[oAnD Bar] Darkness and Light

''No, I...'', Samael began to explain as Deith asked him if he was there for the same reason as him, before, suddenly, he had Deith's warm, still pretty drunk, body leaning into him. ''Was looking for you'', he laughed, grabbing the arm that had grabbed his own shoulder, helping Deith steady himself on his own two legs. ''And now I found you'', he laughed as Deith complained about his state quietly, probably not meant to be heard by anybody but him, but Samael was standing so close he really had no other choice but to be aware of it.

''Imagine how much of a drag it would have been if I hadn't forced the break on you'', he said as he steadied Deith's hand on his shoulder, shifting both of their weights a bit so he could walk more comfortable with the other man still leaning onto him. ''You would have probably passed out on the floor half way to here'', he joked, pulling the other man slowly towards the bar.

As Deith finally managed to say Demon properly five times in a row a few steps later, Samael laughed, his whole body shaking with it. ''Yeah, that's five'', he said, still chuckling lightly as he turned to face Deith, his eyes and smile warm and bright with mirth. ''And if you're still in want of another Demon by the time we seat you behind the bar again, I'll gladly make you another one'', he said, eyeing the Deith's leaning form, at least half of the man's weight now being supported by the young bartender. ''Something tells me though you might change your mind by then'', he laughed, pulling Deith towards his previous seat again.

''Honestly'', Samael said, as Deith continued giggling, his feet still unsteady beneath him as the young man all but dragged him towards the bar. He had hoped that the man would realize by the time they reached the bar again, despite his mind being truly clouded by Demons thick, and for now still pleasant warmth, that another drink was not what he, in fact, needed right now. He had, unfortunately, hoped for too much, it would seem, considering that the man, no matter how drunk, was still asking him for another drink.

''You're going nowhere near anything that has a wheal unless somebody else is behind it'', Samael said, even as he started making Deith another drink. He had promised, after all, and another drink would not kill Deith. It would just make him go from really drunk, to really really drunk, making the subsequent hangover he was bound to have all that much worse as well. ''Which is why you are not getting this'', he said, raising Deith's glass in front of himself, the said glass now, once again, filled with thick, black alcohol, ''until you hand me your car keys'', the bartender said, stretching his other hand in front of himself as well, his palm facing upwards, waiting for Deith to press his keys into it.

''There is a room in the back where you can sleep'', he said, a slight smirk dancing on his lips still. ''Father build it just for cases like these. It's comfortable enough, and thankfully doesn't require you to sit behind a wheal to get there. Come on'', he urged the man again, ''it's a fair trade if you think about it, really'', he said, reminding Deith again that he would not be getting his drink until Samael got his keys.

''Honestly'', Samael said, laughing, as he put the keys-too many of them to be just the keys to Deith's car, or whatever it was that he had used to get to the bar, which could only mean that the man had given him all of his keys, which in turn made Samael laugh even more, though not loud, not now, when he knew that each and every too loud sound would bother not only Deith but pretty much every other person in the room except himself and his father as well.

''I should really reconsider giving you the drink'', the young man said as he made another doe of the thick black alcohol, ''just for that statement'', he said, as he finished, his movements just as precise and quick as they had been at the start of the night.

''Considering that between the two of us, you're more likely to lose your head, let alone your keys', he hummed, as he placed one last glass of Demon in front of Deith, hoping that the man would not noticed that the had not only switched his glass for a new one, but had watered down the drink a bit in general.

''Come along now, drink that so I can drag your useless body to the room'', he said, still smiling even as his words took a turn towards mocking. ''You can sleep this off comfortably there'', he said, checking one more time that Deith's keys were in the pocket of his uniform, before reaching for the keys of the Drunk room, a set of them usually kept beneath the bar.

@Trahnael: at the scale of 1 to 10 how up are you for making it so that somebody's already in the room, so Samael let's Deith crash in his room? xD

''Well', Samael said, sighing somewhat fondly under his breath as he walked around the bar so he could stand at Deith's side. ''Once upon a time, perhaps'', he said, placing himself, once again, in such a way, that Deith's arm was resting against his shoulders, his own lithe, and more importantly still sober, body supporting most of the drunken man's weight, for it was obvious that his own legs weren't about to hold him right now.

''Right now I am not sure you could catch your own breath, let alone something else'', he said, rolling his eyes in a way which suggested, once again that he was in some way fond of the man despite having just met him that day. Well, evening. Night. Some hours ago, most of which Deith had spent drunk. There was just something about him, he guessed, as he once again searched for the keys for the spare room, only to realize they were not there. Frowning, he cast a glance towards his father's end of the bar, only to see that he was no longer currently there.

''Looking for your old man?'', one of the people still there when Samael approached, after putting Deith back into his seat, asked, or had tried at least, his actual sentence sounding more like gibberish than English. Thankfully, Samael was more than fluent in drunken musings, managing after some long seconds to connect the clues and realize that his father, and the keys, were both not there because his father had already taken someone to the spare room, probably one of his friends, and for the same reason Samael was about to put Deith there. ''Shit'', he cursed, returning back to his drunken patron.

''He is not going anywhere like that'', his father commented some minutes later when he finally returned, still frowning as he looked at Deith, disapproving of something. ''I know'', the young man answered, frowning himself as well, though why he was suddenly too tired to try to understand.

''Put him upstairs'', Samael's father finally decided, not about to let someone in that state go out through his door unchecked, no matter how much unease he felt when he looked at them, and the way his soon seemed to sense, and see, none of the things which put him on edge. ''He can sleep in your room. Michael didn't come home today. And you can go to sleep yourself. I'll kick this bastards out and close'', he said, already going good on his words, and slowly rousing his friends from their seats.

And with that, it was set. Samael dragged Deith upstairs so that his father would not have to do the same with whatever giant he had just dragged to the spare room. Turning the light on in his room, he wondered whether he should make Deith comfortable first. In the end he decided against it, doing nothing more than to dump the man on top of the covers of his bad before putting a spare one on top of his prone form. He deserved it, he thought, sleeping in clothes. For what he wasn't sure, but, as he had already noticed, he was not in the mood to try and decipher anything any longer.