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Kara x Zephyrine
"I would say the same but it's not true, I'm very prejudice" Bones said sighed softly, "Hate underling demons, and vampire, just a bunch of dirty leeches they are." he said chuckled softly and nodded when she spoke again. "Yeah you're most definitely strange," he said and laughed again. "And if sexiness isn't a thing, which I disagree you are universally sexy, then I must just be attracted to you" he said jokingly with a smirk. He shook his head slightly "I'll be back later for that potion" he said and turned to leave.
Emerson gave a soft groan, having felt like she didn't win some sort of battle of wits. She rolled her eyes at his back, turning back to her counter. "I'll have it ready..." she muttered softly, walking around so she could watch him leave.
After his truck drove off, she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, again fiddling with the ingredients. She stared at the door for a few minutes before focusing on the book, pulling out a wooden bowl and a spoon to mix everything up.
After his truck drove off, she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, again fiddling with the ingredients. She stared at the door for a few minutes before focusing on the book, pulling out a wooden bowl and a spoon to mix everything up.
Bones went back to his house and made a few calls, to some friends. He was getting bored of sitting around his house and he wanted something to do. So she was going to go hang out with Doc and Rattler, his two best friends, since they were like three. Though Doc and Rattler, were in hell when Bones called them it didn't take long for them to arrive. Only about ten fifteen minutes. When they got there they drank a bit and laugh told stories. They planned on doing some demonly stuff once the sun went down.
While Emerson made a few test batches of the mix, she called a few numbers to inquire about someone who might know how to let Shelna slip back.
After five dead-end calls, she nearly crashed her phone to the counter. Staring at it, she muttered, "An idiot," when she remembered she ha yet again forgotten to get Bones' information.
"Yes you are!" Raspy, singsong-y. Shelna.
"Remind me again why I can't do it myself," griped Emerson, waving the spoon around.
"Because you're an angel."
Emerson rolled her eyes, continuing to mix up the current batch of potion. After a minute, her eyes lit up and she grabbed her phone, dialing a number and having a quick conversation.
"Shelna!" she shouted twenty minutes later. "You're about to disappear, and you might feel some deja-vu." She began humming, and sure enough, she heard a screech and went to check on the girl.
Gone. Finally.
After five dead-end calls, she nearly crashed her phone to the counter. Staring at it, she muttered, "An idiot," when she remembered she ha yet again forgotten to get Bones' information.
"Yes you are!" Raspy, singsong-y. Shelna.
"Remind me again why I can't do it myself," griped Emerson, waving the spoon around.
"Because you're an angel."
Emerson rolled her eyes, continuing to mix up the current batch of potion. After a minute, her eyes lit up and she grabbed her phone, dialing a number and having a quick conversation.
"Shelna!" she shouted twenty minutes later. "You're about to disappear, and you might feel some deja-vu." She began humming, and sure enough, she heard a screech and went to check on the girl.
Gone. Finally.
"Got any good bars in this town" Doc asked, only slightly drunk at the moment. All demons have a high alcohol tolerance, though some can still be consider light weights in the demon world. "Yeah, your house is nice in all but it's so boring" Rattler chimed in.
Bones chuckled and nodded slightly "Yeah let's go" he said and grabbed his keys. "You want a chill bar or a hopping club" he asked, a little drunk himself.
"Probably a hopping club, more chicks that way" Doc said and went out the door with Bones.
Rattler nodded slightly, "Which place has bigger bathrooms" he asked, planning on banging a few chicks in the bathroom stalls.
Bones chuckled slightly "Same I'm guessing" he said with a smirk.
"Then yeah the hopping club"
After another hour or so of mixing stuff up, Emerson looked around for something to test it on. Huffing, she took a scissors and clipped a chunk of hair off, setting it in a bowl before sprinkling the paste as best she could over it.
Nothing. She tried again with another, more powdery set. Nothing again. She tried a few more times, resentfully thinking about how she had been wanting layers anyway. When it continued not working, she began wondering if she needed a more... Lively subject.
