Melancholy and cold tea

[Robyn]

The teapot was deadly silent. It was empty. No staff or customers. The closed sigh hanging on the door was an ominous warning to any who taught of entering. For once the door opened the dark waves of depression and melancholy would devour the intruder to the core. In his private chamber which often would be alit with flirtatious giggles, sensual moans and primal grunts was quiet bar. All bar the chilling noise of fingers drumming on the table. At his tea table sat the clubs ruthless yet flaming owner. Hunched over staring into the depths of the murky brown liquid inside the tea cup. The liquid had gone cold hours ago after Reaver had in a fit of rage shot the air several times and cleared his club of all living people before he slumped down and let his thoughts run wild.

Something was wrong with the homunculus who lived his life wild and enjoyed it. Right now he was lost in the memories of before he was granted immortal youth. Staring down at his hand he gave a sad smile. How long had it been since he had been Harold Swinford. Back to when he was a mere commoner who no one knew. How he had raised to high society on mere charm and looks. Oh what a vain world society is. Anyone can be accepted if they are pretty. He chuckled bitterly. Dumb and beautiful is normally a harmless concoction to allow to rise into a sense of power that high society gave. But when they let him in. He was something new…something deadly he was clever ,sly and beautiful. But he had a ticking clock. Cancer…enough bitter laugh escaped his lips. He had taken that bitch to town and back. He gave a dark laugh as he felt his grip on sanity slip. Oh Sophia…. How he had used her to trick the god’s themselves. He gave a soft breath after his insane fit had passed sitting back in a more Reaverish pose. This world was his toy to play with and he was just wondering what his next move was.

[Xan]

Xanthus Icarus walked down the streets of Central whilst the sun was setting in the background, creating a dazzling red light that lit up the buildings around him. However, the light was simply absorbed by his outfit; an all black ensemble that included a black suit with eight silver circles that reflected the blazing red of the sun, a white shirt underneath that was also supporting a black tie with a white stripe down the middle, black slacks that ended upon equally black socks, and gloves and shoes that were both jet black and shined whatever light was not absorbed by their color.

The very nicely dressed Ishvalan walked right up to the cosy looking little shop and chuckled. He had to admit that had today been an ordinary day, he would have passed by the place without a second glance. However, he had been here before and knew a certain secret that allowed him to see past the illusion that the shop created; he knew the place for what it truly was.

Turning on his heels, he walked down the alleyway and up to a hidden door that he opened wide. His perfect smile was brilliant as he walked into the club. The smile however quickly became a confused scowl as he looked around. Apparently there had recently been a party going on; one that had ended rather quickly. Pride sighed as his eyes turned a more violet hue and his pupils became slits rather than their usual circles. The Homunculus could simply sense Wraths' presence in the club, not that he had even needed to check. He sighed as he looked around the club, taking a guess about what had transpired some time before his arrival.

Xanthus let himself into Reaver's private chamber, remembering the way to the door and finding it surprisingly open-able. However, knowing Reaver's penchant for shooting anyone unfortunate enough to catch him unawares (or even totally awares), Xan braced himself to dodge a bullet, or to diminish the pain in case he was unable to emulate a stunt normally seen in the movies.

"Hey Reaver, it's me: Xanthus Icarus. Do you mind not shooting me?"

Xan spoke in a slightly joking tone, but the request was not quite a joke. After all, just because he couldn't die didn't mean that he liked to get shot.

[Robyn]

Reaver was well aware of the approaching homunculus before the other announced himself. Looking up rather pitifully from his tea table he waved his hand lazily. “Oh come in duckie…” He said surprised at the rather depressed tone of his voice. Perhaps he was getting bored of how repetitive his life was getting. It was the same old routine day in day out.

Wake up in bed with multiple partners. Have an fun time with them. Have breakfast and shoot an employee. Be fabulous. More sex. Be fabulous. Have tea. Have more sex. Shoot someone else. And so forth and so forth. It wasn’t even an challenge anymore. No one dared face him and his bed partners where getting more and more boring.

