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Jun 21, 2015 07:39PM
"I'm..." Emerson narrowed her eyes, seemingly fixing at a random spot on the wall. "Eight hundred... Thirty-one... No, two. Eight hundred thirty-two. Probably. I think." She looked to the shot glass and downed it, clinking it to the other glasses as she set it down. "Do you really not remember seeing each other last night?" She didn't know why it bugged her mind.
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"Yeah, really don't remember much from last night to be honest" Bones said and chuckled softly. "Was really drunk last night. Finished two whole bottle of scotch and then started a third. Haven't been that drunk in a while, I can tell you that" he said and laughed softly. "So no I really don't remember anything from that night, surprised that I even remember the ginger when I woke up" he said and knocked back another shot. "What were you doing there that night?" he asked.
Emerson contemplated asking what had happened with the two items she ha sold earlier, but remembered the scalp thing and dropped the idea. "I was... I needed..." She grunted, pursing her lips. "I was going to borrow someone's hand to test that disappearing stuff on." Her speech slurred slightly at first but she was able to stop it by the end. She filled another shot and tipped it back -her fifth?- and asked, "Why are you here? In this town?"
Bones couldn't help but laugh at her answer. "You're just a naughty little angel aren't you. Worked amazingly by the way" he said and laughed before knocking back a shot. "What were you doing when you meet Kylist?" he asked.
"I- uh... I don't really want-" Emerson stopped, remember she had been the one to make the rules. "I was working in a men's club, I suppose it could be called. But they were different back then, of course. I didn't have my shop, or anything really. I can't remember much before that." She downed another shot, her eyes beginning to water a bit. "Hey... You didn't answer my question."
"Oh yeah, I live here because I like it here, just like anyone else" Bones said and nodded slightly. "And well I've lived just about everywhere else" he said and threw back another shot. "Uh........... what was your favorite place to live?" he asked.
"That wasn't a bit snarky," Emerson muttered, staring at her bottle. "I lived... I really love a lot of places. Italy, France.... I really want to move to Maine, though." She sighed happily before throwing back another shot. The box of glasses was short in numbers, and she wondered at her next question. "Um... I don't know. Oh! What's your real name?" She settled the glass to the floor. "It can't be Bones."
"Sorry" Bones said and chuckled and listened as she spoke. He chuckled softly when she said his name could be Bones, "Hey you don't know. My shit mother could have named me that" he said jokingly. "No, my name is Crispin Philip Arther Russell. Bones is just a nickname from about a thousand years ago." he said and knocked back another shot. "Umm.... well... What's your favorite species?" he asked, kind of running out of questions himself.
"That's a bit of a mouthful." Emerson leaned further back into the couch before settling her elbows on her knees, staring at him intently. "Well... I should say humans, just because their lives are so short... They don't understand. They can be blissful. But I can't say so because I hate them for not being. They only have such a short time to figure themselves out, but they don't grab the chance." She sighed, knocking back two more shots. "I don't really know." She leaned forward a bit more, tapping her fingernails on the bottle lightly. "Do you not like being called Crispin?"
Bones shrugged, "Not that I don't like, people just don't call me that anymore. Besides, be people are more scared of a person named Bones rather then Crispin" he said and shrugged again. "But no I really don't have a preference" he said and took another shot. "Why no nick names Emerson? Got something against em?"
Emerson shrugged lazily, swishing the remaining liquid in the bottle. "I don't have anything against being called Em... I've been called Sonny. A few hundred hears ago, I was just called Alev, hence why Shelna and Kylist were calling me that. I hate it." She took her last shot glass and downed the liquor, running a hand over her loose braid. Too drunk to realize. The question, she asked, "Have you ever been in love?"
Bones nodded slightly, "Makes sense I guess" he said, finally starting to feel the alcohol kick in not majorly, but a buzz for sure. he was shocked by her question and didn't answer at first. "Yeah I was" he said and nodded slightly. "Back when I first came to earth. Eighteen hundreds or something. Didn't last long though. She didn't from the black plague" he said and shrugged slightly. He skipped the shot glass this time and just chugged the bottle for a second. "Have you ever had a pet"
Emerson watched him, rolling her eyes at the question. "Does Shelna count?" she pondered aloud. "No... I don't think I've ever had a pet... If I did it wasn't for long." She mulled it over. "I've had several horses, before they became an unpopular form of transportation." She took a swig from the bottle this time, the same as Bones had. "How many angels have you killed?" The question came out harsher than she meant it to, and she realized with a little pink in the apples of her cheeks that her questions were unfortunately more serious than his.
