drag which were exhaled pretty quickly. It wasn't hard to tell it were alcohol consumption that were leading her to smoke at this point. Or maybe something a little more. There was a barely noticeable shake in her hands. Only really indicated by the sound of the liquid in the can in her palm moving about to indicate to it. "Maybe you weren't meant to belong. And you know....That isn't a bad thing at all. What makes a person unique is what makes them worth knowing. If we were all to fit in with each other then all of life would be pointless. Like the drones of gluttony." Raising that can to pound down the entirety of the beer before humming the can into the trash. "Your family doesn't define you Craig, thinking like that means you're thinking it does. So you're not a sheep among sheep, who's to say you aren't actually the wolf in a perfect disguise"...." By that point her grin faded. Clearly she were in disbelief of the words of not belonging. "That's where you're wrong. I belong in hell, at the very bottom....Ugh.." Leaning her head down to place her palm over her face, specifically obscuring view of her blue eyes. a barely audible sniffle emanated from the girl. "I'm sick. And not in the medical aspect. Maybe once upon a time you would have been right....But not anymore. Not with the disease eating it's way through every fiber of my being." Wiping her eyes with that hand before raising up her posture, setting her gaze back on him. Smudged eyeliner across her face. The corners of her lips twitched for a moment before managing to force a pathetically fake smile. "I'm a whore and a murderer Craig, I definitely belong in hell. That's not even the half of it to be honest. As much as I might be able to make it seem like fun and games, there's nothing fun about it. It's just....Business." She then took another drag from her cigarette. ashes from that brightened cherry falling down onto her attire from her now much more noticeably shaking hands. "And my business is other's pleasure. Typically, it takes all the pleasure out of it when it's what?s you're made to do." Another scoff escaping her lips before she exhaled that remaining plume of smoke from her lungs. "Who gives a fuck about the opinion of a natural born prostitute right' But....Even if it doesn't mean shit....It's a good thing you haven't lost the human perspective. That just means you're stronger than the rest of us. True strength isn't in the ability to be cold. It's in the ability to actually care."

He was observant of her in that moment. How could he not be? This was a complete 180 to the Jynxx he'd gotten to know before. He had an inkling to there being parts of her that no one knew about. There was that side of everyone that no one knew about. There was a part of him that no one knew about. But....this" The shaking hands caught his attention and he had to pull his eyes away to keep from staring at them. Jynxx was one of the most intimidating people he knew, and to see her in this condition was...heart-wrenching. He'd been accused before of caring too much, but how could he not' To see someone so strong be so broken and crumbling in front of his eyes, he nearly forgot all of his own troubles. For a moment, they seemed almost selfish. But that was Craig for you. Even if she was wearing a grin that he didn't believe for a moment. He couldn't help but snort a laugh at the mention of him being a wolf in disguise. Craig" "I'm not a wolf in disguise. I'd be a puppy without teeth. I might be able to gum something to death, maybe." Snickering, he shook his head at the pathetic attempt of a joke. She said she belonged in Hell, and he shook his head in protest and was fully ready to open his mouth to object when he heard that sniffle and saw that head fall forward. He stared, he couldn't help it. Jynxx....is....she crying" "You know...even people that are sick can get better. Every disease has a vaccine," he snickered at the terrible metaphor he was using. "You just have to find the right chemicals." When she lifted her head, wiping her eyes and smudging that makeup along her face. He couldn't help it, and he didn't even think about it. He was someone that couldn't help but to take care of people. His hand rose and he tried to swipe at the makeup that smeared with his thumb. What she said next had that strange sternness coming from him again. "Don't fucking call yourself that." Calling herself a murderer was one thing, but a whore" It didn't matter what she did, it was a word that he could never associate with Jynxx. His thumb had paused in it's attempt to clean up the smudged makeup and he resumed, shaking his head slowly at her next claims. "You're right about something. Family doesn't define you. I'm a Cleric, but that doesn't mean I'm meant to be a hunter or save the world. Just because you were made for something, doesn't mean you have to be that. Nothing's written in stone. I mean, fuck, we've already established I'm a demon that can't demon. You become what you want to be, you don't have to let birthright become you." When he'd managed to fix at least some of it, along with resisting the urge to be super awkward and actually lick his thumb to fix more of that smudge, he let his hand fall away from her face. "If I can be a human as a demon...you can be whatever the fuck you want. My opinion might not mean jack shit either, but you're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Jynxx had shook her head at his puppy comments. Her mouth slightly slightly ajar as if she were about to speak only to pause when his thumb made contact with her face. A moment of dumbfounded expression only turned to complete shook as she raised his voice at her. Her eyes were wide, nearly trembling. Astounded at the very concept of not only someone yelling at her, but doing so in a manner of defending her from her own words" Ludicrous as could be. How could it be that she were completely defeated by mere wording and tones" It took her several moments to recollect herself. Listening to him go on about more or less making your own fate. She began to snicker at the words. To hear the thought process she once possessed back in her ambitious days thrown at her from the man who portrayed himself as a coward seemed such a ridiculous concept. Perhaps for a moment it may have cheered her up. Alas that moment seemed fleeting. Her gaze slipped back down into her lap as she began to speak with a cracking voice. "You see that' Just right there you proved me right.....You don't see it do you? You being a demon, it is your disguise. People like to think because demons are dangerous they're strong. But they aren't. Demons are actually the weakest. Raw power is nothing without the willpower to harness and control it." With her head hung low she brought that cigarette to her lips for one final drag before leaning to snuff it out with the others. "There's no cure for my disease, I can say that with certainty. Not with who it was who infected me with it." She exhaled that stream of fading smoke before raising her head, gaze setting back on him. Her expression blank. "Samael fucked up my head Craig. There's no coming back from that. Anyone could tell you the same thing." As the words slipped from her lips they practically oozed apathy. Blank and hollow. Yet another quick swerve in emotion for their little get together. "I can pretend to be whatever I want all day long, but in the end....All I'll ever be is mess. No manner of optimism can fix that. Yeah, by tomorrow I'll likely be right back at it again, wandering around like some impenetrable beacon or whatever. But underneath the facade is just duct tape and cheap ass glue."