He was tempted to head to the bar to getting something stronger to drown himself in. He stood slowly feeling an old creak from sitting in the same position for so long. Scooping red rum off the table and holstering the pistol with more love then one man should have for a gun and gripping the handle of swagger stick he tapped over to Xan giving the homunculus a sultry glance. “So Duckie…what brings you here today.” he said caressing his chest as he passed. Swinging his hips as he headed to the bar grabbing a bottle of wine and raising it. “Cheers.” Chuckling darkly he tipped the bottle up to his lips and gulped deeply.

[Jay Furor]

Jay was bored and wandering through Central once again. It seemed nowadays she never slept, taking maybe two or three cat naps a week, nothing more. Somehow, Jay thrived on that alone. But at any rate, she was looking for a NON alcoholic area, because for the past 4 nights or so, she couldn't even remember how wasted she had been, let alone what she'd DONE while wasted. So now, she was looking for a nice little eatery or shop or someplace nice and quiet where she could enjoy a nice meal or something. And then it was that she'd stumbled upon it: A place with a sign saying it was the Teapot. It seemed nice, and Jay made a few rough mathematical equations and added 2 and 2 together to figure out that it most likely served tea. So she walked in and saw an unfamiliar face as well as a familiar face: One she'd met in Xerxes and sprung from jail, which she qualified as being best friends. She smiled and gave a wave to Xan. "Hey, Xan! Long time no see. Not interrupting anything, am I?" She nodded at Reaver, as she walked a little closer, since she didn't want to intrude on a conversation or anything. But if she did, she would probably just go right ahead and talk, so either way...

[Xan]

Xanthus relaxed when he realized that he was not going to be shot in the head or other, more unfortunate and unpleasant areas. “Oh come in duckie…” Hmm...? Reaver sounded...depressed? That thought had to take a moment to sink in. Reaver, the owner of the Teapot, secretly possessor of the spirit of Wrath, the flamboyant and sex-crazed lover of all things fun in the world...was depressed. That made the Colonel suddenly concerned about the other man in the private area of the club.

After the thought had a moment to sink in that such a man as Reaver could even get in such a mood, Xan noticed Reaver get up and walk past him, caressing his chest as he went past. Well, even a depressed Reaver was still Reaver it seemed. That thought made Xan feel better; at least the other Homunculus was feeling well enough to attempt mild flirtation.

“So Duckie…what brings you here today.” Indeed, what did bring him here today? Really, it was nothing, just an impulse to party, see his favorite incarnation of Wrath, maybe have a little fun...However, Xan was not about to tell Reaver that, at least, not this time around. "Oh you know, I just happened to be walking around the streets of Central and I thought that I'd drop by. Check on the club and yourself. Perhaps I was planning to bathe myself in wine and other debaucheries."

Pride took a few steps forward and lightly took the bottle of wine from Reaver, mimicking the other Homunculus. "Cheers indeed. What's wrong? You don't sound like your usual self." Xan took a swig of wine and handed the bottle back to Reaver, but not after taking a moment to savor the taste.

Just then, a most unexpected voice sounded from the doorway. "Hey, Xan! Long time no see. Not interrupting anything, am I?" Xan looked up from the bottle and Reaver to look at the new comer with a slightly surprised look on his face. "Jay? Jay Furor? Huh, what an unexpected surprise. Are you interrupting something..?"

Xan looked from Jay to Reaver with an unspoken question in his eyes. Is she interrupting something?

[Robyn]

Reaver gave a slight noise as his wine was taken, though watching Xan drink it he felt the urge to lick… he let his mind come to a screaming halt as someone else entered the club. He gave a look to her frowning. She clearly knew Xan and now the attention was divided. Something he hated was having to share attention with anyone. He was a diva after all. He was going to answer All of Xan’s questions but now he didn’t feel like it. He tapped his cane sharply.

“Welcome my dear but I am afraid that we are closed.” He said rather rudely but hey his mood was snippy and seeing she was a friend of Xan’s he couldn’t shoot her…well he could but then that would lower the chances of any possible later activities. Also he had just cleaned red rum…and the cleaner for the carpets was gone…or dead…he had forgotten. He shrugged uncaringly at the pair downing more wine down his gullet. He was morning the eternity he had stuck in a tiring routine. What a waste of his skills running a stupid club for married men and desperate virgins to get there jollies from. He hummed a tune from his home land as he sat on a bar stool. “I suppose…it could be a private party… but I’m afraid the do is….err.” He stole a glance toward the music system spotting a foot and a pool of blood. “ incapacitated currently.”