Where am I supposed to get a body? Walk into a bar and be like, 'Hello, sir. Do you want to see my house? Can I use you as a witchcraft-y test subject? Emerson thought to herself. Maybe a club?...
Shrugging, Emerson grabbed her leather jacket and walked out the door, locking up to head to her car and find a club or something, willing Bones not to come back while she was gone.
After a while a driving, she came to a club, hearing the music from the sidewalk. She hopped out of the car and headed in, but not before messing up her hair the way she had -unfortunately- done when she had met Kylist.
Nothing. She tried again with another, more powdery set. Nothing again. She tried a few more times, resentfully thinking about how she had been wanting layers anyway. When it continued not working, she began wondering if she needed a more... Lively subject.
Where am I supposed to get a body? Walk into a bar and be like, 'Hello, sir. Do you want to see my house? Can I use you as a witchcraft-y test subject? Emerson thought to herself. Maybe a club?...
Shrugging, Emerson grabbed her leather jacket and walked out the door, locking up to head to her car and find a club or something, willing Bones not to come back while she was gone.
After a while a driving, she came to a club, hearing the music from the sidewalk. She hopped out of the car and headed in, but not before messing up her hair the way she had -unfortunately- done when she had met Kylist.
Bones and his buddies kind of went separate ways, all trying to pick up women. Bones eventually just stopped, bored of the usual and just drank and drank and drank until he was legitly drunk. He stumbled over to a booth and sat down, a new scotch bottle just opened and ready to be drank. He was actually have fun now, even did some dancing. He shook his head slightly and took a large gulp from the scotch bottle before going back to the dance floor.
Emerson stood in a corner for a while, people-watching. All she would need was a finger... A hand if she was lucky.
After about half an hour of this, some guy cams up and offered to buy her a drink. Emerson shrugged, following him through the throng of people and reaching the bar. He pulled out a stool for ed and ordered shots, but Emerson only had two rounds, instead throwing the rest over her shoulder. She excuse herself when his hands started getting tok grabby and headed to the dance floor, still looking for a subject.
After about half an hour of this, some guy cams up and offered to buy her a drink. Emerson shrugged, following him through the throng of people and reaching the bar. He pulled out a stool for ed and ordered shots, but Emerson only had two rounds, instead throwing the rest over her shoulder. She excuse herself when his hands started getting tok grabby and headed to the dance floor, still looking for a subject.
Bones was dancing with some ginger on the dance floor, getting real sexual and maybe inappropriate. He was about to ask her if she wanted to come back to his place with him, when he saw someone he recognized, and it wasn't Doc or Rattler. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He shook his head slightly and stepped away from the ginger and walked across the dance floor, "I see you've resulted in stalking me. It's because I'm so hot right. Just irresistible" he whispered in Emerson's ear and stepped away laughing.
Emerson recoiled, but she wasn't perfectly sure if it was the smell of alcohol breath, the fact that he was so close to her, or just who it was. She turned to face Bones, looking around as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation of why she was there -one that didn't make her sound psycho.
"I... Well, honestly, you should be considered the stalker. How come you get to show up at my place several days in a row, yet I accidentally show up bear you and suddenly I'm the creep?" she continued looking at the people, inching away from Bones as she wondered if it would be easier to go back to the drunken, groping bar guy.
"I... Well, honestly, you should be considered the stalker. How come you get to show up at my place several days in a row, yet I accidentally show up bear you and suddenly I'm the creep?" she continued looking at the people, inching away from Bones as she wondered if it would be easier to go back to the drunken, groping bar guy.
Bones chuckled and shook his head slightly, "I was there on business, not pleasure" he said and looked around the dance floor. "Anyway, I got a ginger to go and find. See ya" he said and walked away from her and back over to the ginger, who hadn't even moved. "Wanna come back to my place" he whispered in her ear seductively."Sure" she purred, seemingly forgetting that he ditched her a second ago.
