Dark Healer

“Thanks,” he chuckled. A high alcohol tolerance would be good for him considering how much he enjoyed going out. His small body was a liability during those times. Sighing contentedly, he gave a lazy nod. Yes, he liked that very much. Another kiss and he almost squeaked before turning his head to chase the man’s cheek. “There,” he hummed, kissing him, “my revenge.” He made no move to resist as he was pulled into the witch’s lap, draping one arm around his shoulders. “Like bar food or is there a special food witches have in bars that I’ll never guess?”

“Such a cute puppy.” Connor cooed as he nuzzled against the wolf drinking in how warm he was, his one hand still combing through that beautiful mane of soft red hair. Leaning in he pressed his lips to Gray’s lips, a real kiss this time. Soft and gentle but he took his time and let it linger. “Like regular food. Not everything is magical unfortunately. If it’s in a diner we have it for the most part.” he hummed before kissing the wolf again. “You should just be mine for the night you know.”

“Then I’ve got a hell of a lot more work to do.” Being just around one quarter of the other man’s age was a weird feeling. He had never felt so young in his life. Oh well. Apparently age didn’t make it less likely that someone could still have a good time. He tilted his head toward the hand in his hair, eyes almost falling shut. The omega loved having someone pet his head and he didn’t give a damn how not scary that made him. “Hm…what about a burger? Even done that one?”

“Well you hang around with me and we will get you there yet. Don’t you worry.” Connor smiled and gave the other a wink as he scooted a little closer to the handsome wolf. His hand moving back to caress the other man’s scalp, laughing softly. “You like that Gray?” he whispered in his ear before laying another kiss to his cheek. “Yeah we can do a burger. Dunno how tasty it’ll be but they can make you one glass of burger.” he said with a laugh pulling the werewolf more into his lap. “Just tell the server what you want. You can have anything you want. They do serve actual food here too.”

“Definitely yours,” Gray replied with a small giggle, “if it’s mine, we’ll get a good work out but definitely not as interesting of one.” He raised a brow as he watched the witch drink, letting out an impressed whistle as the beer disappeared into the other man’s mouth. “Well I’ll be damned. All you witches like that?” He had to remember never to get into a drinking contest with one. His face flushed slightly at the kiss and he nodded. “You certainly did.”

Connor refilled his glass, glad he could impress the other man with his drinking skills. This time sipping it instead of downing it all in one go. “I’m over 1,800 years old. You learn to drink in the first hundred and you never go back.” he said with a chuckle, he smiled seeing the wolf flush at the kiss to just his cheek. He wondered what Gray would have done had it been on the lips. Reaching out he combed his fingers through the wolf’s hair gently. “Hmm it’s very soft.” he said with a wink, letting his fingers fall away. “So what else do you want to drink Gray?”

“Well, you’re good at getting men and I’m good at running fast. Gotta play to our strengths.” His eyes followed the booze before he pulled the cup over for himself, staring down at that. “Thanks! Halloween is the perfect time. Everyone would think it’s a prank. You could get away with it easy.” Raising his glass right along, he laughed, “Cheers!” With that, he downed a bit and grinned. “Woo! Yep, definitely strong.”

“Well I wonder who’s strengths we should play to tonight hm?” Connor asked with a raise of his brow, clearly teasing the werewolf a little bit. He down his glass without batting an eye, child’s play for the millennia old witch. “You’ll just have to look forward to it then though. But think of any other food you’ve wanted in a booze form and we can still it for you here.” he said leaning in and planting a kiss on Gray’s cheek. “Told you it was strong.”

“Fair enough. That’s very true. Running from the cops is how all good nights end.” Running in general was how he tended to spend at least a few days a week. A secret bar probably wasn’t a stickler for rules. “Darn, and here I was hoping to drink a human. Maybe some other time. I’ll see if I can figure it out myself. Cake is definitely a plus, sweet things in general are right up my alley.” He turned as the other man put in the order. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Is that how good nights end for you? Usually they end for me with a handsome man in my bed and lots of kissing.” Connor laughed and poured them drinks, first the sweet one. He was sure the flavor of it would disguise an bite of the alcohol in it. “When we have human on tap I will be sure to bring you. Maybe that will be your special Halloween treat hmm?” he asked with a grin raising his glass to cheers the other man. “Well then cheers to new drinking buddies.”

“ You should accept them, it is a rare occasion for me to give them out.” He chuckled closing his eyes, enjoying the sun-beaten down on him. There was his favorite place in the city, he needed to come more often. He wrapped his arm around him. “ I am a even bigger fan of naps than Arrell. He’s napping a lot since it’s winter, but I nap all the time. I am a cat after all.”

“That’s true. It would be funny to have a big cauldron smoking and bubbling but it’s just, like, lasagna or something. Freak out people without actually doing anything arrest worthy. “Mint and tea? Mint booze…that sounds really cool. I’d be down to try that if you ever get hold of it. Humans?! You can do humans?! Holy shit that’d be amazing!” Humans tasted like horse from what he remembered. What would taste like in a drink? His head tilted a bit as he stared at the library and- nope, bar, definitely a bar. “Sure, go nuts.”

“Is there anything fun in life that isn’t arrest worthy though Gray?” Connor pulled the werewolf with him to a booth they could share, both of them looking young but witches didn’t really check for IDs. “Oh we can get some here. The mint. Not human. We don’t really distill humans into booze it would probably taste really bad.” Connor made a little face and leaned into the red head. “How about cake though? Do you like sweet things? We have one made of cake.” he waved over a server and ordered them a decanter of the mint, and the cake, as well as two glasses. “This stuff is strong so be prepared.”

