Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Jonas had certainly succeeded in shutting Jack up, obviously upset that the comment was made in front of his lady friend. It was enough to get him to drop the subject, and his attack. Snarling at the Peacekeeper as he began to walk away, effectively removing himself from the conversation. Quickly he pulled his arm up, wrapping it about Dylan's shoulders and pulling her small frame into his own. C'mon, let go get a drink. All the redhead could do was nod, giving one last glance back towards the man who had offered her his jacket. There were certainly mixed emotions swirling around, although her core beliefs would remain unshaken. With a sigh she turned to follow her companions step, continuing down the street and heading towards The Junebug. The entrance was somewhat hidden if you didn't know what you were looking for, mainly because it looked like an entryway that had never been used. The large metal door was rusted, and seemed as though it may very well be rotted in place. There was even a large padlock fastened to a latch to give the added effect that this door was not an access point to anything worth while. Those who frequented places such as these knew better though, and after a quick pull the door opened up to a downward staircase which lead to the basement of the diner. Everyone in the establishment knew Jack, and most knew Dylan if only by sight. The redhead followed her companion as he made his rounds and said 'hello' to the patrons. Thankfully there weren't any real long drawn out conversations and the pair found themselves seated at the bar only about ten minutes after they had arrived. Nothing had really been said between them, Jack still licking his wounds from the earlier blow by the Peacekeeper. Finally he was able to break the silence between them though, ripping Dylan from her own confusing thoughts and bringing her back to the reality that surrounded them. You should have just walked away from him. The redhead shifted a little on the stool she was perched upon, not sure how he could possibly be trying to blame her for anything that had happened. Before she was able to respond though two glasses of clear liquid were placed in front of the pair. It was known as 'Vile', and it was strong stuff. Definitely strong enough to make your troubles melt away, at least for a night. You should have just stayed out of it. The words were somewhat cold, and followed by her taking a sip of the strong clear liquid. Instantly after it was swallowed she made a face, sticking out her tongue as her body shuddered in response to the liquor. Initially she hadn't even wanted to drink, but now it seemed as though it might be necessary to calm the tension. I can take care of myself. Jack chuckled at the last comment, shaking his head and taking his own long pull from his glass. Maybe you can. Pretty soon it's going to get out of control though. They have too much power...and it wont be long before they start using it. Do you know what's going to happen to girl's like you when everything shifts? Dylan rolled her eyes, having heard this spiel before. Of course the thought was a little daunting, but she wasn't about to believe that she wold just roll over and give in should anything that extreme happen. Jack had been claiming that the 'shift' was coming for three years, and still nothing had really changed. Can't we just...not do this? Why can't we just have a normal fucking conversation? Dylan took another drink, the more she let pass between her lips the less disgusting it tasted. Even with just a few drinks gone, she was starting to feel the effects. There was no regulation for making bootleg booze, so those who produced it were held to no standard as far as how strong or safe something could be. The same went for the drugs, but the redhead rarely participated in things like that. Actually hadn't touched them in years. We could always just avoid conversation all together... A hand slipped beneath the bar, resting on Dylan's. Jacks fingers toying with the ripped fabric of her tights, teasing what exposed skin he could reach. I like it more when you're all worked up and... Dylan cut him off by smacking his hand away, obviously not in the mood for whatever her counterpart had in mind. Thankfully Jack didn't push it any further, accepting his fate for the time being. The pair just sat in silence, drinking and marinating in their own thoughts which were becoming more and more fuzzy as the liquid disappeared from the glasses. At some point Jack moved from the bar, the alcohol making him feel more social and flirtatious. The redhead didn't mind his absence, her own buzz keeping her happily entertained all on her own. A few hours passed, and somehow Dylan had managed to polish off three glasses of Vile. Jack had already left with some blonde groupie, which stung a bit, but also offered some relief. The basement was still occupied, the party still going. It wasn't uncommon for those who managed to get incredibly messes up to spend the day sleeping it off in the same place they had passed out. Of course they were charged a nice little fine from the owner in the morning. The redhead drunkenly decided that she could probably make the trek home, it wasn't incredibly far and she knew the routes that were less occupied by law enforcement. With a bit of a stumble she pulled herself off the stool, making sure to leave a decent amount of credits on the bar for the drinks she had consumed. A few moments later she found herself greeting the fresh air of the world above. The night was still chilled, but she barely felt it now. The liquor having given her a imaginary jacket. Taking a deep breath she started trudging through the alleyway, trying her best to walk as normally as possible. This had been a terrible night, and despite the fact that she was pleasantly plastered, she just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.