[Jay Furor]

Jay smiled and obviously, took Reaver's answer as a yes. Whether or not he wanted her there, she didn't feel like leaving and therefoire walked over and sat down near Xan and Reaver. "Thanks man, you're a real life saver. I was bored until I saw this place, and Xan. By the way, I'm Jay. Pleasure." She smiled politely at Reaver before searching for a nice cup of tea. Not searching hard enough anyways, she found none and instead found a bottle of wine nearby. Ah well, she would just have to drink lighter than normaql, to not get drunk. She took a little swig of it from the bottle before setting it down in front of her. "So. How's life?" She smiled at them, not really caring whether or not they were listening, but just talking to be talking, and maybe out of boredom and a little lonelines.
(~(Meh, sorry for the shortie. Not feeling very writery today. xP Uber Brainnblockage...)~)

[Xan]

And, as should have been obvious beforehand, the answer to Xan's unspoken question was yes, yes she was interrupting something. Ah well, perhaps there would be time sometime in the near future to talk...privately with Reaver. “Welcome my dear but I am afraid that we are closed.” Xan couldn't resist a sigh; even though Reaver had just said that, the chances of Jay actually leaving were slim to none, it just was not in her to take subtle (or even not so subtle) hints.

Sure enough, Jay waltzed right in and sat down, taking a swig of the wine bottle from her seat. Under normal circumstances, Reaver would have shot someone (or multiple someones) for far less, but apparently he just did not have the will to fire right at the moment. Sneaking a peek to the direction that Reaver was looking, Xan noted that apparently Reaver had at some point in the day been in a firing mood.

"Nah, it's fine Reaver. We can go without music this time. Xan spoke in a mildly amused tone of voice, almost as though he were half-heartedly poking fun at Reaver. Which he might have been. Reaching across the bar, Xan brought out some wine glasses and poured the remaining wine in the bottle evenly between the three. He reverently lifted up his glass in a toast fashion, muttering "Cheers" yet again before sipping from the glass.

Placing it back on the bar, Xan looked back at Jay for a moment to answer her question. Well, he waved his arm dismissively at any rate.

[Robyn]

He gave a huff. How rude of some people. Intruding on closed places was his thing. Not only that but she had the cheek to help herself to his wine. Wine that was aged and expensive. He Growled slightly and his eye twitched in an almost painful manor. Lifting swagger stick he banged it in front of her. Letting the sharp edge clang and ring against the metal of the bar. “Though I claim this to be a party Sweetie.“ He said in a voice full of venom. “Your tab for drinks just started at $50 for a glass of Wine.“ He removed the stick from the counter and sat back. He gently took the glass from the counter that Xan had kindly poured for him not minding as his hand brushed the other homunculus openly.

He tipped his hat and smiled. “Cheers.” and tipped the glass back before happily refilling it. Her sat back almost cockily. Yes this was his territory and he was of course the top diva in this room. The world was his.

[Jay Furor]

Jay had already just about drained her bottle by the time a cane smacked right down in front of her. The nerve of some people! All SHE did was intrude on his privacy and steal his wine! But she didn't care, as she was having fun. And although he was Cretarian, his connection with Xan kept her sword at her back. But now that Jay had realized his nationality, she would have to watch him. She never trusted Creta, or it's people. But he seemed very straightforward. So she decided to do what she did best and respond Jayishly. "50? Well, if that's a bottle of wine, I'll be paying about 200 before the night's over with." She smiled at him, also cockily. It seemed he was trying to be the king of his own establishment. Jay would not allow it. This was HER domain, no matter how much it was not so, and she would RULE IT. Then Xan raised a toast and Jay raised her bottle and dipped her head back, pouring the rest into her mouth before taking another bottle. It wasn't as good as whiskey, but Jay was fine with wine, especially if it didn't half kill her in a few sips, so she started on her second bottle, still drinking slowly as Jay could. Then she sat back and watched Xan and Reaver talk.

