Music blared over head, some unknown tune with a beat that made the floor shake. The people below moved and grooved to their little heart's content. Amongst them was one very distinct person. He might have blended if he wasn't 7'2". Either way, the blonde haired man pulled away from the crowd, to the bar.

Tonight, his glasses were absent and his hair was upswept in a messy ponytail. Running his fingers out from the blonde locks, he flagged over a bar tender, ordering a drink. As he leaned up on his toes, his leather pants hugged his lower half even better than just standing. His back flexed underneath the casual bottun-up shirt, rising up a little.

Oh, good. His drink came.

Gripping the glass, he downed it quickly, most likely looking out for a night to get drunk. Like most, he felt that if he was down, he should get drunk. The Alice/Verkur deal was really starting to bug him. Alice for being the whore as he'd like to say and Verkur for being, well, Verkur. He condemned them both for it.

Anyways, he kept up drinking, ignoring any stares he might have gotten. When he was pleasantly not sober, he sauntered out of the building, starting to go down the sidewalk, occasionally walking in a curvy line.

(Crapola intro XD)

Cigarette dangling from those deep pink colored lips of his and handcuffs clipped artfully to the side of his too tight leather pants, sharp, bright green eyes scanned the area. Today was his day off. Today he had free time. Today he hunted down rapists and murderers. Today his eyes were colder than usual and held a different authority than usual... the authority of a ruthless, cold-blooded killer.

His lips swept up into a smirk, tugging slightly at the corners of his mouth as he turned, drew the cigarette away from his lips. Those lips parted slightly (at least enough to blow smoke from) and he ran his tongue over them, letting one arm out to the side to just let the cigarette burn for a moment.

The gray button-up shirt was left all the way undone, revealing a rather toned chest and the silver rings in his nipples. He let his tongue hang there a moment, allowing any onlookers to take a peek at the piercing there as well.

Tight as those pants were a gun rested inside them, clinging to the skin on his back, hidden beneath the dress shirt.

His black hair was neatly tied back into a fairly tight pony-tail, the rather thick tail hanging at the base of his neck and thin pieces of his bangs hanging in his face and framing it on the sides.

He drew the cigarette back to his lips, letting it dangle again while his smirk faded. His green eyes were intently focused on Lucian.

(Sorry it's so crappy, Ran.)

Noo! Totally not crappy AT ALL!))

Lucian was blissfully walking along, enjoying his way outside. Heck, his mood didn't dampen when it felt like had had someone's gaze burning little holes in the back of the head. He just merely turned around, grinned, and waved before ambling up to the man with the cigarette, "Hey."

Of course, he winked drunkenly, it wouldn't have been a good drunken moment if he hadn't, "So, like my bum? You were watching after all." Take it to him to when he gets alcohol in his system, his tact goes away.

Kriss blinked, raised an eyebrow, withdrew the cigarette yet again and blew a thick cloud of smoke next to Lucian, if not directly in his face. "You're drunk, aren't you." It wasn't a question, it was but a simple assumption. And oh, how obvious it was.

Then again, Kriss has never even met Lucian. He probably wouldn't be able to tell from his mannerisms if he were drunk or not.

And yes, that is an insult.

"Yes, I am. Drunk as a fish and I'm quite loving it right now."

He didn't flinch when smoke was blown in his face, but he frowned, "You shouldn't do that. Be polite and blow it -else where-, but if you're going to blow, I know something that would appreciate it." He grinned, leaning against the wall. Poor Kriss, now he was stuck with a drunken Lucian that'll spit out tons of innuendos.

"Are you always this tactless?" His eyebrow was still raised as he took a careful step away from Lucian, took another drag from the cigarette with a thoughtful pause and then snorted smoke out his nose.

"You really are quite the treat, aren't you." A slow, cynical smile.

(sorry it's so short and it took so long~!)

Nooo! It's fineee!))

"Not all the time, but most of the time I am. It comes with my personality I would suppose when I'm horny." He laughed to himself as if this joke was to be privately shared. Either way though, he shook his head in confusion to his next statement. "What do you mean by calling me a 'treat'?"

"I see." This didn't seem to surprise Kriss, and he flicked his cigarette with one hand, unsettling gaze still resting upon Lucian. The joke hadn't amused him, but he smiled as if it had been, stepping perhaps too close to Lucian, looking up.

"Whatever you want it to, honey." That last word was spoken slowly and drawn out on purpose, laced with authority and the melting pleasure of cotton candy in one's mouth.

Lucian watched the cigarette fall down to the ground, concentrating on the tiny red ashes falling out. When Kriss opened his mouth last, Lucian frowned, his drunken gaze focusing on the shorter man, still confused, "I still don't understand." He hsook his head almost drunkenly, taking a step back to re-inforce the space between him to know exactly what is going on.

Kriss laughed, a thickly accented laughter that sounded like the ringing of church bells or wind chimes. It was a pleasant sound and had a pleased smile- no, smirk? to go with it. "You're truly amusing, doll. Tempt me, lure me in, and get lost in confusion. Tsk, tsk."

The smirk flickered somewhat. "What's your name, Liebling?"

Well, least he had his own space, but he still didn't feel very cozy with this man who still hadn't explained himself. Though, all fighting to have this man lift the mist from his words were all lost as his eyes became riveted to that smirk, oh, how alluring.

