Utopian World discussion

Sadriel stopped at the bar, sitting down in a seat and ordering the usual shot of vodka. He laid his head on the oak wood, closing his eyes in deep thought. He'd had a long week of training and guarding and just generally stopping assassins from murdering the higher ups. So in short, he was absolutely exhausted, mentally and physically. For once, he only wore a pair of casual jeans and a white t shirt. It was stupid to look rich in the middle plate. Too many thieves.

Cressida walked into the bar, deciding that a drink was in order to celebrate her success today. After all, making a new friend was a rare occurrence for her. Her outfit and prominent horns turned a few heads, no doubt that they were drunks looking for a good time. Cressida made her way to the bar before any of them could muster up the courage to start a conversation with her. She leaned on the counter of the bar next to someone with a shade of red much more vibrant than hers. "I'll take a a vodka cranberry," She said to the bartender, opting for something a bit sweeter than just a straight shot.

Sadriel glanced at her, rolling his eyes and quickly looking away, "Whore" he muttered under his breath, glaring away and gritting his teeth. How dare she walk around like some meddlesome temptress. It was disgusting.

Cressida heard his comment and looked up from her drink. "Bad day?" She inquired, tilting her head slightly, "Or is calling women whores just a pastime of yours?" Her words sounded sharp, but she wore an expression of mild amusement. She was used to being called out on her attire and mannerisms, so she wasn't phased by his words.

He glared at her with crimson orbs, "No. I call temptresses whores. Let me guess, succubus? It's kind of obvious" he grumbled in annoyance, taking his vodka before continuing to stare away.

"Well, aren't you charming?" Cressida said, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm half. What about you? You've got that whole angsty vibe, so I'm going to guess either vampire or demon." She kept the conversation civil, despite how he spoke to her. She was bored and drinking alone seemed less exciting than drinking with someone else, even if they weren't the best of company.

He didn't bother to look at her. Eye contact made him feel uncomfortable. "I... I don't need to tell you anything" he grumbled as he downed another shot.

"Aw, you're no fun," Cressida said finishing her drink and ordering another. "Well, I'm going to say that your a demon, then. But not an incubus since you're so displeased about my attire. A vampire would have been much more civilized, and from my experience, they're romantics. They would have been delighted to have a conversation over drinks with a woman, unlike yourself." Now she was just playing a game with him, wondering if she could get a response out of him.

Sadriel rolled his eyes, "I enjoy women with class. Obviously a real man would only ever settle for the best" he replied simply. Wow that was sexist. And he knew it himself. But he couldn't let anyone know he knew that. Feigning ignorant douche bag was easy, dealing with the fact that everyone saw him that way was the hard part.

"Well, the best can be found in the most unexpected of places," Cressida said, taking a sip of her drink once the bartender set it down in front of her. A strand of her hair slid off of her shoulder and fell on the counter. She pulled all of it to the side farthest from the man next to her, exposing her neck. Her skin was as white as porcelain, mostly thanks to her father. A tinge of rose perfume still remained there from when she applied it in the morning, but it was very faint.

Sadriel, being a demon, with heightened senses, caught that scent quickly and blushed very faintly before quickly hiding his face by looking away. He continued drinking, soon developing a light buzz. "I beg to differ" he grumbled in reply, finally glancing at her and staring at her neck. She was beautiful... He bit his lip, staring away again.

Cressida didn't catch him looking at her, as she was too busy drowning her drink. "Maybe you're right. The best might be found in extravagant castles in fancy clothes, but I'll never get to meet any of them. So, as far as I'm concerned, the best can be found anywhere." She had a strong tolerance for alcohol, and her drinks weren't getting her anywhere near as buzzed as she wanted to be. "Get me a shot of something strong," She ordered the bartender who gave her a skeptical look, unsure if she would be able to hold her alcohol. "Please," She added, and the bartender reached for something on one of the shelves and poured her a shot.

Sadriel closed his eyes, his stern expression beginning to melt faintly as he smirked, "Is it because you're scum?" he replied. Though his tone seemed to be growing a lot more playful.

"You caught me," Cressida said, downing her shot and putting the glass back on the table with a satisfied thud. "I'm the worst of the worst." His insult seemed different than before, less accusatory.

