CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Feb 14, 2021 18:07:13 GMT
Technically she’d been off an hour ago but with both Cassie and Craig seemingly occupied for the evening she’d stayed behind to lend a hand. Unpaid overtime that Eva had tried to chase her off of but Clea figured the least she could do was spread a little Valentine’s cheer around Mystic Falls while her own evening was spent solo. Everybody deserved a little nudge or a boost from cupid at this time of year.
Red candles had been slipped onto the tables. Decorations that practically dripped with hearts and flowers had been draped around every surface she could get to and in a move that was absolute genius she’d headed to the florist’s down the block. The place had been on the brink of closing – two hours later than it normally would’ve down given what day it was. Digging into her pockets she’d bought out all that they had left as the doors were closing. No single rose petal was gonna go to waste and having made two circuits of the Grill now she’d added a little cheer to every customer’s night. Cheesy but it’d put a broad grin on her face as she headed back to the counter with what was left draped on a tray.
Clea slipped behind the bar, setting the tray down. She’d add one to each tray of drinks that went out, at least until she either ran out or she trailed home for take out and slugging out on the sofa to watch a string of romcoms until both Cassie and Craig were home and she could hit the sheets in preparation for an early start in the morning.
Turning, she reached for the soda she’d set on the other side of the bar space. Well away from the reach of the customers and a thousand times less likely to be doctored by anybody who came in. She’d made that mistake once, accepting a drink from a customer who’d taken the opportunity to dose her in the hope of a snack. Clea set the glass down, raised fingers now cool and misted from the damp side of the glass and trailed them over her throat where she’d been bitten … before he’d put the band aid on her throat. Hello Kitty. She’d snorted when she’d peeled it off in the mirror that night, after she’d gotten back to the house. He’d taken care of her, she could remember that much in the strange shattered recollection she had of the night. Not much had come back since. It had remained stubbornly gone.
Him standing there at the end of the alleyway, the sway of a set of broad shoulders as he’d carried her back to his place, the warm solidity of his chest beneath her fingers as they’d slipped between the buttons of his shirt to explore. The way he’d felt against her when she’d woken up and as she sat atop him afterwards, in equal parts breathless and mortified. Little one. Clea could practically hear it now, that low rumble in her ears as her lips twitched. It wasn’t just months on end of a male-companion drought that had left her soaking up what she did remember like a sponge but maybe that had helped.
Pushing the thought of him out of her mind, she turned as there was a sound at the bar. Froze as she saw him standing there. Had it been his voice in her memory or the call of his voice over the sound of the jukebox now. The smile caught at her lips before she could dial it back, slow steps leading her to the spot in front of him. ”Hi. Can I interest you in a little of the Grill’s Valentine’s treats? We have the Heartthrob strawberry and lime daiquiri or the Tall, Dark and Devastating double espresso martini … and a major thank you to offer.” She’d said it that night hadn’t she? Her tongue hadn’t been working all the way right then and even with whatever the vampire had put in her system fading a good chunk of what had happened between them after she’d woken up had also taken on that foggy edge of doubt.
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DAMIAN
Demon
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Post by DAMIAN on Feb 15, 2021 0:17:48 GMT
| D amian couldn't deny the fact that he missed her. There was simply something about her that captured his interest and most days, he found himself thinking of her, recalling how soft her skin felt under his fingertips, how the sound of her voice was more than enough to fill his heart with warmth. The organ that had remained cold for years finally felt a hint of warmth again and it was all thanks to her. Damian had been convinced that his heart had stopped the second he died, that there was simply no room for love nor any other emotion that could make him grow weak but right now, he was convinced that he had no say in the matter. It didn't matter if he didn't want to feel anything because the second his eyes laid upon her, he felt something.Damian's hand lifted to his chest, pressing his palm where his heart was, noticing the way it started to skip a few beats just from the sight of her. "You feel it too, don't you?" Damian's question was to none other than his own little meatsuit, the man's voice hushed in his head, barely able to find the strength to say anything back to the demon that had taken his body. Like most demons, he should have killed this man, but he didn't. For some reason, he kept him alive. But it wasn't like he was making him regret doing so, most of the time, he was simply silent. It made him wonder if there was anybody truly there to begin with. Damian had decided to visit the Grill mainly because of Clea, he didn't have any other reason to go. He just wanted to see her, even if it were just from a distance so he wouldn't disturb her. But he couldn't help the small scoff that left his lips when he entered and saw the festive decoration for Valentine's day. He saw a lot of couples inside the Grill, acting all lovey dovey, enjoying the night together, exchanging soft words filled with promises and sincerity. He didn't keep looking at them for long, instead choosing to look around him, taking in the decorations. "Bloody Hell, it almost looks like Cupid threw up all over this place." Damian didn't hate it, but he didn't quite like it either. Though what he did like were the roses perching on almost every table. It was a thoughtful little touch, really. Damian should have left after that. He should have turned and headed out now that he had made sure that Clea was alright and his sister was nowhere in sight, but instead, he found himself drawing closer to her, his hands shoved casually inside the pockets of his suit trousers, his dark eyes focusing solely on the woman who had captured his interest and to his surprise, his heart also. "Little one," he called out, the music playing in the background almost swallowing his words, almost. But he knew she would be able to feel him soon enough and she proved him right when she turned and their eyes met. Once again, his heart skipped a beat and it was all from a single look. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took yet another step closer rather than away from her as he pushed that nagging voice to the back of his head. He wanted to be here for her. He wanted to be with her. Hi. Can I interest you in a little of the Grill’s Valentine’s treats? We have the Heartthrob strawberry and lime daiquiri or the Tall, Dark and Devastating double espresso martini … and a major thank you to offer.
