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@fuyante continued from here

Lifting the glass to her lips, Noémie took a slow sip, shoulders softening as warmth and honey flooded her senses. "Non, I wouldn't say punch." A faint smile came with a shake of her head. "My form is terrible, so I'd have to be more creative." Another sip helped dull the edges just enough for her to heave a sigh. "But yes, my day was a bit...how do you say...?" Her nose scrunched, a hand waving loosely as if to pluck the phrase. "Ah- a shit stick." A quiet laugh followed. "So if you could give me all the Rakomelo you have…" Her smile deepened, a touch mischievous. "I will hand make you a suit. Très élégant. You'll be irresistible."

"Rakomelo? Someone here is versed in the vast world of exotic drinks, huh? I hadn't heard that word in years," he mused, studying her properly for a moment and deciding he was just to give her all of his attention a the bar that night. It wasn't every day that someone came to actually order drinks that were, at best, fun to make.

"Don't worry, love. I'll keep your rakomelo flowing. You'll have another one even before you've finished with the one you currently have. It's the least I could do to help with your shit stick day, no? Unless you wanna talk about it, of course. I'll even overlook the fact that you implied I wasn't already irresistible." A joke, silly as it might be, in a gentle attempt to get another smile from her lips.

#convo:noémie&raghan01 #c:raghan #fuyante #v:sinner's rest

@mournus continued from here

Tae-min did usually bring clients here when he had to do the disgusting thing of schmoozing, but today... nothing was going right. He'd gotten shot, was left with a ripped and bloodstained top (thankfully he was in all black), and to top it all off he'd had an argument with his brother. At least he'd managed to get the bullet out and healed. So, tonight he was not drinking socially or just to pass time. He was drowning his sorrows. The last thing he expected was for the bar staff to talk to him. Didn't he have I'm a moody fucker written all over his face? Ah. It seemed he did.

The reaper sighed, "Don't worry, I'll only punch you if you deserve it." He took a big swing of his whiskey and finished it in a few gulps. The glass was offered back to the other as he wiped the corner of his mouth. "Can you get me another? Just... bring me three, huh? Aniyah - bring me five."

Sadly, much to Tae-min's dismay, moody fuckers were Ray's favorite people. It's not just that he could sense some sort of weird energy the second that the reaper walked into the bar, but the sorry state in which he was in surely made the demon curious. Perhaps that was the curse of spending so much time amongst humans; he started behaving like one sometimes.

"Well, I do have a very punchable face," he offered as a small joke, if only to show that he meant no harm. And why would he? It wasn't every day that a potentially interesting patron walked through those doors. So maybe, just maybe, he would dedicate some extra attention to Tae-min this particular night.

"Here you go, mate," Ray added gently, pouring him yet another glass of whiskey and sliding it over the table in the reaper's direction. "But how about-- I leave the whole bottle here and try to make your night better? The bar's near empty tonight and I'm three doritos away from dying of boredom here..."

#Hello hello! Thank you for replying to my starter. I hope everything's going alright :D #convo:taemin&raghan01 #c:raghan #v:sinner's rest #mournus

@boysfromtheburbs continued from here

“I’m usually a lot more of a ray of sunshine on those days.” Tobey admitted, bitterness coating his tongue. The Sinner’s rest was the go-to on any given day, Tobey dragging friends to the bar anytime he could. And most days, it was a riot. Tobey would drink, laugh, rinse and repeat. That wasn’t the case tonight. “Glad to know I’m making a memorable impression, then.” He murmured, nursing his rum and coke in his hands, rotating the sweating glass in his palms. Sighing, Tobey dropped his head, dark locks licking the sticky counter. “I’m sorry, man.” He apologized, sheepishly. “Work fucking sucked. Had to give CPR to three people today. Two were choking on a hot dog, that I then had to taste by proxy. The third guy just wanted an excuse to tongue me.” He shuddered. “The guy wasn’t even hot!” Tobey exclaimed, needing to take a swig. “And did I mention my car broke down as I got here. Yeah, it’s sitting riiiiight out there.” He bucked his thumb to the front door behind him. “Figured id just waste sometime procrastinating before I figure out why to do. Either way, not your fault.”

