"mhmm, It's A New Policy They Just Started," He Continued His Playful, And In His Opinion Harmless, Teasing.

"mhmm, it's a new policy they just started," he continued his playful, and in his opinion harmless, teasing. "something about wanting to show off our bartenders and give people a treat, watching you flex and all while you clean the glasses by hand." pity he didn't make himself sound more believable. finlay almost seemed gullible enough to have gone along with it and, well, no one would have complained about that. chuckling under his breath, that toothy grin still showing flashes of his fangs, he set the shaker down he'd been holding and walked over to join the other at the dishwasher.

"it's actually fairly straight forward. pull the door open and load everything in," he explained as he moved to lean against the bar counter, arms crossing over his chest as he kept his attention on finlay, "and once you shut the door it automatically runs on it's own. you don't have to push a button or anything. you do, though, want to give it a least three minutes or so to go through the whole cycle-- i've made the mistake of opening it too soon and wound up soaked. that was a long night."

The bar seemed rather cosy. To an extent. Though he was here on a night that wasn't busy. He wasn't sure how things were when it was. Maybe it didn't have the cosy vibe. Either way, he was enjoying himself and he was thankful for Elgin for giving him some tips when it came to pouring pints. Could he see himself doing this work more. Perhaps not but that wouldn't stop him from helping out when he could.

"My shirt? Policy?" Finlay uttered out in response. "How...how does that help me clean them?" He tilted his head in thought. Was he to use his shirt to wipe the glasses or was it so the water didn't splash in his shirt? Or was Elgin just teasing him. Either way, he smiled as he set the glasses down near the dishwasher. "I don't have a change of clothes with me so best just to let the machine do it." He began to place the tumblers in, back to Elgin. "How do you turn it on?"

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forced out of the group home against his own will-- something about not being such a grouch and actually integrating himself into the community that had taken him in or some other bullshit like that-- the merman was trying to play along and enjoy the festivities that were currently littering the streets. he didn't care much for what it was about, he wasn't touched by the moon like so many other's were, but even he could appreciate a hero's sacrifice; even if it was just from some lumbering land mass like a bear. a hero is a hero.

he already wasn't known for having the best temperament and, well, the people working the food booth he regretfully stopped at seemed as if they only wanted to make it worse. "ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞᛁᚾᚷ*?" his voice was a low, frustrated grumble as he glared at the person behind the counter while pointing at the food he wanted. "give." he even put his stubbornnes on pause just long enough to try speaking english and yet they still wanted to act as if they couldn't understand.

in an act of frustration, he turned away from the booth to look for someone that could help him; even though he had no intention of really asking. reaching out as someone caught his attention, and came close enough to him, the merman grabbed the pretty little thing and pulled him over to stand next to him at the food booth. he didn't know what a bearclaw was, or if it was even good, but he was hungry and he wasn't about to walk away now without it. "get... me," he growled, using english again, as he looked at the man he was forcing to help him; his left hand squeezing tight around the blonde's bicep as his right hand pointed at the themed pastry.

as humiliating as it was to be called out so accurately, especially while the alpha was balls deep inside of him, there was nothing iain could do to argue or try to defend what might have been left of his honor. tristan was one hundred percent right. the witch wasn't even in heat so he couldn't really blame his gender for how compliant he had made himself; for how easily he had lent himself to be used. he loved this. "tristan--" managing the other's name, the witch practically spat it out with a loud, needy whimper as the vampire pulled out of him entirely just so he could push back into the omega; just so he could use the omega's own body against him, and highlight just how desperate he was with the way he squelched around the alpha's cock as it slid back into him. falling back into a broken pattern of whimpering, mewling breaths as his head was turned to make him look back at tristan as he was fucked, the omega's eyes fluttered he shuddered around the vampire.

"p-please..." he begged, softly, as he was railed against the ground. digging his own hands into the ground, so he had something to hold onto as tristan punctuated each taunting word with a hard, demanding thrust into him, the omega found himself getting closer and closer to his own edge only to suddenly feel empty. "please tr-tristan," it was a bit easier for him to find his words now that the alpha's cock wasn't inside of him, fucking him speechless. blushing at the thought of being left like this, slick still spilling out of his mound as the alpha shifted around to rest his cock in the valley of iain's cheeks, he lifted his head a bit as he looked back over his shoulder at the man behind him. as he did as he was told and begged. "please don't leave me like this. please i-- i need a strong alphe to use and knot me. i need your knot. please, sir," he whined, "breed me deep. knot me... please don't leave me like this..."

