[oAnD Bar] Darkness and Light

''Of course it does'', Samael said, a smile and a small laugh still dancing around his lips as eyes as he talked, amused by the wariness Deith showed towards the drink the second time around drinking it, as opposed to trying to down it all at once a few moments before.

''My old man made it that way after all'', he laughed, glad somehow that Deith did not only seem drunker than he had been when he had first come in, but also lighter, maybe not happier but in a slightly better mood at least. People rarely came to the bar when happy, his father had thought him, and most of the time, the only thing from him are the drinks, enough of them to get drunk and forget. Other times a bit of conversation from a friendly bartender would lighten up their evening just as much, and Samael loved doing as mush as he could when met with a situation like that. It gave him a sense of pride to know that he had done something more, made somebody feel at least a little bit better.

''Six glasses in a row during three hours with nothing in between if you count my old man'', Samael said, a smile on his face slowly turning into a grin, as he could already feel where this was going. There was, however, a bit of worry mixed into it all, a shallow lines signalling the beginnings of a frown making themselves between his eyes, for while watching patrons ignore his warnings and fall drunk to the floor was amusing when they were disrespectful and looking down on his father's work, he did not want the same for Deith to be met with the same faith.

''I wouldn't, though. Count my old man, that is'', he warned thus. ''It's his drink after all, and he had been a bartender longer than I've been alive, drinking as much as was serving, trust me'', Samael said, rolling his eyes a bit, but one could still see his love for his family in his eyes. ''So, four glasses and three sips. That's the most a customer ever drank before passing out cold'', he said, his face still brightened by a giant grin as he then asked: ''You gonna try and beat that?'',

''One'', Samael said, frowning at Deith, as he could already see all the usual signs of being far more than tipsy on the man. ''The one I drank on my eighteenth birthday. I've never touched a glass of that stuff again'', he said, his lips twitching in a small smile, before falling into a frown again.

''Are you sure about that third glass?'', he asked, his voice laced with some of that worry. Had Deith been drinking anything but the Demon he would have let the man get as drunk as he wanted. It was, after all, his own life that he was trying to forget, and thus none of Samael's business. It was the first thing, or well, one of the first things his father taught him about standing behind the bar. Deith's poison of choice, however, was the Demon, and he knew both the charm and the strength of the black liquid were stronger than most of the other drinks'. He did not want to see his new friend pass out and fall on his face if he could stop him.

''Make a break before drinking it, at least'', he suggested, guessing that Deith wasn't just about to stop drinking, as most people were just a bit more stubborn than that. ''Take another Angel, or better yet some water in you. I'll make you another in a few'', he promised, hoping that the man would listen to him.

''I've stopped getting surprised by the amount of love people show towards the Demon years ago, so no, not really'', Samael said, his voice still serious and far from swayed both by Deith's words and grin. He gave a small smile of his own as he continued to speak, however, not letting the serious mood take completely over him.

''And I do not actually want to see you kiss the floor like all the others, so I'm enforcing the break on you'', he said, taking Deith's glass and putting it aside rather than making another drink in it. He rarely enforced breaks on customers he didn't know all that well unless it was clear that they were far over their limit and about to either turn dangerous for others, or for themselves. He, however, was starting to like Deith and was sure the man won't actually mind him looking out for him.

''You can get another glass when you can use all the letters of the alphabet again, so in about half an hour or so'', he said, as he took another glass and filled it with cold water from the bottle kept under the bar. ''Until then, drink this'', he said, pushing the glass towards Deith. ''And don't worry about the buzz disappearing'', he said, wondering if that was perhaps why Deith kept insisting on more Demons. ''You still have some more hours in you before your completely sober again. The break's only to make sure you don't pass out cold on the floor.'' An event not unknown to happen and interesting to see with customers who were irritating or disrespectful, but Deith was neither, and Samael thus didn't really want to see that happen to him. As it was already thought and said, he was starting to like the man.

''That's why'', Samael said, fighting against an amused smirk appearing on his face, for even though he was actually worried about Deith, his behaviour was still entertaining, as the behaviour of drunken people usually tended to be.

''You can have another drink when you're no longer groaning'', he said, the smirk having been fought off from his lips, but the amusement still refusing to leave his eyes, and voice, though is words continued to be those of advice, and orders. ''And can say Demon clearly three times in the row'', he added as an after thought. Looking down of Deith's slumped form, however, he corrected himself. ''Make that five, actually'', he said, knowing that the man truly was a step away from being blind drunk, and not wanting to see that, no matter how funny Deith's protests were.

''Until then, drink your water'', he said, refilling the glass he had put in front of Deith a moment before. ''And don't fall asleep on the bar, because if you do, I'm not going to wake you up until closing time'', he added, a smirk finally breaking through his defences and appearing on his face. ''I'll be back in a minute'', he said as a few customers called for his attention, and he directed it towards their orders.

@"Trahnael": I apologize for the long wait once again. I'll try not to disappear like this again, but if I do, please feel free to poke me through PMs as that will give me an email notification, as there will be a chance that I am not actually to busy/tired but am simply having 'the computer is too far away' week. Which really is no excuse for not posting.

''Deith?'', Samael called once he had returned to his proper place behind the bar from where he had been pulled over, his back turned towards the hopefully not as blind drunk and more new regular, only to see that his almost-blind-drunk customer was gone. He took a quick look around the bar, the darkness which provided privacy to those who wished not to be seen stopping him from assessing everything properly. There were figures moving around, coming in or going, changing tables or heading for him. And as far as he could see, none of them were Deith, though a few came quite close, at least when the amount of alcohol in their blood was concerned.

He wondered if perhaps the immortal had left, angry that he had been denied another doze of the addictive drink. The money he had given him before still lied on the counter, so technically his night was paid for. Still, Samael frowned.

''He has not left'', his old man suddenly spoke from his right, making him raise his head suddenly in surprise. ''He simply had to be directed to the bathroom'', he explained, a glint of amusement shining through his eyes. Amusement, however, was not the main emotion shining in them, and that was something Samael had yet to learn, the part of his father he still failed to understand: this strange mix of concerns that came of over him every time Samael served a Demon to the customer.

''You have been feeding him water, I see'', he said, eyeing Deith's glass carefully. '

''Yeah'', he said, nodding his head. ''He's on a break. And speaking of them, so am I'', he decided suddenly, as he stepped from behind the bar onto the other side of the room. ''You can keep up without me for a few minutes?'', he asked, eyeing customers gathering around the bar.

''I had manned this bar alone for almost twenty years boy'', his father scoffed ushering him to go away with his hand. ''I will stand my guard without you.'' Samael rolled his eyes at his old man, in a way that only a son could, as he left the immediately lit area of the bar to make sure that Deith was okay.

''Deith?'', he called as he neared the doors to the rest room, near the back, left of the bar.


@"Trahnael": It is no problem, it really wasn't that long :))) I took longer I think, with my post xD Hopefully this one works for you. I'm not very sure where my muse is right now, it keeps jumping all over the place