Poker [Locked to the poker players]

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Logan's home. There's a poker table set up in the living room, with booze and snacks on a nearby table. There's a hole in the wall near the entry way, just about fist level for someone Logan's height. If one stepped into the kitchen, one would find the shredded remains of a coffee plant strewn about.

Logan sat on the couch, viciously pounding the buttons on his Playstation controller and drinking from an already-half-empty bottle of tequila.




[ooc: Thread of doom c&p'd here.]

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Logan shrugged. "They all got detention. Even Lilly. So yay! Should be a fun Saturday!" He grinned and raised his fist in a cheery salute.

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"Might not be as bad as that," Angelus said. "My dentention I was totally oblivious to anybody else in the room. Of course that's because causing deep psychological scarring is apparently not against the school rules. Who'd you pull? Don't tell me Grissom and another bug study, or whatever the hell that was."

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Logan shook his head. "Nah, got that creepy psych teacher. She'll probably hook us up to machines and make us shock each other, or something."

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Angelus was momentarily stunned.

"You got Dru?"

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"You know her?" Logan asked, surprised. "Like, in a first-name kinda way?"

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"You could say that," Angelus turned to face him. "So you're telling me that today you found your girlfriend making out with another guy, beat the hell out of him, and then got slammed into detention with Professor Drusilla?"

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Logan frowned. "Yeah..." He drained his whiskey and set the glass down next to the chair. "Your point?"

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"Are you Catholic?"

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"Nope. Not religious at all," Logan said, confused.

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"There goes that bet," Angelus muttered. He picked up his glass, as though he'd forgotten it was empty. Reminded, he put it back down again. "I'm kind of related. To Dru. For whatever that's worth to you."

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"Related... from before or after you, uh, died?" Logan asked.

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"After," Angelus said. "By about a hundred years. But with vamps if you share a bloodline you, well, share a bloodline. It's what passes for family with us."

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"Does that mean the same vampire made you? And how does that work, anyway? You just get bit and wake up dead?"

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"It can mean that," Angelus held his hands out to sketch the picture in the air in front of him. "Picture it like a family tree. First vamp makes two vamps, they make two vamps, they make two vamps more. Actually now that I think about it it sounds like a pyramid scheme. But point being you have grandpa up top and all the kiddies and cousins on the way down. Dru and I can trace our line back to a single vamp. Ergo, related.

"And it's not that simple," Angelus said. "We're not werewolves. If everybody we bit turned into one of us, we'd run out of humans pretty fast."

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Logan frowned. "How many humans are you biting, then?"

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Angelus gave him a very masculine grin. "You say biting like it's a bad thing."

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Logan smiled. "What's it like?"

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"For me or them?"

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"Either. Both," Logan said.

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"Warm," Angelus folded his hands over his stomach again. He rest his head against the back of the chair, turning it so that he could look at Logan with eyes that were half-lidded as he lost himself in memories. "I'm room temperature. The only thing that makes me warm is blood. The only thing that stops me from being hungry is blood. When I'm holding someone who's hot and willing, baring their throat, gasping for me to take them... there's nothing like it."

When Logan did not interrupt, Angelus continued.

"As for you - it hurts at first. You are being bitten. But - " Angelus's mouth curved in a lazy smile " - it's not as bad as you'd think. My fangs are razor sharp. Instead it's a flash of pain and then heat. You feel me holding you in an embrace that's stronger than any mortal's, you feel my mouth on your neck with this suction and pull that's impossible and total all at the same time. You feel dizzy. Drunk. Lost and yet centered. You know that it's entirely possible that I could lose control and kill you. That you could lose control and want me to. And yet, if I like you, you'd never know anything but safety while you were in in my arms."

Re: Round 1

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Logan blinked. "Huh," he said. He coughed, got up (adjusting his pants slightly as he stood) and refilled his drink. "You need some more?" he asked, holding out the whiskey bottle to Angelus.

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"Ta," Angelus picked up his glass and held it out. "Not bad. Who bought it?"

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"My roommate," Logan scowled, pouring the drink. "All my booze disappeared zombie weekend, then a replacement batch showed up a few days later."

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"From tone I'm guessing this isn't the one you want to kill."

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"Same guy. Never trust someone who steals your alcohol," Logan said. He frowned at his glass, then chugged the whisky angrily.