(<span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Improvised shoddy back story, I choose you!</span></span>)<br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">She corks the figurative bottle before it even has a chance to open. Sudden change in demeanor as he's ignored for bigger problems causes the gloomy vampire to sink against the bar. Bottle in hand at offer, and gripped tightly as he indulges in the vice almost immediately. It wasn't necessary. His parts weren't begging, and fiending for it like an alcoholics. It was just something to feel different; anything at all that was a shift from the daily routine. Plus it was good at making him forget the hardship's he'd endured. His mind is spacing, and he's all, but removed from this scene as his brain ponders intangibles about the galaxy, and how strange it was that a place like this even existed. His strange company, and everything else life had to offer.<br/>
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Hearing an apology from the other's lips as she shifts her gaze back to him is the least expected thing that manages to pull him from his trance. He expected something more action packed with the way tonight had been going; along with her rough demeanor that was like a sharpened cutlass he was foreseeing being pricked with it; rather than coddled. The smile that captured his vision was one that was daunting. It was playful, and fierce like the woman before him would tear him down if he dared to ignore her question. There was little doubt a battle between the two would be short lived. She'd probably push him to actuallly trying which would be a insufferable burden.<br/>
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"Lola." Words as soft as a bird's feather leave his lips. "That's who.. why? I don't know. Maybe it's your hair.. or you guy's got a familiar face - Iunno all the details, okay?" His words were slurring from both a combination of talking too fast, but also the liquor inebriating the supernatural. "She was everything to me.. we weren't ever together though.. not officially anyhow.." There was no emotion to the tone he was using it was numb, and he was reading from his mind like it was a school paper. "Her father never approved of me.. shit, who would..? I was just a boy that worked at the docks. Barely made more than ends meet. From a poor family."<br/>
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His eyes go from her to anywhere but, searching the company of the room before eventually landing back on the wooden panels that lined the inn's floor. "She was.. feisty like you. She rebelled against society. Gave it her all.. She had big dreams, you know..? Like grandiose change the world shit.." He's making vivid hand gestures of wide, and large by forcing his palms away, and spreading his digits to demonstrate 'grand' as if the other didn't understand the simple first grade concept as he speaks. "We were out past curfew.. cause I always was a bit of a trouble maker.. There were rumors about what lurked in the darkness of the forest.. but you know damn well we all thought they were urban myths.."<br/>
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Louis's body gets physically tense, and stiffer as he stops mid draw of the bottle to his lips. "I could of done something.. should have.." he's in another portion of the story skipping any dialogue relevant to it as he spaces out, and draws the bottle to his lips. Taking a long, and hard drink before setting it down on the bar's counter with some force. Clink. The glass scrapping across the surface as he leans further back against the bar.<br/>
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"We were walking a trail leading up to a mountain top. We heard a howl, and we decided to keep going.. Fuck.. we should of turned tucked our tails behind our legs, and got gone." The raven explains as teeth grind against lower lip in nervous recollection of memories he'd long bottled up inside him. "She insisted we get to the top.. She ran ahead, and waved her arms like she was saying 'hey I made it before you!" as she got to the end. God I wish it had been me..It hit her like a semi-truck. Her screams still pierce my mind. Thing must of been seven feet tall, and four hundred pounds. She ain't even have a chance.."<br/>
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His frame is slouching, and slouching until eventually the tall vampire is crashed in a seated position against the bar. "The thing smelled me, and it looked at me.. Guess he wasn't interested in me. It wasn't interested in passing on the curse.. It made it clear. It enjoyed what it was doing.. ain't ever seen anything malicious as that.. not even what I did to those guys down at the docks. I was just a mere mortal at the time so I did what any sensible kid would do.. I ran.. Running didn't save me though.." Slim hand runs over the front of his nape, and he shivers. "Who knows what it was.. were they in a fight before? A vampire, and a werewolf in the same place.. same time? You gotta be kidding me.. my luck, huh..?" <br/>
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