Jeremiah looked up a the men beside him, both only just finishing their drinks. With a smirk the teenager shrugged, teasing the men who thought they'd be able to beat the underage Phantom in a chugging contest. The people surrounding the three of them cheered lightly, some snickering at the defeat the two older men just received. To the young rebel his win was nothing serious- this was simply child's play. Needless to say that Miah was enjoying himself, it felt good to live without a deep thought once in a while. The people cleared after the losing men placed their jewels beside the victor and moved to another part of the pub.

Lately people seemed to show him more attention all throughout his guild and Oak town. In Phantom Lord he was acknowledged as one of the strongest mages after only being apart of the guild for 2 months, shit even the townsfolk of Oak heard rumors of his strength. When he first joined, he knew that he was one of Phantoms most valuable mages but now he was getting respect. As of late he's been thinking positively, so why not have a drink...or thirty.


Jeremiah's head snapped to his right. About two seats down a woman sat beside him. The young mage raised his eyebrow in response, staring blankly at the edgy woman. Her style was dope and sexy in all honesty but his eyes were only set on her chest. For a second or two he stared at her breasts, quickly formulating scenarios and different techniques to use on her before looking down at her wrapped hand. This woman didn't look familiar, but she carried herself like someone strong and Jeremiah liked that.

"You look a little to young to be drinking, girl." He stated coldly. Miah's golden orbs stared blankly into her eyes, only his eyebrow arched slightly while his empty cup remained in his hand.

Jeremiah's eyes finally met with the girls orbs. Hers almost identical to his. Her tone and expression nearly an exact replica of his own. There were always many women here considering this was Oaks most famous drinking place, but none of the woman could match this one. Her elegance was different, it boasted feminine but it also boasted "Don't fuck with me" and as she spoke Jeremiah realized just how tough she was. The Savannian watched and nodded as the woman spoke, stating that she could say the same about him but looks were deceiving. She was no little girl, that was for sure. She continued on, pointing out that it obviously wasn't a problem for Jeremiah to get drinks despite how he looked "Looks can be deceiving." He replied with a light shrug. While it was obvious that he was young, 18 wasn't too far from 21 anyway. Here in Oak, if people respected you you could get away with murder "Besides, I can hold my own, can you?" The Phantom paused before looking forward at the liquor behind the bar, hinting at what he was getting at.

Ohhhh. This girl was bold! Jeremiah didn't even need to say anything as he looked forward at the drinks behind the bar. The woman responded confidently, apparently wanting to prove to him that she was well capable of holding her alcohol. Miah's eyes glanced over at her seeing her smirk forcing him too to smirk. Boy, he couldn't help it when it came to challenges, especially one like this. He refused to be humiliated today by a simple visitor. The girl moved closer towards Jeremiah, picking up he passed out man beside him and tossing him before she sat. That arm of hers... it continued to give the Demon Slayer an odd feeling but he didn't understand why.

Thorn. Thorn Vancarr. Interesting name and in all honesty it really fit her edgy look. Maybe her parents were just edgy ass people or something, after all Thorn was a really weird name to give a child. "I'm down. Let's see if you really deserve to be in this bar.". Miah then called over the bartender with a wave.

"Thorn... A name like that makes you sound dangerous..." He began. The Bartender approached Thorn and Jeremiah, sliding the woman an empty glass cup as he spoke. "Snake Venom." Was all he told the tender before he filled both of their cups with the brownish purplish liquid. Still with his eyes on Thorn and his filled cup in his left hand, "Name's Jeremiah, I'll take pleasure in beating the dangerous Thorn in a drinking contest." The Phantom extended his hand which held the filled cup, waiting for Thorn to knock her glass on his with a grin.

