There was a snort and a grin at that, a click of the tongue when John very deliberately looked Ky’lar up and down. “That so, mate?”
Dares were childish, petty ways of pushing, but who was he kidding: he could rather enjoy them. If nothing else the outcome tended to shake things up.
“And which way is that, then?”
Oh, he could have answered instantly! Gave John a direct answer and then he could truly have his fun. It would have been so easy to, but why waste such a good opportunity? No, Ky would go about this another route. One, that would be so much more pleasing in all reality.
“Well, I think the limit is up to your imagination, don’t you? I dare you… to go as far as you can.”
It wasn’t about dares, wasn’t about just how far he could push John to do what he wanted, but instead, it was a good old fashion battle of wills. A battle that would be quite amusing after-all.
“Depends on you, doesn’t it?”
That little grin of Ky’s told John exactly how likely that was, but sure – like John had already implied, he wasn’t fazed. That was one thing about hanging around hellspawn – you never knew how things would play out, but you could always count on them to be eventful.
John thrived on eventful. Part of him always longed for chaos.
“You know me, mate. Or at least my reputation.”
“I know enough.”
Not that Ky would use that information against John ( at the moment at least ). Maybe when push come to shove, he’d lay out on the table of fate everything he knew, but there was no fun in it. None that he could think of at the moment at least.
“Just like I know it depends on how far you’re personally willing to go. ‘Cause, I dare you to go all the way.”
He asked it with a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he spotted a booth and went to claim it. The bird behind the bar was one he was friendly with, so he gestured to her, made eye contact, and called “oi, bottle of whiskey for me and my mate, yeah?” and she rolled her eyes but gestured her okay, and so John sat down, put his feet up on the opposite cushions, next to where Ky’lar would presumably join.
“You’d be surprised how much I dare”, he said, once situated, an arm sprawled along the back of the backrest. “In all manner of ways.”
there once was a time he wouldn’t play along with things; to where ky would be as blunt as possible. though, he was sure glad that he’d moved on from that. his own games were so… enjoyable – even more so these days.
a reason to why he sat down with a chuckle. he wasn’t going to reply if that was a come-on or not. in ky’s mind, he was just playing the role, and acting to the best of his ability. of course… in reality it was – in his own way of course.
“do you now?” he asked, grin pulling at his lips. “we’ll see just how far you dare.” if ky had anything to say about it that is. “won’t we?”
It wasn’t a long walk, and when they made it to the pub John held the door open for Ky’lar like a proper gentleman, something he was decent at pretending to be.
Really, it was the kind of thing he mostly did to be cheeky.
“What’s your poison, then?” he said, following inside. It was a decent place, not too rowdy, but still with that downright charming feeling of a brawl hanging in the air. “Can you even get properly shit-faced, mate?”
“oh, i’m sure anything is possible,” he said, shortly after entering the bar. truthfully, if he had enough alcohol in his system he could. the only problem was it took far too much to get it to happen – a reason to why he usually avoided it. well, that, and he didn’t want to lift too many eyebrows. truth be told, he could down an entire bar’s with of liquor, and even that might not be enough.. on some days.
“just get me a bottle of whiskey and we’ll be set.” or six… depending on how well his restraint was going. “though, the question is simple; do you really want to go down that road? buying me a drink could go to places even you might not dare tread.”
“Don’t lie to me, mate”, he said easily, and got walking, just assuming Ky’lar
would follow. “You already do.”
Which he said mostly to tease, of course; and light flirting was a way to
keep people on their tones and also to lose their guard, even if just subtly.
Not to mention being a good bit of fun in the trudgery of life, and all.
Consider it a respite from the grind.
ky slipped his hands in his pockets, eyes rolling as he followed the other, “yeah, whatever you say.”
though, he doubted he would truly enjoy the other’s company – face or otherwise. he just never was in the mood to get to know people these days. though, a majority of that had to do with his ever changing moods, and how he would kill on the flip of a dime he got just a bit too angry or annoyed.
“If you want me to ask you out that badly”, he said, that smirk turning
right crooked, a glint in his eyes. He wasn’t surprised: take a demon and a human
and cross them and why wouldn’t you get something even more flawed and messy
than usual? It’s part of the reason he’s intrigued, even if he plans on keeping
Ky’lar at arm’s length. “Alright, I can take a hint. How’s about a pint down the Quiver?”
“now, that, I can do.” a simple testament to the fact he never could very well pass up a drink – even if he wasn’t in the mood for one. no, he would always drink one down, and make sure he had a few rounds. just to save face if at all possible, “the quiver it is and who knows? i might even learn to enjoy that face of yours.”
John
smirked around the cigarette, because he had few things to his brand other than
that: cigarettes, trenchcoat, and being a right smartass.
“But
annoying you’s half the fun, mate”, he said lightly. “‘sides, you’re not all
that likely to volunteer information just because you’re swayed by my handsome face, are you?”
“i’m not swayed that easily. least of all from a face.” not like it mattered too much. he had changed his attitude on people just by their face, but not this time around. no, someone’s face wasn’t who they were — not entirely at least.
“now, if you tried with a drink or two? maybe we could get talking.” or, he would just take the drink and give nothing in return. it just depended entirely on his mood.
“don’t you have something better to do?” it was enough that he was forced to stay out of trouble, and even worse that he couldn’t even cause chaos on a long scale. well, at least for the time being, but if he had patience… then maybe he could do something disastrous and actually get away with it. “ya know, other than annoying me.”
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