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 My Mind is a Sinister Place, Eden
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Stirling Vale
push me past the point of breaking
What a long day that Stirling had indeed… One of the more strong-willed of his father’s employees— now his employees— had decided to make a power play. Fortunately for Stirling, after the handful of years that he had been the boss, he’d managed to gain the trust and respect of most of them. And those who he hadn’t convinced that he was a competent successor to his father? Unfortunately, he needed to provide them with an incentive to be loyal to him and him alone; showing them what would happen to those who questioned his authority would have to suffice. While they would only be under the watchful eyes of his most trusted associates, their ringleader was the scapegoat of the whole operation. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be doing much complaining without his tongue nor would he dare breathe a word about Stirling’s dealings to the authorities, else it would be the last breath he ever took— Stirling would assure that. He couldn’t allow himself to be softhearted if he wanted these men to respect him. Only the ruthless could survive in this cutthroat world as his father always said.

Of course, the necessary actions left a bad taste in the man’s mouth; he wasn’t cold-blooded or cruel in nature, but he wasn’t allowed to adhere to anything more than a shifty sense of morality. But that didn’t mean he liked it, and it surely didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to try to drink the memories of blood pouring dribbling down the man’s chin as the others watched… the bone-chilling screams… the silver gleam of the knife mirrored in his eyes. It made Stirling sick just thinking about it. He needed to get as far away from all of it as he could, if even just for the night. He left his right hand in charge of the warehouse and headed to the furthest borough from his own— the Bronx. His travels beckoned him to the neon glow of Snake Eyes where Stirling hoped that he could unravel himself— let loose and drown his feelings in liquor.

Stepping into the bar, Stirling tried not to let his sour mood show on his face, but it resulted in no more pleasant an expression than a thin scowl. He crept over to the bar, barely managing to snag one of the empty seats in the crowded bar. Maybe he shouldn’t have chosen a place that was quickly becoming a go-to sure place, especially if he wanted to be alone in his misery. He drew his fingers back through the top of his hair and let out a long heavy sigh. What he really needed was a drink and ASAP. Stirling straightened up, if only slightly, and rubbed a hand across his forehead to ease his weariness. As he considered what would fuck him up the quickest, make every dark thought he was having slip away, he tried to wave over the nearest bartender, a failed attempt with the hustle and bustle. That and with the women in slinky cocktail dresses lurking about who were probably much more appealing to serve than mopey Stirling.

‘Well, that was a bust,’ he thought, wondering for a moment if he should just go home and sleep away the chaos. He quickly decided against that though; he was here, and he was going to get a drink if it killed him. He relinquished his stool to a rather tipsy brunette, barely able to slip away without her flinging her arms around him in a fit of drunken giggles. Now THAT was the kind of toasty he needed to be... Slipping his hands into his pockets, Stirling looked around the bar once more, spotting someone who appeared to be staff, a man with striking red hair that made him hard to miss, heading out into the main area. From where, Stirling didn’t know, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t approach him. Maybe he could be some help in getting Stirling sufficiently liquored up... He approached him casually, as he might a friend. That was just how Stirling was, after all. “What’s someone got to do tonget a drink around here?” he asked with a low chuckle. Have weapons of mass seduction packed into a sausage casing of a dress probably, but he wouldn’t dare say that aloud. “Might I ask you for a suggestion? I need a surefire way to forget that today ever happened... any ideas?” If Stirling was lucky, this man would know what combination of booze helped numb a guilty conscience. No specifics would be mentioned, if Stirling’s eventually drunken ass could keep his mouth shut. No one else needed to be savvy to Stirling’s criminal activity.