There it was. The sound of her voice. The voice that was more than capable of making him smile as he stepped closer, slowly but surely eliminating the distance between them. "I can't help but feel quite interested in the latter," Damian picked with a grin resting on his lips. "Sounds like a lovely drink, especially with the little 'thank you' touch," Damian said in a soft voice, though there was a hint of teasing hanging onto the edge of his words which showed that he could still remember her words from back then. "What are you doing working on a day like this, little one? Has Cupid missed your heart? I hear he has quite a terrible aim, actually." The thought of her being on a date with anyone else didn't sit quite well with Damian, actually. It might sound terribly selfish but a part of him was ecstatic that she was working and not on a date with some guy who probably would never be able to satisfy her or make her feel loved like he could. "Should be a crime for someone as lovely as you are to be working on Valentine's day, truly." |
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Feb 19, 2021 13:33:55 GMT
Heat had left her cheeks burning bright every time he’d come to mind after that night. She’d practically been burning torch bright with it as she’d returned home that night, brushing fingers over the Hello Kitty band aid on her neck as she’d brushed it off on a little accident at the Grill. A slip with a knife wouldn’t have been a first, not like a vampire trying to turn her into dinner in the alleyway behind the Grill, or being carried back to a guy’s house but her … brother. The word had floated into her mind as she’d explained to the two of them and it did so again now as she stared at him across the bar. Clea felt that heat returning to her cheeks and sliding down into the pit of her stomach as her brain remembered how it had felt to be wrapped around him.
It was a grin that tugged at her lips as she approached him though, instead of the cringe that should’ve sent her scurrying for the locker room in back where she could shove her head under the cold tap until that memory was washed away. Maybe there was still a little mortification cringing in the back of his mind but as their eyes had met it slithered back down into that well hidden place where she crammed all of her insecurities. Clea drew in a breath, let it out slowly as she leaned her hips against the inner edge of the bar to fall into the spiel she’d been offering up most of the night, albeit to someone who absolutely met both of those descriptions.
The grin spread molasses slow as he drifted in, closing that gap and seeming to block out the rest of the Grill with those broad shoulders and that cut through the pulse and crash of the Four Tops’ ‘Sugar Pie Honey Bun’ from the jukebox. ”It’s been pretty popular tonight,” Clea admitted, reaching for the cocktail shaker next to her, although she only toyed with the top of it instead of immediately grabbing it and pulling away to pour the liquor and ice into it. ”I guess everybody needs a little Tall, Dark and Devastating tonight.” Although not many had it in human form. Those that didn’t, she imagined, not actually tearing her eyes away from him, were fixated on the personification of it who’d just slipped into the place.
Thank you touch? For a moment she was blanking on it, staring at him before it struck her that he wasn’t referring to the roses she’d been adding around the place. Clea chuckled ruefully, the heat in her cheeks rising just a little higher as she did step back to heat a shot of espresso on the coffee machine. ”Somebody’s gotta slave away to make sure everybody else is feeling the love,” she explained, snagging one of the roses she’d set aside to hand to him. Her teeth nipped at her lower lip as she passed it over and grabbed for the bottle of vodka to keep her hands occupied. ”His aim has definitely been off with me for a while but it’s OK, there’s an order of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and a bottle of wine with far better aim coming my way tonight.” She probably could’ve grabbed something from the Grill and taken it home but there was an added sadness to that she didn’t want for the night.
