<span style='color:red'>Y'can leave if y'want...</span> Korif spoke, his voice hit by a tide of tired slurring. He was now lying on his stomach, and his inhaling and exhaling was shortened considerably because of it. His eyes were now open, but he was still asleep. He'd mastered the trick when he was young, so he could freak out a few of his friends, and there was a feeling he was going to freak Leah out, too.
Leah turned. <span style='color:purple'>Dammit.</span> She walked back to the couch and saw Korif laying on his stomach. <span style='color:purple'>Sorry I woke you up.</span> She said. She didn't get a response and after a while she went to where his head was resting. <span style='color:purple'>Korif?</span> She waved her hand in front of his face, his eyes didn't follow. Now this was just odd. She repeated the motion until she figured he was still asleep. Worse came to worse he'd gone randomly blind and it was all her fault... comforting.
He blinked and pushed himself up. <span style='color:red'>D'you say something?</span> He figured that he'd involuntarily opened his eyes while he was still asleep. One drawback to the little party piece. <span style='color:red'>Oh, bloody hell, sorry.</span> he smirked as he turned himself around to face her. <span style='color:red'>Bet it got you good, though, didn't it?</span>
Leah spun on her heel. <span style='color:purple'>Yeah, I thought you'd gone blind.</span> She said, smirking when she saw that he obviously wasn't blind as his eyes raised to meet hers. <span style='color:purple'>Sorry about it, I brought it upon myself, tried to see what normal folks dreamed like.</span> She shrugged. Korif may not have been 'normal' persey, but he was alive, and he wasn't severly depressed, and he wasn't suicidal. Therefore, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
<span style='color:red'>S'alright. Nothing wrong with wanting to venture a little.</span> Korif shrugged, not terribly bothered whether she wanted a wander through his head or not. He looked at the clock. <span style='color:red'>Oh, who am I kidding? I wasn't going to get that wasting in, anyway. Bloody time... always working against me.</span> he scowled quietly to himself. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry 'bout the late reply. PCs been on the blink again >_<'</td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4"><span style='color:purple'>On the upside, you're not having enough time is keeping you slightly safer from you and your self-destructive habits at the moment.</span> She said, smirking. Leah walked back over to the couch and sat next to Korif, bringing her legs up so she was sitting 'indian' style. Tilting her head back to rest over the cushion she looked up at the cieling and sighed. <span style='color:purple'>There probably is still time to go and get wasted, I mean, worst comes to worst, we go out, get some shitty tasting alcohol and/or bad nujek.</span> She said with a shrug. </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Self-destructive...</span> he trailed off as he murmured the phrase to himself with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't entirely sure what Leah meant, but she had better intuition than him, so she could probably see something in his actions that he couldn't. <span style='color:red'>S'pose, but I can't stand nujek. Makes my tastebuds want to go into rigor mortis.</span> Korif twisted his face a little, making his disgust evident.
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Leah laughed in reguards to Korif's expression. <span style='color:purple'>I just thought I'd throw the suggestion out... I kinda liked it as tea when I was still alive, no real point in buying it anymore these days though, 'sides I've got a friend on withdrawl, haven't seen her in ages, but she's still alive.</span> She said, the friend in question was an utter wreck, but she had confidence that they would make it. <span style='color:purple'>So how's about a drink? I've still got money left from my er... fine tastes.</span> She said, looking over at him. </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Hehe. Fine tastes... sure, sounds good to me.</span> Korif shrugged. He wasn't really bothered what they did, as long as they could get out outside for a while. Plus, he definitely needed something strong to drink. It hadn't been the thief's best couple of days, recently. Getting up, stretching and yawning, Korif gestured for Leah to head out of the door before himself. <span style='color:red'>Ladies first.</span> he smiled. <span style='color:red'>Always the sodding gentleman...</span> he thought to himself. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry about the unforgivably late reply. My PC's been majorly screwing up on me, so I'm having to do this from my mum's house. And no, before you ask, I'm not one of those sad 40-year-olds that doesn't dare to venture to the outside world XP</td></tr></table>
Leah walked past him. <span style='color:purple'>You know, personally, I like gentlemen, 'sides they're least likely to grab at my pants... and they pay better...</span> She said, sniggering. The two walked down the road, she was personally thankful that it was warm out, especially at this time of night. <span style='color:purple'>So where are we going?</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>wow, I've got writer's block, sorry about that.</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Hey, if you want, I can grab your pants and still be a gentleman.</span> he winked. <span style='color:red'>Well, your choice. I'm not paticularly bothered, as long as I can come back hammered, possibly wearing something on my head.</span> The thought made Korif grin as the mental picture began to unfold in his mind. He sighed as he looked up at the sky. The stars were out in force tonight, and they glimmered quite brightly. The whole display looked rather pretty to Korif.
