Evan Gabriel Avery

Isabelle couldn’t help the small smirk that greeted her lips when he looked shocked. Really, the way she was so casual about it would concern most people. She couldn’t understand why anymore. 

“By eight years.”

“My older sister died when I was fifteen. David pushed her down the stairs and she cracked her head open, died instantly or so we’re told. I watched it happen.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Isabelle muttered before she downed her next drink. 

She set the glass down next to her first one and turned to face Evan. 

“My brother ran away when I was five.” 

Evan looked shocked and slightly apologetic, he thought about his siblings and how much he loved them. Even if Dawson got on his every last nerve. 

Isabelle frowned slightly and looked just a little taken aback. “Okay, yeah, that’s weird as fuck. And fucked up.” She nodded before signaling the bartender for another drink, setting down some of her own money and sliding it toward him.

“My grandparents were strict as hell and wanted me to marry by the time I was of age. But of course, that didn’t happen.” 

Evan nodded a thanks before downing the second drink as fast as the first. He was pleased that he had won ‘weird’ points, but then realized that was a fucked up thing to be proud of.

Isabelle seemed unphased by her own tale of woe. It wasn’t something she talked about often but she had grown so used to it by now that she didn’t care anymore. 

She shrugged, “They think she died. Not sure.”

“My mother was raped by her stalker who happened to be an Upir hence my creation, my ‘father’ was so mad when he found out that he forced her to have another of his own kids. But turns out I have DNA from him AND the stalker. Weird right?” 

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The bartender nodded and served them their drinks, Evan sliding some cash plus tip over to him before downing his glass in one sip. 

“So… tell me more of how some supposed goddess or whatever you are, ends up just wandering around Europe?” 

Isabelle nodded in thanks to the bartender before she also downed her glass. She set it down before folding her arms as she leaned against the bar casually. 

She hadn’t been watching him for very long but she had to admit, it was so pitiful it was kind of amusing. The brunette crossed her arms over her chest as a corner of mouth curled slightly. He would need help. 

“If it’s so little and you’ve had worse then why would you need my help?”

Evan smiled, leading her into the nearby pub and ordering a whiskey for himself before looking over at her. 

“And anything the lady would like” 

Isabelle was the type that could often be found at bars if you were looking for her. It was quite possible she had been to this bar before but she only ever kept track of her favorites.

“Shiiiit!”

“They will ass rape us with ice picks!”

“My brother I shit you not.”

“Negative on the naked man hugs!”

“My favourite hooker is down with the clap”

“You’ve inherited your mothers charm.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeeeeah, that wasn’t a meth head.”

“Rich people have the best bathrooms.”

“Can you be a gentlemen for once and call your date a cab?”

“And you wanna thank her by getting her hip deep in our shit?”

“Look I don’t care how well trained her gag reflex is!”

“Leave out the spontaneous lactating though, that’s too weird.”

“Not someone, something.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh I think I do.”

“You know you have intimacy issues, right?”

“It’s ok, she’s psychic.”

“How many flu seasons have we been through? And this is how you treat me?”

“Supposed to be all snow angels, reindeers and cozy evenings by the fire then this!”

*cheerful whistling whilst dumping a body*

*baby noise while cheering the baby*

“However, I have jack shit.”

“You’re either doing too many drugs or too few.”

“Do you have a specific need or is this just one of your ‘go fuck with ____’ visits?”

“What the fuck are you babbling about?”

“Now what does a girl do to get a glass of hemo around here?”

“Really? They got a guy called the tongue?!”

“No shit somethings not right here!” *points at bloody floor*

“Yeah I’m totally down with the dead. They don’t like, they don’t pick their noses and they don’t break your heart.”

“There are 38 species of Aliens, you waste of clothes!”

“St. Fucking ___ I’ll light a candle!

“Here’s the part where I sound like a fucking mental case.”

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?