Bones shrugged, "I don't know I don't keep count" he said. "But I can tell you I've never went looking for em" he said and shrugged again. "If they tried stopping or just attacked me then I fought back and killed em. But that's about it" he said and shrugged again. They were actually out of shot glasses so he just took a long swig from the bottle again. "How many angels have you killed or help kill?"
Emerson's expression changed from disbelieving to a dark, calm anger. She did not answer, taking three shot-sized swigs in reply. Her breathing came slightly ragged when she said, "I wish I were allowed to forget. Whereas you may be proud of some of your demon kills, I can't be happy for any of mine. I would give anything to forget." Sometimes, she just wished she were dead instead of having to think about it.
Bones nodded slightly "I am proud of em, maybe not because it was always fun, but because I came out on top" he said staring back at her just as angry. "I'm not always the one one starts the fights but I am the one who finishes them. You may think I'm some conscienceless demon, and that's mostly true but it's not always the case. I stopped caring about the life of a human a long time ago, and that has nothing to so with my conscience" he said and finished off the rest of the vodka in his bottle and tossed it into the box. "Game over." he said and stood up, not even wobbly yet. He walked away from her and went upstairs. His demon kills were kind of a swore subject, seeing as his brother was one of em. His brother got in with Drankis,a worse demon then even Bones, and to join the gang he had to kill his older brother. He lost the fight.
Emerson watched silently as he ranted, not bothering another word when he left. For a moment as she sipped the vodka, she wanted to go after him. But she didn't, instead setting nearly empty bottle down and grabbing her jacket.
As she slid it on, she glanced at Copper, almost petting her but turning away and heading out the front door into the cool night air, deciding to continue her walk in the woods, the glare set on her face enough to turn away any onlooker.
As she slid it on, she glanced at Copper, almost petting her but turning away and heading out the front door into the cool night air, deciding to continue her walk in the woods, the glare set on her face enough to turn away any onlooker.
Bones heard Emerson leave and was thankful that she was gone. He shook his head slightly and went into the bathroom. He took a quick leak and then slipped out of his clothes before hopping into the shower. He took a long hot shower before finally stepping out and drying off. He didn't bother getting dressed before going into his room. He crawled into bed and stared up at the ceiling for about an hour before falling asleep.
After two hours of walking senselessly around, Emerson finally decided to go home, coming in through the back door and checking out the dark shop for any oddities. There were none, bur after several bad happenings lately, she didn't want to risk it.
Heading upstairs to the apartment portion, she undressed and took a long, cold shower, gently messaging a sore spot on her shoulder. After that, she brushed the alcohol from her mouth and slipped into shorts and a tank and laid in bed without falling asleep, the buzz from the vodka only now starting to wear off.
Heading upstairs to the apartment portion, she undressed and took a long, cold shower, gently messaging a sore spot on her shoulder. After that, she brushed the alcohol from her mouth and slipped into shorts and a tank and laid in bed without falling asleep, the buzz from the vodka only now starting to wear off.
The next morning Bones woke up and slowly got dressed. He styled his hair a bit and made sure he was presentable before going downstairs. He feed Copper and then grabbed a notepad and a pen off the counter and wrote something on it before grabbing his keys and getting into the truck. He drove down main street and parked in front of Emerson's shop. It was dark inside probably because it was five o'clock int he morning. He walked up to the door and pushed the note under it.Just send the Mngwa food and a budle of the potion in the mail to this address.
Frank Carvell
5736 Graterview street
Grandview, MN 67890
Will send money in the mail
That was the address to his murder house so he'd just go there to pick it up weekly. Which was fine.
Once the note was under the door Bones turned around and got back into his still running truck. He drove down main street and well to one of his places of work. A bartender at Philp's Pub.
Jolting awake in what must have been the first twenty minutes of sleep, Emerson only heard the hum of a familiar engine outside. She sat up in her bed to look out the window, watching Bones... Or Crispin, whatever, pull out and leave. With a glance at the clock, she went down to see whatever had been left.
With a disdainful look at the note, she propped a hand on her hip, only able to think, Frank? Really? as she set it down on her desk. She would wait until nighttime to talk to her sort-of personal delivery boy and ask him to get the items to Bones himself.
She sat through the boring Thursday, surprisingly getting a couple of new customers, only one of which bought something (just a bottle of lavender). Emerson still couldn't understand why Bones had brought the note, but it was obvious he just didn't want to see her.
Around six o'clock, Emerson could hear the rumble of the delivery truck parking in the alleyway, and she finished packaging the items and a note.
She quickly explained that it needed to be dropped off by the morning, and to make sure the envelope was visible for 'Frank' to see.
