driftfleet | drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[Dezel hasn't forgotten about his work. And honestly, after that thing he got in the temple? He's sure he doesn't want to traipse around ruins ever again. So he's throwing himself back into his work. He's never done it for the money, not really, but for the distraction; Dezel is the kind of guy who only seems passionate when it comes to hobbies. And that means... cooking.

Today is a little special, though. He's trying some new recipes. There are free samples in little paper cups. They appear to be bits of handmade bread with some kind of pesto dip. It's delicious! Other new dishes include a tomato and a bunch of dots, whatever the fuck this is, and some variation of poutine that's entirely in a tonka truck for no reason.

For those without resonance, they won't be able to see him-- but they can certainly see floating food and more behind the bar. Sometimes he helps make drinks, too, which is even weirder.

After his shift is over, he hangs around for a while with an entire bottle of dark rum. There might not appear to be anyone sitting in that seat but don't you dare try to take it.]

[ Sora's too young to drink, but don't think that'll stop him from visiting Dezel. Especially if it means he can get out of another trip to the ruins. It was fun the first couple times, but the amount of times Sorey and Mikleo want to go are a bit...yeah.

Either way, he's sitting on a bar stool, swinging his legs slightly as he watches Dezel make his newest creations. He's on this third free sample. ]

Is it...avocado pudding?

[Yeah. He's taken to just randomly guessing whatever that one is]

[ Zaveid doesn't escape the Huntress that often but when he does he can be found floating around the Iskaulit - it's where the grand garden is and as much as he loves his room... Sometimes you need a little more space to be happy and at peace. It means that he moves forward and heads through the halls, shifting and walking forward, trying to ignore the tug of thoughts in the back of his mind as he forces himself to be calm.

Eventually he finds his way to the bar, settling down in a quiet table near the back. Around him the air is a little cleaner and even if people can't see him it's obvious that there's something going on. There's a presence of something fresher, gentler, and he settles himself down to relax, legs stretched out and crossed over in front of him, taking up far more space than he really ought to.

He doesn't order any food - who needs to eat? - but he does have a glass of something in front of him, spinning the liquid randomly whenever he gets the urge. ]

[ Hawke slides in beside him as though she had always been there with barely a word said she sits, stretched out across the chair like a lazy cat, quick to settle and relax. An strangle easy thing to do around him she's found, though she chalks it up to those winning looks and charming personality. Something like that.

After giving the room a quick once over she turns her attention to him and grins. ]

Hey.

[ He doesn't make any move to dodge away from the sudden company - it's refreshing to be around someone that can actually see him and he and Hawke have always managed to get along, even in his more morose times. He thinks of hospital beds and cut hair and huffs a noise, shifting to make a little more room for her.

Less intimacy, maybe, but friendships aren't going to hurt, right? He tells that to himself as if he might end up believing it. ]

Hey.

[ She kinda misses his short hair, she had made fine work out of the mess that had become his hair. Not that his longer hair doesn't look good, it does, but she had been rather proud of herself, you know?

Now it's long enough to be braided and she half wonders to herself what he'd look like with a head full of braids. ]

Came to drink or people watch?

[ Zaveid makes himself comfortable because it's easier that way, shifting a little before he glances around the bar. He knows Dezel is back there, can feel the gentle reach of his wind, and it soothes him even as he realises he might not be endearing himself to the other wind seraph right now.

He didn't actually come here to watch his... Friend... But it just seemed to end up that way. ]

Maybe a bit of both. [ He turns to her with a grin. ] Are you this bored?

[Dezel is happy for the company, and it's not like Crowley kicks out minors. He's got a really good non-alcoholic menu that... Dezel is getting some serious practice on.

He looks up from making another weird green thing.]

Fruit puree reduction blended with matcha sorbet, garnished with basil leaves and minced fruit.

[Obviously.]

[Dezel finally gets a break when people seem to have cleared out for the time being. He has a bottle of brandy with him as well as two rocks glasses. He doesn't say hello, he simply pours: one for Zaveid, one for himself.]

Did you make these up or did our illustrious leader put you up to this ridiculousness?

[Adalwolfe rolls an empty tonka truck along with bar with one finger, having long since devoured the drippy fries on his lunch break. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it rattling down the counter to bump Dezel's arm. It's easier to do these things now that he can actually see the spirit.]

A couple of them are from a cookbook. The toy truck was his idea, though.

[It bumps his arm and he just kind of... stares down at it. He should be offended, but he's really not. Adalwolfe is a good dude.

He settles his fingers on it, then sends the toy right back down the counter-- and this time, it does some excellent swerves to avoid some glasses.

He's a showoff.]