CLANK was the sound the two glass cups made as Thorn knocked hers into Jeremiahs. She seemed ready to take on this challenge just as Jeremiah was. The brown-skinned sorcerer couldn't help but chuckle at her courage. She really believed that she could beat Jeremiah? She had another thing coming. The Phantom watched as the woman chugged the drink. Snake Venom...it was he most dangerous beer in the world and this girl...she was taking the whole thing to the head without a flinch. Jeremiah's eyes widened and by the time she finished to speak he was in shock. Let the game begin.

"Alright then."

Jeremiah put the cup to his lips before opening his mouth and allowing the liquid to enter his stomach. It was an extremely bitter taste but he was able to ignore it. The burn to the chest however, that was a feeling he enjoyed. It was like there had been a firey explosion around his heart. It only took him a few seconds to finish before slamming his cup onto the counter. "Hit me." he told the the bartender coldly. The man filled the cup up with more of the snakes venom and right when he finished Miah guzzled the drink, then slammed it onto the counter once more when he was done. "So what brings you to Oak town, Thorn?" His voice a bit warmer than usual, like his fathers voice. Jeremiah was quite interested in who Thorn was.

The Tender once again filled his cup, but this time Jeremiah wasn't going to down it. The fuzzy feeling you felt when the poison crept on you...yeah he was getting that feeling now. It was probably best to slow down, especially since this was already his third round. Thorn took a gulp of her beverage, Miah waiting for her response patiently as she nursed her cup. A mercenary This girl really was dangerous. She said she angered one of her former clients by working with their enemy over a money issue. That was more than enough for her client to deserve what she did to him. "He got what he deserved." The sorcerer put his lips to the glass before gulping the liquid inside of it. "Sounds like you have an exciting life." he said with a chuckle. Thorn was interesting for sure.

Jeremiah's new drinking partner went on to ask about him, noticing that he was pretty comfortable here. "You could say that. I'm a Phantom Lord mage so people around here respect me like they do a lot of other Phantoms. Despite he rumors about us, many of us are pretty decent people." He wasn't lying though; many Phantom Lord mages were just misunderstood - though there were way too many who enjoyed murder, and other really evil things.

Jeremiah chugged the rest of his beer. It was just way too bitter for him to drink casually.

"You plan on being a mercenary forever? Being alone forever?"  

Most mercenaries seemed to have rather exciting lives, killing people bad or good, stealing from others for others, the list goes on. Jeremiah actually had thoughts on becoming a mercenary before leaving Fairy Tail but that life would only distract him from his goal and would probably bring him trouble. Instead he'd just be a Phantom, that way he'd have people who'd help him achieve his goal. Phantom Lord was one of the few guilds that would accept his ideals. To target the Magic Council automatically made you a "Dark Mage" even if you didn't have dark visions which is exactly why Fairy Tail was full of mages who could never understand him. People often strayed away from him or avoided him because of his overall demeanor but Jeremiah was a very angry individual then. In the end It didn't matter, it was a guild full of weaklings. They allowed one of the very few people he respected in the guild to die; the Guild Master Cecilia. None of them fought back despite her fighting for not only herself, but for her guild. That reason alone was enough for him to target Fairy Tail. So here he was, wanting to destroy both the Magic Council and Fairy Tail. It didn't get much eviler than that right? The edgy woman responded to what Jeremiah said about her life with a tease. Mr. Big shot guild mage... he couldn't help but snicker a little, nearly spitting the drink out of his mouth.

Miah listened to Thorn as she spoke. She liked being alone considering it was easier to maneuver. She even referenced a hostage situation but Jeremiah understood completely. For so long he was a loner but Ironically Phantom Lord changed that - oh and Barunz, his guardian Dardian. The Savannian glanced over at the beast standing by a wall about 20 meters behind Thorn with his arms crossed and Samehada on his back. Jeremiah took another swig of the venom as he listened to the mercenary speak.

Welp, there it was...he was starting to feel the effects of his drink and it was coming in pretty strong. At this rate he only had a few more cups in him, but he couldn't make it too obvious to Thorn. The woman went on, expressing how valuable strength and money was to her, even saying that Phantom Lord had a rival in that category.