Clea looked down as she measured the vodka and a shot of coffee liqueur into the shake. r, blue eyes flicking back up to him as she added the ice. Her smile turned rueful, the complimenting stoking that heat in the pit of her stomach that had burst into flame when he’d appeared. ”Technically I’m no longer on the clock,” she admitted. Catching the tip of her tongue between her teeth she stepped back for the shot of espresso, pouring it in on top of the other ingredients. ”I finished an hour ago but I figured I’d lend a hand since I was flying solo tonight. What’s better than getting to play cupid for others? I’m surprised you’re alone here too…” Her gaze cut around him as she lifted the shaker to rattle it with a practiced flick of her wrist. At least she’d presumed he was alone
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Feb 19, 2021 17:57:59 GMT
| I t’s been pretty popular tonight, I guess everybody needs a little Tall, Dark and Devastating tonight.
Damian nodded his head in agreement with that because the bar definitely looked busy. "It's quite stuffy in here, yes. Never knew there were so many lovebirds in town. I always thought it was filled with boring little virgins. Guess I couldn't have been more wrong," Damian teased with a crooked smile resting on his lips as he drew closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that pushed him closer and closer to Clea, closing the distance between them. Well, he would have, if it weren't for the annoying presence of the bar in-between. Damian snickered at her next words before he did a quick look around him as if trying to see if there were any volunteers before his eyes relaxed back on Clea. "Well then, in that case..." Damian unbuttoned his suit jacket, the single button holding it together which revealed the vest underneath, his posture was casual but it still radiated confidence and mystery. "There's plenty of this Tall, Dark and Devastating drink to go 'round," he teased with a little smirk resting on his lips, although the only one he wanted was standing right before him. No one else stood out to him. Just her. Her beauty, the sound of her voice, and the way she looked at him. It was all so unbelievably addicting. "Joking. There's only enough for one person and I will let you guess just who that person might be," Somebody’s gotta slave away to make sure everybody else is feeling the love, His aim has definitely been off with me for a while but it’s OK, there’s an order of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and a bottle of wine with far better aim coming my way tonight.
Damian frowned slightly at her words, his head tilted slightly to the side. "And why does that somebody have to be you? If I do have a say myself, the whole world should be slaving away to make sure you are feeling the love, little one." Damian's words lacked any mocking or hint of teasing in it. It was serious, because he was. Though his expressed eased when Clea handed him a rose which put a smile on his lips as he reached out to grasp it from her hand. "Thank you, little one. This is quite pretty. I was never one for roses and the sentiment behind it, but since it's from you, I'll cherish it quite well." The pad of his thumb traced almost delicately over the petal of the rose in his hold, a gentle smile resting on his lips before his attention drifted up to settle on Clea, listening to her as she explained how she was going to spend the night. "No offense, little one, but you're the oldest young person I know." Damian shook his head in disapproval before his tongue ran over his bottom lip. Technically I’m no longer on the clock, I finished an hour ago but I figured I’d lend a hand since I was flying solo tonight. What’s better than getting to play cupid for others? I’m surprised you’re alone here too…
Damian quirked an eyebrow at that when Clea revealed that she was technically no longer on the clock. It seemed to spark an idea behind mischievous dark eyes as he released a small hum. "I'm not alone," he said with a confident little smile on his lips. "I have you, don't I?' There was a devilish smirk resting on his lips as he said that, his eyes focused solely on the younger, watching her like a predator would watch its prey. Devil, she was so stunning, wasn't she? "And I'm here to take you on a proper date as you little humans like to call it. There is no way in Hell you're spending it serving people or eating the night away. I simply will not allow it. So what do you say, little one? Up for a night you won't forget?' |
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Mar 1, 2021 19:54:16 GMT
Blue eyes drifted from him, over Damian’s shoulder to the crowds that were still packing out the tables. The Grill was busy on a good night, tonight it was definitely standing room only. Not many singles, mostly couples looking to celebrate the night for love with the best the Mystic Grill had to offer. A chuckle rolled from Clea as she looked back at him, her chin dipping slightly as her brows arched. ”Trust me, come around on a Saturday night and you’ll feel even more wrong. This place practically whiffs of love then.” Well, of variations on it at least. The softer stuff between those who’d been together for years, the spicy stuff of new couples or of possible couples to be, some of whom wouldn’t even make the Sunday morning. From this side of the bar she’d seen it all and most of the time had then trundled home all alone.