“I’ve always wondered what you witches were doing with those big pots. My thought was either poison or booze. Glad to know I was right.” A whole cauldron of booze sounded like the greatest thing. Dashing off, he followed along behind the witch. “What’s the best weird alcohol you’ve ever made?”

“Well you were right on both accounts. I mean not much else to put in a pot. Dinner I guess but that seems boring you know?” Connor gave a little laugh as he hummed thinking about it. “Well. Mint and tea. Distilled into pure alcohol and then we cut it with more tea. Magical stills can turn anything you want into booze. Anything. Even people if you wanted. We’d just have to chop them up and get them in there.” he said leading the red head into what looked like a library on the outside. Inside was a busy bar. “It’s enchanted to make non-witches not notice it. If I get you drunk can I play with your hair or is that off limits?”

“ No of course not. You are a very powerful witch, but your attractive, and we have a good time together.” He said. “ The doing me a favor is just icing on the cake.” He laughed, Daris could use anyone in the city, he knew a lot of witches, but he trusted Connor. “ Don’t worry, I don’t really speak with them, not like I don’t agree.” He took a seat in the field laying on his back. “ Maybe, we will see where the day takes us.”  

“Well thanks,” he laughed. Nodding, Gray quickly fell into step beside the other man. Anything that involved a good drink, he was right in the middle of. “I’m a whiskey person,” he answered, “gets me drunk quick and I like the buzz. Plus, it tastes alright when you start mixing it. You?”

“Whiskey huh? Well I am a witch so I probably drink a lot of weird things, well I bet you think they are weird. But don’t worry I can get you used to a good witches brew.” he said with a wink as he led the werewolf out of the hospital and over to where they could drink together. “We distill almost every herb we can get our hands on into alcohol because I mean why not right? Most of the time you see us cooking in  a cauldron. Booze.”

“I’d rather it didn’t come to that.” Jeremy said although it was good to know that he could at least come to the hospital if something happened and attempt to get himself fixed if he could pay for it. He had money, but the siren wasn’t rich, not even close. He still felt strange about accepting anything without paying for it in some way, but Jeremy took the knife when Connor offered it to him. He looked the simple silver blade over, golden eyes studying it for a moment before Jeremy slipped the small blade into his combat boot. “Thank you.” He said, with honest sincerity in his voice. “Let’s hope I don’t have to use it.”

“Well if it does, make sure you request me. We can be friends and twinks have to stick together.” he said with a little smile giving the siren a little nod. Connor could sow good will on both sides of the city, but he genuinely felt bad for Jeremy. He wondered if the other saw his kindness as nothing but pity. Of course anyone who the siren cut with the knife would be easy picking for soul stealing so it wasn’t all altruism. “Well if you have to, then aim for the heart, or the throat. But really, anywhere will see them sick and on death’s doorstep before dawn.” he said his eyes flashed black from their normal bright blue. “And if you ever want to hide out from creeps you can of course just hang out here with me. So long as you don’t mind me working.”

“For a price.” Jeremy said plainly knowing that nothing came for free and when someone was desperate enough you could squeeze far more than they could realistically give out of them and what would be more sad, pathetic and desperate than a broken siren. “Maybe but I can pretend like this cage doesn’t exist most of the time. Ignorance is bliss and all that.” Jeremy shrugged not offended by the others bluntness. He looked around curiously when they were back at Connor’s place, curious about all the different magical trinkets. Jeremy looked at the witch dubiously when he said there was no charge, knowing nothing ever really came for free and if it did it was too good to be true. “I’ll pay for it. I don’t want to be in your debt.”

“Money usually. This is a hospital after all. But you know I can take other payment. And I’m more than willing to work something out with you.” Connor could see that the world had jaded this siren probably from a young age. Connor had been treated poorly till he had seized respect for himself. “I’m not a faerie. I am not going to have you owe me, from a witch, a gift is just a gift.” he said going into his things he pulled out a silver knife and held it out to the other to take. “Here. Stab a man with this, and he won’t heal from it without the help of a witch. It’s enchanted. Take it. From one twink to another. I want you to feel more confident. In actuality not just in words.”

“More like a bullet between the eyes before he knew what hit him.” Arrick smirked back. He was a sniper, why bother getting your hands dirty up close when a problem could be solved from hundreds of feet away? Arrick could easily hold his own in a fist fight but he liked to make sure someone was dead before it came to that. “Don’t sell yourself short before we’ve even begun Mr. Raine, I’m sure you will adequately entertain me.” Arrick purred with a playful smile. He did quite like witches and their blood was simply divine pulsing with magic it was an incredible high. “What are you drinking tonight Connor, they’re on me.” Arrick said as he gestured over a waiter.

“Well that certainly is thoroughly modern isn’t it? Effective though I have to admit.” Connor smiled and drained his glass, vampires did always have good taste in alcohol. “I feel like being humble works better with this sweet face than being cocky. I’ll leave that to suave handsome men like you. But I do intend to give you my best in terms of...entertainment.” the witch smirked and gave the other a little wink. “It’s whiskey, whatever they had on tap, well drinks here are much nicer than they are at most bars so I trust whatever they are serving.” he said with a little smile. “Why do you have a recommendation for what to drink? I’d take it if you did.”