Wine, Women, and More Wine

The jig was up. He opened an eye. “You gonna invite me in or not, asshole?”

Not with that language, no.

He didn’t want to say “It’s good to see you,” (trouble always followed this one) but he did want to acknowledge that Casimiro had not contacted him in some time.

It’s been a while.

"Only because I can't get in," he hinted back, grinning. "If I ask nicely, can I come in and see all the clocks?" One-way mind, this one had.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie’s face twitched uncomfortably, the way it always did when she considered theoretically being around forever. Most of the time all she could think about was how to get by day-by-day. The thought of outliving everyone was a bit incongruous. “Well, it’s not like I have to avoid them forever. Just until I’ve got things sorted out a bit more.” And by that, she meant not wanting to kill and eat anyone with a heartbeat.

The tickling of the bat crawling up her arm cut off her pondering, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she whined “Sto-oop!”

“Still not a good idea, mia idiota.” He crawled up her sleeve, licking her on the elbow and grinning evilly.

Millie was unable to respond, tense and shaking and trying to keep in her laughter lest someone outside should wonder what exactly was so funny in the women’s restroom. She shrugged off the borrowed jacket and concentrated on pulling the bat out from the sleeve of her sweater.

Casimiro, however, would not be extracted from his cave so easily. He nipped and scratched at the intruding fingers. "Hey, what are you doing?"

O-oh! Oh dear…

Was the bat dead? Ples drew it in close to get a good look, trying to see if the little chest would still rise and fall.

He yawned, stretching, and stuck his tongue out.

Ples released a frustrated sigh and let his arms fall back down, but did not let his hands go out from under the bat. It was someone he knew. Obviously not Abel. Just as obviously not Dok. And not a cute little MillieBat.

Mister Casimiro?

The jig was up. He opened an eye. "You gonna invite me in or not, asshole?"

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

“Until she tries to get me institutionalized,” Millie snorted. “I highly doubt she’d believe me, and even if she did? Good luck with me ever trying to go out again. First time out of the nest and I wind up dead. Not a good track record.”

The fact that Cas even considered apologizing was a large step. However, he decided against it. She’d happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not his fault.

“Like she could stop you?” he snorted, then thought again. Perhaps she could. Continuing in a smaller tone, he said, “Just remember that you’re gonna be around forever. You should spend time with your familia while they’re still alive.” You don’t want to regret it forever.

“Too hot now,” he quipped suddenly, crawling up the towel and ducking into Millie’s sleeve. “What, are you trying to roast me, idiota?”

Millie’s face twitched uncomfortably, the way it always did when she considered theoretically being around forever. Most of the time all she could think about was how to get by day-by-day. The thought of outliving everyone was a bit incongruous. “Well, it’s not like I have to avoid them forever. Just until I’ve got things sorted out a bit more.” And by that, she meant not wanting to kill and eat anyone with a heartbeat.

The tickling of the bat crawling up her arm cut off her pondering, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she whined “Sto-oop!”

"Still not a good idea, mia idiota." He crawled up her sleeve, licking her on the elbow and grinning evilly.

Ples delicately stroked the bat’s head, poor thing. But what to do with it now? Ples walked back round the house and sat on his front steps with his hands out. Perhaps the bat would gain its senses soon and fly off on his own.

Cas cursed inwardly; Ples hadn’t gone inside. He had been hoping for a free invite in, but apparently not. He closed his eyes, flopping out on his back in Ples’ hands.

O-oh! Oh dear…

Was the bat dead? Ples drew it in close to get a good look, trying to see if the little chest would still rise and fall.

He yawned, stretching, and stuck his tongue out.

Easy, easy now…you’re all right…

He kept his hands together to form a little floor for the bat, so he might find even ground.

Cas simply curled up, tucking his head under a wing before Ples could spot the blind eye.

Ples delicately stroked the bat’s head, poor thing. But what to do with it now? Ples walked back round the house and sat on his front steps with his hands out. Perhaps the bat would gain its senses soon and fly off on his own.

Cas cursed inwardly; Ples hadn't gone inside. He had been hoping for a free invite in, but apparently not. He closed his eyes, flopping out on his back in Ples' hands.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

maybejustaweebit:

The dryer elicited a purr from the cold vampire, and he curled up into a fuzzy ball while the warm air blew his fur this was and that. “Told you to just tell her. ‘S better.” He began drawing paws over his ears, drying behind them.

“Until she tries to get me institutionalized,” Millie snorted. “I highly doubt she’d believe me, and even if she did? Good luck with me ever trying to go out again. First time out of the nest and I wind up dead. Not a good track record.”