He nodded and made small chat for a few more minutes before hurrying off.
The note read, Obviously you aren't one for personal conversations, but that's fine. I suppose I won't see you again, but if you ever have an unexplainable injury that you can't take to a regular ER... I'll be here. Nice knowing you. She had chosen not to end with Bones, or Crispin, or even bothering to sign it. It didn't matter. She kind of hoped he would be injured (though she didn't understand it), but on the same token she didn't want to see him again in case of awkwardness.
With a disdainful look at the note, she propped a hand on her hip, only able to think, Frank? Really? as she set it down on her desk. She would wait until nighttime to talk to her sort-of personal delivery boy and ask him to get the items to Bones himself.
She sat through the boring Thursday, surprisingly getting a couple of new customers, only one of which bought something (just a bottle of lavender). Emerson still couldn't understand why Bones had brought the note, but it was obvious he just didn't want to see her.
Around six o'clock, Emerson could hear the rumble of the delivery truck parking in the alleyway, and she finished packaging the items and a note.
She quickly explained that it needed to be dropped off by the morning, and to make sure the envelope was visible for 'Frank' to see.
He nodded and made small chat for a few more minutes before hurrying off.
The note read, Obviously you aren't one for personal conversations, but that's fine. I suppose I won't see you again, but if you ever have an unexplainable injury that you can't take to a regular ER... I'll be here. Nice knowing you. She had chosen not to end with Bones, or Crispin, or even bothering to sign it. It didn't matter. She kind of hoped he would be injured (though she didn't understand it), but on the same token she didn't want to see him again in case of awkwardness.
Bones worked for several hours, not bothering to stop when his shift was over. He liked making mixed drinks it was relaxing, almost as relaxing as cutting into human flesh. After a while though he got annoyed by all the drunk people and decided to leave. So he took off the apron and left the bar to go back home. He sat around there for a while before deciding to take a walk with Copper, maybe go over to the murder house since it was only about a mile or two away. That wasn't to long of a walk for a demon and a mngwa.
Emerson sat around for a few hours before deciding to go out again. It was late, but only about nine (at least Emerson assumed so). She checked the weather before grabbing her phone and her jacket, remembering at the last second to take her dagger.
Heading out into the cool night, Emerson kept a hand near to the dagger as she thought about where she wanted to go. The bookstore, for sure, but that would close in an hour and a half, and she felt she needed more time out than that. She wondered why she hadn't just taken the package and note to Bones herself, but shrugged it off.
Heading out into the cool night, Emerson kept a hand near to the dagger as she thought about where she wanted to go. The bookstore, for sure, but that would close in an hour and a half, and she felt she needed more time out than that. She wondered why she hadn't just taken the package and note to Bones herself, but shrugged it off.
It took Bones and Copper a while to get to the murder house at least an hour if not more. They were walking pretty slow though, so that's while. Bones was in no rush to see if his package arrived. When they got there Bones saw it on the steps and ignored it for a moment as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open wide and kicked the package into the house. He closed the door behind Copper and then finally took a closer look at the thing. He saw the note on the top and sighed before picking it up and reading it.
Would it be illegal to stay in the bookstore past closing time? Emerson wondered as she sipped coffee and filed through a stack of herbalism books. She picked through a few to buy and marked on her hand with a pen ones she would come back for some other time before returning them to their place on the shelf.
Late night and early morning were her favorite times to be in the book store, as it wasn't the busy time and had an eerie calm.
Stacking the books precisely on her arm, Emerson balanced them while continuing to sip her coffee, bringing the choices to a lounge area that had a few tables and comfy chairs to sit and read in.
Late night and early morning were her favorite times to be in the book store, as it wasn't the busy time and had an eerie calm.
Stacking the books precisely on her arm, Emerson balanced them while continuing to sip her coffee, bringing the choices to a lounge area that had a few tables and comfy chairs to sit and read in.
Bones looked through the box a bit before grabbing one of the food bags out of the box and leaving the house. He only needed right now, and he didn't feel like carrying the whole box back to his house. He looked up his murder house and carried the food back on his shoulder as he walked. Copper running out in front of him trying to catch a bird, which she does a lot. Loves them bird.
Making the decision to leave before the shop closed, Emerson paid for her new books and headed out, tucking the couple books under her arm.
But she was bored, and did not want to go home. She did have things to do, like restock the shelves properly and get her winter garden going on the roof... But procrastination called.
Where would she go, though? There was nothing she truly wanted to do...
Making the split decision to head to a liquor store, Emerson reminded herself that she needed to be careful -angels weren't technically supposed to drink much- but she headed in and looked around anyway.