<span style='color:purple'>And if you did that while I'm still sober you'd wake up in the morning both hung over and with unexplainable gashes all over.</span> She laughed. <span style='color:purple'>Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be able to find a nice lamp shade for you.</span> Looking up she let out a sigh, it was nice out, clear, cool and not terribly busy for the moment. The stars were out as well, dominating the night sky moreso than the far off skyline and the moons. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the delay in reply, I just got back from sailing last night.</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Superb... oh, just to clarify, that's only while you're sober, right?</span> He gave her a sly grin as he spoke, looking forward to the night's piss-up. As they walked, Korif was starting to feel very refreshed thanks to the night air. He sighed in satisfaction and looked about. There were a fair few of these places he'd not seen before, but in truth, that was only because he didn't have the brass to actually venture into Vamp turf. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ooh, sailing. How was it?</td></tr></table>
Leah looked back at him, an eyebrow raised. <span style='color:purple'>Depends... would you still like me in the morning?</span> She asked, sticking her tongue out a little. She started looking around for places. Passing them and making notes to herself. Too busy, too expensive, too cramped, not a big enough selection of alcohol and so on. She reached one that she frequented on her off nights. She nodded in the general direction and opened the door. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sailing was good, but to put it in perspective the sunburn I got hurts more than the stitches in my mouth at the moment.</td></tr></table>
Korif took hold of the door handle and gestured for Leah to go in. <span style='color:red'>Hmm... that would depend how you mean 'like you'.</span> He gave her that grin again. <span style='color:red'>Heh. I'm doing the 'gentleman' thing again.</span> he chuckled in his head. As he looked inside, he could smell alcohol. Always a good sign for a new place. He sniffed again. He was sure he was getting a thin layer of smoke, too... tobacco, from what he could tell. Then again, it could've been something... different. <span style='color:red'>You come here often, then?</span> Korif quirked an eyebrow as he asked the question.
<span style='color:purple'>Wipe that grin off your face.</span> She said in mock anger, smirking herself. She went behind the bar and pulled out two bottles of god only knew what. The bar was always stocked, without a tender and no one complained. It was a bit of a mystery as to how the place ran itself, but then again, it was in the District. She handed a bottle to Korif and uncorked hers, taking a swig. <span style='color:purple'>Damn, that's strong.</span> She said, setting the bottle down. <span style='color:purple'>All that I mean is that you won't hate me, want to hurt and/or kill me or run off, y'know, otherwise drunk or not you'll wake up in pain if you try something like that.</span>
<span style='color:red'>Yes, mistress...</span> Korif laughed. <span style='color:red'>Wouldn't dream of abandoning you. Can't believe you'd think such a thing.</span> Korif opened his drink and had a mouthful, his hand, jaw and head almost locked in place for a few seconds. He eventually put the now three-quarters-empty bottle down and wiped his muzzle, smiling. <span style='color:red'>Not bad. Dunno what's in yours, though. Maybe it's just your sensitive femme tastebuds.</span> he sniggered.
Leah playfully thwacked Korif 'cross the back of the head. <span style='color:purple'>Dunno what's in mine either, you probably got some pansy stuff, came once with another friend, that was funny, I came up with a bottle of water and some cyanide.</span> She said. The drinks stocked were not always intended for consumption, the cyanide for instance, she'd been fine after drinking a liter of it, but she was a Vampdragon, the Vamp cells killed off everything that threatened her system. <span style='color:purple'>You wanna try some of mine?</span> She asked, her eyes gleaming recklessly, it wasn't anything that could hurt him, just a strong drink. She drank off most of the bottle, leaving a little bit left in case he wanted a taste and then went back under the bar and pulled up a few more drinks.
<span style='color:red'>Sure, why not.</span> Korif picked up the bottle, put it to his lips and tipped his head back. He put the bottle back on the bar and looked at Leah. <span style='color:red'>Yeah, bit stronger, but I still don't see what the lil' fuss was about. I've had worse. Try adding sparks from V's workshop tools to alcohol. Now that gives it some frigging kick.</span> He finished his and arched his neck. He heard a satisfying pop and readjusted his head back to its original position.
<span style='color:purple'>Says you, try drinking blood of some 'dragon that's both drunk and high while you're drinking. That'll leave you seein' stars.</span> She said. Leah opened another bottle, this one had redish purple smoke frothing from it. She eyed it suspiciously, then realized the likelyhood of it killing her. Not a chance. Taking a swig she closed her eyes, it was pretty good. She looked around her, rather it would be pretty good if those people didn't have those funny little halos of light around them. <span style='color:purple'>How's that song go? Ale, ale, I drink like a whale, ale, ale, I'm the vamp, the vamp of ale?</span> She mused.
