Demons x Humans discussion

Very showy-offy kind of house, perfect for someone obsessed with become queen of the world. Or, at least, by Atara's standards.

((Perfect! Haha!)) Atara wanted to go out. Meet someone. Preferably someone who she could easily bring into her plans on world domination. She slipped on her high heels and was about to leave.

((Does she have cress yet?))

((Nope, that's what she's going to do, but I decided to wait 'til you were on, and I don't really know where to take her ^_^))

((... The city?))

((I'm not sure if there are new places yet...))

((Tay, be right there!)) She looked around, and then shut the door behind her.

She threw open the door. "Welcome. To the Genesis Manor."

Cress clicked in after her, taking in his surroundings with his hands on his hips.

"It's nice." He said, which was really quite a complement from his mouth. He had to get his uniform soon...

She nodded. The place screamed royal. It was the ultimate palace. "It is." She walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka out.

Cress watched curiously. "Vodka. Why?" He asked. He didn't want a slob as a master.

She sighed. "It's been a long day." She neatly set out a frosted glass and a plate of cheese and crackers on the counter. "There won't be a mess when I'm done, I never get totally wasted." She told him.

"Good." He said brightly. "Hey, you got plans for tomorrow? I need a uniform, and I don't want some trash."

She shook her head. "No plans. You don't come with a set uniform?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No." Cress said, shrugging.

She nodded and downed a glass of vodka. "We could go tonight yet, if you want."

"Nah, I'm not fussed." He said, taking a glass. He sipped it, not feeling anything. Demons couldn't get drunk, and food was not necessary.

"Fused?" She mumbled and she poured herself another glass and threw it back. 2 drinks in 30 seconds. Had to be some sort of a record.

((lol)) Cress watched warily. So much for not getting pissed. He downed the glass, savoring the nothingness.

He slammed it down on the table, took the bottle, refilled both, then slipped it into his outfit somewhere, scolding her. "No more alcohol. I'm not having some slum as a master, and we're going shopping tomorrow. I'm not having you make rushed decisions because your head is going to explode. And If you think of sneaking..."
He walked around the kitchen, stopping and numerous cupboards and pulling out pill-bottles, slipping them into his outfit as well.

She glared at him. "I can drink if I want to. I'm not drunk and I'm no slum. I don't care if we go shopping and my head won't explode. Why the hell would I sneak anywhere?"

He shows her the pill bottles. They help with hang overs. "Vodka is extremely strong. One shot is equal to one drink, and to stay sober, you are permitted to drink one drink per hour. I am a demon, and it doesn't effect me, but I prefer to stick to the rules. Now stop glowering like a child and I'll make you a Margareta. Then no more alcohol!

"Any preferred flavors and such?" He continues, opening random cupboards and doors.

"Hm... Use the cherry shit in the back."

Cress looks in the back of the cupboard, and pulls out an old bottle. He sniffs it, and crinkles up his nose. "This smells awful!" He mutters, looking around the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Cress wipes off the side of a large Margarete glass. He places it in front of Atara. "My lady." He says, not mentioning he had made fresh stuff and tipped out the 'cherry shit'.

Atara nodded and sipped it. "I've never been wasted before, you know.... Well, Happy 18th birthday to me..." She mumbled as an afterthought.

"Birthday?" Cress asked, raising an eyebrow.

She looked up at him. "Yup. Today's my 18th."

"Congrats!" Cress says, smiling. He searches through the kitchen until he finds a cookie, and sticks a candle in it, putting it on a plate and handing it to Atara.

She laughed quietly "I wasn't going to Black Lights for nothing, ya know."

Cress shrugged. "I'd say you got a pretty awesome birthday present."

Atara raised an eyebrow. "A demon that just wants me for my soul? Sounds like a great gift.."

Cress laughed. "I stylish slave till you die. Note the emphasis on stylish..."

She rolled her eyes, then pouted. "It's my birthday, I wanna drink."

"You GOT a drink!" Cress murmured, pulling down a judge and filling it half way with vodka. He pushed it over her, and said, "It's your birthday. No more then this, though."

She started to hum happily and sipped it.

Cress rolled his eyes and walked off to explore the area.

She waited until he was out of the room and then ran to the fridge. She had plenty of different types of alcohol hidden in there.

Cress smiled. He new what she was doing. He was a demon. He had ALL the alcohol.

"Fuck." She mumbled. The only thing left was her inconspicuous bottle of spiked apple juice. She sighed and plucked it up, gingerly undoing the cap.

Cress looked through the rooms, wondering where he would stay, before heading back to the kitchen. He walked in and razed an eyebrow as he saw Atara with a bottle of apple juice to her lips.

"Hi." She said and downed the bottle, dropping the empty in the trash.

Cress rolled his eyes.

Tari smiled brightly and went back to the couch.

Cress followed.

She patted the spot next to her. "Sit with me." She said.

Cress shrugged, and slipped over the back of the couch, sliding into place besides Atara.

She smiled and leaned heavily against his side as she flicked on the T.V and took a drink from the jug.

((From the jug, lol))

Cress looked down curiously as she leaned into her side, before mentally shrugging, and watching her flip through the t.v channels.

"You're a meanie, you hid all of my drinks."

Cress smirked. "So?"

"So, I wanted to drink." She finished the jug and her 'cherry shit' drink and pouted.