Grotesque

Torrential downpour smacks against the windshield of the black car, the wipers working overtime to wick away the water. Michael’s got one hand on the wheel as he pushes the gas, flying down the speedway even in these adverse conditions. Aside from the background noise the car was silent, which was strange considering the fact that the companion (and he used the term very loosely) that he’d picked up on his latest assignment insisted on running their mouth nearly all the time to ask him questions about any and everything pertaining to his job. A glance at them out of the corner of his eye has him taking in the sight of a familiar, solemn expression that was reminiscent of his youth.  The rose colored glasses had been snatched away in the most abrupt manner.  “So, now that we’re covered in blood and dirt with a body in the trunk,” he begins “Still think it’s a cool job?”

Against his expectations Michael finds an amused chuckle rumbling out at the other’s jab. “ You have such grand requests for someone staring down the barrel of my gun. ” The air in the room takes on a denser, more malicious energy, and the exorcist sighs deeply. Oh that’s cute. Looks like someone is upset.“I really advise you not to embarass yourself, I’m being quite nice to you thus far and I’m not above a good old-fashioned hogtie. You’re just putting off the inevitable though, and i can’t promise i’ll continue to be as pleasant if you insist.”

Michael’s gaze moves from the crumpled form of the veteran to the demon standing before him. Without missing a beat, his hands drop down to the holster on his belt to pick up his two handguns, infernal objects that had been stolen from a bounty three years ago that he had come to grow quite fond of, as time went on they became some of his best tools to fight against not only demons but disturbances of other sorts. “Right, this must be your first time here.” The exorcist clears his throat, training his weapon on the other male. “Or maybe you were just expecting my other shirt. You see, there’s this wonderful thing called the word of God.” Sarcasm drips from his words as the corner of his mouth curves upwards. “Some of us have had the task of learning how to use it to do little parlor tricks like these.” His face goes stony once again. “You have information I want, so I’m gonna need you to come with me.” 

The flash of light distracts her from the double boiler that she’s using to prepare some Domination oil for a work that had been commissioned by a client. Dark eyes leave her focal point to take in the sight of the newcomer. She’d been here for days now, preparing all of the ingredients for her spell by hand. February was always a busy time at Walker’s Apothecary because of the seasonal influx of love related workings, and projects that normally fell into Levi’s hands she’d had to get involved with herself due to the sheer volume of requests. “You know I don’t bring my phone back here. It interferes with my focus.” She offers up her excuse, but she knows that he wasn’t going to let up so she gives a deep sigh and turns off the heat, removing the bowl with her infusing oil and carefully pouring it into a jar for later use. She walks to the coat closet and grabs her bag, hitching it over her shoulder with a sigh. Might as well appease him for now.“Just where do you plan on taking me?” 

She lets the matter be, taking the glass that’s handed to her and inspecting the brown liquid inside with a detached sort of interest. His words have her lips curving up into a smirk of her own as she peers at him out of the corner of her eye. Normally she’d be quick to dismiss him as just another guy trying to run game. But right now? She was much too drunk to care “Seems like you wanna sweep me off my feet.” She downs her fifth shot of the night, placing the glass down on the bar and running her finger around the rim before propping her head up on her hand and meeting his gaze head on. “I’m Imani.” Dark eyes give him a calm once over before her brow arches. “So since you don’t wanna dance, wanna go somewhere that we don’t have to shout to hear eachother?” 

He’s handsome, sure, but Imani knows better than to completely trust the man standing in front of her. She knows negative energy when she senses it and it practically drips off of him in droves. He’s dangerous. She can tell that clear as day, but nobody ever said that she had plans to get involved. It’s only one night, besides, she can practically hear Max’s voice cheering her on now.  The tall man rejects her invitation, and she can’t help the small scoff that leaves her lips. “Why not? Scared to let loose? Or you got two left feet?” He offers her a drink, and she shrugs nonchalantly. “I won’t say no to free booze.” Without missing a beat, she turns and places her order with the bartender. “So, what should I call you then?” 

She’d been dragged out by members of her dance crew because apparently she had been flaking out on plans more than she’d realized. Protesting at first to no avail she eventually decided to just float at the bar, buying a few icy cold shots of Crown Royal Apple to get herself out of her usual frame of mind. The drums of the music courses through her veins, and she finds herself letting go of her inhibitions because after all, fuck it. It’s just one night right? Not like the shop would decide to spontaneously combust in her absence.  Feeling bold, she pushes away from the bar and crosses the room to stand before the man who had been exchanging gazes with her since she got here. “So you wanna dance or are you just going to play eye tag with me all night?” She questions him, always straight to the point.                                                   [ @bcldwin ]

“Because people always assume that you’re just playing hard to get and they get addicted to the attention.” Michael replies with a shrug, as he takes a hearty swig of his beer. “I’ve had the same problem myself so i can definitely sympathize, but it’s their own fault in the first place. You already did all you could to save them from themselves so don’t worry too much about it. Fuck ‘em.” He pushes his box of pizza towards her. “Eat. Pizza won’t get on your nerves.”