Alaric was not normally a drinker. He’d indulge every now and then but hardly to a place like this. He wasn’t good in crowds and the sheer energy of this crowd really put him on edge. He needed a bit of alcohol to help him calm the nerves a bit. He handed the woman a few jewels and took the drink from her. One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps and it was gone. Alaric opened his mouth and a small bit of fire and smoke released. Was it the heat of the bourbon or the demon inside of him that was causing the searing sensation in the back of his throat. His tongue smacked about trying to lose the sharp flavor.
“It is because you drink piss that it tastes as so. If you want to truly enjoy alcohol you have to be willing to spend extra for the good stuff.” Pyreaus voice chimed in his head. That voice he had no problem hearing. “I don’t think the point is to enjoy the drink but the company.” Alaric retorted in a snarky tone. He was not on the best terms with the demon who shared his body but the two had become closer. Moreso out of necessity than anything. It was not like the demon was going to leave of his own free will.
Alaric pushed off from leaning on the bar and wove through the crowd to find a place to post up near the entrance to the club. For once, he had beat Salem there. The bass of the music was much less dramatic and overwhelming over here. He was actually able to focus on his own thoughts and the room itself. Though the lights were low, Alaric saw everything clearly. He could smell it all perfectly too. Sweaty, humid, and foul. People were sick. Some of the things his nose caught whiffs of made him shake his head. “Disgusting aren’t they?.” Alaric smirked, not sure how he felt agreeing with a demon. “Guess we have that idea in common.”
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