The surprise of him yelling at her had him staring at her for a moment, but he didn't apologize or take it back. He stood by it, because it was what he believed. His eyes drifted away from her for a moment, quiet as could be until he dragged his eyes back to her. His brows furrowed as she claimed he was proving her right, and he wasn't really sure if he could see it. When she asked if he couldn't see it, he slowly shook his head, but he listened. He'd give her that, whether he believed it or not. "I don't really know about all that," he admitted. "But I can see where you're coming from. Just have a hard time putting 'strong' and 'me' in the same sentence. Wait," squinting, he made a face. Technically...he just did. Shaking his head. "You know what I mean." He listened to what she had to say, truly listened. And when she was done, he let it sink in for a moment. Quiet, the silence almost deafening, he had a hard time coming up with something that didn't sound hypocritical. So when you couldn't beat 'em....join 'em, right' He'd looked away from her, staring off for a moment before he dragged those russets to settle onto her baby blues. There was a soft smirk on his face. "I'll still be the same pain in the ass Craig that everyone can't stand tomorrow. I guess we're not as different as we thought we were...We're both fucked up, broken things. But, just know that you don't have to pretend alone." His head tilted as a light knowing smile that didn't quite reach his eyes presented itself. "And you can't bullshit me, I might not call you out on it in public....but you can bet your sweet ass that I will when we're alone." Fumbling his words a bit, he cleared his throat. "Y'know, if we end up hanging out again." He sighed slowly, leaning almost completely across from her with grunts and grumbles along the way to pull out two more beers from the boxes. Pulling back, he plopped one in her lap, still holding onto it as it rested on her lap. That familiar goofy Craig smile spread, "so tonight....we're gonna get smashed. I'm going to drag your ass to that piano to sing a stupid song with me....or I'll just sing one at you. Maybe you can smack me around a little bit when I get too annoying.." He teased, releasing his hold on the can before letting his arm return to his lap, cracking open his own beer. "And come tomorrow....we can do what we do best. Plaster on our masks." Holding out his beer as if toasting her, "to faking it?"

There wasn't much of a rebuttal that escaped her lips this time around. Instead she simply listened. Snickering while shaking her head at the mention of smacking him around. She hesitated for a moment before taking grasp of the beer more or less forced into her lap. Almost as if lost in thought. Because technically she was. I might end up regretting this later. Who am I kidding, I'm definitely going to. Force your own or Hermaeus wins. Out of the blue Jynxx heaved a sigh. "Just a sec." she muttered before reaching into her pocket to draw out her phone. Thumbing through her contact list before settling on the contact titled Rambling Pain in Ass. Raising the phone before texting away a message to the contact, Kokabiel, meet me at the Red Dragon tomorrow around 7pm or so. There's some things I need to talk to you about. Pausing for a minute or so before hitting the send button. Sliding the phone back into her pocket before complying with that toast. "To pathological lying." letting another snicker escape her lips before popping that beer can tab. On to the eighth beer of the night for the girl. Seems like today's the day Jynxx is going to find out just how much beer she can handle in one day. Let's hope they leave the bathroom door open. Or a trash can nearby. With that she began chugging. And the girl didn't stop until that can was empty. Reaching out for a ninth with one hand while crushing the other can in her hand. Emitting a rather loud carbonation induced belch as she did so. Only to start laughing at the slight echo of said belch through that shabby apartment. Awfully quiet for a place Craig was calling home. For now anyway.