He could smell the arousal pouring out of Iain now, and it made Tristan laugh. A cold, cruel sound as he thrust himself fully into the other and then froze, giving a small jerk of the other's hair and laughing again. "You fuckin' love this, don't you? Holy shit, you're drippin', I can feel it," to enunciate this fact, he pulled out and then thrust right back in, the squelch enough proof to make him laugh just one more time. "No, baby, you can't help yourself. You're just a needy little omega, aren't you? Desperate for a strong alpha's knot?" He pulled out again, and thrust back in again. "Fuckin' beg for it, then." Tristan growled, his fangs out now as he sneered, making sure to pull Iain's hair to the side a bit so he was forced to turn his face a little towards the vampire.

"Beg. For. Your. Knot." He hissed, each word enunciated with a sharp thrust, the hand not tangled in Iain's hair now gripping tightly to his hip, keeping it held down against the hard ground. "Or maybe I'll just fuckin' leave you like this. Drippin' onto the floor, naked and cold. Maybe another alpha will find you and take pity on you," he pulled out completely, though his hands held Iain in place. Slowly, gently he let his cock rest on Iain's ass, grinding lightly against it, looking down to watch it twitch against the plump flesh. "Up to you, darlin'."

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VIKINGS: VALHALLA · 3.03

"i wouldn't mind that. there are a few here, i'm sure, that would argue i need to get out more." he half joked with pursed lips. "i understand that i don't have to pay you, as strange as a concept that is, but most people i've encountered so far still care for some sort of trade," alton explained as he watched the other pack away the bow for him in a sleeve to carry it. "but if you're sure, then, thank you. suppose i'll see you around sometime." taking the package, he lingered for a moment before offering a weak half smile and nod of his head before excusing himself and making his way back out onto the street.

“Thank you, maybe one day you can see me play” said River politely, although he thought it unlikely as the band was a hobby and they didn't perform outside of his parents' garage “I understand” he laughed due to the joke made by Alton. He took the bow from the other man's hands and packed it carefully and then handed it to him “nothing, you can just take it, that's how things work in New Haven” he shrugged “have a good night” he said coming back to the counter and again picking up the magazine to read.

according to rumors despite how often dirty they were, and outdated they were, people spent all hours of the day and night at diners because the food still managed to be good; incredible, even, if you were drunk. mind you-- he wasn't there for the food. on occasion he could find a snack for himself at a diner but, really, the ones in new haven had became an infrequent haunt of his at night. he didn't want to spend every single night of his life here drinking-- shocking, i know-- and aside from the bars and the park, there wasn't much for a vampire like him to do at night.

he needed to get one of those damned daylight rings.

sitting at the long stretch of a bar-top, watching the cook clean the grill top to keep himself busy, the vampire lazily turned on the stool and leaned back against the edge of the countertop as he heard the sound of the diner's door opening. finally. something to distract himself with. "well, that is what i'm known for," he answered with a sigh and the hint of a smirk as he looked up at øyvindullr. "just like you're known for smelling like a marina." he teased. "why, you offering? couldn't find an omega in the bars wanting to spend the night dock-side so you had to come out here?" he taunted.

@fangsnfair; for elgin to bite off more that he can chew from øyvindullr.

the merman had entered one of his regular diners, one that opened till late, for a little late night supper. the place was usually empty, or near empty by those hours, just the occasional regular and/or half-drunks that had the decency to not get kicked out. curiously, on this cloudy night, he eyed someone that very obviously did not belong.

now øyvind was certain vampires did not belong in diners or restaurants, at least typical ones that didn't serve up blood. a little bit hypocritical of him since he enjoyed the taste of human flesh, certainly something you would not easily find in a typical diner or restaurant either unless you counted the customers. as such, people like elgin had no real business being here, he surprised the other wasn't told to leave by the owners. "what are you doing here. looking for someone to suck off?" his tone was not hostile, but rather suggestive. it was a reasonable assumption, elgin didn't need food, so there must have been a reason for him to actually be here. whether he meant for blood or something else entirely. well that was up to interpretation wasn't it?