Wednesday. September 12, 2012.
The Inn was quiet that afternoon, which is something that any Rhy'Dinnian would have instantly been suspicious of right off the bat. Salvador was not surprised to discover, when he came creeping in through the back alley door, that the reason for such silence was because Thorn and Cove were in the middle of making out. Icer was devouring some pastries on one side of the room, but even she wasn't making a whole lot of noise. It turned out that the face-sucking he had walked in on was a farewell, though. Soon enough it was just him, Thorn, and Icer.
Oh. And then Ripper. The xenomorph appeared pretty much out of nowhere and cheerfully said hello. Greetings were exchanged by manner of wiggling fingers, nods, and bland hellos all around. Then everybody settled in to get comfortable. Particularly Sal and Thorn, when he pulled her in against his side and took a moment to just absorb the scent and feel of her while he still could.
Autumn was only ten days away. When the season changed he knew he wasn't going to be able to so casually cuddle up with people like this. Not until it passed and switched itself out for winter. Not without him going mad from the constant struggle to avoid the urge to sink his teeth in a person's flesh and feast on them like a velociraptor to an antelope. Those were the thoughts that inspired the question.
"Thorn."
"Yeah?"
"Will you have dinner with me?"
For some reason, this was a brain-shatteringly unusual inquiry, because while he and Thorn made the arrangements, Ripper and Icer were staring at him as if he had been replaced by a doppleganger. They decided on Saturday evening. Salvador wrote down his home address on a scrap of paper and handed it off to her. Nothing fancy. No formal dinner date or anything. Just a wear whatever the hell you want sort of get-together, no strings attached. At least, that's how he and Thorn understood it. The xenomorph, on the other hand, was openly perplexed.
After quite a long episode of pole-axed staring -- an amazing expression for a creature without eyes to pull off, mind you -- Ripper finally asked, "Sal, what's happened to you?"
He regarded Ripper stoically, and dully asked, "What do you mean?"
"You asked Thorn. On a date. You never ask people on dates."
And here was just another prime example of the sort of people Salvador meant when he mentioned those who just do not at all understand him. People who instead assume to know him. People who only see the rugged, dangerous surface of him and never the tortured soul deep down inside that practically every Linkin Park song ever made was based on. No really. He could honestly be that emo.
"No," he corrected, "I asked her to have dinner with me." The word date had never been mentioned, nor part of the agreement whatsoever. Why did people always assume?
"That's a date," said Ripper.
"Ripper, we've known each other for years," said Thorn. Somehow, this meant the two of them having dinner together could not possibly be a date.
Salvador agreed with Thorn's unspoken implication, and blandly replied to the xenomorph. "If you say so." He didn't think of it as a date either.
Ripper was insistent on the matter, baffled beyond repair. "Why suddenly asking her this? Why don't you just stick 'em like you normally do?"
Oh how little the world actually knew him.
Salvador answered with his usual blunt disregard. "If I wanted to f*ck her, Ripper, I'd ask her over for sex. Not dinner." It was really that simple. That's not to say he didn't find Thorn attractive. That he wouldn't have ripped her clothes off and had his way with her given the opportunity. She just never seemed to be interested in him, in that way, as far as he'd observed.
"But isn't that the traditional human custom?" Ripper asked. "When you invite somebody into your house, and you have certain feelings for them, you want to f*ck them?"
While all the Inn looked on in stunned amazement -- Toby and Bekah and Icer -- Salvador snorted. "I've never been big on 'traditional human customs,' mi amigo. I don't like those stupid games. And I don't know what the hell you mean by 'certain feelings.'" He was frowning at this point. "Thorn's a friend. Would I f*ck her? Sure. If she wanted. But it doesn't have to come to that." And that wasn't at all the reason why he had asked her to share dinner with him.
"But I thought that... You only want to ask her for dinner?"
Salvador considered that perhaps he should elaborate a little, considering the xenomorph was so obviously confused on the matter. "Come the 22nd," he said, "I won't be able to eat real food again until December. That's ten days from now. So yes. I just want to enjoy dinner with someone while I can."
Though Sin absolutely loved to cook for him, it was rare that the sinner would share a meal with him. One that wasn't literally kicking and screaming that is. That was one of the drawbacks to dating a vampire.
Ever curious, like an insatiable child, Ripper asked, "Why won't you be able to eat regular food?"
"Because I won't." That was the best explanation Salvador was able to give. Truthfully, he didn't want to get into the details with the xenomorph. Ripper seemed like a sweet creature and all, odd for his breed, but he had a kind of ridiculous loyalty that didn't make any sense for any person who had known him for all of three months, tops.
"Alright...?" Clearly, Ripper was still puzzled, but thankfully he didn't press the issue. Instead, like a little boy wanting to spend every waking minute with his newest teen idol, he asked, "Can I join you two?"
That question gave Salvador some pause. He near about literally held his breath. He tried to imagine a xenomorph sitting at a table, eating witha fork and a knife, maybe sipping a glass of wine. It just wasn't computing very well. And besides, he kind of wanted to talk to Thorn, alone, away from the walls with ears that was the Red Dragon Inn. "Not this time, Ripper."
"Okay." And praise Jesus that it was as easy as that!
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(Adapted from live play with thanks to The Redneck and Unseen Killer.)