Bones smirked, "Sweet" he said and took her hand before leading her off the dance floor and out of the bar. He brought her over to his car and kissed her deeply up against it before opening the door and letting her inside. Despite being very drunk Bones got into the driver's side and started the engine.
Emerson snorted a laugh when he left, waving the air in front of her face. With how drunk he was, he would probably end up in an accident and kill the poor girl that way. She didn't stop them.
Instead, she pushed her way through the flow of bodies back to the bar, finding her previous viable donor asleep and drooling on the marble. She rolled her eyes and sat down away from him to order another drink, spinning in her seat to hold it and watch the people more.
There were three. Two men and a girl, of which she thought she might be able to seduce, if she was as 'universally sexy' as Bones claimed her to be.
As she nodded her head slightly at each in passing, only the men gave her a once-over, and Emerson decided Bones must have been right. In a sick, just-for-guys way. She blanched and leaned back against the marble-top, sipping the vodka soda as if the burning didn't bother her much.
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Instead, she pushed her way through the flow of bodies back to the bar, finding her previous viable donor asleep and drooling on the marble. She rolled her eyes and sat down away from him to order another drink, spinning in her seat to hold it and watch the people more.
There were three. Two men and a girl, of which she thought she might be able to seduce, if she was as 'universally sexy' as Bones claimed her to be.
As she nodded her head slightly at each in passing, only the men gave her a once-over, and Emerson decided Bones must have been right. In a sick, just-for-guys way. She blanched and leaned back against the marble-top, sipping the vodka soda as if the burning didn't bother her much.
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It was a little swervy and he might have run over a few people but Bones did make it back to his murder house in one piece. The girl was kind of freaking out but he was having fun, though they were probably going to skip the sex part of the night. He might be a total dick and with sociopath but he has surprisingly never forced himself on a women. Bones pulled his keys out of the ignition and grabbed the girl. "Come on" he said and pulled her out of the car and into the house. He didn't even bother with trying to start foreplay he just dragged her downstairs and put her in the chair. Though like with the brunette he just strapped the screaming girl down and went back upstairs. Luckily the basement was sound proof so even though she was probably still screaming he couldn't hear it once he closed the door.
Bones went to his living room and laid down on the floor. He actually really liked downing this type of torture first. Let stew over what he was going to do to um, would it be quick slow. Would he kill them at all.
An hour later, Emerson admitted to herself ghat she was bored. Was it even worth it? It was only for one customer, just Bones.
She grunted when, finally, a currently sober guy came up and sat down next to her. "If I'm allowed to guess..." he paused, waiting for her answer, continuing when she nodded, "You're here because a boyfriend... or girlfriend, I suppose, ditched you."
"Nah, I'm here to ask a drunk person if they would be willing to let me experiment on then," Emerson said seriously, obviously a little tipsy to be telling this stranger the truth.
The man laughed. "I'm Braedon." He held out his hand for her. Emerson noted that he was left-handed, and that his ring finger was adorned with a silver band. She shook it anyway.
"Eleanor," she lied, showing off a smile as she set down her empty glass.
He gestured to it with a hopeful expression. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"From a married man? No. You should probably think about taking that ring off before you try picking up girls." Without thinking, Emerson's words cane off in a rush, and she stood up, feeling woozy either from the drinks of the steady beat of the music. Even though she heard his protests, she caught her balance and hurried out of the club, to her car.
Inside her VW Thing, she sat and breathed heavily. In, out. In, out. She shouldn't have come; everything reminded her of the time she had tried -on purpose- to fall from her earthen angel position.
She started the small truck and paused again, wondering what she would do to test out the -moiripl she remembered it was called. Probably just make Bones do it himself, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again that night.
Emerson pulled out of the lot and headed home.
She grunted when, finally, a currently sober guy came up and sat down next to her. "If I'm allowed to guess..." he paused, waiting for her answer, continuing when she nodded, "You're here because a boyfriend... or girlfriend, I suppose, ditched you."
