Just a normal day...maybe? [OPEN]

Carter was sick of sitting at home, playing video games and training his body, so he decided to head to Chupa Cabra's for a time that he wouldn’t forget. He was walking down the street for a bit till he saw the huge neon lights that said Chupa Cabra’s in the middle of his view. The demon weapon ran to the door getting there in just a couple of seconds. The weapon burst through the door and started to slowly walk into the bar. He stood there for a second to figure out where he wanted to sit down for the best view.

But something keeps catching his eye, a seat just sitting there in the back in the dark where it was open. Running to the comfy seat in the back he had to deal with the problems of a full house. The demon weapon ran, dodging the waitress and jumping over the drunk people, the last thing in his way was a small girl that worked there, carter reacted heavily and quickly dodged the little girl and made it too the best seat of the house.

The weapon sat down slowly as his butt landed on the seat, he looked around and screamed, “YES! I MADE IT!” As he yelled this, the small waitress he had to curve around came up to him with a strange look on her face and asked, “What would you like to drink, sir.” The weapon looked up at the small girl and said, “Can I get a glass of your best wine?”, as he slowly put his left leg on his right knee and got comfy in the couch seat.

Mona yawned as she stepped into the city, currently un-amused by the current scenery. In her mind she wondered if today she would meet someone that suited her fancy, or if she would just go unnoticed and unimportant. The witch yawned again as she stepped down the streets, looking around at all the places. Of course, she had her Soul Protect ability on so that none would notice her as a witch and completely take her out, or report her to Death himself. The unfamiliar signs and people blinked out at Mona, who was not currently using her Mimicry ability and appearing as her normal usual self. She wore her normal Monarch butterfly color dress as she strutted through the town, scanning with her amber colored eyes.

After a few minute of searching around, Mona blinked at the Chupa Cabras' neon sign hanging above the entrance. The monarch butterfly blinked curiously at the sign and began to make her way over to the club. Next the witch slowly pushed open the doors to the club and walked in, her orangish-pink colored hair hanging down to her shoulders and sashaing to each side with every step she took. Her bare feet flinched slightly at the cold floor of the club before she walked over to the counter and sat down at it. "Ooooh! They have alcohol!" Mona cheered in her mind as she looked at all of the drinks. She pulled out a small coin purse and set it on the counter, pointing at a drink on the wall for the bartender to get her.

"Wait, instead just a martini please!" the young witch said, holding her hand out to stop him from getting what she had first pointed to with her skinny fingers. The bartender brought her the drink she asked for and she gave him the money, before putting her coin purse back and beginning to drink her martini. Her eyes never moved an inch from her drink, but it was obvious she wasn't just watching it, as every now and then her eyeballs seemed to twitch a bit to the side. She was examining the people in the club, meisters, weapons, and humans the like, even magical animals as well! Mona yawned again as she leaned back on her chair and continued to drink the martini that the bartender had made for her.

It was getting close to midnight, or what it felt like midnight to the weapon. He was still sitting in the same seat and was surrounded by beautiful ladies. He was having a good time and was getting pretty hammered. The weapon knew he had to get home but didn’t want to move. He started to get up pulling himself up so he could stand. He told the people around him, “Goodbye… Lad…ies se…e you n…ext time.”

The ladies looked at Carter, waved and said in unison, " Bye Carter!"
The boy started to walk to the bar so he could pay his tab, but he was drunk ad start sawing side to side and fell landing on the bar. Smiling at the bartender, the weapon said, “Heello barrtenderrr…I’m here to pay my …tab.” He was hiccuping try to tell him this. The bartender told Carter, “I’ll get your tab up now.” Carter looked to his side and saw the most gorgeous girl next to him. He paused for a second and said, “miss you’re very beautiful. Could I buy you a drink and maybe a talk?”

The bartender came back to carter and said,“The tab is $65.89. Cash or card? carter looked at the bartender and said, “Can we get a glass of your best scotch, if that’s fine with the lady?”

Mona had drank martinis up until midnight, at that time she had only just begun to feel the effect of the alcohol. "Tch, this is some weak stuff compared to what I'm used to.." the witch thought to herself, looking down at her drink as she then sipped on it again. At the same time that Mona had looked to the door, expecting somebody to point her out as a witch or expecting one of her sisters to come in to get her out of the place, she heard a bunch of girls simultaneously say, 'Goobye Carter!' At that moment Mona turned back to her drink and watched the demon weapon start moving to the bar. The witch barely paid him any attention on his staggering walk to the bar, at least not until he fell over onto the bar and then began to address her.

