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[And now he was drinking. Daria had no idea what to think now. Was this a complete disaster or a complete disaster? Could they have some good come of this? Or will they never speak of it again? Were they still friends? Were they some screwed up exclusive thing that could screw up their friendship later? Something she wouldn't dare tell her parents and he wouldn't dare tell the Emperor.

Oh okay, so all of those repercussions were coming up. They did the thing now they have to deal, or else.]

What happens now?

[If he wouldn't ask it then she will.]

[ Just give Erron a moment as he takes a deep breath. ]

You want a sip?

[ Watch this man effortlessly try and skirt responsibility or culpability or anything as he holds out the flask, propriety be damned. ]

[He was avoiding the question. Either because he was in denial anything would change and affect him or because he was too stumped to deal with it right now.

It wasn't an easy thing for Daria either, and to be frank, she was a bit disappointed that he wasn't putting up a finger to make any sort of point about it.

She was trying, and she really hoped Erron would too. At least say something about it so she could figure something out.

Maybe Erron didn't feel the same way but she would like to speak with him somewhat normally and not be awkward and distant for the rest of whatever the heck kind of relationship this was. She could only assume he felt differently, because he really wasn't talking about it.

She held up a hand.]

No thanks, all yours, cowboy. My family might actually ask questions if I came home with anything other than disinterest on my face.

[She looked at him though. Did you have anything to say?]

I enjoyed that. Did you?

[ he says as he closes the flask and dumps it back on the ground. ]

I could go back to kissin' ya if it didn't freak you out. I ain't a... touchyfeely guy but I can bend a bit.

[Oh. Well. That was surely an answer.

Daria stood a little closer, if only so communication could be a little better.]

Look, it's just like with the med kit. I know you have a certain set of morals different from mine. It comes with the territory. My greatest concerns for the moment are being able to get out of bed and stay sane after listening to my sister every day.

You are a hardened mercenary who has to live off how large your body count is and hope your employer isn't cranky enough that you have extra work to do. We're from two different worlds and I don't want you to feel like you have to bend anything because we're different.

I get it, I understand.

It might be hard to believe but I honestly just want you comfortable around me. I trust you and I honestly can't imagine Erron Black to be any less of an egotistical ass.

[Daria was always honest with her feelings, no matter how blunt they were.]

[ Well that was... new for him. Really. Erron runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the sky, before looking back at Daria. ]

You called me an ass.

[ He grins. ]

I'm doin' something right then.

[...Pfff. She couldn't help but smile back.]

I thought that was your life goal. Or one of them. Next to having boatloads of cash.

Well, occasionally I think about buyin' a bit of farmland somewhere where I can sit on my porch and drink whisky and smoke cigarettes all night.

[ He shrugs, talking plainly as he looks Daria straight in the eye. ]

But that ain't here nor there. And I reckon I'll be here nor there for a good few hundred years more. So in that time, I'm going to have my fun, kill some jackasses and occasionally find a pretty gal and conversation partner.

[Erron? Owning farmland? Erron was cute but Daria had a hard time imagining Erron as a farmer. It just didn't fit right, unless if Erron would be one of them that would literally sit on his porch and drink and threaten people from getting within an acre radius.]

Well, I'm all for owning land to be all by myself. Having a boomstick so the damn kids didn't get on your property. Sounds like the good life to strive for.

[A few hundred years huh...and maybe Erron would look the exact same. She maybe still had the smallest smile on her face.]

Hopefully in that far in future you can still tell me about it at my tombstone. I'm sure my old decayed skeleton would love to hear about that last job that got you there. I hear the dead still make good conversation.

Edited 2015-07-31 19:58 (UTC)

[ Wow that was... surprisingly morbid. Erron was taken aback because he doesn't really think about those things in relation to himself. Or the people he likes.

He may have been in Outworld way too long because people generally don't die unless they're killed, and most of them are pretty good at avoiding getting killed.

Whatever. This is too much thinking for him and Erron rubs his head with a hand, trying to mitigate the headache. ]

Well that was an emotional ballache.

[Maybe it was a little hard to hear how someone you like was going to outlive you by a long shot one way or another.

At this point, it was anyone's guess how she was going to go. If she was going to live to be an old lady, Erron would still be the same. He probably would.

Daria was morbid by nature, quite a bit. She went too far though this time, she knew now. She picked up the flask from the ground and handed it to him. Just in case, you know.]

Perk of my own mortality. If I lived to be a thousand, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I'm mostly content with reading and writing, then eating and sleeping.

[ He's gratefully taking the flask and taking another sip out of it. What a grim girl she was. Always keeping him on his toes. Not like that was a bad thing, but it meant that he might have to go back and buy more booze at some point sooner than expected. ]

Still an emotional ballache, darlin'.