Sadriel took another shot, grunting at the strength and shaking his head, "Oh really now? I find it kind of flattering that you'd just agree with me without the slightest bit of protest. You must hear this kind of stuff a lot huh?" he chuckled once, shrugging faintly, finding it a lot easier to look at her now.

"Well, I find that accepting the truth is much easier than trying to deny it," Cressida said, her cheeks flushing a shade similar to her hair from the alcohol. "And yes, I do. It's usually followed up by asking for my hourly rate." Her eyes narrowed a bit in a mischievous way. She would continue to play along, telling her exaggerated form of the truth. She was finally able to catch his gaze, and stared into his eyes for a moment, challenging him to continue insulting her. She broke contact by ordering another shot. His insults amused her, and she felt like the alcohol was slowly opening him up.

Sadriel raised an eyebrow, "Hourly rate?" he murmured, "It lasts for hours? Christ" he said, seeming genuinely shocked by that... seeing as he was actually a virgin. He wasn't allowed confrontations like that. So whenever he came close he always flipped out.

Cressida laughed, causing the jewelry on her horns to sway. "I am a succubus, as you so kindly pointed out earlier," She said, taking the shot as soon as the bartender set it on the counter. "So, what about you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? What brings you to this part of town? Surely you can't reside in a place filled with so many people who are beneath you."

Sadriel blinked. No one had asked him that. He glanced down at the small lump in his pocket. It was his badge. Royal guards all had one. "Why are you here? To pick up more people to feed on?" he replied, voice slightly slurred as he ignored her question.

"Of course," Cressida said, swaying a little bit, but steadying herself on the counter. "But it seems that the conversation tonight is more interesting than finding some drunk to feed off of." She smiled, propping her head up on her hand. "And you didn't answer my question," She said, after realizing that he had evaded her.

Sadriel furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait you asked a question?" he replied, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion. He had actually forgotten what she'd ask, his chinks growing pink.

Cressida laughed, once again throwing off her balance. This time, she grabbed a hold of his arm to steady herself. "Whoops, sorry. You probably don't want to be touched by someone as lowly as a succubus," She said, removing her hand. "I asked you about what brought you here. This isn't exactly the place for 'classy' men and women to be."

He raised an eyebrow almost seductively, "Well I don't know" he replied, "Maybe I'm not looking for someone classy right now" he replied, taking a sip of a drink he'd ordered.

Cressida was caught off guard by his comment. Her cheeks turned redder than before, caused by something other than the alcohol. "And to think that a few minutes ago you wouldn't look at me because I lacked class," She said, with a smile.

Sadriel rolled his eyes, sitting back, showing that he was a lot more loosened up as he took his straw, blowing on one end and shooting the paper around it into the air, watching it fall onto the counter and shrugging.

He seemed like a completely different person than the one that Cressida had met earlier. "Not that I mind," She said, placing her index finger on the rim of her empty shot glass, tilting it and rotating it slowly.

Sadriel raised an eyebrow at the small, innocent, yet somehow amazingly alluring gesture. He licked his lip faintly in thought before glancing back at her, "I don't think you mind a lot of things" he said somewhat seductively.

"Oh, really now?" Cressida said, her words somewhat slurred, "Give me an example of something that you don't think I would mind." His voice was pleasing to listen to, and at this point, she was so drunk that she didn't care what he was saying, as long as she was able to listen to him.

He suddenly leaned in, pressing his lips to hers for a few seconds before pulling away and narrowing his eyes, "Did you mind that?" he replied, trying to cover up the slur in his voice.

Cressida's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to kiss her. He smelled of vodka and something sweet, like cake. It was intoxicating and comforting at the same time. When he pulled away, she found herself longing for more. He pulled away, but they were still much closer than they had been before. "Only the part where you stopped so soon," She said.

<< I feel like they'd have one night, maybe Sadriel would wake up and flip the fuck out, he'd leave, but he'd come back to the same bar every day just to see her, and she'd notice >>

Sadriel bit his lip seductively, "Oh?" he replied, gazing down at her lips, "Well maybe I could do it again" he added, raising an eyebrow alluringly.

((That's really adorable! I was thinking that they'd have a one night stand, too.))

Cressida leaned in closer, leaving only about an inch of space between them. "Don't disappoint me this time," She said, locking her golden eyes with his blood red eyes.