At times that hadn’t felt so lonely but after the other night when she’d woken up wrapped around him … and tonight, she was feeling it deep in her bones. Clea tried to ignore the feeling as she watched him glance around, her grin flashing brighter as he glanced around himself. Her own eyes followed the shift of his hands, those deft fingers working the buttons, almost like she had done … oh lord. That heat burned brighter in her face. She hoped she could blame it on the steam from the coffee machine as she prepped his drink. ”If you say cupid himself I’m gonna be disappointed,” she teased, suddenly playing coy as she looked at him from under her lashes. ”I’d say he’s got more enough of that already and he needs to learn to share with the less fortunate.” Clea was swallowing hard though, her eyes ticking from his smirking lips up to his eyes.
He was a big guy, had been when she’d draped herself over him that night. Damian … that was his name, she remembered … had carried her through the town as though she weighed nothing. Even now he was looming over her on the other side of the bar, in the best sort of way. She was practically looking up into those dark eyes, chin tipped up, to keep their glances locked as she slid oneo f theroses to him. Clea shrugged as she drew her hand back, smiling before she bit down on her lip. ”I like playing cupid and when you’re flying solo I guess it’s better than dwelling on the fact that you’re single.” Oh he was a charmer, it had made the embarrassment a little easier last time, the heat in the pit of her stomach hotter this time. Little one. There was something about the pet name that sent a shiver down her spine. ”It’s a day for sentimentality, at least in my book.” He was keeping it and it didn’t sound like a lie either. That rose wasn’t going to end up in the nearest trash can.
Clea’s mouth fell open at his disapproval. She set the bottle of vodka down and gently whapped him with the towel she had hanging next to her. Her eyes went wide, a snort rolling out of her as she put the towel down again. ”And there I was thinking it was going to be all heart melting compliments from you.” She laughed breathlessly, shaking her head. ”There’s nothing wrong with some good food and some self care.” Maybe with an entire bottle of wine to herself but there wasn’t anybody at home to tell her off for that. Once she was done here she’d just go home and indulge. Aching feet up on the coffee table and something sappy on TV.
Tilting her head, she smirked at him. Technically he was write, he did have her for now and she had him. At least for as long she ended up sticking around. ”You do,” she said sweetly. Clea shook his drink with ease, the ice rattling in the shaker as she leaned against the bar, watching him watch her. There should’ve been a little voice in the back of her head saying run with him looking like that but she was caught in those dark eyes like a spider’s web instead. ”You want to save me from myself for tonight?” she asked. Laughing softly, she cracked open the shaker and strained the cocktail into a Martini glass. Dropping a few roasted coffee beans on top of the drink Clea pushed it across the bar and eyed him. She drew in a slow breath, let it out again before she reached behind herself. ”I’d say you don’t have to, but… as you won’t allow me to revel in my old lady night. I say drink up. What sort of night in Mystic Falls is gonna be entirely unforgettable?” Clea reached behind herself to untie her apron. Any one with him in it … that didn’t involve mind altering things … she’d bet.
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Jun 30, 2021 21:38:29 GMT
| T rust me, come around on a Saturday night and you’ll feel even more wrong. This place practically whiffs of love then.
Damian let out a chuckle at Clea's words and almost effortlessly, he found himself imagining how this bar truly looks on Saturday nights and it was not a nice image. In fact, it made his nose wrinkle in disgust shortly after his laugh had died off. "I will be sure to stop by with nose plugs in. Too much love in the air can truly be sickening. Unless it's coming from the two of us, then it won't be as sickening. If anything, it would be quite nice." There was a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. If you say cupid himself I’m gonna be disappointed, I’d say he’s got more enough of that already and he needs to learn to share with the less fortunate.
Damian made a face when Clea's guess went straight to Cupid himself which made him instantly shake his head. "No! No, not Cupid. I've heard that he's actually naked all the time and quite the hugger, so no. Absolutely not." Damian shook his head with a disgusted look on his face as if he could imagine how it would feel to hug a strange naked man close to himself. "It's you, Clea. You're the one I'm talking about." His tone lacked the usual teasing and he knew that he wasn't lying either. Clea was changing him and while the matter scared him to the bones, he did not want to put any distance between himself and Clea. He wanted to stay by her side for as long as she'll allow him. I like playing cupid and when you’re flying solo I guess it’s better than dwelling on the fact that you’re single. It’s a day for sentimentality, at least in my book.
