[Nowhere, North Carolina] Black Betty

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[Nowhere, North Carolina] Black Betty Sept 12, 2024 22:46:36 GMT

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Post by Countess on Sept 12, 2024 22:46:36 GMT

Ricky's eyes go to Remy's throat as he swallows, grinning at the sight of it. His hands shift, one going to the other man's shoulder. He trails his hand down slowly as he speaks, getting to his hand to grasp it. Ricky's other hand goes to his waist... Remy had thought to dance here, and clearly so has he. This feels so... wrong. Good, indulgent, but... wrong. Just this once... How many times has he fed himself that lie? His journals certainly don't say so.

"They call me Ricky, the Last White Mage," he says, answering him. All that is left is the tug... Ricky hesitates. The door falters. It is all about intention...

... He takes a step back, letting Remy go. "Not much of a wildman, these days," he murmurs. "Sorry, Remy. I'm all bark and no bite, it seems. Even with a touch of blood magic and drink. My heart still belongs to my Lysander, and I fear it always shall. No matter how much I try, or forget, or run, or lie," he says, running his hand through his very stiff hair.

"Want to just get a drink instead? I know a good place- I own it. We can commiserate."

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[Nowhere, North Carolina] Black Betty Sept 14, 2024 5:01:01 GMT

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Post by Nomz on Sept 14, 2024 5:01:01 GMT

Remy sighs softly as he feels Ricky's hand trail down his arm and the other find his waist. A dance. It's just a dance. He hums in acknowledgment of the mage's name, knowing that all that is left is the tug, a pull in the right direction.

If only he knew how right that direction was.

Remy does not try to keep him close as he steps away, allowing his own hands to drop to his sides. There is a part of him that is confused and he wears that in his expression. Deeper, there is a voice that is relieved. Slowly, that voice is growing louder and more prominent.

"Ya, know the feelin, hun." He wets his lips, looking down for a moment as he takes note of the lack of disappointment. Remy meets Ricky's eyes and that ember has been smoothered. All that is left is the warmth of a still-buzzed friend.

"A drink sounds bout right. Don't wanna be here when folks start wakin up." He tips his head over Ricky's shoulder. "You leadin the way, friend?"

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[Nowhere, North Carolina] Black Betty Sept 15, 2024 0:51:45 GMT

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Post by Countess on Sept 15, 2024 0:51:45 GMT

Ricky resolves not to tell Salem about this bout of temporary insanity. "Keep this a secret between us, and you can drink for free, yeah?" he offers. "I'll even take that sweetheart of yours and you to a place to dance... any moon, any stars," he says, and there is an understanding between them. They both got close to a distraction that... would not have felt right the next morning. The basis of a good friendship, Ricky wagers. Or an awkward one. Only one way to find out. Not like he will remember in a few months anyways.

"Here," he says, offering Remy a couple cards. "Just think of me, one time use each, and you can come visit me and my bar. Bring friends. Don't deal in cash, but favors. No violence allowed. Nice place," he says, opening the door to said place. It had since solidified with Ricky's intentions. Music floats through the air, clashing with the dive bar's assault on the ears. It makes for quite the atmosphere, one juxtaposed with the other.

"Come on, Remy. Let me show you some magic..."

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Last Edit: Sept 15, 2024 0:51:56 GMT by Countess

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