It Takes Two To Tango(Grace)

[mephistopheles]

Angels. Lord Satan almighty did Mephistopheles hate angels.

The demon was never sure if he used to be one or not. Angel? Human? Some kind of entity spawned from Hell's depths itself? Mephistopheles didn't know. All the demon did know right now was how much he despised angels. One provided a nice sport and challenge and were normally fun to duke it out with, but when they played dirty and caught the demon off-guard, things got rough and Mephistopheles had no choice but to retreat. Luckily the black-eyed fodder the demon left behind could keep that celestial nuisance busy.

As such, the demon lord had decided to take the edge off and visit the nearest bar. Alcohol took awhile to affect the demon, but sooner or later it could cause a buzz. Dressed casually, hair down, eyes gazing about in an alert manner for anything that may lift the chaotic demon lord's mood. People talking to one-another, trying to get dates, some were just trying to unwind.

Suddenly, as if a beeping radar in Mephistopheles' head, Meph turned towards the young woman in the next chair having gone unnoticed before. If there was one thing anyone who read Faust would know about the demon, it was how a dark and corrupted soul was intoxicating to the demon and drew him to it. Watching the mirror at the bar, meatsuit Angela's beautiful image looking right back at Meph, the demon pondered how to break the ice with the young woman, maybe find out a little more about her and nurse that darkness further and find use for it.

"Come here a lot?" The demon asked, offering conversation but looking at their reflections. "I don't think I've seen you around..."

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[grace]

If this thronging mass of bodies and gyrating pelvis were an orchestra, then Grace Solomon was the conductor, catching the eyes of men and women alike on the floor and playing them all to her own little plan. If this was music, just call her Beethoven, and she played it like a pro.

Still, she wasn’t necessarily looking for anyone tonight, she had only recently added another photo to her collection, had gained a new souvenir for her drawer, and sometimes silly people start to get suspicious if she had too many at once. Grace herself never saw the problem, where they not always complaining how overcrowded the world was getting? That they needed to free up space? She was simply facilitating the government’s desire in such a way they were too cowardly to do themselves. So really, there was no reason to be on a most wanted list now was there?

Not that Grace, per say was even on there. But several people were... all presumed to be her. The fabulous thing about being able to see everything logically? You can change the vast majority of your M.O, and they never know. Stupid coppers, silly detectives. Grace liked to think of whole thing as being particularly tantalising., and that was what she thought about as she drank her little brightly illuminated drink and watched the bartender, her slim legs crossed at the knee.

When another woman joined her, Grace thought nothing of it, until she spoke. She glanced the other woman and offered a smile, delightfully good little actress was she, her eyes even joined in. She swivelled, holding the glass in one hand, the other resting on the bar. ”No. ”She smiled, sweet as sugar and all the other hideous tooth decaying stuff. ”I haven’t been in town long – just having a night off. I’m a photographer. ”

Meph TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES! I'M SO SICK OF In a bar , IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHE! I'M JUST TALKIN' 310 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT GRACE . WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[mephistopheles]

Turning again to face the young woman when addressed, the demon smirked lightly, satisfied to have gotten her to talk. It'd be a process, but eventually the demon would learn all about this girl. Already the darkness the demon could smell was raising Meph's desires.

"Oh really now? Got a preference on what you take pictures of?" The demon asked, eyes watching her intently for a moment while reaching for the nearby margarita and taking a drink again. "I'm not exactly from around here either, but I pay a few visits every now and then whenever I'm in the area." Meph explained. "Angela." The demon said, using the name of the body currently being worn. While Meph did have occasional times when blowing a place sky-high was fun, now just wasn't one of them. Besides, this place wasn't half-bad it'd be a shame to lose it so quickly.

[grace]

”Well, it’s a pleasure Angela”Grave smiled, sickly as honey her tones oozed as if this meeting truly was pleasurable, rather simply passable. There was a good chance that, had this been a normal person, Grave would not even bare to remember such a little to and fro between another patron in a bar –there were far bigger thanks to think about, far bigger things to set her mind towards. Logic reminded her that generally it was polite to return one’s own name in conversation, and grace smiled again, the cupids bow of her lips stretching over her white, even teeth.

”Leanne”She smiled, the name rolling off her tongue as easy as her would have. False identified were nothing for the woman, she had many, a new name every time, for every person she met. She smiled still, and sipped her cocktail once more, her eyes examining this other woman’s face.

Meph TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES! I'M SO SICK OF In a bar , IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHE! I'M JUST TALKIN' 150 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT GRACE . WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[mephistopheles]

Watching her, the demon returned the smile, tracing her slender fingertips along the bar table towards her drink glass once more. "Likewise... Leanne.." She said, brushing back her hair. The woman certainly knew how to charm a person, though it was something else entirely that charmed Meph.