The Inn was quiet that afternoon, which is something that any Rhy'Dinnian would have instantly been suspicious of right off the bat. Salvador was not surprised to discover, when he came creeping in through the back alley door, that the reason for such silence was because Thorn and Cove were in the middle of making out. Icer was devouring some pastries on one side of the room, but even she wasn't making a whole lot of noise. It turned out that the face-sucking he had walked in on was a farewell, though. Soon enough it was just him, Thorn, and Icer.
Oh. And then Ripper. The xenomorph appeared pretty much out of nowhere and cheerfully said hello. Greetings were exchanged by manner of wiggling fingers, nods, and bland hellos all around. Then everybody settled in to get comfortable. Particularly Sal and Thorn, when he pulled her in against his side and took a moment to just absorb the scent and feel of her while he still could.
Autumn was only ten days away. When the season changed he knew he wasn't going to be able to so casually cuddle up with people like this. Not until it passed and switched itself out for winter. Not without him going mad from the constant struggle to avoid the urge to sink his teeth in a person's flesh and feast on them like a velociraptor to an antelope. Those were the thoughts that inspired the question.
"Thorn."
"Yeah?"
"Will you have dinner with me?"
For some reason, this was a brain-shatteringly unusual inquiry, because while he and Thorn made the arrangements, Ripper and Icer were staring at him as if he had been replaced by a doppleganger. They decided on Saturday evening. Salvador wrote down his home address on a scrap of paper and handed it off to her. Nothing fancy. No formal dinner date or anything. Just a wear whatever the hell you want sort of get-together, no strings attached. At least, that's how he and Thorn understood it. The xenomorph, on the other hand, was openly perplexed.
After quite a long episode of pole-axed staring -- an amazing expression for a creature without eyes to pull off, mind you -- Ripper finally asked, "Sal, what's happened to you?"
He regarded Ripper stoically, and dully asked, "What do you mean?"
"You asked Thorn. On a date. You never ask people on dates."
And here was just another prime example of the sort of people Salvador meant when he mentioned those who just do not at all understand him. People who instead assume to know him. People who only see the rugged, dangerous surface of him and never the tortured soul deep down inside that practically every Linkin Park song ever made was based on. No really. He could honestly be that emo.
"No," he corrected, "I asked her to have dinner with me." The word date had never been mentioned, nor part of the agreement whatsoever. Why did people always assume?
"That's a date," said Ripper.
"Ripper, we've known each other for years," said Thorn. Somehow, this meant the two of them having dinner together could not possibly be a date.
Salvador agreed with Thorn's unspoken implication, and blandly replied to the xenomorph. "If you say so." He didn't think of it as a date either.
Ripper was insistent on the matter, baffled beyond repair. "Why suddenly asking her this? Why don't you just stick 'em like you normally do?"
Oh how little the world actually knew him.
Salvador answered with his usual blunt disregard. "If I wanted to f*ck her, Ripper, I'd ask her over for sex. Not dinner." It was really that simple. That's not to say he didn't find Thorn attractive. That he wouldn't have ripped her clothes off and had his way with her given the opportunity. She just never seemed to be interested in him, in that way, as far as he'd observed.
"But isn't that the traditional human custom?" Ripper asked. "When you invite somebody into your house, and you have certain feelings for them, you want to f*ck them?"
While all the Inn looked on in stunned amazement -- Toby and Bekah and Icer -- Salvador snorted. "I've never been big on 'traditional human customs,' mi amigo. I don't like those stupid games. And I don't know what the hell you mean by 'certain feelings.'" He was frowning at this point. "Thorn's a friend. Would I f*ck her? Sure. If she wanted. But it doesn't have to come to that." And that wasn't at all the reason why he had asked her to share dinner with him.
"But I thought that... You only want to ask her for dinner?"
Salvador considered that perhaps he should elaborate a little, considering the xenomorph was so obviously confused on the matter. "Come the 22nd," he said, "I won't be able to eat real food again until December. That's ten days from now. So yes. I just want to enjoy dinner with someone while I can."
Though Sin absolutely loved to cook for him, it was rare that the sinner would share a meal with him. One that wasn't literally kicking and screaming that is. That was one of the drawbacks to dating a vampire.
Ever curious, like an insatiable child, Ripper asked, "Why won't you be able to eat regular food?"
"Because I won't." That was the best explanation Salvador was able to give. Truthfully, he didn't want to get into the details with the xenomorph. Ripper seemed like a sweet creature and all, odd for his breed, but he had a kind of ridiculous loyalty that didn't make any sense for any person who had known him for all of three months, tops.
"Alright...?" Clearly, Ripper was still puzzled, but thankfully he didn't press the issue. Instead, like a little boy wanting to spend every waking minute with his newest teen idol, he asked, "Can I join you two?"
That question gave Salvador some pause. He near about literally held his breath. He tried to imagine a xenomorph sitting at a table, eating witha fork and a knife, maybe sipping a glass of wine. It just wasn't computing very well. And besides, he kind of wanted to talk to Thorn, alone, away from the walls with ears that was the Red Dragon Inn. "Not this time, Ripper."
"Okay." And praise Jesus that it was as easy as that!
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(Adapted from live play with thanks to The Redneck and Unseen Killer.)