Dancing with the Devil (Gomorrah)(Sherry/Mikh)

"Yo another one my way!"

Another night at Gomorrah. Another night she was given glances by nonregulars because she was Human. She didn't give a shit anymore they could look at they wanted. Sherry came to dance, enjoy the strippers, and drink. Not much else to do these days. No one interesting to talk to. No one coming by for history lessons. Not even a call to sub at Starlight. Hell she'd even take on an assassination job right now just out of sheer boredom.

As her drink got to her it was just a simple imported beer from Germany. There wasn't anything strong that they would allow a Human to drink as Sherry had drank some of the strongest alcohol they had to offer for Humans and it didn't even phase her. Even a few light drinks she was allowed to try did anything. Finishing that glass Sherry motions for something a little stronger when he heard a few footsteps and a glass bang the counter next to her, a large minotaur with a few of his buddies. Oh joy this was going to be fun.

"What's a Human doing in here?"

"Man you must be new. I'm in here all the time. Then again I could get in here even if I wasn't invited. Get lost."

"What was that? I could strangle your neck and no one would care."

"I haven't had enough to drink for this shit. Shoo fly, you're bothering me."

With a new drink in front of her Sherry could smell it was a strong one. Finally. As she went to take a sip the glass was knocked from her hand and she sighed. Well there went her night without gutting someone.

"So you're paying for that. Or I'm cutting you up like a Christmas goose. Your choice."

The three minotaurs just started laughing like it was the funniest joke. Well that's what newbies got. She knew they couldn't harm or even hurt her. She also didn't feel like causing a scene. Might as well let them take the first punch. And oh did they as the circled around her smirking. A glint of metal could be seen from her right foot as she just sat there deciding how she wanted to deal with them.

(go ahead and do what you want to them. they're just random npc's who were gunna get gutted or at the worst lose a pinky anyway xD. rp as them if you want too whichever works for ya as well.)

Sherry looked on in amusement at the scene. She had perfectly been able to deal with such pests but it seemed that it wasn't needed. Turning towards the man named Gabriel, she watched as he dealt, well the bodyguards with him anyway, deal with one of the minotaurs. His gaze alone dealt with the other two which made her snort a bit. She went to take a drink before remembering it was knocked from her hand. What a night this was starting out to be.

"At the least I'll say thanks. Didn't feel like covering myself in blood tonight."

Sherry sounded nonchalant about it all, a kunai being kicked up from her foot into her hand as a nonthreatening demostration at her not being unarmed. Not like she was bothered by small fries and their threats. She knew the rules of the place well enough to know nothing would have happened even if she had acted. The kunai disappeared into her pocket before Sherry rests her head on her palm before looking at Gabriel bored.

"You're the Big Man up top huh? You aren't wrong though. I wouldn't keep coming here if I couldn't handle a little racism. Sides you guy have good drinks. Sometimes. When they let me have the good shit!"

She made the bartender heard her but knew it wouldn't matter. They saw her as a normal Human and didn't want to kill her with demon drinks. She guessed it was fine, but nothing here was strong to her anymore.

"Since I'm Human they only serve stuff that won't kill me. Nothing here is strong anymore. I mean it does its job but no kick. Got anything better that won't kill a Human? Better yet got anything from the Roman Empire? Now they made some good shit. What a time that was."

While she knew why he didn't want blood being spilt, didn't make her any less likely to not stab someone if they got in her face. Well, she wouldn't say that to Gabriel. She's heard enough about the man to know messing with him is one hell of a double edged sword. She still couldn't resist making one remark though.

"Ever see blood under a full moon? Beautiful sight. Sides spilling blood sends two messages to some of the racist idiots here. One: I'm dangerous and not someone to mess with. Two: I'm a dangerous Human that needs to be dealt with. Depends on the mindset anyway."

Boredom filled her voice, though she was slightly amused when there happened to be alcohol from the Roman Empire. With the glass before her Sherry took a small sip to taste it. She swished it around it her mouth while looking as if she was determining if it was actually real. Sure as shit it was and man did it taste great.

"Alright I'll admit I'm impressed. Not a cheap remake. Has the right taste of it being aged for years upon years. No strange after taste.... Man feels like when I drank this shit right when it was made. People these days have lost the aspect it takes to make a fine liquor by cutting corners."

As he went on about thinking too much like "Earth" she stopped for a moment, took another drink, and then stared at him with the straightest face she could muster. Vodka like water? Well that was a perfect set up.

"So you mean you went to Russia? Jokes aside that's the shit I know they refuse to sell me because it would kill me. I understand why. Just want a little more bang for my buck, ya know? Just realized I never introduced myself. Name's Sherry."

Looking down at her hand that was kissed earlier Sherry got a devilish grin. Taking Gabriel's in her hand she returned the gesture before getting off her stool and stretching a bit.

"Still have to admit despite needing to bribe a non-human, friends and random people, I do enjoy what you have here. Better then most of the shit out there. Feel better catching a drink with a Demon over a Human; I can drink most Humans under the table. A Demon or some other non-human? Now there's a challenge. And no, I'm pretty sure you could drink my ass under the table. Call it a sixth sense if you would."