Damian released a small hum, still surprised by the fact that someone as beautiful as Clea was flying solo in the first place. Was the town filled by blind folks? How could they allow such a thing to happen? It was blasphemy at this point. But then again, he was selfishly glad that Clea was single because then, he had a chance to settle in her heart cross-legged. "I understand, little one. I am sorry, though. You deserve to be treated quite well, like a princess. You deserve to be showered with compliments every single hour of the day and I am certain that you deserve to be taken on a proper date on Valentine's Day." Damian's lips stretched to form a small smile, his dark eyes focused solely on Clea. That was exactly what he was planning on doing. "Ah, yes. It is." Everyone was being quite sentimental today and it seemed like it was rubbing off on him as well. He brushed his thumb against the petal of the rose, his heart skipping a beat which made him frown in confusion as he looked down at his own chest, his hand momentarily leaving the rose to settle upon his own heart, noticing how fast it was beating. How strange. Damian lowered his hand shortly after and dismissed the feeling so he could focus on Clea once more. And there I was thinking it was going to be all heart melting compliments from you. There’s nothing wrong with some good food and some self care.
Damian made a noise of pain when Clea hit him with the towel, his hand moving up to soothe the spot as if it had actually hurt him. "Ow, now that's not very sentimental of you, Clea." He teased with a grin forming on his lips shortly after. "Look, something had to be said. Your state is quite dire, you know." Damian clicked his tongue like a disappointed parent. "That is true, I must admit. But c'mon, love. You are far too gorgeous to be spending Valentine's day in your home eating your feelings away." Damian's voice was rather soft as he spoke, his eyes relaxing upon Clea once more. You do, You want to save me from myself for tonight? I’d say you don’t have to, but… as you won’t allow me to revel in my old lady night. I say drink up. What sort of night in Mystic Falls is gonna be entirely unforgettable?
Damian's eyes softened at Clea's words, the sweetness of her voice doing things to him. It made him feel quite happy, actually. "I do, if you'll allow me, little one." Damian said with a gentle smile resting on his lips. "Hm, well, I don't want to toot my own horn, but any night that involves me would be entirely unforgettable." Damian teased with a grin resting on his lips as he lifted his drink up to his lips to take a quick sip, humming in delight at the taste of it. "You're quite the bartender, little one. This is quite delicious." He complimented as he lifted the drink up to his lips a second time, savoring the taste. "Have you eaten yet, love? We could perhaps go to a restaurant? Or, if you would like to do something fun, we could go to a club? I have a feeling you haven't been to a club in quite some time. Am I wrong?" Damian questioned with a slight tilt of his head following as he lifted his drink up to his lips to take yet another sip before placing it down, his thumb tracing circles over the rim of the glass. "But, I do not want to make you uncomfortable, so if you truly do prefer to stay at home, we could find something fun to do there, I'm sure." The smirk that formed on his lips was nothing short of wicked as a spark of mischief became apparent in his eyes. It was entirely up to Clea what she wanted to do tonight. |
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Jul 23, 2021 19:34:07 GMT
Cupid in a skinny blonde’s body. It was a description Clea had found herself tossing at the disbelieving before. She’d played the psychic card with the crowds on and off since the first she’d ever tended bar, not revealing often that what she said of her customers was never anything good. She could joke about knowing they’d find love that night but when she hit the sheets, exhausted by the lies and the late shift, it was their death she’d see instead. Gutting if she couldn’t stop it, the love that might’ve blossomed some way wasted by one of the nightmares that walked this world. Yet … she was still a romantic, unable to cast off the belief that some would find what she promised.
No amount of ‘yuck’ from this one would dissuade her from the thought. Clea pursed her lips, amused as she shook her head. He could play a good game but there had been enough affection there in what she did remember of his tending to her that night that Clea knew he wasn’t as down on the whole thing as he was saying. She clucked her tongue, pretending to narrow her eyes at him. ”So down on everybody else’s love then?” A shake of her head as though she were disappointed even as that heat crept up her throat.
Love hadn’t been in the air for her … maybe not ever in the non-platonic sense. She had people in her life she loved but there hadn’t been one she’d been in love with, none who had charmed her close enough. Although Damien was certainly trying and he wasn’t exactly failing. Just watching his hands had left heat rising into her cheeks. Her lips curled all the same, one brow winging with the smirk. ”Now, that doesn’t sound bad to me. I’m pretty sure there are plenty of single women in town who wouldn’t mind a little snuggle time with the big man himself.” Especially on a night like tonight. Her throat worked as he corrected her anyway, her hand peeling away from the cup for a moment to rub at her chest. ”I guess I should consider myself the lucky one then.” It had felt that way as she’d gotten herself home from his house the other night, bits and pieces of what had happened all she could bring together, the picture they created terrifying.
