[Normally, Butcher rarely leaves his trench coat and his Hawaiian shirts at home, but hey-- he almost made an effort tonight on what he's wearing. He's not even sporting too many bruises today.
He offers up an easy grin as he settles in.]
Oh, you're on, mate. Is it just for a wee bit of fun or are we making a bet?
I do love a bit of gambling, but I didn’t have anything particular in mind.
[ Dorian responds, eyeing Butcher up and down appreciatively. Bruises would not have been a deterrent and there’s something rough and charming about his face, like one wide and wicked smile would transform his entire face in the most handsome way.
A few fingers of whiskey on ice are served for each of them and Dorian holds his own glass in brief toast before taking a sip. ]
Then, just a game... and we'll see where the night takes us, eh?
[There's an infuriatingly smug grin that gets hidden behind his glass when he notices the eyes on him. His own linger on Dorian -- he likes that face. Hard not to. And the way he carries himself.
The way he can hold his liquor isn't a bad draw either. Means he can keep up with Butcher, maybe.]
So, what do you do around here for fun? Is it all bars, mate?
[ it’s nice to see Billy looking so smug and he isn’t shy about the way he stares, only letting his gaze linger obviously before returning to the other man’s face and hiding behind the glass he drinks from. ]
While bars are fun, there’s always sex. And so many people here come from different places, I find myself lost in a number of conversations or trying things I never would have thought of back home.
One not nearly as advanced as this, but we do have magic where I’m from. Someone told me that I’m from a fantasy world?
[ he shrugs, it does seem fitting if for most fantasy is defined by dragons, magic, kings and queens and other generalizations of things that don’t include their own worlds or space. That and he does like the thought that he is something wondrous and fanciful. ]
I fit in here because I’ve been trapped in this bloody place for quite a long while. And it’s a touch more open-minded about my own home. Is your home anything like this?
Necromancy. Bit of elemental here and there, once tried to fuck with time- that was a mess…
[ Not that he sounds upset about that, it was just as he’d said, a mess. He couldn’t get the magic to work and when it was altered and forced, a lot of stuff had gone wrong. Dorian sounds dismissive about it, like having misspelled something in a letter. ]
[ makes him sound a bit sinister, but he's not against that in the slightest. It's refreshing, especially with how much his other lovers and friends typically paint him to be. Equally complimentary, but in a much more syrupy way. ]
So where does that put you, because clearly you're neither.
[He grins when the other doesn't take offense. Takes a certain kind of person to appreciate the fucked up bits, not to gloss them over. Or maybe Butcher just likes to focus on the negative too much.]
[ Dorian can only partially agree in regards to his own career back home, but it makes a difference and is larger than himself- that matters more than his own personal enjoyment. ]
Oh, I’m no professional. I’ve only done this a handful of times in the last year or two.
[ Dorian is more than a little aware that he's a man with very much to lose if he agrees to bet on something, so clothing seems a nice, slow start. Plus, Butcher's jacket wouldn't look terrible if it was off. ]
Of course. I believe the game is 301? Lets shoot to go first, closest to the bullseye starts.
[ It's been nearly a year, he never use to come here for this and because the man who used to manage it is no longer in the city, he's been less inclined to stop by. Still, he can aim a dart and throw, it's not terribly complicated. ]
[Low stakes betting is fine with him. He's just looking for a wee bit of fun, some company... and then seems like a good way to get it. He throws the dart, hitting close enough to the bullseye, but not on the mark.]
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[ Dorian is a tad overdressed for a fun time at the bar, but he’s sure the more he drinks, the more his layers will be stripped.
He’ll wait until Butcher is in and near him before ordering for the man. ]
I was thinking after a few drinks we could try our hands at a game of darts?
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He offers up an easy grin as he settles in.]
Oh, you're on, mate. Is it just for a wee bit of fun or are we making a bet?
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[ Dorian responds, eyeing Butcher up and down appreciatively. Bruises would not have been a deterrent and there’s something rough and charming about his face, like one wide and wicked smile would transform his entire face in the most handsome way.
