025 ~ Legal Advice [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

So, after that whole family thing, I realised something.

[There's a pause here.]

Does anyone still consider themselves legally married, or related to people? If so, I've got a few documents here that can fix it. Just standard divorce and disowning documents, you can read them if you want.

...Did I mention I was an attorney? Probably should have. Sounds like I want people to sign over their souls.

[Well. That sounds... omnious.]

By the way, I'm going to need a new drinking partner. My last one kinda left.

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[sawyourwolfjunk]

There's more than one type?

[Now you have her interested, Cole]

Well... good. Morally grey is always a better area to play in anyway.

[demontobeloved]

Yeah. I'm not religious, so you can forget all that Satan stuff where I'm concerned.

[Cole is very interesting.]

Well, I'm trying to be good, but with a demon inside you, it's pretty hard.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

So wait... you're like... possessed? You're not going to pea soup all over me, are you?

[demontobeloved]

I'm half-demon. I have a human side and a demonic side.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Sounds like an uncle I have.

[You seem to be passing the test, Cole. Now, did someone mention drinks?]

[demontobeloved]

Demonic family members aren't that uncommon. We can easily replace mortals, after all.

[He motions her inside.]

After you.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

That would explain so much about my family members.

[She smiles and heads in, pleased at the promise of sweet, sweet alcohol.]

Why, thank you.

[demontobeloved]

You're welcome.

[He follows her in.]

Despite what some people think, I'm actually a gentleman.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Well, that has yet to be seen.

[She looked around]

Um... where do you want to sit?

[demontobeloved]

There's space at the bar, unless you want to get a booth or something.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I can do the bar.

[She goes over and pulls herself up on a stool, grinning over at him]

So, what's your usual poison, hmm?

[demontobeloved]

Whiskey. Or scotch.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I can do those, but vodka's a preference.

[demontobeloved]

Only when I'm drunk enough.

[Come on. He's wearing a suit and is a lawyer. You think he'd drink vodka?]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Then we'll have to get you drunk enough.

[She's Russian. You think she wouldn't?]

[demontobeloved]

That sounds like a challenge.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Only if you take me up on it.

[demontobeloved]

I'm always up for a game.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Cole... you're my kinda guy. Line 'em up.

[demontobeloved]

[And motioning to the barkeep. He was going to get this round in.]

My last drinking partner was Geoffrey Chaucer, so you've got a lot to live up to.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[She smirked over at him]

Russians are practically breast-fed vodka. We have a tolerance, Coleski.

[demontobeloved]

[And have a response in fluent Russian, because Cole is a show-off]

And demons have a high tolerance to most mortal things.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Then we'll have to see which is better, hmm? Your demon or my culture.

[She gave him a wide smile, impish delight in her face]

[demontobeloved]

Sounds like a battle for the ages.

[And he takes up his glass of whiskey, smiling.]

Are you always this competitive? [English]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Depends on the competition. Drinking's sort of my thing, so...

[She picks up her vodka, tinking the glass against his and taking a sip.]