Teen Angst.

[Eden Verlorene]

It was going to end up just like the other nights had. He would sit at the bar, alone, drinking glasses of fire whiskey until his throat burned and his vision was so impaired he half wondered if he would be able to make it back or if he would end up sleeping in some filthy gutter. He sighed before taking a drink. He was still at that horrible stage where the liquor hadn't affected him yet. He could still remember everything, and each emotion was like a knife in his back. I wish I could sleep but I can't lay on my back because there's a knife there for everyday that I've known you The song played over and over in his head, the meaning of the words adding more pain. He had changed so much. This was how it had always been, the bars, the infidelity, the constant need to be somehow intoxicated. The marks on his arm would never fade. But he had changed! He had become everything he'd thought Ramiel needed, but it wasn't enough. He lit a cigarette and inhaled too deeply, letting the smoke burn inside his putrid lungs. What was he even living for? Those brief fleeting moments where he could find some shallow form of happiness in alcohol, whores, and memories that would never form again? Why the fuck was he here?

"Give me the bottle." he commanded. The bartender complied, not wanting to tempt him. Eden was enough of a regular for the other patrons to know and fear his black moods.

[Danika Markus]

Danika didn't frequent the kind of bar that filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. She was more of a tiny, quaint bar that served things with elegant names and had a live jazz band. But she was here, wasn't she? Not that she knew why.

She brushed a few curls away from her face as she walked into the thick room. Her coat was pulled tightly around her black corset dress, and her heels clicked as she walked across the wooden floor. She took a seat at the bar next to a huddle figure, and she shrugged off her coat, revealing her bare, pale shoulders. She crossed her legs and folded her coat over her lap and then, in a soft, sultry voice, accented with her subtle Spanish accent, she ordered, "Amaretto, please." The bartender set her drink down in front of her a moment later.

[Eden Verlorene]

Eden didn't notice anyone walk into the bar. He didn't even notice the woman who had seated herself beside him until she spoke. He turned to her for a moment as if he would say something, but he wouldn't, at least nothing of importance anyway. She was above him. He took another shot of his whiskey. "What brings you here?" The words came out laced with cigarette smoke.

[Danika Markus]

Cigarette smoke, though she smoked herself, stung her eyes, so she waved it away from her face. Not in the annoyed manner that most people did, but in a genuine, unbothered way. "A change of scenery," she said, and she took a drink of the amber liquid in front of her. She leaned her elbow on the bar, and the side of her against her hand. Her hair swung down around her forearm, and she looked at him. "You?"

[Eden Verlorene]

Eden could have almost smiled. Almost. "Necessity." He said, hoping he didn't sound like he was looking for pity, which he wasn't. He took another drag off his cigarette, this time deciding not to blow the smoke in her face. "Where else would I be?" This time he did grin as he said it. Why not? The liquor made him feel lighter, although he could still feel the open wound inside himself. He could attempt pleasantries, he supposed.

[Danika Markus]

"Necessity?" Danika raised one sculpted eyebrow higher than the other, and wondered if her English was failing her. She was sure that he meant he needed to be there, but that didn't make very much sense to her. It wasn't polite to pry, but she supposed that politeness wasn't something they required of their patrons at this type of establishment.

[Eden Verlorene]

"Yep. A necessity." Eden said, taking a drink. "It helps."

[Danika Markus]

"Why do you say that?" she asked, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.