But she was bored, and did not want to go home. She did have things to do, like restock the shelves properly and get her winter garden going on the roof... But procrastination called.
Where would she go, though? There was nothing she truly wanted to do...
Making the split decision to head to a liquor store, Emerson reminded herself that she needed to be careful -angels weren't technically supposed to drink much- but she headed in and looked around anyway.
Bones and Copper made it back home faster then before. Bones jogged most of the ay because he was tired of walking. So it took about twenty thirty minute this time instead of an hour. They went inside and Bones tossed the mngwa food in the hell cat food closet. Then he went over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle before going to the living room to chill.
((How do we want them to meet again? Like a couple weeks later?))
Emerson walked up and down a liquor aisle, uncomfortable when she noticed the cashier giving her several once overs. When he saw she had noticed, he called, "I'd place bets on you not being able to hold a bottle of cheap beer down."
She glared and left the store without buying anything, tired of bets and men. On her way home, a sprinkling of snow began to fall and dust her hair.
Emerson walked up and down a liquor aisle, uncomfortable when she noticed the cashier giving her several once overs. When he saw she had noticed, he called, "I'd place bets on you not being able to hold a bottle of cheap beer down."
She glared and left the store without buying anything, tired of bets and men. On her way home, a sprinkling of snow began to fall and dust her hair.
((Yeah sure. Thou not sure how yet))A few weeks later Bones was int he store to buy food for himself. Copper has been getting her weekly four bags and he's been using the potion on unsuspecting victims. One time he just tossed some on a random person walking do the street. It was fucking awesome watching everyone freak the fuck out. He had also been collecting the scalps, he plans on handing them out on the holidays as ash-trays.
Bones walked down aisle after aisle tossing what he wants in the cart. He already has a few dozen different alcohol type now he needs actual food.
((They could just meet in the store.))
A few weeks of only humans coming into her store passed, and Emerson felt a small depression hanging in her midst, though she didn't understand why.
That day was a Thursday, and she needed to go to the store for more medical supplies. Something stupid had happened to her order, so she was forced to go out and shop for herself. She already had a couple of small boxes of cleaning alcohol, and had made the split decision to grab a bottle of rum (even though she hadn't ever tried it before).
She strolled her cart up and down, her head snapping up when she saw a head of brown curls. She turned around quickly but stayed in the aisle, seemingly fixated on a choice between two different kinds of soups.
A few weeks of only humans coming into her store passed, and Emerson felt a small depression hanging in her midst, though she didn't understand why.
That day was a Thursday, and she needed to go to the store for more medical supplies. Something stupid had happened to her order, so she was forced to go out and shop for herself. She already had a couple of small boxes of cleaning alcohol, and had made the split decision to grab a bottle of rum (even though she hadn't ever tried it before).
She strolled her cart up and down, her head snapping up when she saw a head of brown curls. She turned around quickly but stayed in the aisle, seemingly fixated on a choice between two different kinds of soups.
((Sounds good))As Bones continued down the aisle he notice some girl in front of him and moved in his cart he wouldn't run into her. After that he didn't really pay her to much attention until he wanted to grab the soup that she seems to have been studying forever. "You almost done lady?" asked, at about the same moment he said the words he realized it was Emerson and sighed softly. Wow, this chick is everywhere, even if they haven't seen each other for a while. He's only really been to club and out of town for the last week, place she definitely wouldn't go..
Emerson turned to glare at him before actually realizing it was Bones. She sighed softly, pulling both cans of soup down and setting them in her cart. "Hello to you, too," she muttered, moving over to grab a box of crackers off the shelf nearby as pink rose in her cheeks. So much for not seeing him again.
She snuck a glance when she set the crackers in her cart, weighing whether or not she was going to shoot for a conversation. But he already seemed a bit grumpy and didn't want to have to deal with it, though it would mean having a talk with someone other than the delivery boy.
She snuck a glance when she set the crackers in her cart, weighing whether or not she was going to shoot for a conversation. But he already seemed a bit grumpy and didn't want to have to deal with it, though it would mean having a talk with someone other than the delivery boy.
Bones grabbed a few cans of soup himself and tossed them into his cart. "Yeah real nice" he said a bit sarcastically, but did smile sort of kindly at her. As kindly as a demon like him could manage anyway. "How's the store?" he asked after a moment. He looked around the shelf and grabbed a few different types of soups and tossed em in his cart as well.
Emerson watched him, grateful that he had been the one to engage in conversation, but also wondering if he actually wanted to know. She shrugged, pulling a couple more soups off of the shelf. "It's good, I guess. Still there." She tapped the handle on her cart. "How's Copper?" she asked after a moment, shaking her head once she realized she had been staring.