"Nah, I'm here to ask a drunk person if they would be willing to let me experiment on then," Emerson said seriously, obviously a little tipsy to be telling this stranger the truth.
The man laughed. "I'm Braedon." He held out his hand for her. Emerson noted that he was left-handed, and that his ring finger was adorned with a silver band. She shook it anyway.
"Eleanor," she lied, showing off a smile as she set down her empty glass.
He gestured to it with a hopeful expression. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"From a married man? No. You should probably think about taking that ring off before you try picking up girls." Without thinking, Emerson's words cane off in a rush, and she stood up, feeling woozy either from the drinks of the steady beat of the music. Even though she heard his protests, she caught her balance and hurried out of the club, to her car.
Inside her VW Thing, she sat and breathed heavily. In, out. In, out. She shouldn't have come; everything reminded her of the time she had tried -on purpose- to fall from her earthen angel position.
She started the small truck and paused again, wondering what she would do to test out the -moiripl she remembered it was called. Probably just make Bones do it himself, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again that night.
Emerson pulled out of the lot and headed home.
Since Bones was still drinking the entire night, even laying on the floor he eventually passed out there. He woke up the next morning though feeling fresh as a daisy. Demons don't get hangovers, they do however have blackouts, barely remembers anything rom the other night. Just that he has a ginger in his basement. Which made him smile because who doesn't love a little morning maiming. Bones got up off the floor and went down to the basement. He cut and cut for hours until the girl was on the brink of death, and then he stopped. He patched her up a little bit so she would die while he was gone and quickly left the house. It was about noon now so he planned on stopping at the shop for like a minute to grab and pay for the potion and then he'd go back to his place and test it out. He didn't really bother with changing his clothes either. Wouldn't be spending time around humans anyway. Besides if one noticed what it really was he'd just kill them as well, public or no public.
Emerson could be found sleeping with an old coffeecup next to her head, which had fallen onto the counter. Even though she was half-asleep, her hand still drew in a pile of dust -a version of the recipe for Bones- with a little wooden stick. She absently watched as she felt like her hand was moving on it's own.
She'd gotten no sleep, and either from that or the drinking she had a massive headache. It seemed like every little bird chirp was trying to kill her from the brain-out.
She'd gotten no sleep, and either from that or the drinking she had a massive headache. It seemed like every little bird chirp was trying to kill her from the brain-out.
Bones arrived at the shop and parked against the curb. He killed the engine and hopped out, locking the doors behind him. He went into the store and chuckled when he saw Emerson. "Not used to partying I assume" he said and walked over to the counter. "that potion ready, got test subject" he said and then thought about last night when he ran over a bunch of people, and it kind of made him chuckle as well. He shook his head slightly and looked at Emerson, "It ready, cause I really gotta go?"
Emerson's head shop up and she hissed, "Be quiet." She sat up and dropped the stick, staring at the choices lined up for Bones. "I would be fine but I stayed up all night trying to make this for you. The only reason I was there last night was because I needed a..." She stopped and blushed, shoving two choices forward. "It's not important. Here."
Think over his words again, she shot, "And I can hold liquor just fine," even though it wasn't entirely, positively true.
Think over his words again, she shot, "And I can hold liquor just fine," even though it wasn't entirely, positively true.
"Sure whatever you say sweetheart" Bones said and pulled his wallet out. "I believe you" he said with a smirk and pulled a hundred out of his wallet. He's pretty rich because well he owns a lot of businesses in this town, though he doesn't do anything with them anymore. When he gets bored with it he just hires someone to do all his work. He's also killed a lot of rich people and went to their house to take all their valuables and money and well everything they own. "Will this cover it" he asked and handed over the hundred.
Emerson took the money he had handed over. "I doubt you believe me." She looked at the money and nodded. "Yes... Especially because I don't know if either will work. Let me know and I'll fix it." Hopefully. She took the other candidates and stuffed them on the shelf and tagged it.