He watched for a moment, nodding slowly when she told him to wait. "Alright." He glanced at her pulling out her phone, and it was none of his business who the hell she was texting but he couldn't help but smirk a bit, choking back the urge to tell her that drunk texting probably wasn't such a good idea. But instead, he waited for her to get done before that toast was made. He snickered at her side of the toast, taking a gulp of his beer and paused as his brows rose to see her downright chugging the can until it was empty. When he put the beer in her lap, he hadn't intended quite that...but coming back to the whole 'if you can't beat 'em' bit, he did the same. Making a fist, it came to his mouth as he let out a belch that rolled it's way up. "For the record," raising a finger, letting out another small burp. "That wasn't me trying to shut you up. You already told me how to do that," trying to ignore the warmth that spread up his neck when he said that. "I'm here if you wanna talk about....anything. Any day, any time. I'll listen. You should already know by now that I'm not going to tell anyone." Crushing the can, he didn't bother with tossing it to the trash. Instead, he just tossed it carelessly on the coffee table. He was in no mind to care about messes right now. "Standing offer," echoing what she'd told him early now aimed at her.

No more than three minutes after Jynxx that exact Rambling Pain in said ass shot back a reply. 7pm' I'll be there. Everything okay' Regardless, I'll be there tomorrow. Promise.

Kokabiel wouldn't be getting a reply tonight. Game set and match, goal was in sight. Today Jynxx was gonna get so shitfaced she couldn't think. And the last thing she had any plan to do WAS drunk texting. Alas, Jynxx' good ol' nature quickly shot back towards Craig. "Write it down, you might just have to employ that tactic tonight pal." And with that remark she cast a wink at him as she popped the tab on that ninth one. raising it to her lips, immediate chugging. Girl was straight up slamming em' down now. Soon to be on her way to the double digits. And she was just fine with that. In fact she wanted that right about now. Something to put that previous breakdown six feet under. Getting hammered with Craig. Another new one on this weird day of new experiences it would seem.

————————————————————————— November 31st, 2016 The Morning After

The birds chirping in the distance made the most obnoxious sounds. Possibly only second to a rooster cawing it's morning alarms. Nice and bright thanks to the rays of sunlight coming in through the windows, leaving reflections of light on the apartment walls. With her clothes strewn across the room floor, there lay Jynxx. Completely butt naked on her side on his bed. Head not on a pillow, but instead on Craig's shirt, with his arm under it. Bundled and fluffed up underneath that blonde hair of hers which obscured her face from the light. Semi curled up, yet she still managed to be arched just enough to have her bare rear end against his hip. Silent and completely dead asleep. But that's what you get with all those empty beer cans strewn across the floor with her clothes. Let's hope she doesn't get hangovers....

It was those exact obnoxious birds that had the lacking-Pride demon's head faintly turned from side to side. Craig didn't have long, luxurious hair to obscure his eyes from the assault of those sun rays coming through the window. Instead, he was left to fend for himself as he let out a soft grunt, his free hand rising to rub the sleep from the corner of his eyes. He was just about to make an attempt of lifting his other arm...until he felt it was pinned down. Brows furrowed as his fuzzy mind from last night's booze had him a bit delayed in reaction. It took him longer than he'd like to admit before he noticed the heat radiating from a body next to him, the cushion of flesh against his hip. And for whatever reason, he even shifted his hips just to make sure....Yup. That's a butt. He had an ass on his hip. Not thinking clearly, and his memory foggy, that hand hesitantly fell away from his face to squint against the morning light as he lifted his head. He'd likely pay for it, but those eyes shot wide at the blonde curled up next to -and on- him. That mouth fell ajar, eyes drifting over the form as if he couldn't quite make out if he was still drunk or not but...Nope. That was definitely a naked Jynxx. On eye squinting shut, his free hand pinched the edge of the sheet that was half-assed tossed over himself to lift it up and peek. Yup. He was naked too. His head fell back with a soft thud and before he could catch them, the words slipped out. "Oh ****." ————————————————————————— (Adapted from Live play with Jynxx.)