Post by 86ed on Jun 7, 2011 6:04:48 GMT -5
[ will pretty this up when i get the chance. ]
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When your business was misery, a bar seemed like the ideal place to seek out your customers. Though Jim had been biding his time on Earth for ages, he learned fairly early on that wherever alcohol was to be found a fresh victim could not be too far off. Sad, overworked souls gravitated toward drinking like teenage girls to vampires. Not real ones, mind you. Those things were usually smart enough not to go frolicking around like glittery little oversexed albino fairy godmothers. Like him, those sneaky little leeches were quite skilled at conducting themselves with the utmost subtlety. Blending in and the ability to not make too many waves was key.
"OW! Oh for f***'s sake, you little prick! Watch where you're going or I'm going to nail you to the wall upside down by your d***!"
Well that didn't seem very nice. Jim smoothly dodged around the irate man whose toes he'd unintentionally trampled due to his being too distracted while attempting to check his reflection in the full-length mirrors that lined the closest wall. Ending up between a pair of dancing women, he flirted with them for a bit before growing bored and making one of their stiletto heels snap off and impale the other one in the calf. While a mini-crisis ensued, Jim practically did a gleeful little side shuffle to the bar where he sat down and, for the most part, went unnoticed by the bartender despite the waving of both of his hands. What, did everyone just think he was trying to reinvent jazz hands?
Unconcerned with the color change of his eyes (he was wearing a pair of aviators anyway), he turned his head to a nearby row of five empty glasses and made them all shatter at once. After watching the bartender call over another employee to clean up the mess, Jim good-naturedly shrugged off the apology made to him for having the misfortune of being so close to 'a freak accident'.
"Naaah. Don't worry about it, buddy. Crazier stuff has happened to me." He reassured him with a grin. "But hey, if it's not a problem, you mind getting me a Rum and Coke?"
It was no trouble at all, on the house in fact, and he flattered the oblivious little worm with a false expression of sincere gratitude. Twits. He thought, sipping his free drink and trying to conceal his amusement at just how easily humans often allowed themselves to be played. He wasn't sure whether it stemmed from an innate goodness or merely an irrational fear of punishment; maybe it was a little bit of both. Shifting his stare from the bottles of alcohol that lined the glass shelves in the back of the bar, Jim turned to study the faces of those around him in search of someone, anyone, who would make a nice bit of entertainment for him.
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[ tag: anybody, 'cause it's open and jimmy needs to get out more. ; notes: none, really. i got nothin' to say. ]