Mona blinked at him for a moment with her amber eyes, before giggling a tiny bit. "Of course you can buy me a drink! I don't mind talking as well, I've got nothing better to do. the young witch said to Carter, examining him quickly, right before the bartender showed back up to tell Carter what his tab was. The girl barely seemed taken a back by the tab, as she had seen worse from other people, but before she had any time to think about it Carter was already ordering scotch for them both. Mona nodded, agreeing to the scotch before the bartender went to get them their drinks.

The witch blinked down at the shot glass and then turned on her chair to face carter, her right hand's fingers gripping the shot glass on two opposite side as she did so. "I'm Mona, by the way. What's your name?" the tomboy asked. Next Mona took her shot glass and quickly swished it down into the back of her throat, only to go down the next second. The girl shook her head for a second before it became steady as she looked back at Carter. "That's definitely stronger than the martini!" she thought to herself, looking down at her empty shot glass before bringing her amber eyes back up to Carter, her orange and pink hair moving with her head when she did so.

Carter looked at the young girl and saw her down her glass of scotch in seconds. Carter was impressed and waits till she drank it all to tell her,“My name is Carter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He toke a gulp of his scotch and swallowed it down. “Good scotch…feels like hell going down.” Carter started to chuckle at the young girl.

Carter asked Mona, “Could I ask you a couple of questions? If that is fine with you.” He toke another gulp of his scotch and started to rub his neck because it burned his throat going down. The bartender came up to carter and stood there and said, “Excuse me, Carter but that will be $65.89 plus the bottle of scotch for you and your lady.” Carter looked at the bartender and said,” Oh sorry, Emily here you go.” Carter toke out his wallet and gave her five twenty dollar bills and said,“That enough for everything?”

The bartender looked at Carter and said," Carter baby, have a nice night." She picked the money at out Carters' hand and walked back to the other side of the bar. Carter turned back to Mona and said,"Sorry Mona, what did you say again just in case i missed it?" Carter pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, light it up with a match and blew the smoke up into the air. Then he ashed it in the tray on the bar.

Mona blinked at the female bartender who had come back once again for Carter's tab, wanting his money at the moment and nothing else. The witch's head cringed for a moment, the scotch finally taking effect on her, she began to feel slightly woozy, but not enough to stumble over or fall, just enough to maybe stagger every once in a while and possibly stutter and slur her words. Once Mona had finished checking up on herself, she realized that Carter had asked her if he could ask her a couple of questions, though she knew it would probably be more than a couple. "Oh, of course you can ask me some questions Carter! I'd love to answer." the witch said, a tad bit disoriented from taking such a large swig of the scotch that Carter had bought for her.

After Mona had finally seemed to be cleared of her short scotch-induced headache, she realized that Carter had lit a cigarette. "Tch, I'm REALLY not in the mood for any type of smoke right now, especially just a regular cigarette." the witch thought, waiting for Carter to blink, or look away for a second. At the moment that she saw her chance, she expelled what seemed to be an abnormal amount of fresh air from her mouth, pure air that extinguished Carter's cigarette and blew back some of his hair. Mona scooted away her glass for scotch shortly afterwards, trying to seem like nothing even happened at all. Once she had taken care of that, the barefoot girl averted her attention back to Carter, curious to what his questions would be for her. Mona moved her hand up to get the hair out of her eyes, to view Carter a bit better as she waited for his questions, curious to what they would be as well.

Carter looked away to pour himself another glass of scotch and he felted a burst of air sweep passed him. He looked over and his cigarette was out. “Whoa…that was weird.” The weapon put his cigarette down on the ash tray and turns back to Mona. He look at the his glass and in his tipsy state, he paused for a second and toke another swig of the scotch before He put the glass on the bar to ask Mona a couple of questions.

Carter cleared his throat and said,” so, umm what do you like to do? What do you do for a living? And would you like a meet up again and see a movie or catch a bite?” Carter looked at his watch and noticed that it was getting close to 4 am in the morning. So he listened to what Mona told him before he asked,” Hey im sorry to say this, but I have to get up in a couple of hours to get some work done So , could I get your number and maybe address and I could come pick you up sometime? My treat?” The weapon looked at Mona for a second before taking another big gulp.