The fact that Cas even considered apologizing was a large step. However, he decided against it. She’d happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not his fault.

“Like she could stop you?” he snorted, then thought again. Perhaps she could. Continuing in a smaller tone, he said, “Just remember that you’re gonna be around forever. You should spend time with your familia while they’re still alive.” You don’t want to regret it forever.

“Too hot now,” he quipped suddenly, crawling up the towel and ducking into Millie’s sleeve. “What, are you trying to roast me, idiota?”

Oh, seems the fellow was all right, just a bit confused and tangled. Ples tried his best to gently remove the bat from the bush.

simplyprofessional

He scrabbled weakly at Ples’ hands, tiny fingers catching on his arm-spats, and hauled himself into the man’s hands.

Easy, easy now…you’re all right…

He kept his hands together to form a little floor for the bat, so he might find even ground.

#Whoops #Sorry #Wrong account was that yep

Cas simply curled up, tucking his head under a wing before Ples could spot the blind eye.

simplyprofessional replied to your post: A bat flutters into the window, slamming loudly and falling to the ground outside the front door.

The creature was drooped over a bush, unmoving.

Ples wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t fear bites or scratches; getting sick was rather a challenge these days, but he didn’t want to risk further injury by trying to move it. He crouched and got as close as he could to the bat, examining the body for any potential issues. If it looked too broken, he would not touch it.

Disguised-Casimiro squeaked pitifully, wriggling pathetically.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

“Hey!” Millie snapped, holding the bat bundle up to her face. “Don’t talk about my mother like that. I have no qualms against locking you in a freezer right now. And I can’t say you didn’t deserve it, considering how much of an asshat you generally are to me…barring this evening, actually,” she admitted.

Cas only hissed, hackles raised, and went back to his violent defabrication of the towel. “Try to be nice,” he mumbled around a mouthful of cloth, “Dooooooooon’.” Tiny bat limbs flailled, attempting to fight the idea being put in a freezer.

“Then don’t do anything to my mom,” Millie huffed, heading into a convenience store. “Just because I don’t get to see her doesn’t mean I won’t care if something happens to her.” She grumbled a bit, taking the bat bundle to the back and into the restroom, seeking out the little hand dryer. She banged on the button and held Cas under the hot air.

The dryer elicited a purr from the cold vampire, and he curled up into a fuzzy ball while the warm air blew his fur this was and that. "Told you to just tell her. 'S better." He began drawing paws over his ears, drying behind them.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie bundled him up in the towel, getting up and walking before wondering just where she was going. She couldn’t exactly bring him inside, letting him thaw out just enough to tear after her mother. Or, worse, have her mother find her and wonder just why she was trying to warm a wet, talking bat.

So she changed direction, looking for some other place to step into. Wasn’t like there was a risk of him freezing. “Sorry about this, again.” Even though he kind of deserved it.

Growling, the vampire tore at the towel with his teeth - a mini-tantrum, as moving still making him cold. A string of curses re-started, mumbled around the terrycloth. “-dam—-ichgon——tear’rr—-prt-“

“Hey!” Millie snapped, holding the bat bundle up to her face. “Don’t talk about my mother like that. I have no qualms against locking you in a freezer right now. And I can’t say you didn’t deserve it, considering how much of an asshat you generally are to me…barring this evening, actually,” she admitted.

Cas only hissed, hackles raised, and went back to his violent defabrication of the towel. "Try to be nice," he mumbled around a mouthful of cloth, "Dooooooooon'." Tiny bat limbs flailled, attempting to fight the idea being put in a freezer.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie nodded and ran off, coming back with a hotel towel to scoop him up in. Teeny shivering bats were much less threatening than large, thrashing vampires.

Teeny and shivering he might be, but the violent shaking wracking his body made it difficult for Cas to think straight, let alone curse or fight. “Heat-ter,” he muttered, pulling the blanket in around himself and trying to rub himself dry against it with tiny, shaking claws. Anything to get rid of the cold. He was naturally cold, as a vampire, but that didn’t make a dip in the near-freezing pool any less chilling. His ears folded back as Cas managed to curl up under the towel, shuddering at least contained by Millie’s cupped hands.

Millie bundled him up in the towel, getting up and walking before wondering just where she was going. She couldn’t exactly bring him inside, letting him thaw out just enough to tear after her mother. Or, worse, have her mother find her and wonder just why she was trying to warm a wet, talking bat.

So she changed direction, looking for some other place to step into. Wasn’t like there was a risk of him freezing. “Sorry about this, again.” Even though he kind of deserved it.