"I have literally no idea why I continue to help you," she muttered, staring at the shelf in disgust. With an idea, she turned around and raised her eyebrows. "If you don't believe that I can drink, do you want to take a bet?" It was a bad, bad idea. But she didn't take it back.
"I have literally no idea why I continue to help you," she muttered, staring at the shelf in disgust. With an idea, she turned around and raised her eyebrows. "If you don't believe that I can drink, do you want to take a bet?" It was a bad, bad idea. But she didn't take it back.
Bones chuckled, "You keep helping me because you need the business. I've never seen anyone in this place other then then the pot guy" he said smiled. He was about to leave when she made a bet with him and he just had to turn around to see if she was serious. It looked like she was but he could barely believe it, "Would love to really, but I gotta bleeding girl in my basement" he said and gestured to his bloody clothes. "Wanna see what this does if you toss on someone if they're still alive." he said and chuckled softly. "But hey, I'll just come back here tonight and we can do it then"
Emerson shrugged. "I'm in no hurry." Still, she thought about the poor, unassuming kid in his basement. Before he left, she added as she tugged on her wavy hair, "It... might leave her scalp behind. Not sure, though." Ew, she thought, wondering where the girl would end up.
"That would be awesome" Bones said with a smile, "I could use it as an ash-try" he said jokingly and waved a bit before walking out of the store and going to his truck. He got in and started the engine before speeding off down the road. He quickly went back to his murder house and parked in the drive way.Bones went inside and went straight to the basement, hoping the girl was still alive. Luckily when he walked over to her she jerked and started struggling against the restraints. "Good your still alive" he said with a smirk. "This may sting a little bit" he said and pulled one of the vials out of his pocket. He popped the top off and sprinkled it over the girls head.
Emerson stared at the door, even after his truck had drove away. She nearly puked, but didn't, instead cleaning and locking up the store to head to her bed.
Unfortunately, Bones had been right about him being the only real current customer. She used to have dozens of people in a day, but with the lull in the demon-angel war and the townspeople suspecting her of witchcraft... Well, everyone had left. Except Jonas, who was too stoned most of the time to notice anything.
Unfortunately, Bones had been right about him being the only real current customer. She used to have dozens of people in a day, but with the lull in the demon-angel war and the townspeople suspecting her of witchcraft... Well, everyone had left. Except Jonas, who was too stoned most of the time to notice anything.
Bones smirked when there was nothing left of the girl but her scalp, all clean of hair and everything.... awesome. It was cool watching her scream in agony as her body slowly disintegrated. That was definitely going to be how he ended their lives from now on. Torture torture torture, then to end it a slow disintegrate, it's be fun.Bones bent over to pick up the scalp and brought it up stairs. He rinsed it off in the sink quickly and then grabbed his keys before leaving the murder house. He tossed the scalp in the passenger seat and drove back to his other house.
When he got there Bones went inside and put the scalp on the counter before feeding Copper. His buddies were still passed out on the floor in the living room. They didn't usually do the killing part of the seduce and kill nights. They just liked having sex with multiple women.
A few hours later, Emerson woke up and crawled out of her comfy bed. She stood in front of the mirror to inspect her shoulder. The scab was fading to a scar, she noticed happily.
Changing into fresh clothes -black jeans and a white button-up- she braided her long hair as she headed back downstairs. Since there wasn't much to do, she perched on the stool behind her desk-like furniture and slipped on glasses to read.
Changing into fresh clothes -black jeans and a white button-up- she braided her long hair as she headed back downstairs. Since there wasn't much to do, she perched on the stool behind her desk-like furniture and slipped on glasses to read.
After a while Bones went upstairs and took a shower, to wash away the blood and smell of alcohol. Once he was done with that he went outside and sprayed his truck down with a hose because there was blood on that as well. A few hours, later his friends woke up and they had a few beers as hey spoke. Bones only had two sixteen ounce cans and didn't feel buzzed at all.