A few fingers of whiskey on ice are served for each of them and Dorian holds his own glass in brief toast before taking a sip. ]
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[There's an infuriatingly smug grin that gets hidden behind his glass when he notices the eyes on him. His own linger on Dorian -- he likes that face. Hard not to. And the way he carries himself.
The way he can hold his liquor isn't a bad draw either. Means he can keep up with Butcher, maybe.]
So, what do you do around here for fun? Is it all bars, mate?
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[ it’s nice to see Billy looking so smug and he isn’t shy about the way he stares, only letting his gaze linger obviously before returning to the other man’s face and hiding behind the glass he drinks from. ]
While bars are fun, there’s always sex. And so many people here come from different places, I find myself lost in a number of conversations or trying things I never would have thought of back home.
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[He's heard some wild shite in his day here, from the zombie apocalypse to Hell to everything in between.]
Seems you fit right in here, mate.
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[ he shrugs, it does seem fitting if for most fantasy is defined by dragons, magic, kings and queens and other generalizations of things that don’t include their own worlds or space. That and he does like the thought that he is something wondrous and fanciful. ]
I fit in here because I’ve been trapped in this bloody place for quite a long while. And it’s a touch more open-minded about my own home. Is your home anything like this?
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[At least he's seen magic before. Or heard of it. He doesn't always trust it, but it's an interesting thing regardless.]
Well, we're not all made to fuck, but-- a lot of it's familiar, yeah. Bunch of corrupt cunts run everything. We've got--
You know what a superhero is?
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[ Not that he sounds upset about that, it was just as he’d said, a mess. He couldn’t get the magic to work and when it was altered and forced, a lot of stuff had gone wrong. Dorian sounds dismissive about it, like having misspelled something in a letter. ]
I do, yes.
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[Isn't that what necromancy is? He's gonna assume anyway. He's not the magic nerd here...]
Yeah, well... then, we got'em where I'm from. They cause more trouble than they're worth.
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[ no one here in the city has really deserved such treatment, but he’s plenty capable. ]
Is it a common thing where you’re from?
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[Color him impressed, actually.]
Pretty much. They're a huge commodity. Make all the normal cunts feel safe and sound.
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[ makes him sound a bit sinister, but he's not against that in the slightest. It's refreshing, especially with how much his other lovers and friends typically paint him to be. Equally complimentary, but in a much more syrupy way. ]
So where does that put you, because clearly you're neither.
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I watch'em. Keep them in line... somebody has to.
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Sounds like an awful big job.
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[You know what they say about doing what you love.
He gives a nod towards the darts.]
You play often? Just wanna know if I'm up against a pro or not.
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[ Dorian can only partially agree in regards to his own career back home, but it makes a difference and is larger than himself- that matters more than his own personal enjoyment. ]
Oh, I’m no professional. I’ve only done this a handful of times in the last year or two.
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Well, then... let the best man win, eh?
[He's not that bothered, if he wins or loses. He suspects he'll still get some drinks and nice enough company regardless.]
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[ for all he knows, Butcher could be some kind of pro. ]
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[He's not a pro, no. But he's had a bit of practice... he's feeling a bit good about his odds here.]
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[ Dorian picks up a dart, weighing it in his hand before twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger. ]
Could bet clothes?
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[He huffs out a laugh and nods.]
Alright, fair. We see how good we are, we can always up the stakes, eh?
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Of course. I believe the game is 301? Lets shoot to go first, closest to the bullseye starts.
[ It's been nearly a year, he never use to come here for this and because the man who used to manage it is no longer in the city, he's been less inclined to stop by. Still, he can aim a dart and throw, it's not terribly complicated. ]
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[Low stakes betting is fine with him. He's just looking for a wee bit of fun, some company... and then seems like a good way to get it. He throws the dart, hitting close enough to the bullseye, but not on the mark.]
Huh, well. Let's see how you do, eh?
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