Who knew if it would’ve been different if she’d had someone out there. Someone to lurk at the bar, keeping her company on those long evening shifts, someone who would’ve intervened when the vampire had done whatever she’d done to her drink. Someone like Damien, who had stopped his sister from draining her. A shudder ran down her spine lightning quick as she passed a rose across the bar to him. ”Keep that up and my ego’s gonna be too big to even get in the door here,” she warned. Lips pursed, she felt that heat try and burn brighter, what people deserved so rarely seemed to come into things. ”Well, until someone shows up to do that, I’ll make everybody else’s just that little more special.” At the rate he was going that’d only be for a few minutes more. Those long fingers were at work again, his thumb brushing over the rose before he frowned. Was he more sentimental than he looked? Maybe. Or there was something else going on that was still lurking in those Swiss cheese holes left in her memory by his sister.
Green eyes latched onto the hand he’d pressed against his chest, only snapping back up when he shocked her and she ended up snapping the towel at him. It earned her a pained little noise but she only mock scowled at him, knowing it hadn’t hurt a bit. ”I’m the most sentimental woman in the place,” she chided, knowing she hadn’t left it looking that way. ”You’re making it sound like being single’s a death sentence. It’s not that bad you know … oh, there’s the compliment, straight from the lips of a man who’s twice as pretty as I’ll ever be.” He knew it too. Damien was far too shrewd not to. He went straight fore the heart of what she’d said too. Pressing her lips together, Clea curled her hands around the bar and dropped her head. This wasn’t going to stop unless she agreed to let him take her out.
That soft little plea was doing more to get her to cave than the down with love start to things had. She had to bite back the agreement as she laughed, focusing on getting his drink into the glass she’d set down. Tilting her head, Clea met his eye again, unable to argue with that. ”Oh trust me, that much I know. I’m guessing there were things that happened that night that went beyond what you actually filled me in on?” She’d been too embarrassed to pick through his story then, waking up draped over him enough to make her want to scurry away from cheeks burning.
She swallowed now, wondering whether she should poor herself something cold to gulp down before she gave in. Anything to quench that fire in her cheeks. Clea took a half bow instead, setting the cocktail shaker aside for cleaning. ”What can I say, I’m a great bartender.” And a woman who had enjoyed the compliments to boot. Maybe that was a weakness but a sweep of her eyes around the room had her realising that he had already saved her from herself tonight. ”You’re not wrong,” she admitted. ”I had a little something earlier, enough to tide me over.” Clea let out a long breath, had her head held up with pride for just a heartbeat before she was stripping off her apron and tucking it under the bar. Weak as hell but not too proud to admit it.
Circling the bar, she rolled her eyes at him, already reaching out to nudge the glass out of his reach. There was a chance this would come and bite her on the ass later but honestly, it couldn’t end up much worse than the last time and she’d survived that. ”Forget home. You’re not making me uncomfortable, you’re tempting me and I’ve never been good with avoiding that. I’m sure you could find fun just about anywhere … surprise me …” She offered her hand, a glint in her own eyes that was approaching a dare. She’d always been willing to drag others well over that line with her and damn the consequences.
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Nov 21, 2021 15:57:39 GMT
| S o down on everybody else’s love then?
Damian's lips formed into a grin at that, his shoulders lifting and dropping into a quick shrug. He couldn't care less about other people's love life, as long as his own was flourishing quite well. Damian had always been a romantic individual, even as if a human. Back then, he was truly hopeless, quick to catch feelings for any lady that looked his way for longer than two seconds, it wouldn't take long for her initials to be carved into his heart. But ever since he became a demon, it wasn't easy for him to experience that feeling again, up until he saw Clea, that is. She brought a whole new side out of him and as much as it excited him, it also seemed to scare him quite a bit. Now, that doesn’t sound bad to me. I’m pretty sure there are plenty of single women in town who wouldn’t mind a little snuggle time with the big man himself. I guess I should consider myself the lucky one then.