"Heh." She was right, Phantom Lord actually had a few rivals in that Category, especially with Blue Pegasus' mages in the picture.

This dark haired woman was serious about her work. She took the time to advertise a little and made sure to add that as long as her clients treated her right they'd have nothing to worry about. "Oh?" A couple of things crossed his mind at this moment, one of them being to actually hire this woman to work for him. She did need a steady income right? Then again, he didn't really need a partner so it'd probably be a waste of money. Someone like her deserved to be in Phantom Lord though. The other thought that crossed his mind...well...

"I don't have a job for you right now, but I can still treat you right..." He spoke began. His golden orbs slightly dilated and the whites of his eyes slowly turning a light pink. Jeremiah's eyes looked directly at hers while he spoke."Only if you treat me right." With that, he placed the cup to his lips again and chugged the rest with a devilish smirk.

Jeremiah of course didn't know that his eyes had already changed color from the amount of alcohol he ingested. One thing he noticed was that he was drinking way more than his partner. He was at least only a cup or two in front of her though he wasn't acting responsibly. He was young, obviously still a bit naive and he often felt like he had a point to prove. Damn... he thought to himself as he came to the sudden realization that he was drunk. Coming back to reality, the woman still offered her services to the Phantom. Thorn would make a great partner, but he wasn't yet aware of her magical abilities. Miah was different frankly because he beleived strongly in his own power... he couldn't put his trust into someone he knew nothing about. Still, he took her into consideration based on how she spoke.

A drinking partner sounded better though. The woman shot him a smirk and teased him, causing the Savannian to gently bite his lip. He was used to dealing with women like this but that Snakes Venom was doing something else. Tonight he felt like...Hennything was possible.

Thorn spoke again, this time asking Jeremiah about himself considering she had already told him something. A secret? This woman was having way too much fun, or at least that's how it seemed. The sorcerer laughed a bit as the woman joked."Look at that, both correct." he smirked while looking at Thorn. Yeah, he was interested in her a couple reasons."It's true, I love animals, but I'm single...so you can call me Jerry if you want." He said warmly as his eyes watched hers. However within his warm words there was a spicy incentive, one Jeremiah knew the dangerous Thorn knew of as well.

Jeremiah couldn't help but smirk at what Thorn said. She amazed him with how bold she was every time she spoke. In a sense she rejected Jeremiah, saying that she was no interesting in both calling him Jerry or being his girlfriend. For a second he thought he actually got rejected but instead of being embarrassed, he actually felt more determined. Jeremiah wasn't one to get rejected - at least not so early in the game so it was safe to say that he wasn't going to allow himself to be rejected here. Jeremiah slid the tender his glass while the woman drank, only asking for it to be filled a little. It was no secret that he was already drunk off his ass. When Thorn was done guzzling her drink, she continued. He learned that she was actually down for...well...sex which was actually all he wanted. That Girlfriend reference was just a pickup line. Thorn was above cheap tricks like that though it seemed, she was a different breed of woman.

The Phantom licked his lips seductively before letting his bottom rest on his bottom row of teeth. Something strange happened next though. The woman placed her hand on his knee, sending a dark cold energy up his spine. It was an uncomfortable feeling that shocked him a bit. His instincts began to tell him that this woman was ironically really dangerous. What the hell did she just do to him? Immediately the young mage swiftly grabbed the wrist of the hand she touched him with and wrapped his free hand around her neck before slamming her back onto the bar table. The slam caused the people in the pub to look their way but Jeremiah didn't care...this was his town. Despite that odd and dark energy the female sent through his body, he wasn't trying to hurt her.

"What the was that just now?" He spoke softly, still trying to be friendly.

His Guardian Dardian stood on edge, ready to fight if he needed to but not yet moving from his position. He was confident in Jeremiah's abilities and knew that a lot of times he wouldn't be needed. Miah glared the woman in his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't have to kill her.

