@andrcfiles || judah & will
When Will wanted to feed but craved something with a little more substance, he'd often visit a dive bar on the edge of town. The wood-paneled walls and the neon signs -- paired with the jukebox music that was twangy and never from this century -- made the demon feel nostalgic for a bygone era. But the biggest draw was by far the clientele: mostly men past a certain age, grizzled to varying extents by the shit they'd encountered over the decades. Men who were gruff at first, but with some light encouragement on Will's end would come around to appreciate spending the night inside someone young and handsome and tight.
Will was immediately drawn to a man sitting at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of half-melted ice with a million mile stare in his eyes. As he made his way over, he caught the bartender's eye-- who promptly shivered and dropped the glass he was drying back into his little washing station, following Will over to where the other man was sitting.
"Hi. Just some soda water and a lime wedge for me, please." The dark haired demon smiled at the bartender as he slid onto the stool. "And a, uh..." He turned to the lonely patron he'd sat next to and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "What are you drinking? A whiskey? This one's on me, sir."