Growling, the vampire tore at the towel with his teeth - a mini-tantrum, as moving still making him cold. A string of curses re-started, mumbled around the terrycloth. "-dam---ichgon----tear'rr---prt-"

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie jumped back, unsure of what to do and rather afraid to move and give him a direction for his wrath. “Please calm down. I’m sorry. She didn’t mean to—I’m sorry. Please don’t kill anyone. Don’t freak out.”

The concrete suffered several scores and punctures by angry vampire claws before Cas calmed down enough to poof into a bat. “T-t-towel,” he managed from behind chattering teeth.

Millie nodded and ran off, coming back with a hotel towel to scoop him up in. Teeny shivering bats were much less threatening than large, thrashing vampires.

Teeny and shivering he might be, but the violent shaking wracking his body made it difficult for Cas to think straight, let alone curse or fight. "Heat-ter," he muttered, pulling the blanket in around himself and trying to rub himself dry against it with tiny, shaking claws. Anything to get rid of the cold. He was naturally cold, as a vampire, but that didn't make a dip in the near-freezing pool any less chilling. His ears folded back as Cas managed to curl up under the towel, shuddering at least contained by Millie's cupped hands.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Carol was practically giddy, laughing jeering at the sinking man. Millie stood frozen momentarily, unable to really process what just happened. When she did, her mind focused on two things: One, that Cas was going to be pissed, and two, that a pissed Cas meant one that lost his face and wanted to kill everybody. So it was with that thought that Millie dashed over, pulling her mother away from her celebration and rushing her back into the relative safety of the hotel.

“You saw that? Fucker’s not gonna mess with you a—Emily? Where are you going?” Her mother’s face fell, seeing Millie about to run off.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Just have another drink, and I’ll be right back. Do not follow me,” she punctuated the last bit, trying to express the seriousness of her words without having to explain. With that, Millie dashed back out, stopping right before making it over to the water, standing hesitantly and awaiting calamity.

One clawed hand had made its way out of the water, pulling its master up after it. Though the hand hadn’t been affected yet, the face certainly had: Casimiro’s eye was sparking and fizzing, water steaming up from the surface of the bone-white that was spreading slowly across his face. He hauled himself out of the pool and flopped wetly onto the concrete, shouting obscenities as his clothes plastered themselves to him and soaked the concrete. He was shivering violently, which made each curse chatter and break.

Millie jumped back, unsure of what to do and rather afraid to move and give him a direction for his wrath. “Please calm down. I’m sorry. She didn’t mean to—I’m sorry. Please don’t kill anyone. Don’t freak out.”

The concrete suffered several scores and punctures by angry vampire claws before Cas calmed down enough to poof into a bat. "T-t-towel," he managed from behind chattering teeth.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie didn’t take a whole lot of time thinking about the jacket before bundling herself in it. She stayed a few steps back, unsure of how this was going to go.

“Just wanted to talk,” her mother replied casually. “Don’t know what your actual relationship with my daughter actually is—considering she doesn’t really seem to even like you—” She glanced over to Millie, who confirmed this with a furious nod. “—and I don’t really care. There’s just one thing.”

Her voice lost its pretense of niceness. “I have a problem with skeezy assholes like you taking advantage of my kid. She’s not happy, and I’ve got good reason to believe it’s your fault. So here’s how it’s going to be. You’re not going to mess with her. You’re not going to talk to her, and on the rare instance you do it will be nothing but the nice words and pleasantries.” She snarled, a hand reaching up to quickly yank Casimiro down by his hair. Her other hand balled into a fist and made impact with his gut.

She leaned in and hissed in his ear, “And if I get any reason to believe Emily is less than completely happy with her life out here, then you’re going to need to call the police and inform them there is a crazy woman out for your head. Not that it’ll matter much.” With that, she let him go, shoving him into the icy cold pool.

Baring his teeth, the vampire tried to hit back. The woman’s blow had hardly hurt, but fighting with girls was, in Cas’ opinion, completely fine, especially if they hit first. However, Casimiro had not been expecting it, and his folded arms made him slow to fight back. He tried vainly to disentangle his limbs but found himself off-balance, snarling as he fell backward into the pool. Bubbles littered the surface of the water as he sank like a stone, thrashing wildly. His body no longer floated, and the extreme cold slowed his joints.

