"I'm just a bachelor, lookin' for a partner." Came the gritty and raspy voice of a young man who was dressed in black drab on par with a wannabe rock star, complete with a unkempt mow hawk and piercing and tattoos galore. Of course he wasn’t actually a bachelor like the song he was singing, he was simply in a good mood today. Having woken up next to his boyfriend as was becoming routine, and spending most of the mourning with him until he was pulled away to work, the day was off to a good start. Usually he stuck around the bar to help out or simply be near Samael but seeing as he’s been hanging around the bar nearly every day for the past two weeks, he figured Samael’s parents might want a break from him. After all, his father was a little grumpy and he didn’t want to over stay his welcome…not that he wouldn’t be back that night though.
"Someone who knows how to ride…without even fallin' off." He continued to sing, sauntering down the street; hips moving to the beat playing in his earphones.
"Gotta be compatible, takes me to my limits" He sang, snapping his fingers and dancing in a circle for a moment as he turned around to watch a couple pass by him. His lips curled into a wicked smirk as his eyes wandered over their retreating forms, seemingly drinking as much of them in as he could. What? He was taken…not blind (though that was a bad pun where Samael stood).
"Girl when I break ya off, I promise ya won't wanna get off!" He sang, purposely being obnoxiously loud about it and causing the couple to glance back at him momentarily. His smirk only widened at the ugly looks they gave him. He, in turn gave a howling laughter before turning back around and continuing on his way, now being louder than before and not caring who heard.
"If yer horny let's do it, ride it my pony! My saddles waitin', come and jump o….†He stopped mid-sentence and glanced back at the shop he had just passed. It was rather plain and the sign read ‘closed’ but the door was open. Curious, he back tracked and peered inside the door, finding the place to be relatively empty besides the multiple bottles of colorful liquid that filled the place.
“Yo! Anybody home?!†He called, knocking on the inside of the wall. He waited a moment, taking one of his earphones out to listen for a reply. When he got none however, he pocketed his ipod and stepped inside with a shrug. What the hell was this place anyway? And who’d be stupid enough to leave the damn thing open without watching it. This would be the perfect opportunity to put the thieving skills he was brought up into, to good use…that is if he even knew what this place was. Not being the sharpest crayon in the tool box, he set out to snoop around, picking up the nearest bottle and turning it about in his hand before he found the label. Deciding he had no idea what it was, he placed it back on the table but wound up knocking over another bottle as he did and it went crashing to the ground.
“Woops.†He intoned, not really concerned with having broken it. Though, he did take a step back from it when his nose wrinkled up; whatever it was, it stank and immediately he lost his interest in that shelf and moved to the next.
"Someone who knows how to ride…without even fallin' off." He continued to sing, sauntering down the street; hips moving to the beat playing in his earphones.
"Gotta be compatible, takes me to my limits" He sang, snapping his fingers and dancing in a circle for a moment as he turned around to watch a couple pass by him. His lips curled into a wicked smirk as his eyes wandered over their retreating forms, seemingly drinking as much of them in as he could. What? He was taken…not blind (though that was a bad pun where Samael stood).
"Girl when I break ya off, I promise ya won't wanna get off!" He sang, purposely being obnoxiously loud about it and causing the couple to glance back at him momentarily. His smirk only widened at the ugly looks they gave him. He, in turn gave a howling laughter before turning back around and continuing on his way, now being louder than before and not caring who heard.
"If yer horny let's do it, ride it my pony! My saddles waitin', come and jump o….†He stopped mid-sentence and glanced back at the shop he had just passed. It was rather plain and the sign read ‘closed’ but the door was open. Curious, he back tracked and peered inside the door, finding the place to be relatively empty besides the multiple bottles of colorful liquid that filled the place.
“Yo! Anybody home?!†He called, knocking on the inside of the wall. He waited a moment, taking one of his earphones out to listen for a reply. When he got none however, he pocketed his ipod and stepped inside with a shrug. What the hell was this place anyway? And who’d be stupid enough to leave the damn thing open without watching it. This would be the perfect opportunity to put the thieving skills he was brought up into, to good use…that is if he even knew what this place was. Not being the sharpest crayon in the tool box, he set out to snoop around, picking up the nearest bottle and turning it about in his hand before he found the label. Deciding he had no idea what it was, he placed it back on the table but wound up knocking over another bottle as he did and it went crashing to the ground.
“Woops.†He intoned, not really concerned with having broken it. Though, he did take a step back from it when his nose wrinkled up; whatever it was, it stank and immediately he lost his interest in that shelf and moved to the next.