<i>The demon from the alley isn't here.</i><br/><br/>Her mind replayed that statement several times as she stood there, gaping at the man who threw fireballs with his hands, and for some reason, Tess couldn't believe him. She didn't think for a minute that either of the individuals she encountered in the alleyway would die easily, fire or not, and so Tess nervously laughed while giving her head a quick shake.<b>"Water is your answer for this?"</b>She asked, slightly hysterical.<b>"I almost died! I. Almost. Died. Water isn't going to cut it!"</b>No, she needed alcohol. Pinot grigio wasn't even enough for a moment like this. She wanted whiskey. Strong, fiery whiskey. A few shots of that, and she'd calm down, you betcha. Tess made her way over to the couch, sitting on the edge of it just in case she needed to jump toward the door. There was no reason to trust this man. There was no reason to even wait on his explanation! But he had helped when she'd passed out. He could have easily left her there for the whims of whoever passed by.<br/><br/>When he returned with the glass of water, Tess accepted it with fingers that were only slightly shaking. She took a deep drink, but her eyes never left him. Instead, she watched every movement he made, from the way he ran his hand through his hair to the way his face changed with various expressions. It was important that she knew this - if she ever had to describe him to the police, Tess wanted to give them as accurate of a description as humanly possible.<b>"I am more calm than I was two minutes ago, but if you don't give me answers soon, I'm going to start screaming bloody murder about being kidnapped."</b>Her eyes were still as wide as saucers but her heart rate was slowing considerably the more he talked to her like she was a nervous horse. There was something about his voice that she did like.<br/><br/>As he explained, Tess put the glass of water on the table next to him and held up a hand to slow his verbal onslaught.<b>"Wait, you keep using the word 'demon'. Do you mean to tell me that this shit is real? I'm not tripping on some fucking drug that some asshole put into my water at the bar, am I? Like, you're telling the truth?"</b>With a deep frown, she looked at the mysterious man and huffed. Crossing her arms over her chest, Tess gave her demands.<b>"You need to prove that I didn't imagine what happened in the alley. Shoot off a fireball. Right here."</b>If he did it, she'd believe anything he told her from that point on. There was no distrust around a guy that could throw fireballs with his hands, among other things.<br/><br/><b>"What is your name? What did this 'so called' demon want with me any way? He wasn't the only demon in the city, was he?"</b>Her mind swam with questions, and quickly, she reached for the glass of water once more. Taking a sip, she used the activity to distract her from the swirling inside of her and attempted to refocus.<b>"Okay, wait, don't answer those yet."</b>She was a little breathless from draining half the glass of water in one gulp.<b>"Just....what's your name so I don't keep calling you Fireball Guy in my head."</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="153" data-username="@Vaughn Doom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/153/">@Vaughn Doom</a>