One thing about bartenders: they learned to listen. Ray wasn't the exception. If anything, perhaps he listened too much. He listened enough to know that this patron was a lifeguard; he picked up that much through the conversations Tobey held with his friends on his regular visits. So, at least, the complaints voice made a lot of sense for him.

"We really need to get you a job where you get to tongue people you actually find attractive... And with less hotdogs involved," he mused gently, going the extra mile and pouring a glass of rum and coke for himself. Apparently, the demon had decided that he would give Tobey most of his attention that night.

"Say, Tobey... Your name was Tobey, right mate? What do you say you forget about the crappy day you've had, you enjoy your drink and the music, and I call someone to get your car checked for you?" he offered warmly, leaning over the bar just to get a little bit closer to the other. "And if you say yes, I miiiiight even give you a shoulder rub, you know, for the tension."

#Yoooo. thank you so much for replying to my starter #I hope it's okay I make this its own post #convo:tobey&raghan01 #c:raghan #v:sinner's rest #boysfromtheburbs

@mortalalchemy continued from here

“Well then I guess it’s long overdue,” Lex grinned, pulling up a stool and resting his elbows on the bar. “Was gettin’ kinda bored and lonely home alone, so this puppy needed a walk.”

“You know what I really like about all of this? That when you say home, you mean my apartment,” he offered gently, pulling already a few bottles to prepare a nice looking cocktail that he knew Lex would appreciate.

“You’re always welcome to drop by whenever you need a walk. My bar is your bar and no harm shall come to you here.”

#convo:lex&raghan #c:raghan #mortalalchemy #that's all I ask of queue

* Character Outline

FULL NAME : Raghan Sebastian Brunestud

TITLE(S) : Lust archdemon

NICKNAME(S) : Ray, Raymond, Rayby, Asshole,

╳ FLAWS.

♔ STRENGTHS.

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

Tagged by: @voxvulgi there you have it, don’t yell at me xD

Tagging: everyone who reads this. no exceptions :P

#meme:raghan #c:raghan #trivia:raghan

continued from @fluidorb

open to bottoms your muse contacting or confronting him over a “best friends” insta story he managed to upload till it got deleted. the story being this archive.vid

“I was feeling funny” Henry pointed with a simple shrug, “it’s not like I have many people on that list, you know?”

He did not expect to find this kind of content on his Instagram, he really didn’t, and yet he definitely couldn’t just let it pass by without addressing it because now his demonic nature had caused him to feel a mighty need.

“And you expect me to believe that’s you?” he teased, even when he didn’t doubt it at all. “I’m sorry, I’m gonna need hard, palpable evidence to back those claims-”

#convo:henry&raghan #c:raghan #fluidorb

@melsworldofmuses

How the incubus came across with the hybrid was hardly important at that point. Ray had always been drawn to chaotic people after all. It was a natural ocurrence, maybe because of his demonic existence or because of his own thrill seeking nature, he couldn’t tell. All he knew at the moment, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. His friend wasn’t exactly having the best day... He could call him friend, right? Oh, well, he’d do it anyway.

“Someone’s in a bad mood today,” he thought aloud with his gentle british accent, more as a light hearted tease than anything else. The demon was nothing if not happy-go-lucky. “What’s the matter today, mate? Someone insulted your clothes? Missed your favorite show?”

He made a pause, looking at his companion with a gentle look, offering a beer instead. As a bartender he knew sometimes a drink made problems go away.

“Wait... You’re hungry. Is that it? You know you can feed on me whenever, right?”

#in which my incubus baby has a soft spot for messy people #convo:benjamin&raghan #c:raghan #melsworldofmuses

@triumviratxm

Raghan wasn’t amused in the slightest. He thought the whole SPC was stupid, mostly because he could obliterate the whole organization if he so desired. Thankfully for humankind, this archdemon had no interest in the anihilation of their race- he loved it far too much.

But it meant he had to deal with the sides of humanity that weren’t so pretty, like that pathetic desire to control everything under the sun even when it was obvious the couldn’t. That’s how he ended up with a new GOC agent in the middle of his living room, introducing himself.

He would’ve been offended if this kid wasn’t so handsome.

“So... You’re the new baby sitter,” he stated, british accent as clear as day as he slouched a bit on the couch. “Well, get comfortable. Mike wasn’t so good at sitting around and playing videogames all day so-”

#convo:valerian&raghan #c:raghan #triumviratxm