Sherry may be a Human but even she knew Gabriel's rep and what he was just from talking with some of the Demons and other Non-Humans. Rumors as well but she barely kept track of those. Not exactly a gossip monger. He would be a fun prey to stalk, and that was an incing thought for her.

"Still would like to apologize for nearly causing a scene. Most of the time I don't get that attention but it does happen and generally I can deal with it. If you've heard about the "Teleporting Human Woman" that would be me. So tell me, what's the oldest alcoholic beverage you got stored? That shit's got to be both worth a fortune and have one hell of a taste to it."

"Those are some...Well rather truthful compliments. Not boasting or anything, just that comparing me to a tsunami and rum being more appropriate comparison. Least these days. When I was younger it fit more. Now....Well you said so yourself."

Sherry could tell this was like a game to Gabriel. She didn't mind playing, but her boredom began to seep back in. She took her seat back as she continued to eye Gabriel. He was up to something, but at the moment she couldn't figure out what. Maybe she came off a little too strong. She did make it seem like she enjoyed killing people and spilling blood a little too much. Well, it wasn't false but not something she should be saying to someone with a rep like his.

"I won't lie I can be dangerous if I want to be. These days I just don't really see the point of being dangerous outside of self defense. World isn't how it used to be despite all the wars and shit still happening. I dunno kinda....Peaceful?"

Memories came back from a time past where she killed for sport with zero consequences. Now you kill someone then an entire investigation occurred. Sherry let out a sigh before removing her kunai and spinning it on her fingers. It kept her thoughts focused and kept old memories from returning.

"I'm not going to stab anyone don't worry. It's something I do just out of habit. Seriously though, you have THE ambrosia? I'll be damned. A real piece of mythology. Hell don't even think I'd want to drink that. Something with history like that deserves to be left alone."

With the new drinks being brought made Sherry sit up and look at them as she put the kunai back into her pocket. The weird octopus thing didn't bother her, she's seen just as weird shit from her own adventures. It what he explained what they would do that made her be a little more cautious then normal. She downed the viking mead and had to shake her head a bit from the taste. Yeah that had one hell of a kick to it, now she saw why vikings would drink this shit.

Next she looked at the cherry beer shot. This would make he hallucinate huh? Sherry....Had to pass on that one, she pushed it to the side. She didn't trust what she would see and didn't trust her actions under such a thing either.

"I'm sure it tastes good, but I got a number of demons I would rather not appear from a hallucination and, well, throw kunai at them and hit another customer by chance. I will try this....Other thing that I can't even pronounce. If its as strong as you say it is then game on."

Sherry took a hard look at the strange shot before shrugging and downing it. And man what a mistake that was. She felt like she got hit by a truck, or at the very least drank way too much. She looked over at Gabriel before letting out a loud burp and politely saying "Excuse me."

"Alright. You win. That shit....Damn. I'll....Jeez..."

It was one hell of a shot, Sherry would give it that much. She felt like she had just drank all night from that one shot and was ready to get home and pass out in her bed. If there was one thing she loved about herself was her "safety mechanics." Out of her Shadow rose a perfect clone of Sherry, which took a seat on the other side of Gabriel.

"No need to worry, this way we can talk without all the drunken mishaps and I can take myself away if needed. Nothing real dangerous, just a Shadow Puppet encase I ever got, well, too drunk. One hell of a shot dude. Oh right you wanted to know what I've heard? The normal rumors surrounding you. Not of this world, not human. Demon or some shit. Making deals with you is bad. And to me the best damn drinking buddy. That was some strong shit."

The real Sherry just sat there staring at the glass. She wanted to try another shot but knew how much of a horrible idea it would be. However her clone was perfectly fine, and by extension was still Sherry just in a different "body."

"A businessman huh? Well given what you have here that's pretty true. Dunno about the other stuff you do outside of here but this place runs pretty smooth whether its out of fear or respect things get done. Just wish I didn't have to get someone to take me in with them every time. Oh well better to do that then get like some special pass and cause all sorts of racism and crap to happen, no?"

Sherry hadn't even noticed being lifted up or anything. The shot was still taking its toll on her and the clone just rolled its eyes as it follow Gabriel. Within a few minutes the clone disappeared once it finally decided things would be fine. Sherry, on the other hand, had wrapped her arms around Gabriel's neck as he walked. She hadn't felt this feeling for a long time and was loving it.

"Drinking....Yeah....Good advice, good drinks....Going to feel that in the morning."

Her head started to bob a bit as a drunken slur took over. She was still surprised mostly, in what was left of her coherent mind at the moment, that a single shot did that much. She had to let out a half seductive, half drunk giggle at the mention of burning toast.

Sherry had no idea where she was being taken, but at the moment all she could do was giggle drunkenly, like she hadn't felt the feeling in years or decades. Which is quite true, last time Sherry felt any alcoholic effect was many centuries ago when it actually effected her.

As she was placed down and felt the blanket cover her, Sherry's first reaction was to just curl up into a little ball after she felt the kiss and....She was out. She had barely caught what he said, but she didn't matter. She found someone who could out drink her, caught her interest, and she was sure to visit again some other time. Something in the back of her mind was telling her not to get too close, but that part was just overshadowed by "I'm drunk, time to sleep. Yay."

@"Poptart"