Carol was practically giddy, laughing jeering at the sinking man. Millie stood frozen momentarily, unable to really process what just happened. When she did, her mind focused on two things: One, that Cas was going to be pissed, and two, that a pissed Cas meant one that lost his face and wanted to kill everybody. So it was with that thought that Millie dashed over, pulling her mother away from her celebration and rushing her back into the relative safety of the hotel.

“You saw that? Fucker’s not gonna mess with you a—Emily? Where are you going?” Her mother’s face fell, seeing Millie about to run off.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Just have another drink, and I’ll be right back. Do not follow me,” she punctuated the last bit, trying to express the seriousness of her words without having to explain. With that, Millie dashed back out, stopping right before making it over to the water, standing hesitantly and awaiting calamity.

#going to ignore hotel security

One clawed hand had made its way out of the water, pulling its master up after it. Though the hand hadn't been affected yet, the face certainly had: Casimiro's eye was sparking and fizzing, water steaming up from the surface of the bone-white that was spreading slowly across his face. He hauled himself out of the pool and flopped wetly onto the concrete, shouting obscenities as his clothes plastered themselves to him and soaked the concrete. He was shivering violently, which made each curse chatter and break.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie shot him a bewildered look, both in how he could in any way think telling her mother the truth was a good idea, and the fact that he felt either way about it. She kept behind the two, interested in exactly how this night would continue, following her mother as she led them through a back door. The pool, one of the hotel’s amenities, was completely empty, the weather too cold for it to be of any enjoyment. Millie’s teeth chattered, and even Carol had to control her shivers as she dug around in her purse.

It was better because it hurt less. You got to stay with your family, got to see them and talk to them, got to love them, before they died and you were alone forever. That’s why it hurt less. Cas huffed, used to the cold, and paused for a moment before shrugging off his jacket and tossing it at Millie’s face, mumbling something about, “Idiota. Coming out without a coat….” He waited for Carol to do something, either to leave them alone or to trounce Millie off for whatever reason. “So, what do you want?” he asked, folding his arms over his rather skinny chest and towering above the tiny mother.

Millie didn’t take a whole lot of time thinking about the jacket before bundling herself in it. She stayed a few steps back, unsure of how this was going to go.

“Just wanted to talk,” her mother replied casually. “Don’t know what your actual relationship with my daughter actually is—considering she doesn’t really seem to even like you—” She glanced over to Millie, who confirmed this with a furious nod. “—and I don’t really care. There’s just one thing.”

Her voice lost its pretense of niceness. “I have a problem with skeezy assholes like you taking advantage of my kid. She’s not happy, and I’ve got good reason to believe it’s your fault. So here’s how it’s going to be. You’re not going to mess with her. You’re not going to talk to her, and on the rare instance you do it will be nothing but the nice words and pleasantries.” She snarled, a hand reaching up to quickly yank Casimiro down by his hair. Her other hand balled into a fist and made impact with his gut.

She leaned in and hissed in his ear, “And if I get any reason to believe Emily is less than completely happy with her life out here, then you’re going to need to call the police and inform them there is a crazy woman out for your head. Not that it’ll matter much.” With that, she let him go, shoving him into the icy cold pool.

Baring his teeth, the vampire tried to hit back. The woman's blow had hardly hurt, but fighting with girls was, in Cas' opinion, completely fine, especially if they hit first. However, Casimiro had not been expecting it, and his folded arms made him slow to fight back. He tried vainly to disentangle his limbs but found himself off-balance, snarling as he fell backward into the pool. Bubbles littered the surface of the water as he sank like a stone, thrashing wildly. His body no longer floated, and the extreme cold slowed his joints.

I seem to have misplaced my mom.

Millie yelped and pulled her hand away, bringing it to her own lips to heal the bites. His save was rather terrible, but she was surprised that he even attempted in the first place.

Her mother was less than impressed, but she lowered the glass, looking back coolly. “Much better. You know, I could really use a smoke right now. Can we continue this outside?”

The vampire huffed, considering running off right there and then, but then Millie would probably make up some wild story about him to her mother and he’d get beaned with the next shot glass she found her way to. So, with a hearty scowl, he trudged along after her. However, before they went far, he pulled Millie back, swiftly leaning in to whisper into her ear: “You should tell her. It will be better.” Then, he trounced off, out the door, following Carol.

Millie shot him a bewildered look, both in how he could in any way think telling her mother the truth was a good idea, and the fact that he felt either way about it. She kept behind the two, interested in exactly how this night would continue, following her mother as she led them through a back door. The pool, one of the hotel’s amenities, was completely empty, the weather too cold for it to be of any enjoyment. Millie’s teeth chattered, and even Carol had to control her shivers as she dug around in her purse.