"So what did you do last night?" Rattler asked Bones.
"Killed a ginger" he said and nodded slightly.
"Fuuunn, I had sex with like five chicks at the club, and then we all got together later that night at a hotel and had an amazing orgie." he said and chuckled softly. "Once it was over I had to get out though man. Those chick be startin to get sober and bitchin about what happen. Don't want to be there for that"
"No you don't" Doc said and laughed softly. "Me I just found a blond and brought her back here" he said. "Not sure if she left or not, haven't seen her soooooo probably"
After an hour of reading, Emerson became bored, standing up to sift through her potions books. Maybe I'll reorganize, she thought dully, half focusing her mind on it beginning to snow outside -thanks to her.
It was late enough in the fall that everyone outside the shop (half the town, really) stopped to enjoy the white flakes without thinking anything bad of it.
Emerson grabbed her jacket and slipped on some riding boots to head out for a walk, going to a nearby park to sit and watch a small group of kids playing in the wonder.
It was late enough in the fall that everyone outside the shop (half the town, really) stopped to enjoy the white flakes without thinking anything bad of it.
Emerson grabbed her jacket and slipped on some riding boots to head out for a walk, going to a nearby park to sit and watch a small group of kids playing in the wonder.
After an hour or so his friends left and Bones decided to take Copper on a walk. Not through town of course, since she didn't enjoy being the size of a tabby cat and she can't be seen in her normal size. He'd just take her through the woods in the back yard. Bones let the large feline out the back door and they started walking through the wooded area behind his house. It was fairly large a mile or two in each direction. Copper was pretty good too, only stay a few feet or so in front of Bones.
Leaving the park after half an hour, Emerson brought up the hood of her jacket and started walking down a path into the woods that backed up the field, eventually getting off-course.
Losing track of time, Emerson later thought she heard something and walked further to investigate. She stopped in her tracks and let out an audible groan when she saw a familiar head of curls. "Why are you everywhere?" she asked with a slight pout. Of course it would seem she was stalking him.
Losing track of time, Emerson later thought she heard something and walked further to investigate. She stopped in her tracks and let out an audible groan when she saw a familiar head of curls. "Why are you everywhere?" she asked with a slight pout. Of course it would seem she was stalking him.
"What do you mean everywhere?" Bones asked since he didn't remember seeing her at the bar. He kind of just assumed she'd been partying from the look on her face when he walked in the store. Definitely hangover face. "I've gone to your store like three in a half times" he said jokingly and shook his head slightly. "You're definitely a strange on Emerson" he said and gestured to his Mngwa. "Was walking Copper, what you doing?"
"I mean, you were at that club last night and accused me a stalking you, remember?" Emerson rolled her eyes before nodding at Copper. "I'm surprised you haven't accused me of it again."
When asked what she was doing, Emerson gestured back in the direction of the path. "I was walking by myself. Got sidetracked, I suppose."
When asked what she was doing, Emerson gestured back in the direction of the path. "I was walking by myself. Got sidetracked, I suppose."
"Well I have no idea you're talking about" Bones said, though figured she wasn't lying, no point in doing that. "Yeah okay" he said and nodded slightly. He looked over at Copper a moment and saw she was stalking a bird and smiled before looking back over at Emerson. "So you ready for that bet then. Cause I'm free"
Emerson was watching Copper as well, but she was really wondering why he hadn't remembered the night before. Looking back to Bones, she nodded. "I'm good now. But first, what's the deal? Getting to ask the other a question with a required real answer after each drink? Or whoever completely loses it first has to do something for other?" Personally, she didn't care either way.
"I don't know. You're bet your rules" Bones said and looked over at Copper who just caught the bird by jumping up into the air. "Nice" he said and laughed softly. "Come on" he said and turned to go. "We can drink at my place" he said and started walking. "Gots lots of alcohol there and we won't be bothered by annoying people." he said.
