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( tw - alcohol ) - it was well into the night when link was at a nearby convenience store buying something to drink. it was one of those nights where he felt homesick again and decided to drown out his sorrows in liquor. he’d usually go for a stronger drink but this will do for now.
after paying, link stepped out of the store, unaware of the demon that has been crawling by the alley.
gold-tate.
“I may be an amazing warlock and all but I may have just spent three hours chancing my hair different colors. I realized two things, I do not look good as a brunette or with black hair but I look perfect in everything else, of course.”
“i think you look perfect blonde,” he smiled as he continued to wipe the counter, “it matches your name and your shiny, shimmery vibe. but what about purple? you seem like the type of purple to rock purple hair.”
skycrest.
it felt good to get out of that damned infirmary even though she wasn’t completely healed. she had to take some fresh air, otherwise she would lose her mind. it’s been a while since she has had something to drink, maybe it would lighten up her mood a little. she was tense, almost shaking because of the anger and the sadness she carried with her. as she left the institute, alexandra headed to a place she used to visit frequently—the best bar for the shadowhunters and the downworlders, wolf’s bane. she sat on an empty seat, not bothering to look around for familiar faces. “i’ll have a martini,” she greeted the barista, patiently waiting for her drink.
link was behind the counter, cleaning up the bar since there haven’t been many customers. it wasn’t long until he noticed a certain redhead enter the bar and he smiled. “one martini coming up,” link mused as he started preparing the drink. “so what brings you here on this fine evening this time, little red?” he asked with his charming smile usually shown to close customers and friends. “something bothering you?” he then handed alex her drink.
PERSEPHONE SINCLAIR AND THE HALF DRUNK SEDUCTION OF LINCOLN SCOTT @linkscott
lincoln scott’s mask to the ball.
moe.
Moe rolled her eyes, “literally there was another bee just sitting by that tree,” she pointed at the pine tree near them, “and according to him, it wasn’t an accident.”
link turned around at the pine tree with his hands still up he said to the bee, “i am so sorry for your loss. i swear, it wasn’t intentional.”
barron.
“Ah, I understand. You know I would like to see the sun. What does it feel like having the sun touch your skin?” Kain asked in curiosity. He almost has forgotten what the sun felt like on your skin. Without it burning your skin.
“thanks,” he smiled. “you know what? i don’t really notice. it feels nice, i guess.” being a werewolf, the sun didn’t have an effect on him. “i don’t really go out a lot, i have two jobs and i’m usually at home if i’m free.”
persephone.
her eyes flit around the room before settling on pink tinged cheeks. she nods slowly, brushing her hair out of her face. the mahogany locks cascade down her back in dark pristine waves as she peers at him curiously. there’s a beat of silence- one that stretches for far too long as she admires him in the low light of the bar before remembering that she was actually meant to be doing something. “oh, uh a beer please?”
timeskip - they talked and talked until a few minutes and beers later, link already felt a bit drunk. his shift was long since over and now link is sat on a bar stool with his entire weight rested on the counter he leaned on, facing the goddess before him. “i didn’t know how to climb a tree back then i swear- i literally fell on my butt a lot of times when i attempted it until my older brother taught me how to do it properly,” he laughed, “what about you? any funny childhood stories you’d care to share?”
link never hung out in the institute. he felt uncomfortable in it- but here he was, in the institute itself in a room glamoured to look like a ballroom and it made him significantly less uncomfortable. the place really did look different. “so, you up for a drink?” he said from behind the bar counter.
persephone.
her breath catches, doe eyes widening slightly as she catches sight of him. how are his eyes that beautiful? persephone drops her gaze to the scratched surface of the bar top,heat flooding her cheeks. “um.. i don’t know- i’ve never been here before…w-what do you normally drink?”
a slight pink tint was visible on link’s face when the lady’s eyes catch sight of him. she was the most beautiful he’s ever since. “u-uh,” link thought for a moment, drumming his nails at the bar top, “alcohol? beer? things that get you all sleepy but weird and loud.”
barron.
Kain never had to get fit. As a vampire, his body stayed the said the same from death and his body was stronger. Yet kain was still curious at the machines.The dumbbell was light. Far too light. Kain assumed this was because of his vampirism.
“I’m good. I’m already “fit” I’ll just watch. Mundies are entertaining to watch. So, you seem to have a distaste for the Institute. Why is that?” Kain joined the institute because he was buddies with the head warlock. He assumed that the institute were the good guys and the demons were the stereotypical bad guys.
“you know what, i completely forgot vampires have enhanced strength. you guys could use a little sun, to be honest,” he said, going for the heavier weights and bringing them over to the vamp. link’s eyes widen at realization vampires can’t go to out to the sun you dimwit, “oh, sorry.”
“they sort of are,” link smiled. when the vampire asked the question about his “distaste” for the institute, he just looked away. “s-sorry, don’t really want to talk about it.”
havenborn.
teeth grit, steely eyes focused on his as she sucks in a breath. “don’t tell me to calm down.” it spits out like a growl, hands balled into fists.
“calm down,” link said, his lips formed a playful smile for a bit before it was replaced by a serious line. “you really need to, though. i’m pretty sure you know how dangerous it is for werewolves to be angry.”
moe.
“I saw you squishing that bee,” Moe looked down and pouted, “that was mean.”
link’s eyes widened and he stepped away from the accidentally squished bug, hands in the air as if the police caught him. “it was an accident i swear.”
barron.
Kain bowed. He looked out of place. Most people wear gym clothes and look like a sweaty beef cake. Kain, however, looked like a skinny, pale, Victorian styled male. It was a very awkward moment. He probably had the weirdest question one could ask someone. He felt embarrassed and old. This place looked like a death trap with scary machines. What were they? Are they weapons? He hasn’t been to a gym Since 1930. He came here for the free shower. That he does know how to use.
“So, I’m sorry if this is a strange question in this area but, What are those machines? Are they part of the institute’s arsenal? What kind of destruction do they cause?” Kain asked in curiosity.
link just laughed and put on his shirt. “we’re not in the institute,” he chuckled, “this is a gym and those are gym equipment. you use them to work out and get fit.” he then grabbed a small dumbbell; one of the lighter ones, and handed it to the vampire. “the institute has it’s own gym, though i don’t really like going to the institute so here i am with the mundies,” he smiled.
havenborn.
“what did you expect ??” nails coated in chipped black polish rake through unruly mahogany waves; wintry irises leveling with theirs. “i couldn’t just let him walk. he punched a mundane. on my shift.”
“yes, and while i admire your resolve, there are other mundanes in this bar,” link said as he tried to calm the raging wolf. “you’ll be putting them and the pack in danger if you show out your claws so please, elena, calm down.”
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