"Robbbbbyyyyyyy..." her sing-song voice through the air caused his head to twist around from where he was in the chair to see her slid through the entrance of the Black Ram tavern. Robert was with four of his friends, all of which usually gathered at the tavern for drinks and cards when they weren't about the city, doing their business. They liked to drink, play cards, and shoot the breeze with each other. Besides that, they were demons of different disciplines.
"Sybil, good to see you," he smiled, leaned back in his seat to throw a pair of cards down on the table. Jared huffed and folded his cards, swearing as he turned his head away. It was quite the dramatic angle for one to take when there were two delicate horns curling out from the sides of one's head. Robert like to tease him for how he looked, it was too similar to medieval scripture to not give him a hard time about it.
"You guys really need to find a new game," she rolled her eyes when she saw their cards on the table, folding her arms and leaning a hip against Nathanial's high back chair which was near Robert's. She was dressed in her usual, head-turning attire, her assets on display with such detail that Robert often wondered why she wore clothes at all.
"Isn't that what we've been telling you?" Nathanial, or Nate, flicked his tongue at her and then put his cards down, "Aren't you running the same tricks since the Middle Ages?"
"Harrr har," Sybil rolled her eyes and then looked down at Robert, "How's the observation deck?"
"Beautiful," he spread his cards on the table. It was his night. Usually he didn't win the hands but, even for him, it was starting to feel like his night to win. Even Sybil gave a low whistle of appreciation as Nate, Jared, Christain and Johnathon swore, looking to one another with horrific frowns.
Sybil arched a brow, putting one hand on her hip, "Well, now that the game is over, what's next?"
Robert gathered up the cards and smirked, shuffling them, "The next game."
"Mother Mary, Robby, don't you need a new game? This shit gets boring when you play it night after night." She straddled his lap, giving him a teasing grin, reaching over to scratch at his sides as if meaning to tickle him.
"Stop it," he said, swatting at her hands. His gaze noticed the suggestive manner in which she positioned herself atop of him. Sybil flirted with most people, it was part of being a succubus. It was still a bit forward, even for her, to be doing that with him, "No luck in your search tonight, I take it?"
She frowned, "We can't all be satisfied being voyeurs like you, Robby."
His eyes went to her spread thighs over his lap and then back to her face, "What, are the mortals not leaving you sated? Not surprising."
Sybil's hand patted his face, acting like a slap though the contact wasn't as fierce as a slap should have been. Her leg went up, over his lap and she stood back up, leaving him with the others as she went to get a drink at the bar.
Robert looked at Nate and started to deal out cards again, fresh hands for his friends, "Next hand!"
Sybil called from the bar, "Don't forget to deal me in this time."
"You weren't here last time," he reminded her over his shoulder with a smile, looking at Jared's sharp, angular features as he did so, "You're like a fucking Halloween costume."
To which Jared's eyelids dropped half mast in a playful show of irritation, "Atleast I'm not like Easter."
"Easter?"
"Ridiculous fucking ears."
He never had another night playing cards with his friends where his hands were so lucky. They swore he was a cheat, but it wasn't so. Robert was just lucky, for once. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, dealing hands and verbally embellishing their bets though each knew there was no intention to honor them. Otherwise, he would have Jared's horns and Sybil's cat-woman boots (as they called them). They played long into the night, until heads were nodding off in the effort to fight off sleep.
That was ten years ago.
"Sybil, good to see you," he smiled, leaned back in his seat to throw a pair of cards down on the table. Jared huffed and folded his cards, swearing as he turned his head away. It was quite the dramatic angle for one to take when there were two delicate horns curling out from the sides of one's head. Robert like to tease him for how he looked, it was too similar to medieval scripture to not give him a hard time about it.
"You guys really need to find a new game," she rolled her eyes when she saw their cards on the table, folding her arms and leaning a hip against Nathanial's high back chair which was near Robert's. She was dressed in her usual, head-turning attire, her assets on display with such detail that Robert often wondered why she wore clothes at all.
"Isn't that what we've been telling you?" Nathanial, or Nate, flicked his tongue at her and then put his cards down, "Aren't you running the same tricks since the Middle Ages?"
"Harrr har," Sybil rolled her eyes and then looked down at Robert, "How's the observation deck?"
"Beautiful," he spread his cards on the table. It was his night. Usually he didn't win the hands but, even for him, it was starting to feel like his night to win. Even Sybil gave a low whistle of appreciation as Nate, Jared, Christain and Johnathon swore, looking to one another with horrific frowns.
Sybil arched a brow, putting one hand on her hip, "Well, now that the game is over, what's next?"
Robert gathered up the cards and smirked, shuffling them, "The next game."
"Mother Mary, Robby, don't you need a new game? This shit gets boring when you play it night after night." She straddled his lap, giving him a teasing grin, reaching over to scratch at his sides as if meaning to tickle him.
"Stop it," he said, swatting at her hands. His gaze noticed the suggestive manner in which she positioned herself atop of him. Sybil flirted with most people, it was part of being a succubus. It was still a bit forward, even for her, to be doing that with him, "No luck in your search tonight, I take it?"
She frowned, "We can't all be satisfied being voyeurs like you, Robby."
His eyes went to her spread thighs over his lap and then back to her face, "What, are the mortals not leaving you sated? Not surprising."
Sybil's hand patted his face, acting like a slap though the contact wasn't as fierce as a slap should have been. Her leg went up, over his lap and she stood back up, leaving him with the others as she went to get a drink at the bar.
Robert looked at Nate and started to deal out cards again, fresh hands for his friends, "Next hand!"
Sybil called from the bar, "Don't forget to deal me in this time."
"You weren't here last time," he reminded her over his shoulder with a smile, looking at Jared's sharp, angular features as he did so, "You're like a fucking Halloween costume."
To which Jared's eyelids dropped half mast in a playful show of irritation, "Atleast I'm not like Easter."
"Easter?"
"Ridiculous fucking ears."
He never had another night playing cards with his friends where his hands were so lucky. They swore he was a cheat, but it wasn't so. Robert was just lucky, for once. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, dealing hands and verbally embellishing their bets though each knew there was no intention to honor them. Otherwise, he would have Jared's horns and Sybil's cat-woman boots (as they called them). They played long into the night, until heads were nodding off in the effort to fight off sleep.
That was ten years ago.