vatheon | .oo8 Everyone gets some bar time.

Who: Ronnie and Will
When: After curse week - late night
Where: Bar HOMRA
Style: Starting in third but following you!
Status: Closed

[ There was just way too much happening all at once. The curse with the hats was... interesting enough. The minute Ronald noticed how funky it was making everyone, he decided to steer clear of it. Then there was Yukio coming back... for the second time nontheless and not remembering a thing. Yet another thing Ronald had decided to steer clear of. For simplicity's sake. Then there was Izumo up and disappearing. That was another thing that worried him.

Basically that left him in charge of the bar.

Maybe it wasn't so bad. But that only meant hanging out here with little to no company whatsoever. Not that he minded. The patrons came in every now and then but there were the quiet lulls when no one was about. So maybe he looked just the slightest bit sleepy the minute William would come in but the jangle of the door's bell would definitely be enough to wake him. ]

Evening! Welcome to Bar HOMRA, feel free to pull up a chair and--

[ Pausing, blinking. ]

Mister Spears? Blimey, wasn't expecting you here. What can I do you for, sir?

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[ It's been a few days since Grell told William off. And during these last few days, William attempted to say to himself - Good. Finally, Sutcliff will leave me alone and I won't have to deal with him and his nonsense. Yet, William honestly expected Grell to burst through his apartment door, anyway. Or call. Or something.

But nothing happened. And being the blind, stubborn man that William T. Spears is, he can't quite seem to place why he's feeling so anxious all of a sudden - or won't admit to it, that is.

So, seeking the only other dispatch member that seems to be speaking to him, at the moment, William takes a seat at the bar and gets straight to the point. ]

Next time Sutcliff asks you for any sort of information, you can keep that regarding demons to yourself.

[ Blame the new kid, Will. Good tactic. ]

[ There's a small raise of the brow here as he folds his arms over the bartop. ]

Can't blame a bloke for trying. After all, wager'd a job or summat might've kept Mister Sutcliff busy enough to give you a bit of quiet is all.

[ Casual shrug. ]

Saw that little stunt you had with the Villa, eh?

It was not a stunt. I was attempting to get information on that demon he was so interested in.

[ And here's where William goes quiet. Because he wants to rant about this, but some of it he hasn't quite been able to say aloud to himself, much less to Ronald. Perhaps that liquor behind Ronald could help coaxing it out? ]

[ Already on it. He's selected a good bourbon tonight and it goes in two glasses. One gets slid over to William, the other he keeps in his hand. There's a small teasing smirk back at him though. ]

Are you going to do the same to me then?

[ It's as though he doesn't even need to think about his answer. ]

If I found you to be in relations with someone of a suspicious nature, then yes. I would do the same for you, as well.

[ He takes a sip of the bourbon. It's good quality. ]

Though, I feel I have less to worry about, when it comes to you being poorly influenced or taken advantage of.

In Mister Sutcliff's defense, sir, he's not really the kind who seems too easily influenced. That form of crackers must be natural.

[ Taking a sip from his own glass. ]

Lets say the lad I fancy... lass... whatever... happens to be half demon. Is that suspicious or no?

[ alskdghuff - takes another long sip. Ronald you're supposed to agree with him, not say the same thing Grell had said in his closing argument! ]

Of course that is suspicious. Honestly. Have you lot learned nothing from working in dispatch?

Well... that's the thing... they're not our demons.

[ In a way he's just saying Grell's too crazy to act on someone else's influence, yanno? ]

I mean... s'like how there're other reapers out there an we're nothing like them. What if they're not the same as our demons?

[ And he knows this. Trouble is, William's real concern is that this demon could take advantage of Grell - pull him into some bad situation and hurt him. Or even just decide he wants nothing to do with him anymore and try to dispose of him, how Sebastian almost did before William interjected.

...William just doesn't see that he's phrasing his thoughts entirely wrong. ]

What do you suppose we do then, Knox? Wait patiently and see what happens? If your theory is correct, then there is also the possibility that demons from this world could be worse than our own.

[ At that, William does make sense. Demons from other worlds could be better, they could be worse. ]

Well... what would you do then? Mister Fujimoto says Mephisto's just a nuisance. Same with Rin and I work with the bloke at the host club. He's prolly just a pain in the arse rather'n someone who'd cause any real trouble if you ask me.

[ But then there's that feeling you can't shake... ]

[ William lets out his usual huff, but the answer that follows probably isn't what Ronald was expecting to hear. ]

Honestly...

I am unsure of what to do. Sutcliff has decided to cut off all relations with me because of my inquiries about Mephisto Pheles. I suppose I could continue to monitor them both, but if he were to realize this, I am certain his reactions would be even more severe.

[ And that worries him. He's never seen his boss like this. There's a sigh though as he shakes his head a bit. ]

D'you ever thing sir, it'd prolly be best to leave him be...?

[ But have a small smile. ]

Tell you what. If it worries you, I'll keep an eye on them. Real careful. That way, it isn't on you if they figure it out, eh? How's that?

[ William blinks up at Ronald, obviously thinking the idea over. ]

I suppose that will have to do.

[ Though, he doesn't sound entirely satisfied. Something's still off. William pushes his tumbler towards Ronald, silently instructing him to refill it. ]

I'll keep you posted if I hear anything suspicious.

[ Have a smile back, albeit a very small one as he fills the cup. ]

Let her have her fun. He let you have yours, didn't he? Down here, sir, dare I say we're prolly more friends'n subordinate and boss, eh?

Course... if you think the same way I mean.

Friendship is, apparently, no longer an option.

[ Grateful for the refill, he partakes of the drink. ]

Sutcliff made it very clear that he no longer wants anything to do with me. Speaking or otherwise.

[ And suddenly he's realized just how open and gasp! emotional he's sounding! Time to get grumpy and defensive. ]

Which is perfectly fine with me. Honestly. I could have used the peace and quite decades ago.

[ Man, Will. Who knew you had it in you. ]

Didn't wager you were the defensive sort, sir.

[ There's almost a laugh from that. ]

You've got to admit though, s'not quite the same without Mister Sutcliff around. Almost like you've lost a limb or summat.

Just give him some room to cool off. He's got quite the temper after all.

.oo8 Everyone gets some bar time.

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