Mona blinked calmly at Carter, seeing his expression from having his cigarette suddenly go out from her gust of wind. The witch watched him down some more scotch and wondered if he would be alright to make it to his home tonight. The witch looked around again quickly, but kept her eyes on Carter, she was using her peripheral vision to see to her sides and see if anyone else was within earshot of the two, she didn't worry about anyone behind her because if someone was there they would have a harder time hearing them than someone to the sides of Carter and Mona. Next the witch move some of her hair that was on the front of her shoulders to the back of her shoulders, freeing her ears up a little bit so that she might be able to hear Carter better, or hear if someone is coming by or coming close to them.

Mona awaited Carter's first question and waited for a second, wondering how to answer the questions that Carter had asked her with his scotch-induced speech. The teenage witch had opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Carter was already asking her another question. Mona pondered for a second on how to answer them, she decided that she would answer each of them truthfully, but not tell him everything about herself. "What I like to do, is normally be outside and have fun, since I actually don't have a job to make money for doing some other things." she said answering two questions in one go, she hid her coin purse which was not actually hers, she had took it from her family just so she could go out drinking, "Also, I'd love to catch a movie or get something to eat with you Carter! You seem like a fun guy, but sadly I don't have anywhere that you could pick me up, or a telephone or cellphone that you could call." she said, finishing up all of his questions. She slowly placed her skinny hand onto his hand as she talked, only to take it back off of rest back comfortably on the bar stool that she sat upon, waiting his reply for her, now that she had given up the answers.

Carter listened to Mona as she told him that she likes to be outside and that she doesn’t have a job. Carter watches as she put her hand onto his as she was answering his questions. Carter’s heart was beating throughout his body with every second her smooth hand was on his. He couldn’t keep his eyes from looking at her because she was beautiful and Carter was starting to like Mona."Man. She is perfect. She has such beautiful eyes and she just looks amazing..." Carter nervously said in his head, so he didn't say it out loud. Then the weapon heard that she didn’t have a place where he could pick her up at and that she didn’t have a cell phone or telephone that he could call her on. So he took a napkin that he found on the bar and grab a pen that was behind the bar.

He looked at her and wrote down an address, a phone number and then said to Mona, “Here is my address and my phone number. Call me anytime or meet me at my place, if you need anything or want to do something. What are you doing tomorrow night? I’m planning on coming back here and buying a couple of drinks, if you would like to join me again?” Carter looked at Mona to notice that she moved the hair out of the way of her eyes and saw that she didn’t have anything in her glass, he poured her another drink and placed the bottle back onto the bar to await her.

Mona blinked at him, taking the napkin in her hand and looking at the address and the phone number, reading it over and memorizing it quickly, she put the napkin away and then looked back at Carter, who was pouring her some more scotch. She was about to decline the drink, but Carter had already finished pouring it and put the bottle back. The witch sighed and then downed the glass of scotch, just like she had done the previous one, immediately she felt the effects of it and got a quick headache which slowly began to disperse again. Mona exhaled a bit of air, trying to get her bearings again before she decided to speak back to Carter again. After Mona had gotten her bearings, her vision slowly began to start blurring from the alcohol, she tried to shake it off, but it stayed for a bit, making it harder to focus on Carter for the moment.

Mona rubbed her throat for a moment and then opened her mouth to reply, "I'll probably be travelling tomorrow.. I'm not really sure.. I have to move around a lot.. Due to uhm.. Uh.. Family matters." she said, slurring some of her words, and having to find the right things to say so that she did not actually reveal that she is a witch to Carter, or anyone that might be listening in on their conversation. "Dammit... This scotch is already starting to affect me, I'll just set my hand over my glass so he doesn't pour me anymore.. That should work.. I'll be better in a few minutes!" she thought to herself as her hand moved, laying her palm on the top of her glass to prevent anything to be poured into it. As she did this, she had to use her eyes to be one hundred percent sure that she got her hand there, diverting her attention away from Carter for a few seconds before she turned her head back over to look back into his eyes, she began to wonder if the scotch was having an effect on him yet at all, since he had about the same amount she had, if not more from earlier drinking at Chupa Cabras.