[ He doesn't move too much as Dezel comes up and settles near him but he does move to make space for the other seraph to settle down wherever he likes. In the end, he turns his head to look over at him, a little more relaxed and his wind brushing over Dezel gently. It's not like he's been watching him - he hasn't, really - but there's something incredibly soothing about feeling Dezel's familiar wind near his own. ]

You get pretty busy in here.

[Yeah Sora understood about half those words. So dryly]

Oh. 'Course. Obviously.

It's good.

[He sets one in front of Sora, smiling faintly from beneath the shadow of his hat.]

Here, on me. You need to eat something besides bread after all.

Yeah. I don't know where the demon gets his booze, but it's decent.

[He doesn't feel stalked, not really. Zaveid knows he works here-- a lot of people do, even if they can't see him. Also, since they've both had a shitty couple of weeks, it seems fine to just... hang out, like friends do. Dezel isn't exactly prime best friend material but he knows the basics, at least.

Dezel's own wind is fairly muted today, not that he's particularly energetic anyway. Sometimes it plays with the ends of Zaveid's hair, but never enough to be obnoxious. Just to sort of get a feel for the conversation, his body language, that sort of thing.

... Okay, so he might be playing with the feathers a bit too, but it's not like anyone else can tell.]

Edited 2017-03-23 17:31 (UTC)

I'm not gonna complain.

[ Sometimes you need a good drink, and it's not as if he can get anything familiar here. There are bottles that he remembers from decades ago, a glass left out for him to be morose over as he settled in a quiet corner of a bar. He remembers a lot of things, perhaps too many, but in moments like this his mind feels a little quieter, as if he can relax for a moment. It's refreshing, especially after so long of trying to keep it all locked up, trying to tuck it away so that he could help the others with their problems.

Looking over at Dezel, he pauses, considering. The wind brushes between the two of them and it's enough to keep him content, as if he's basking in sunlight. It's a feeling that's almost impossible to describe to anyone that isn't a wind seraph - feeling it wrapped around you, feeling the tenderness of it, knowing how it's tied up to the person beside him, that it's their way of sharing affection...

That's not something he can share with anyone else. ]

You should cook for me one day.

Really? Thanks!

[He'll grab a spoon and sit up straighter, always happen to try a new food of Dezels. ]

- Hey! This is good!

[ Hawke gives the bar a quick glance before focusing on him, eyebrows raising slightly. A bit of both, he says. Makes sense when there is a lot of people unable to see you.

She shrugs returning his grin with one of her own. ]

I might have been before I sat down. [ She reaches over and jabs him lightly. ] Things can never be boring with you around.

[ It makes it a little easier to lounge around and watch people when the people can't actually see him. He's stretched out and comfortable and he's more than okay with someone familiar settling down beside him. If it was a stranger sitting on him...

But here he is, and he's sure Sorey would be proud. He's made a friend. ]

Huh... Guess I've got a reputation to live up to now.

[ She hadn't thought about sitting on him honestly, though it isn't out of the realm of things she'd likely do. She wouldn't even care how strange it'd look to those who cannot see Zaveid, she'd revel in it. Maybe another day instead of slipping in beside him Hawke will just settle in his lap, like some sort of human sized cat.

She's pretty sure he'd make a great pillow. ]

You think you're up to the task?

[ The friendship he's found himself in with Hawke isn't something he had expected in the least - it's a bit surprising, but he's getting used to it. Being familiar with someone that isn't a seraph or his Shepherd... It's novel.

It's been a long time. ]

I'm sure I can manage it.

[ He turns to her with a wide grin. ]

Watch me.

[ Their friendship isn't something she had expected either but she still embraced, as she has always done. Hawke has always made friends with ease, it's almost uncanny how she does it.

His grin only serves to widen her own into something more cheshire like. ]

Oh, I will.

[ With a body like that who wouldn't want to watch him? ]

I have expectations now.

[ There's a part of Zaveid that thinks he ought to keep himself at a distance, not let himself be around people again, but... If he did that then he'd have to keep away from Rose, from the others, from anyone, and he's not sure that's worth the pain either.

He wants to be happy, not to suffer, and isolating himself had already proved to be a bad idea. ]

I'd hate to let down a pretty lady.

[ And he winks. ]

[ Not that she'd let him stay isolated, not now that she has gotten to know him to some extent. She's likes him a little too much, enjoys the easy company free of expectation and pressure.

She laughs chuckles, tilting head head towards him. ]

Don't worry, you'll have try pretty hard to let me down.

That makes me wanna try!

[ But he's laughing, and he turns his body, adjusting so he can look at her a little better. His eyes do flick over to the bar, though, and he watches to see if Dezel's wandering around before he focusses on his company. ]

drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

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