[Robyn]

Reaver suddenly pressed red rum to her temple. “Oh I did not realise you were drinking by the bottle… Then that’s $500 a bottle….” he clicked back the pistols safety slowly. “I would watch your tone with me girl….I’m already in a bad mood and I will warn you…I /Never/ miss.” His voice dripping with honey sweet venom. Making sure the word never was in a tone it would send shivers down her spine. He pulled the pistol back and snatched the bottle roughly from her hand. “Oh and you have to pay me before you get this back.” He smirked sitting back in his chair. “Don’t want to suffer loss by letting a poor person drink and not buy good wine.” He Was half tempted to sit a victory sit in Xan’s lap but he sat back in his chair giving his pistol a kiss and swirled the wine bottle. “So pay up or get out.” He said rudely aiming at her. His grin simply read. ‘I win.’

[Xan]

Xan watched the proceedings with a slight smile on his lips and amusement written on his face, being present mostly within his eyes. And speaking of eyes...Pride looked at Wraths' eyes, checking for the mark of the Furious One, the very reason for his near godly accuracy. But then, most Wrath incarnations kept their Eye hidden somehow; in fact, Xan was relatively sure that one of Reaver's eyes were fake, hiding his deadly secret weapon.

Behind Xan, in an almost unnoticeable fashion a shadow began to loom and grow across the wall. Eyes began to open along this new wall shadow even as Xan himself was casually sipping his wine as though nothing was amiss. Unlike the last Pride incarnation, Xan's eyes of Pride were crimson, just like his own Ishvalan eyes, however these had the pupils of a cat, slitted with a dangerous intelligence behind them.

A hand of shadow emerged from the mass and whirled itself around the gun, using an almost gentle pressure to force it downward. Meanwhile, Xan simply sat his now empty glass of wine back down onto the bar, appearing for all the world as though nothing strange or supernatural had just occurred at all.

"Now now my friends, none of that. I will not be watching a gun fight that I have nothing to do with, there'd be no fun in it. Besides, we're all civilized people, I'm sure that we can come to...less bloody agreements...right?"

There was no threat, no anger, nor anything else at all in Xan's voice, except for perhaps the slight metallic tinge that came with being an incarnation of Pride. The metallic voice's words dripped with amusement, as though it was only stopping the ensuing conflict because of entertainment purposes instead of for the purposes that had been earlier listed.

[Jay Furor]

Jay kept her smile continous even as a gun was pressed to her head. At that point, she merely shrugged. "Okay, okay. Gosh, Mr. Hasn't-Said-His-Name-Yet (Which is rude...) don't go all trigger happy on me, okay? I have money, you know. I wasn't a mercenary and a militant for crap, you know. Here." She then handed Reaver 1500 Cenz, smiling as ever. "I'll be needing 2 more bottles, so that's the extra thousand. Now give me that one back." And as Jayishly as possible, she snatched the bottle out of Reaver's hand, and again, VERY Jayishly, almost dumped it on Reaver's head. But she managed to catch it, just barely, in time. Which was good because Reaver would have gone all O-F-F on her if she hadn't. Then she saw a shadow reach out and grab the gun from Reaver. It didn't really durprise Jay, who'd seen that trick countless thousands of times, but what surprised her was that XAN could do it. As far as Jay knew, he was an alchemist. When did HE die and come back again? Jay glanced at hime curiously. "Hey Xanny, did you do anything special since the last time I saw you? Unless that was some wicked freaky alchemy, shadows are Pride's thing." She took a big gulp of wine and looked back at Xan grinning.

(~(xD If I was Reaver, Jay would have gotten Swag-Sticked by now. >:3)~)

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[Robyn]

Reaver sat back in his stool sipping his own wine annoyed. Xan had confiscated his baby...his gun, his red rummy. He let a breath out through his nose in annoyance and sipped tensely. He hated being without his gun. Feeling almost like a spoilt child who didn't get the candy bar they wanted as he refilled his own glass with much anger as he could show without spilling it on his white outfit. He sat back against the bar further and crossed his legs in a more graceful manor then most men pulled off. His normally rather welcoming aura read a rather different tune of back off and leave me alone. Leaving Jay to talk to Xan. Feeling like he could pout he wanted to whine and cling to Xan. demand the others attention all for himself and demand many other pleasures but for now he would just watch and wallow in self pity. He hated being the third wheel....it was his club for Christ sake! And he was way more pretty then Jay so why was she getting all the attention?

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