Emerson hesitated at the mention of his house, but hurried to catch up after she shrugged the feeling off. The snow had finally stopped and she heard it crunching beneath their shoes a d Copper's paws. Chuckling, Emerson realized that it seemed to be easier around the giant hellcat than it was to be around Bones. Thinking back on her own proposition, she decided to not decide. "Both, then," she said aloud.
"Okay, and hey you don't have to worry about being in ma house. Never killed anyone in this house. got a different one for that" Bones said and looked back at her. He smiled small and then continued walking. It only took a few minutes to get there and wen they did he went inside and over to the liquor cabinet. "So what's your poison" he asked.
Emerson snorted in reply when he told her it wasn't his murdering house, choosing not to actually say anything. She followed him into his house and to the liquor cabinet and shrugged. "Vodka, usually, but I'm up for whatever you want." She quickly glanced around the house, mentally marking the exits. Just in case.
"Vodka it is then" Bones said and grabbed two large bottles of name brand vodka. "Come on to the living room" he said and walked out of the dinning room area and over to the living room. He tossed the bottles on the couch and shoved the coffee table out of the way. "Okay sit on the floor. Hey do you want shot glass or are you a chugger" he asked and tossed her one of the bottles.
Emerson sat down on the floor with her back pressed to the couch. She caught the bottle from Bones and shrugged. "Easier to keep track of drinks with a glass, I suppose," she answered as she cracked the lid off. She rolled the bottle in between her hands as she waited for him to sit as well.
"Okay then" Bones said and went back over to the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the shot glass box out of the bottom cupboard and went back to the living room. "Here we go" he said and sat down across from her. He laid the box in between them and then leaned back to grab his bottle off the couch. Both bottle were are brand new and have not been opened. "How do we start then?" he asked. "Since you're making up the rules"
Emerson gestured between the bottles. "For every shot you get down, you ask me a question and vice versa. Hmm... Whoever gives up or knocks out first loses." She pulled her legs up so she sat cross-legged. "What are your terms?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Don't got any" Bones said and grabbed a shot glass, the box had several in it, over twenty anyway. He filled his shot glass with vodka and quickly tossed it back. "How long have you been on Earth?" he asked and turned the shot glass over on the ground.
Emerson watched as he tossed it back, filling her own shot glass while she answered. "About... Six or seven hundred years. Kind of varies because for about the first hundred I was back and forth." She shrugged taking her first shot. "How old are you?" She asked, setting down the glass.
Bones pursed his lips as he tried to remember how old he was. Been a while since he's even celebrated his birthday, "Um..... about one thousand nine hundred and fifty...... two? I think. Somewhere close to that anyway." he said and poured some vodka into a shot glass. "Hmmmm....... okay so uh...... how long had you worked for Kylist?" he asked.
Emerson raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure? Damn... You're old." She chuckled but answered instantly when he asked about Kylist. "One hundred and fifty three years." She knocked her head back with another shot of the vodka. "Hm... How old would your twins be by now?" she asked, setting this glass into the last one, her throat burning.
Bones sighed "I don't know like five six, four" he said and shrugged. "Not really that old" he said let out a breath. "Hell they might be like two for all I know" he said. "Really didn't like the mother I know that, but my sis wanted kids so I waited until after the twins were born to get rid of her" he said as he poured some vodka into a shot glass, and shot it back.
"So you decided to give her a couple of half-demons." Emerson leaned her head back, gesturing with the bottle at Bones after she had already filled her next shot, waiting. She arched her eyebrows expectantly. "What's your question?" Her head buzzed a little.
"No there fully demon" Bones said and chuckled softly. "Their mom was a demon. I don't only screw humans" he said and laughed softly. "And um..... how old are you?" he asked curiously. She seemed kind of old, but not his kind of old, that what her power level told him anyway.
"The... I mean.. Bleh. Shelna, the situation with her is weird, I suppose." She absently took another step. "I am still strange to you?"