[Got your work cut out for you, cowboy. She might try to not mention her own mortal compass so much. Death wasn't a light joke, at least not hers.

Maybe she was touched that hers wasn't a light joke to him.

She was really touched actually.]

Hrm...sorry. I don't have much of a filter for my own morbid sense of humor.

It's okay, I wasn't expecting anything else but jesus it hits you like a bull.

[ says Erron after he drinks another sip from his flask, closes it and is making himself comfortable with the ground.

As in, he's two seconds from lying face first in the ground because this conversation went from great to terrible to hot to great and now doom and gloom. ]

Booze probably helps you with that.

[She felt...terrible, actually. Way to go, Morgendorffer. You did it again, you charmer, you.

She felt a tug inside. She really needed to make an effort to fix this. In a different way, this time. This time she really needed to think more of his feelings than hers.]

I'm a bitch, but I like you. So let me help make it up to you, that hopefully doesn't involve me having to carry you through the desert.

[To a motel. Or whatever the equivalent of Outworld motels are. Or not run in Kotal Khan. How would she explain that?

Hello, Lost Pet Services...

Also, she liked him. Fuck you, don't repeat that.]

What do you mean, make it up to me?

[ This is clearly a foreign concept to Erron, as she continues laying on the ground, holding the flask in his hand and craning his head up to look at Daria. ]

[Daria simply shrugged. She really didn't know how to put it eloquently.]

I don't know. Make you feel better?

Sure.

[ A beat. ]

Lay it on me then.

[ He gestures with a wave of his hand. ]

[Oh. She should've known. Fine...fine, she was the one that asked. Not that it really asked too much out of her.

She was just worried this one would smell like booze.

She sat next to him on the ground.]

You cowboys have simple needs. I'll be an expert at this by the end of the day.

[No extortion on her part, though. She reached up with her neck and gave him another smooch. Looked like she was actually working to make this work out okay. Call the squad, Daria was making an effort. Her parents would be proud, and unholy pissed at the same time. Quinn though, if Quinn ever found out...she secretly hoped she could be a little jealous.]

[ Before Erron could open his mouth, there was another kiss from Daria. How unexpected. It definitely threw Erron off guard as he let a slow, smug and strangely contented grin spread across his face.

Oh he was so screwed because that actually felt nice and he felt giddy in the pit of his stomach. ]

Errr. Um, well. That's good. I like that.

[ he was already kicking himself mentally ]

[Did she...did she render the cowboy speechless? Oh, oh. Daria just got a rather giddy feeling in her gut too. Daria's expression hardly changed, but there was a hint of some devious satisfaction for throwing a few hundred year old mercenary.

Daria knew this was bad news, but maybe she truly didn't give a shit anymore.

She had a weird flutter in her stomach and she noticed the sun waning. She got her backback and looked at the clock on her phone.

Crap.

It was late. She had fun, or something. Something akin to fun.]

...Well, um, I had a good time. But I should...get going on back to old Lawndale. As much as I don't want to. But I think my folks might wonder why I'm home late. Actually ask me some questions too.

[She had a promise to keep, a promise to not throw any suspicion her way she was even here. As far as her family was concerned, she was never here. She knew no hardened cowboy, that she ended up kissing and liking it.]

Okay, I'll...

[ Erron's gonna get to his feet, a little wobbly but he gets there. ]

Take you to the portal. It ain't far.

[ this is his equivalent of taking a girl to her front porch okay. Erron reaches for his mask and slowly straps it back on him, a little fumbling as he may have drank a bit too much. Thank god he didn't need to shoot anything and that he's still got his Tarkatan blade with him. ]

You got your stuff?

[Hopefully, he didn't have to. To be frank, she didn't quite like leaving him like this.

Why did she give him back that flask again?

But she couldn't admit to not wanting to leave alone either. If she knew her way, and if she could trust Erron himself to get home okay...

She nodded in response to having all her stuff together but continued on.]

You're a mess, pardner. You don't have to walk me all the way back. Being with me today was an indirect promise to Emperor Mayan Enthusiast you'd get back in one piece.

[Even though she never met him, she indirectly promised. That was how she saw it.]

[ Erron laughs as he finally straps on his mask into place, grabbing his hat and placing it on his head. He grabs some sand from his pocket and throws it on the fire, putting it out almost immediately. ]

Hey, I'm a gentleman. I'm walking you back to the goddamn portal.

Can you make it back to the portal?

Speaking of indirect promises, I'm also indirectly responsible for you heading on back late and drunk. I can't handle the thought of you getting grounded.

[It was a...employer joke.]