Sadriel leaned in, closing his eyes and grabbing her arm a little roughly, tilting his head to get better access.

Cressida kissed him back hungrily, although she wasn't the one who was dominating this situation. She closed her eyes a second after he kissed her. It was unusual for her to feel like she wasn't the one in control. It made her feel vulnerable. It was something new and exciting to her.

Sadriel's eyes began to glow, even as they were closed and he suddenly pressed his tongue between her lips, panting quietly as he set his other free hand on her waist, pulling her closer.

Cressida was pulled forward by him, positioning her between his legs with her thighs touching the edge of the bar stool that he was sitting on. She rested the hand that Sadriel hadn't grabbed earlier on the edge of the seat, beside his leg, effectively bringing herself closer to him. She didn't notice his eyes, as hers were closed, but others around the bar were beginning to notice.

Sadriel, being the tactical kind of person he was, immediately noticed the rising suspicion and suddenly pulled away, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the bar suddenly.

Cressida opened her eyes when Sadriel pulled away, catching a glimpse of their glow. Before she had a chance to say anything, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the bar into the cool night air. "Your eyes..." She said, once they were outside.

Sadriel didn't say anything as he pulled her into his car and began to drive. He was a fullblooded demon, and his eyes were the biggest giveaway. It was strange for him to be on the middle plate, "We're going to my house" he suddenly said.

"Hey!" Cressida protested as he pulled her into his car. Once she was inside, she didn't say anything, though. Even though it was forceful, she wanted to be near him. After a few moments of silence, she decided to bring up the subject of his eyes again. "I was right about you earlier, wasn't I?" She said, "You're a demon." She could recall seeing her mother's eyes glow a few times, but those memories were from a very long time ago, and she wasn't sure if she was remembering correctly. The alcohol coursing through her veins wasn't helping, either.

He didn't reply again, and suddenly, there were leaving the middle plate. He flashed his badge as he raced by, the gates opening and letting him up. It was so much brighter, cleaner, just generally nicer on the top plate.

<< After you reply I'll reply at his house >>

"You're from the top plate?" Cressida realized, staring at everything in awe. The last time she had been here was when she was a child. She had been born in the top plate, and lived here for no more than two years before her mother lost her position as mistress of a nobleman and had to return to the middle plate. She was too drunk to piece together the reason why he had a badge.

<< I'll post at his house

Sadriel walked in the next day. He didn't dress up as usual, and he looked somehow guilty, as if he'd been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. He sat down at the bar slowly and cleared his throat, ordering a glass of scotch and sitting back in his chair. He didn't know why he came back here. But he couldn't stop thinking about her... He hadn't even gotten her name. It was supposed to be a one night stand and he didn't even know if she was going to come back to this bar but... deep down he really hoped she did.

Cressida stepped into the bar, wearing something a little more conservative than normal. She still had light bruising around her wrists from her encounter with Sadriel, so she opted to wear a tight, white long sleeved cocktail dress instead of her usual ensemble. A man came up to her and started talking to her, no doubt leading in to how much money he would have to pay to bed her. Over his shoulder, she caught a glimpse of familiar red hair. "If you'll excuse me," She said, not waiting for the man to respond as she made her way up to the bar. "If you make coming here a habit, I'll have to find a new bar to work," She teased, leaning on the counter of the bar.

Sadriel blinked. Why had he come here? The higher up bar offered a much larger array of alcohol. The ladies there were especially classy. The scenery was nice. But they were all missing one thing. Cressida. He glanced back at her and rolled his eyes, "What, am I not allowed to come here just because we..." he stopped, sitting back and sipping his drink.

Cressida laughed. "I'm only teasing," She said, ordering a drink. It wasn't nearly as strong as anything that she ordered last night. "Why did you come here, though? Did you miss the smell of cigarettes and the taste of cheap alcohol?" She asked, not wanting to make any assumptions about his return,

He narrowed his eyes before turning back to the bar, staring at nothing in particular, I needed to see you again he thought. "It's better than drinkin with the snobs on the upper plate" he replied blankly, continuing to sip at his drink.

Cressida bit her lip to try and cover up a smile. "Is that so?" She said, "I was under the impressions that you enjoyed spending time with the snobs. I'm glad that you've made time for the middle plate, though. It's nice to see someone around here who isn't a criminal like the rest of us."