Damian narrowed his eyes at that, unable to hold back the look of disgust that seemed to momentarily cover his features. "I guess you are right, but as long as he stays six feet away from you, all will be good. He can have the other ladies for all I care." Damian wrinkled his nose, disturbed by the image of the Cupid going anywhere near Clea. Though that look didn't last long as it soon turned into something else, a grin already forming on his lips as his dark eyes found Clea's once again. "Well then, I guess you should." He playfully nudged her with his shoulder, his grin still locked on his lips. "My time is priceless, as you may know. So you are indeed quite lucky." He teased in a light-hearted manner. Keep that up and my ego’s gonna be too big to even get in the door here, Well, until someone shows up to do that, I’ll make everybody else’s just that little more special.
Damian let out a chuckle at that, the image that displayed in his mind was a funny one of Clea attempting to get past a door with an enormous head. "I couldn't help it. Plus, I have a feeling your ego doesn't get stroked often, so I had to do something about it." It didn't take long for a small smirk to tug at the corner of his lips, his eyes still focused solely on her and he doubted he'd ever find anything as interesting as her to look at. "How very kind of you. But unfortunately for them, that special treatment has only a few minutes left in it because I do plan on becoming that someone for you." For a moment, that facade of burning confidence seemed to waver as his eyes were soon filled with a new emotion. Uncertainty. "If you will have me, that is." He added a moment later, attempting to play off that uncertainty with a coy smile and an innocent look that did not match the aura that seemed to ooze from his tall figure. I’m the most sentimental woman in the place, You’re making it sound like being single’s a death sentence. It’s not that bad you know … oh, there’s the compliment, straight from the lips of a man who’s twice as pretty as I’ll ever be.
"Oh, yes, you're practically oozing with it." The sarcasm was evident in his tone, but maybe he also believed that bit. She seemed like a sentimental person and it was quite nice, actually. She reminded him so much of himself when he was still a human. She was just ... wonderful. Damian's brows quirked up at Clea's compliment before his lips stretched into a grin. "Oh, now you are flaring up my ego." There was a chuckle that escaped his lips shortly after. "Quite the charmer, aren't you?" Consider him charmed already. Oh trust me, that much I know. I’m guessing there were things that happened that night that went beyond what you actually filled me in on? Oh trust me, that much I know. I’m guessing there were things that happened that night that went beyond what you actually filled me in on? What can I say, I’m a great bartender. You’re not wrong, I had a little something earlier, enough to tide me over.
"Maybe." There was a glint in his eyes, a dangerous little spark. "But where is the fun in telling you all about it now, hm?" Damian wriggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner before his attention soon turned to the glass in his hand, bringing it up to his lips to take a much-needed sip, letting out an amazed hum at the taste that resided on his tongue long after swallowing. "That you are, little one. That you are." He agreed, shamelessly stroking her ego some more. Damian released a small hum when Clea confirmed his suspicion. "Your situation is dire." He teased with a chuckle following. He seemed pleased to know that Clea had eaten something earlier, the thought of her working on an empty stomach seemed to truly upset him. "Very good." Came the praise not long after. He watched with a curious look on his face as Clea took off the apron and circled the bar to reach him. He turned slightly so he could face her better. Forget home. You’re not making me uncomfortable, you’re tempting me and I’ve never been good with avoiding that. I’m sure you could find fun just about anywhere … surprise me …
Damian's lips stretched into a grin slowly, looking quite proud of Clea for choosing to have fun. "You continue to surprise me." A part of him thought she was the good type of person, the one to never break any rules, to keep her temptations in check, but she was quickly proving him wrong. She was truly an enigma to Damian and it made him even more interested. "Very well, then. But do tell me whenever you wish to go home." Such a gentleman, wasn't he? It was surprising how he still managed to hold onto that side of him even after spending what felt like eons in Hell. Damian stood up from his seat and held out his hand for Clea to take. He decided that the first stop would be a club. It didn't seem like a bad idea and it would help them loosen up and enjoy the night some more. The night itself was still young, so he was certain he could come up with something else to do after that. So, with that plan in mind, he began leading her out of the Grill. On the way to the club, he noticed a few people holding a large teddy bear and it seemed a little too big for most of them, he wondered if that was the new norm for Valentine's Day. "Would you like one of those?" Damian questioned in a curious voice, devoid of any judgment, surprisingly enough. "It does seem rather cute, actually. Perhaps I could get you one along with a box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. What do you say?" |
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 320
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:58:46 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Dec 26, 2021 18:53:24 GMT
It wasn’t quite peeing around the bar to mark his territory but there was a measure of possessive there that usually would’ve had Clea patting a handsome cheek and sending them on their way. There wasn’t a ring on her finger, not even a number in her phone – they hadn’t gotten that far with their exchange after she’d woken up practically sprawled on top of him – but he’d protected her once and under the very definite attraction on her part there was definitely that innate gratitude. Damian had saved her, Clea had no doubts about that, and he’d taken care of her afterwards. Shining armour gleaming around the man whether it just happened to be covered with that coat of accented cynicism he wrapped around himself.