"I've tempted you?" He licked his lower lip briefly, trying to grasp the situation better than his present drunken hold, "Lucian."

"Mine's Kriss. Nice outfit." He didn't close in the space between them again just yet, but he was tempted to, Control yourself, Kriss.

"How could you not?" Delicate, breathy almost-whisper, tinged with a mix of honey-coated German and British accent.

A smile drifted onto his face. He could always take a compliment to pat his ego, "Why thank-you, Picked it out myself." He chuckled, leaning back against the wall, his head tilted backwards while his eyes slid to just mere slits. Now this was comfy. He could nearly ignore all of Kriss and feel comfortable. So comfortable that he only murmured back, "I didn't know I had that effect on people.."

It was funny to see how Lucian was handling this. He was on the other side of things, being the one hit on instead of the one hitting on someone. “It looks nice on you.” Come on, Lucian, can’t you pick up his subtle meanings?

(*dies* short)

Noo! It's fineee!))

Unfortunately, he's too drunk to fish out the meanings. He just smiled, "Thanks, I thought so too. I'm glad I was right." He stretched his arms high above his head before he went low to the ground, sitting against the wall, careless of all the germs on the ground. "Your shirt looks nice too."

"You really shouldn't sit on the ground. It has bacteria on it and could quite possibly give you hepititis if you're not careful." Say, if he forgot about sitting there and ate without washing his hands. But that was unlikely.

"But you're probably more worried about STDs, hm?" And suddenly he's crouched near Lucian, form not even hovering over his Lucian's freakishly tall one. That was just... unnatural.

"I don't get STDs." He rolled his head to the side, opening his eyes, "Nor would I get hepatitis." He slowly lolled his head back forward and closed his eyes before just flopping himself against Kriss, situating the man til he had his head in his lap, nuzzling against his abdomen. Ooh, very comfy now.

And just then, he mumbled against the fabric of this man's shirt, "What demon gets STDs and viruses silly as that?"

"I had a feeling you weren't just mortal." Still that cunning, charming smile sort of smirk. "More than just human eye-candy. Amusing, Lucian." The name rolled off his tongue in a way that would send shivers of delight down the spines of most people.

He wrapped an arm around Lucian.

"I like you." Breathy sort of whisper.

Lucian raised an eyebrow, mumbling against Kriss, "Is it me that you like or is it my body or my looks? Or just my body and my looks?" He closed ice blue eyes away from the world, inhaling air as well as Kriss' scent, "Mm, I must say, you do smell very good."

"Does it really matter?" He asked in reply, pulling Lucian closer. If someone saw them in such a compromising position...

"You do too..." He inhaled sharply. "Want to come home with me?"

Lucian seemed to consider his first words seriously, "No, in the end, it really doesn't matter." Slowly he worked himself up a little so he could look at Kriss' face clearly. "Hm? Home with you?" Not on purpose, he laid his hand down lightly on Kriss' crotch to rest it, "Sure, why not?" He gave the man a lopsided grin, "It could be fun."

"Fun doesn't begin to describe it." A feral smirk. It could even be considered wolfish as he looked down at Lucain's hand. "Let's go." He stood, pulling Lucian up with him. Poor drunken demon.

Lucian stood as directed, his hands falling to his sides. "When you say 'Let's go' where are we to go to? We could always go to my place if it suits you, but that's a little far and I don't know if you'd want to go to my home." There was nothing wrong with it, but it was the whole 'going home with strangers' bit that people didn't seem to like despite taking a stranger into their own.

"My apartment. It's not far." See, he'd just wandered out here to look for people who deserved a good torturing in the area. He didn't expect to find someone to bring to his house, and that's why it was so convenient. "Just follow me." He sounded so confident about bringing a stranger home.

He turned on the heel of his boot.

Ooh, Kriss will have fun with this one.

This one enjoys a little pain to a small extent, but he has a very high threshold. Oh my indeed, will this werewolf be the one to break down Lucian and make him scream out in pain?

Lucian had no idea, but he followed him obediantly, smiling all the way, "Alright. Is it really close?"

Lucian might even enoy the type of torture Kriss dished out. There would be no carnage tonight but simply... well, Lucian would find out for himself, now wouldn't he?

"Mm. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, honey." And really they were only a few blocks away from it now.

"Honey?" Well, that's interesting. He followed him like a little puppy, grinning. "So what do you plan to do since you're taking me home?" As Lucian loves sex, he will be just a smidgen sad that he won't get any, but the pain will do quite nicely to get him over that.

"You'll see." He simply said, smirking. He'd prefer to let him wait and toss thoughts around in his mind for himself. Kriss is just evil like that. Not that he gets pleasure out of torturing random people, but... Lucian's drunk. If he's lucky he'll likely rape him.

Everyone needs to vent their anger somehow.

"Being mysterious?" He laughed, stepping up beside him. "Now, I do wonder what you would want with me. You're easy on the eye. Not one that would have trouble getting people, much less, picking up a drunk demon." For being drunk, he was pretty perceptive.

They reached the building with all the apartments inside. He smiled. "Oh, must you wonder? I thought it was obvious."

(*blah post and omg, took forever. FORGIVE MEEE.)

XD I dunno if I should.))

He shook his head, "You never told me therefore it is not obvious." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking up at the building. "So, what's in store?"