Bacchus

Steven

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It had been about a month since Steven had become old enough to drink, without having to worry about that damn wolf of a cop getting on his case about it. Since then Steven had the occasional night out, where he tried out places to go drinking. Trying to find a place that fit his style. He had a couple beers, at a sort of traditional pub locale, but while he liked it. It was just too loud for his liking. If he was in the mood for noise, he would have taken himself to a club instead and enjoyed himself by dancing as well. Heading back from the pub in the direction of the school. Steven spotted a place that caught his attention. A small bar, red neon light spelling out Bacchus. He knew that name was the roman god of wine.

Looking through the window the place seemed pretty small. A classy clean bar, with a huge selection of bottle behind the bar. Small booths lining one wall, each with dark oak tables, and red leather sofa built into the wall. A few of the booths were taken, more often by just a single person drinking alone. Though one was taken up by small group. It looked like a pretty quiet and peaceful place to drink. The barman noticed Steven, and gave a beckoning wave inviting him in. However Steven shook his head, planning to go home and sleep. He did notice though that, the long hair barman, had leaves in his hairs and tanned skin. Looking to his guest more Greek then the roman name of the place implied.

He ignored it and started to walk by, turning as he did, meaning he didn't notice someone else was on the street and collided with them. "Sorry." He immediately replied as he staggered back and looked back up only to recognise the man he had bumped into. "Soren? Damn man sorry." He apologised again. "It's been awhile." Steven said and would offer a hand out to him. Either for a greeting hand shake, or to help him up if he had fallen from the collision.

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Soren Haine should not have been drunk, or rather tipsy, but he should not have been drinking at all, not only was he underaged but he was also the son of a police officer. All in all, he very much should not have been drinking, yet he was and somehow during the night he'd ended up on the streets.

The young nephilim didn't really have a destination, he was just wandering about, enjoying the night air. Most nights he'd spend with his girlfriend, but tonight he'd decided to head out on his own. So the white haired teen wandered about, his mind doing the same. He'd always a bit lost, in the U.S. it was because he had to hide what he was, but it persisted even now. He desired purpose, his powers seemed useless to him, a brief look into the past had little use and his healing magic could be lethal to him. So, all in all, he felt purposeless.

His eyes wandered to the stars for a moment, and the he was sitting on the ground, a sudden impact having hit him. He looked up and smiled a bit, "Steven bud, good to see you." Taking the offered hand he rose from where he sat, "night owl too eh?" he asked jokingly.
 

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Helping Soren to his feet, and smiling at his words Steven couldn't help the urge to make a pun of his own. "Of course I am, it's a real hoot." Steven awnsered Soren, internally groaning at his own words and groaning at the fact he truely found them funny. "How you been? Haven't seen you around in awhile." Steven asked wondering what the angel had been up to in recent weeks.

"Hope you ain't broken anything from that fall." Steven added, though it was pretty evident that Soren hadn't. The lack of screaming and asking him to call for aid. Though vague recolection made that image not fit, he swore Soren had mentioned in passing his powers could help people. Leaving Steven wondering now he thought about it, if they could help himself if he was hurt.
 
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