genessia | 001 | Action

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Who: The Iron Bull & Open
Where: Various
When: April 6th-8th
What: Meet with the Iron Bull after his arrival in Genessia
Warnings: Language, possibly sexual language will update as it comes. Debauchery of all kinds.

[What's a guy like Bull to do when he get torn from his world and dropped right in the middle of the of a strange new one? Drink. Clearly the answer was drink. Of course, not without exploring what he could first. He was Ben - Hassrath after all.]

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The Arch Ways
[A low grunt erupted from the pit of Bull's chest as he stood among the archways. They had to be Eluvians, There was no other explanation for it, and he'd at least somewhat understood what Eluvians were.

Bull was far more comfortable with the known than the unknown. So, naturally he was trying to rationalize this new world in every manner that he could. Wasn't quite working out as he planned.

The Drunken Monkey

[Truth be told, Bull could drink anywhere there was alcohol. However, even for him this expansive new place was a bit over whelming, especially the cities that were more modern than places. It was enough he was whisked away but somme unknown magic shit that he didn't understand, but the spy in him was curious enough to want to know every little corner of this world.

Which was easier said than done of course. This "Genessia" was too big for it's own damn good. He needed something to numb his mind - luckily gold was something that nobody was going to turn down, no matter what world - so here he was in a more familiar looking place, numbing himself with the strongest drinks he could, and scanning the tavern for anything -well anyone- interesting. Maybe he'd get lucky and spot a cute red head.]

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[Stares were never a particular problem for Bull. After all, he was a Qunari in South Thedas. Eventually, he'd fade in the background like everyone else. You don't bother people, people don't bother you.

However, being "bothered" wasn't a bad thing. It meant Bull got a chance to observe a person, a target closer.

Of course, now it was merely out of habit. Those days were behind him. To what was in front of him now, he wasn't sure.]

Keep starin'! [He called out to the patrons with an enthused voiced.] But if you want in closer you'll have to treat me first.

[He sat down next to the man with a long, masculine sigh. Relief? Perhaps. Then turned to him when he was addressed.] It's really hard not to when you're the only person with horns in the room.

[A slight smirk pulls at the corner of Toby's lips however it vanishes a moment later. He could give them something to stare at though he'd most likely clear the room if he shifted now.]

I don't see that changing.

[He hasn't seen anyone here with horns, at least not in bars.]

What are you drinking?

[He doesn't really care but it's something, maybe this Bull can find something that Toby can actually get drunk off of.]

Che, at this point I'm not even sure they have anything strong enough for me. [He waved the tender towards him.] I want the lining of my stomach to rot away when I drink it and my brain to numb as it happens. If you have to mix things do it. I could care less about flavor. [The tender took a moment then nodded before scurrying off to prep Bull's drink.]

[Toby raises an eyebrow at the Bull curiously. It's a small gesture but it gets his point across. That's a peculiar drink to order man.]

Does it work?

[He's interested. His beer is cool and refreshing but it doesn't do anything to get him drunk. He can sometimes feel a slight buzz if he knocks back shots but even then it only lasts for a few seconds.]

You see this? [He motioned towards his own body, puffy up his chest.] He needs a lot to get me in the right place. [Something he desperately needed to be in right now to.]

[That doesn't answer Toby's question but instead of pressing he just waits. At the very least he's going to watch this man get drunk and maybe take away a few pointers. Not that his roommate would very much care for it.]

I have a similar dilemma.

[Toby is at least 7 inches shorter than Bull but his body breaks down the alcohol to fast for it to be of any real use.]

[Bull made very careful note of that sentence. What was this guy's angle? Most humans his size had no issues with a few shots of bad rye. He'd have to keep his good on oh him.

The bar tender returned and placed a large chalise in front of Bull. He drank it down in one movement, slammed it on the table and looked the poor man in the eye. His expression, dark.] No. Stronger.

[And now back to his new acquaintance.] So, what's your issues with getting drunk, shorty?

[He is now and forever the only person who can get away with calling Toby shorty. It's a fact and he isn't about to dispute it. He doesn't care for pointless arguments.]

Metabolism. [He replies before bringing his own drink to his lips. Looking human doesn't mean he is human.]

The longest I've been tipsy is about five minutes.

Well, shit. That must blow a dragon's testicle. Being sober is the most over rated piece someone will ever feed you, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you that.

[Better sober than dead, he supposed. He wasn't sure how this guy's organs handled the amount of liquid that he needed to consume just to get drunk.] Don't worry, I'll drink enough for the two of us tonight.

[Toby left out a soft huff of breath before once more bringing his drink to his lips. At the very least he enjoyed it's taste, the soft pull at his senses even if the feeling was fleeting.]

It's my curse it seems.

[Though he speaks with a dry, dark humor before turning his cloud gray gaze towards Bull.]

Maybe you can give me some pointers.

Hmn. [He rubbed his chin in thought. Pointers on getting shit-faced?] Drinking is always more fun when you have something to celebrate. Then good fight, or a good fuck. The alcohol mixes well with adrenaline.

[Toby understands adrenaline though his race isn't able to just mindlessly fuck. It goes against instinct.]

I have nothing to celebrate.

[His reply is frank.]

[With that, Bull gives him a strong pat on this new acquaintance's back.] You should find something to celebrate then!

[He turns around and views the patrons behind them.] What's your preference? We'll see if can't take of you.

[Toby raises an eyebrow. This guy is starting to sound like Clay which both worries him and makes him miss his friend.]

Preference in what?

[He's worried about what Bull's answer to that question is. Toby already has one girl he can't handle.]

In a one nighter. A successful one nighter is always a reason to celebrate.

[It's just like the night he met Clay...]

Not my style.

[Toby replies in a tone that suggests the matter is closed. He doesn't move from his position at the bar, raising his drink to his lips once more.]

[If that was the case then Bull wasn't going to push it. When boundaries were laid out, they were respected.] Well then, is there a head you've been meaning to bash in?

[Toby scoffs.]

Not in this world.

[He gets a scoff in return.] Can't help ya then. [He motions for the tender to keep on coming.] Ever fought a dragon?

[The question makes Toby smirk.]

I haven't had the pleasure.

[And he's fought many different things but none of them have been dragons.]

Ooooh, believe me. It is definitely a fucking pleasure. [Speaking of his gaze went back towards the patrons of the room. Some were definitely still staring, none of them particularly his type though.] This tavern is a bit dead. [He placed some gold on the table.] Good talk friend. But I think it's time I moved onto somewhere else.

[Toby chuckles and then shakes his head.]

You're right about that.

[He'll finish his beer and then run, running is how Toby feels alive.]

I'll probably see you again.

[He is at bars a lot.]

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