Carter watched as Mona took the napkin and read over it. The weapon noticed that the girl looked at the glass of freshly poured scotch and downed it. Carter listen as the girl was slurring her words telling Carter that she doesn’t know and that her she moves a lot, due to family matters. Carter was confused and asked Mona, “What’s wrong with your…*hiccup* family?” he looked at her and decided to finish his glass of scotch. He looked at his glass and downed the drink just like Mona had before him. After he gulped down the last sip out of the glass he put the glass down on the bar and scooted it away.

Carter then looked back at Mona to see that she was staring at him. ”damn… she can really put her drinks away at the rate she’s drinking.” The weapon was thinking while he saw her drink which she put her hands over, to stop her from drinking anymore. “Are you going to be okay to get to your house? Or do you need help getting home?” The boy asked her just to make sure that Mona would be safe on her way home to where ever the girl lived. He then remembers her saying that she didn’t have somewhere that she lived. “If you don’t have a place to stay you’re welcome to crash at my place and leave whenever you feel better, I only live about a block away? You can sleep in the bedroom and ill just crash on my couch?” ,Carter told Mona because he didn’t want her going home to an alley way or something, and possible get hurt on the way there.

Mona wondered how to answer Carter's question about her family, she had decided quickly that she would just have to tell him a lie otherwise he would get suspicious and try to find out more and more. Luckily for Mona though he had asked another question after that, following it up with some more words, that at this point Mona was having a hard time understanding, mostly due to the scotch that she had already drank. The girl wondered if she would be okay with where she was going to go, which was a small secluded spot within Death City that she had found herself, she knew that it would not be safe to try and leave the city since it was night time and it would be freezing cold in the desert, so she began to wonder if she should take Carter up on his offer to sleep at his place until it was time for her to leave and go back to her sisters.

"Oh.. I don't know.. I mean I would probably be okay, and I don't really want to be a bother at all to you Carter, besides it wouldn't be fair if you had to sleep on a couch just because of me anyways! Don't worry though, I'll find somewhere to go and be safe, I will be fine." she said to him, trying to reassure him that she would be okay over the night and into the next day, though she herself wasn't very sure that she would be okay at all. Mona then began to wonder if her sisters were worrying about her or not, she had never been away from them for this long. She had been away from them for about a week this time, wanting to see more of the world than they would approve of, and even furthermore by risking coming to Death City. Her Soul Protect kept her safe though, keeping her protected from anyone seeing her, they wouldn't sense a witch soul. Slowly the witch removed her hand from over her empty glass and stood up, ready to leave but as soon as she did, she wobbled a bit and immediately sat back down, not ready to leave just yet, at least without a little bit of help.

Oswald pondered a few things as he walked down the street. This new city was bothering him, because it seemed that everyone had some sort of secret, or strange quirk. There were many more of these 'Meisters, and Demon Weapons' than the man had anticipated, and he wasn't sure what to make of them yet. The dark of the night that he was so accustomed to, seemed to be more so than usual. Oswald found this strange, because he had worse nights...Though perhaps it was the nature of the place he was. Death City wasn't a very inviting name, and it was a marvel to him that he hadn't processed it before. So of course the pretty neon lights, of a local club were very inviting to the weary writer, and he made his way in that direction. Perhaps he would have a drink to calm his nerves.

Upon walking in, he noticed two younger individuals that seemed to be socializing. The hunter didn't pay them much attention at first, but he soon noticed that queer responses the girl had to his questions. The man was obviously drunk, and wouldn't have noticed the inconsistency himself, however Oswald hadn't been served yet, so it was easy for him to pick up on. As the waitress walked up to him, he put out his hand telling her to pause. Eavesdropping wasn't necessarily the most ethical way to acquire information, however it was an incredibly simple one. The rest of the conversation seemed to flow in a normal manner, which disappointed the man. Maybe she just didn't want to see him again, and the other man, being drunk, obviously hadn't taken the hint.

Then the girl tried to leave. Immediately as she stood, she dropped back down...which made it obvious to everyone that she was in no condition to leave. Oswald looked back at the waitress, who was impatiently tapping her foot. "I'd like...A glass of water..." Oswald tipped his hat to her, and then stood up. As he walked over to the younger patrons, he wondered exactly what was drawing him to them. There was definitely a reason for everything...perhaps they were just being too loud, and he wanted them out of the bar sooner. "Neither of you are fit to leave on your own...Would you mind me walking you back home? I'd feel much better knowing that both of you are safe..." By now the waitress had walked up to him with his water, and Oswald offered it to the younger man. Perhaps he could use it to sober a bit.