She couldn’t help the chuckle that rolled out of her as that look of disgust hit him. Clea’s hand dropped away from her chest and she patted his hand lightly. A reassurance that she wasn’t gonna get hit with one of cupid’s arrows and run away for a quick Vegas wedding with the big man himself. ”Don’t worry, one look at that face and I think he’ll be heading for greener pastures,” she promised. The chuckle settled into a crooked smile, her heart taking a hop, skip and jump into her throat as his dark eyes locked onto hers. ”I won’t count my blessings,” she promised. Years of them had come her way and she’d learned not to look those gift horses in the mouth. Tragedy could be just around the corner in anybody’s life and it was a miracle she’d somehow skipped through it all so far without a scratch on her.
There’d been that band aid though. Her fingers rose to where it had been and rubbed lightly. The wounds in her throat were already gone. Damian had patched her up then and it looked like he was trying to do it again. Her hand lifted from the rose and pressed to the base of her throat. ”Bold of you think so,” Clea rasped at him. ”Looks like you’re ego fluffer and my Valentine’s Day fairy godfather tonight. It’s one hell of a combination.” One that, it seemed, was irresistible. For just a moment she stared at him, blue eyes narrowing as she studied him and the change that came over those dark eyes. It wasn’t like she’d been about to turn him down and shove him out the door but now her throat was feeling a little thick, despite the coy smile he was pasting on. ”I’ll have you,” she promised. And didn’t she feel a little breathless at that. What the hell had happened when she was out before to make her like this?
At least it wasn’t long before he’d distracted her from it, his sarcasm and teasing leaving her taking that playful little swipe at him with the towel. Her mock scowl broke quickly at the quirk of his brows. ”Me the charmer?” Clea asked. She cackled with laughter, clutching the towel against her chest. ”Says the man who’s buttered my ego up like a turkey.” Clucking her tongue, Clea dropped the towel to the top of the bar, knowing that most of his resistance to this man was already gone. He was a magician, whipping all road blocks away the same way he’d done the pain the last time. Her eyes fixed on his fingers and then trailed up him. Those hands had been gentle at her throat, warm as they’d carried her back. Gentlemanly when she’d been at her most vulnerable.
Christ.
Maybe she didn’t want to know what had happened then, maybe she did. It was a knife’s edge that she was balancing on here. Clea huffed out a little breath, at least semi-relieved that he was considering what had happened then fun, instead of his eyes filling with a sort of dread that would terrify her. Reaching across the bar, she squeezed his arm gratefully. Let it be a secret then, better to imagine getting up close and personal while she’d been draped over him like a blanket than anything worse. ”You’re not pulling any punches, are you?” she asked with a grin. He’d landed a fair few while he’d been sitting there. Enough that she had to have been punch drunk – it was the only explanation for stripping off her apron and agreeing to tonight.
Spreading her arms slightly, Clea bowed at Damian as he told her she’d surprised him. Her mouth twisted into a wry grin. For months she’d held back on this side of things. Between the dreams and trying to get a life settled here in a way that would’ve made all of her parents happy, there hadn’t been much time to indulge herself. It shouldn’t have to come to a tall, dark, handsome almost stranger to make that happen. ”And if it ends up I don’t want to go home?” she asked, winging a brow. Oh and wasn’t that ballsy. Well, he had said she continued to surprise him.
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation before she reached took his hand. Fingers feeling tiny in the grip of his, heat radiating through her palm as she allowed him to tow her out. The square was buzzing with life, people walking past, most definitely having felt the prick of cupid’s bows. Clea let her eyes tick up to Damian’s profile from time to time, her grin growing as she caught him looking at the teddies. ”You’re going all out, huh?” she asked. Chuckling, she eyed one of the bears. ”It’s probably as big as I am …” Her teeth were sinking into her lip as she nodded up at him though. ”A deal, if you’ll drink the wine and eat the chocolates with me?” Twisting slightly, she narrowed her eyes at him and held out the pinky of her other hand for the two of them to make the promise on. She was already close to the door of the club now, her hips starting a slow tick to the music that poured out, the hand that was still in his drawing him in, regardless of their position in the middle of the street.
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