So a midget, a speedster and Death walk into a bar

by **Arcana** January 3rd 2014, 3:42 pm

The flash of light was bright, the tunnel of light equally disorienting as he was forced to fall through it at insane speeds. His mother had stated that he could come and go as he pleased, his other half having the freedom as well. They were both given specialized keys that would allow them to return as long as they have the passcode, and Sean knew it for sure, as well as Naes. She would not allow him to wander anywhere without his guardian however considering that they were many that would love to kill the young man, something that The Crimson Witch was aware of. The reason Sean’s was going to LA was a simple one really, he was there to drink away any unsavory memories. Naes on the other hand would only be there to watch over him, something that he did not mind too much.

Within a matter of seconds both touched down in the city of Los Angeles, appearing within an alleyway in a flash of light. Sean was dress in khaki colored shorts that touched just below the middle of his knees, and a simple band-shirt, Naes choosing to dress in faded blue jeans and a grey hoodie over a white shirt. Both walked through the front door fo the bar, flashing ID as they did so, and Sean would begin his night as such. Slamming down drink after drink, feeling the effects wrack both mind and liver, as the blonde was forced to sit by and tolerate such pathetic action. Sure the male was not exactly in the best of moods lately, but drinking would fix nothing, only allow him to wallow within his misery.

”Do you have to drink all the time? You could do something productive like spend time with your sons, or…you know, not killing your liver.”

”Why don’t you go make out with Aaron or something?” Sean said irritated, downing another shot of some kind of bitter drink before demanding another.

”Scathing Sean, really. If you wanted to insult me, you’re going to need to try harder than that. You know because at least Aaron didn’t chop your arm off due to being an unstable piece of shit.” That got him a good bit of booze splashed on his face, liquid soaking his jacket a darker color. ”very mature.” He said spitting the liquid from his mouth, and wiping it away from his eyes, expression not really changing.

”Why do you keep talking?” Sean muttered blankly staring at the arm that now extended from where once was a stump, an arm that was created by Naes himself. Apparently he could have simply done so, but the chance never really presented itself, yet he could not return Sean’s power. ”I didn’t ask you to come here and babysit me anyway.” He growled.

”You don’t need to ask me to do anything, I came here of my own free will and your mother asked me to. She doesn’t need any revenge hungry death incarnates trying to murder you when she’s not around.”

”And the dragons mate, and that stupid dragon kid of Ouros.” Sean added tossing back another drink.

”If anymore people hate you, we would have a lynch mob.”

”If only.” Sean muttered feeling the effects of the drink finally, sensation seeming to numb.