Bones smiled, "she's good" he said and nodded slightly. "Been taking her out of town for stuff a lot lately" he said. He was actually dabbling in the art of bounty hunting and he took Copper with him when he went on a case. She could track anything, better then a dog and any other species. Though that could just be his bias feelings.
"That's nice," Emerson said, though she couldn't understand how he would be taking Copper all over the place in her true form, and it couldn't be comfortable as a tabby all the time. She dropped the last soup can in her cart and looked up again. "And you? How are you?" It was something a friend or polite acquaintance would ask, but she wasn't sure what she was to Bones.
Bones smiled small, "I'm good" he said, and meant it. He had everything that he need in this aisle so he just turned and looked at Emerson. "What about you?" he asked a moment later. "How you doing?" he leaned back against the side of the cart, getting into a relaxed position.
Why was he being nice? Emerson didn't understand. "I'm fine," she replied cooly, turning to the other side of the aisle and inspecting a bunch of peanut butters. The one she wanted was on the top shelf, and she couldn't reach it. She turned to Bones with a sheepish expression and gestured. "Umm... Would you mind?...." trailing off.
Bones watched her for a moment and then was about to go, since the pleasantries were pretty much done with, when she asked if he could help her. He debated blowing her off for a moment, but then decided against being a dick and walked over to her. He reached up and grabbed the one she indicated, "There ya go" he said and smiled small before walking back over to his cart and getting ready to go.
Emerson took to jar from him. "Thanks..." She watched him turn to leave and turned to her own cart as well, quietly calling over her shoulder, "I'm sorry, Bones," even though she wasn't sure what for. It was obvious to her that she had done something wrong -probably talking about killing their own kind?- but I bothered her to have someone easily upset with her. It shouldn't have been bothering, but it was. Maybe because she had liked him a little bit?
Bones heard her apology and was surprised and well weirded out. He turned around and looked at her, "For what?" he asked, since she really hadn't done anything to him that she'd need to apologize for, nothing he could remember anyway. Maybe she did something that night at the club, nah why would she bring that up now.
Emerson gave him a strange look. "For making you mad? You're still upset, right?"
she asked, seriously confused now as she ran a hand through her hair. She turned her cart around so she was facing him, grateful the store was mostly empty. Could it be that he wasn't actually upset and honestly didn't want to be around her (or a general angel) for some reason?
she asked, seriously confused now as she ran a hand through her hair. She turned her cart around so she was facing him, grateful the store was mostly empty. Could it be that he wasn't actually upset and honestly didn't want to be around her (or a general angel) for some reason?
Bones chuckled and shook his head slightly, "No I'm not mad at you" he said and smile. "Haven't been for a while, don't even remember why I would be" he said honestly. He remembered the night of their drinking game, he just didn't care about what happened anymore.
"Oh..." Emerson's face flushed and she fidgeted. Before she could stop herself, she blurted, "Do you want to go out sometime?" No, no! Shit, no! she thought, her face completely mortified. Her problem was her running mouth, and already she was disproving that she had said he wasn't charming to her. Why did have to talk? Why couldn't he just shut up?
Bones watched her face flush and then her blurt out a completely shocking question, which he found kind of funny. He held in his laughter though, until he say her mortified look. "No... I'm sorry but just the look on your face was hilarious" he said chuckled a littler bit more before getting a hold of himself. He it out a slow breath and smiled, "I guess you do find me unbelievable charming eh" he said jokingly. "Though serious, yeah"
Emerson let out a breath she didn't know she had ben holding, along with a slightly robotic-sounding laugh. "Eheh... Okay, then." She considered figuring out a time now, but mentally shook her head, deciding to maybe send a note with his order tonight. "I'll just... Tomorrow night, maybe? I can bring by Copper's food myself," she offered quickly, starting to feel awkward with her babbling.
"Okay" Bones said with a smirk. "I'll see ya then" he said and then turned to go. Wasn't much else to say, and well it was getting awkward and he didn't like awkward. After a while he finished up in the store completely and went to the cash register. He paid quickly and then went out to his car.
"Okay," Emerson said with a smile, waiting in the aisle for a bit. She didn't like the awkwardness and was just waiting for him to leave the store so as not to bump into him again. After she watched Bones leave, she finished grabbing everything she needed and paid, heading out to her car.
Back at his house Bones put away his groceries and refilled Copper's large food bowl. Once he was done with everything he went upstairs and took a shower, because he well smells like blood and alcohol. He might like the smell, but he hears that women don't so he was going to clean himself.