"Why is your hand wrapped, Thorn?" Jeremiah would stand over her, completely unaware of the position they were in.

Things weren't going to get out of hand. That much was true. Even if you weren't directly in front of Thorn and Jeremiah you would be able to tell that the young Phantom wouldn't hurt this girl, at least not unless he had to. The woman began to move the wrapped hand after he spoke. Slowly she began to take Jeremiah's fingers off of her neck, until eventually all five were off. He didn't react. Instead he watched her eyes. Thorn went on to say that her arm never reacted that way towards anything so it was a different experience for her as well. "Hm?" Jeremiah could tell that she was nervous but she remained relaxed. The edgy woman continued speaking, going into a bit of detail about her arm. It all suddenly made sense as her explanation was approaching an end. It's that arm. That sensation he felt was most likely his slayer intuition, some sort of sixth sense that alerted him of a demonic presence.

The young Savannian's eyes drifted down to Thorns chest, getting only a little sidetracked as he just noticed the position the two of them were in... his pelvis lightly pressed against hers. Thorn joked, hoping that he wasn't a Holy priest. His eyes glanced back at her hand and noticed that it was sill wrapped and hidden from the world."A Demon arm..." he whispered to himself before looking back at the mercenary. Curse magic was a very rare form of magic. The slayer didn't know anything at all about how it worked but he did know that there were different forms of curse magic. If she needed the arm of a demon to use it then hers was probably something pretty special, right?

"No, not a priest. I'm a Demon Slayer..." He paused before moving off of Thorn. "I recently gained these powers ...so there's still a lot to learn about them. Seems like my slayer senses were trying to tell me about your arm." He sighed. He wanted to ask her more about her arm but he'd save that for later or another time.

This was a bit embarrassing now that he thought about it. "Anyway, sorry about that, I overreacted, haha." he said lifting his hands up as if he gave up or admitted defeat, smiling warmly.

Jeremiah was lucky to have received such powers. Dragon slayers were known despite the rarity of their magic, but not many people have heard of the existence of Demon Slayers as much. Even so, there were magics out there that were just as rare. Thorn was curious about how he achieved his abilities though, but the explanation was far more complicated when he tried to say it aloud. "It's a long story, I'll tell you another time." It also didn't help that he was drunk. Too much talking would make his head pound so there wasn't much to say on the topic anymore. The people in the bar all went back to what they were doing once they realized that nothing interesting was actually happening. Barunz eased back up as he watched the duo. A demon lady and a demon slayer, wow...the edginess was so real yet it made him thirstier for the dangerous mercenary.

The Savannian smiled when the woman accepted his apology. Jeremiah sighed as she then scolded him a bit, telling him what she didn't like. "Sometimes I just can't control myself when I see such a beautiful woman." The warm smile he held on his face easily morphed into a devilish smirk. The woman moved closer. When she was by his ear he would grab her by her waist and pull her in, both of their bodies pressed on each other once more - this time for a good reason. She was just like him. It seemed both Thorn and Jeremiah had a goal in mind tonight... Yeah, you're getting this dick. he thought as Thorn moved leaned back onto the bar table. In this position her chest poked out just a little, but he couldn't help noticing how curvy she actually was. Everything about her was screaming sexy, down to her charisma.

Jeremiah moved closer, placing his hands on her hips and leaning in to whisper in her ear, just like she did to him. "You won't be able to push me from the position you'll be in." Blunt. The Phantom moved back from the woman before grabbing both her hands gently, attempting to pull her towards the exit as he walked backwards while still keeping his smirk. This time her demonic arm only sent a lighter chill down his spine and through the rest of his body, probably because it didn't catch him off guard this time. "Sounds like you wanna come home with me tonight." Once the two left together, Jeremiah would lead her to where to the hotel was which luckily only happened to be a block away.

"You really are dangerous." He'd say before they entered his room. Barunz would just have to take his ass home.