"It's funny, I don't usually pay much attention to people here unless I have something to gain... and even then, they usually come to me." The demon said. "You'd be amazed how often that is... most unfortunately aren't worth my time." She gazed back at the other woman again. "You... dunno, something about you intrigues me... even though I don't even know you." As a person, perhaps not. The darkness, however, was clear as day to demon.

[grace]

Well, this one had a high opinion of herself, but then, those ones were always so much fun. And so very easy. The shy retiring types needed wooing and careful words, require a mindset similar to their own to pull them from their shells band back to her room. But these ones, these ones who were so confident and assure of themselves, well they needed hardly any tempting at all for the world fell at their feet, bowed down to the things that made them them. Beauty, smarts, wealth, all had a weakness. Grace discovered them all.

Still, Grace stepped into the role of flatterer and the flattered easy, casting her eyes down and chewing for a moment on the corner of her lip, she traced her finger around the rim of her glass. She exhaled nightly through her nose,, and dared a glance up through her thick set eyelashes. ”Oh well... thank you...” She smiled ”Well, you seem quite.. interesting too. Maybe we should get to know each other...”

Meph TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES! I'M SO SICK OF In a bar , IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHE! I'M JUST TALKIN' 150 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT GRACE . WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[mephistopheles]

It was certainly true that Mephistopheles had a very high opinion of himself... herself. Being a prince of Hell for countless centuries, causing plenty of chaos and disorder over all that time, having hellhounds and daeva and other such creatures at beck and call were plenty of things to justify it. The young woman, Leanne had become all the more enticing to the demon. It was making Meph more curious and in a way, inflamed, something the demon liked to describe as a metaphorical viagra.

Grinning and leaning a little, the demon's stolen eyes looked into the other woman's. "Well, that I can certainly agree to. What'd you have in mind?" The darkness, the cold boarderline soulessness... if the woman was planning anything that most humans couldn't survive, she was in for a hell of a surprise. Of course, once they got far enough she'd find out anyway. Meph never minded being a 'friend' with benefits to anyone provided said benefits were something the demon considered worthwhile.

[grace]

Grace smiled, and looked shlyly away from this other woman’s dark gaze, concentrating closely on the sugar rimmed glass of her cocktail. Well. This was surprisingly easy. Grace was almost bored in fact – often the chase was as much fun as the rest of it, and was definitely more fun than the sex. Lifting her glass to her lips she took a sip before placing it back in the same wet ring it had left when she lifted it.

”Oh, i can think of a few things. What do you do Angela? I mean, for work?” Grace feigned interest in this other woman’s life – it was alright deciding that this woman would be fun, only to have the police knocking on her door as soon as she was missing for a few hours.

Meph TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES! I'M SO SICK OF In a bar , IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHE! I'M JUST TALKIN' 150 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT GRACE . WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[mephistopheles]

The demon's eyes narrowed with intrigue. "Oh really now..." Meph said in a rather fascinated tone. Turning more and legs crossed, drink glass in one hand, Meph took another sip.

"My job? Far from dull. I make... business deals. Collect for others..." The demon said, taking yet another sip. "Some people just don't realize what they get themselves into sometimes... some deals you just can't uphold as well as you think." Meph explained. "I won't deny, adds fun to the job. Hell knows I meet a *lot* of interesting people that way. I've been in management for a good while but I'm not complaining." Some went crying, some went screaming, others begged for mercy. All of them ended up gruesomely ripped to shreads by hellhounds in the end, their soul dragged down into an eldritch portal into the depths of Hell.

The demon's head tilted. Hard-to-get was something Meph could excel at when desired, but other times the demon was overcome with impatience if bored. "You never told me what kind of photographer you are by the way. Professional? Amateur? Scenery? Personal shoots?" She asked, a little emphasis on the last two words.

[grace]

Grace listened with intent to the other woman’s words, deciphering the meaning behind them, the possible ties she would have to this world and the people who might miss her the next day if she was no longer in it. whilst she listened and learnt, Grace finished her drink and signalled for another, the glass whisked away and replaced by another as quickly as a blink of an eye, but also joining her was another of whatever Angela was drinking, which Grace pushed towards her with a shy smile as she set about answering her question.

”Oh a bit of this, a bit of that. i work freelance mostly, so whatever whomever hires me wants. I was in Africa last month photographing giraffes for a wildlife magazine... playboy the month before that...” She smiled as she raised the new glass once more to her lips, the sugar rimmed glass depositing a few granules on her lips that her tongue was quick to lick away. ”I’ve done personal shoots too, of course.”

Meph TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES! I'M SO SICK OF In a bar , IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHE! I'M JUST TALKIN' 150 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT GRACE . WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!