EDEN O. SEPHTIS | 785 | LIFE CRISIS MUCH?
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TAG:   STIRLING C. VALE

NOTES:    THE STORM IS YET TO COME

Eden had an early shift, he had plans. Well as much plans as a person who didn’t really have friends would have. He was a funny clever guy, but he also was quite picky with who he associated with. At least he had the choice now a days, instead of having to deal with a bunch of crazy souls and talking to himself. After working for his set hours he was free to do what he planned. Go home and watch movies. It was getting to his favorite time of the year multiple layers of clothing and fires. He could get behind a good fire. Sitting by the fireplace watching romcoms pointing out the characteristic flaws of the males and all the things that no guy in their right mind would ever do. It was just what he needed. A comedic relief night. The redhead made his way from behind his table, switching with one of the other dealers, to the employee back room. In the quaint little area Eden grabbed up his belongings taking off his uniform and placing a leather jacket over his under t-shirt.

He didn’t have to look good he was going home to a date with himself. Once he was all ready to go he made his way up to the bar above. He came out stopping behind one of the bars so he could chat with his buddy who was also clocking out, but the bar was busy and his replacement was running late. Looked like Eden was going to have to put a pause on his plans for his buddy had real plans with actual people. Eden was sorta nice he could help a guy out. So he would take over for the guy till his replacement came up. Little did Eden know that what he called busy was only the beginning of the madness. He was so glad that being a bartender wasn’t his official job. The people were fucking rude, and if one thing happened that they didn’t like apparently it was your fault. Where was the asshole that was supposed to be working tonight? He’d better be dead if not Eden was going to kill him.

About thirty minutes had passed, then an hour and the man finally made his appearance. Eden was a bit of a hot head and if it was a closing shift he’d have showed his anger, but all he wanted to do was get away from all these people. Plus the more people the more ghosts. Ugh the creepy creatures. Eden rolled his eyes as he passed his co-worker. “You owe me big time. Next time just call in sick.” The red head scoffed pretty much wanting to spit on the guy. Seriously just don’t get on his bad side. Thankfully the man was smart and just started to get to work helping out some unsavory slutty females. Eden shook his head. Poor guys are gonna have some trouble getting their drinks now. Eden was definitely gonna tell Odin about this ass. Back at his stuff that he had stashed behind the bar earlier he was going to scoop it all up until a man stopped him. “What’s someone got to do to get a drink around here?

Eden shot his eyes over to the man who was helping out another set of women. Eden shook his head looking at the guy with a bit of sympathy. “Big tits.” Eden smiled grabbing a glass waiting for the man to order. Making one more drink wouldn’t kill him, would it? Might I ask you for a suggestion? I need a surefire way to forget that today ever happened... any ideas? Then the man uttered words that Eden didn’t want to hear. He put the glass back down. He wasn’t working. He wasn’t a bartender, and he was breaking off his plans with himself to help some idiot who didn’t want to come to work. He did not feel like dealing with a guy who didn’t know what he wanted to drink. Placing his hands on the area behind the bar where the drinks are made Eden leaned down so that he was looking in the guy's eyes.

“Hmm. You’re not female, you don’t have big tits. But that’s probably a good thing in your eyes. And you don’t know what you want. Man throw me a bone. That moron over there isn’t going to help you,” Eden slightly threw his head in the direction of the man helping out only women. That guy was going to get beat up by the end of the night. Eden would have bet money on that one. “And trust me I want your business, but what you want is a bottle of tequila and I can’t legally serve you that. So my recommendation is go to a liquor store and buy your alcohol there. Whoever the girl is buddy she ain’t worth it. Good luck to you.” The red head tipped his head to the man as he scooped up all his crap and went out from behind the bar. Poor sad sack was probably going to be sitting there for the whole night without a drink. But Eden didn’t have to worry about it anymore. He was free to roam the night. Even if that just meant going home.


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Stirling Vale
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Stirling didn’t quite know what he’d expected really. But when it came down to it, the man he’d stopped seemed friendly enough as he shot the blonde a sympathetic look after glancing over at the growing collection of sloppy females draped across the front of the bar. Maybe the bartender was trying to better his odds of scoring— though Stirling vaguely suspected that the man could bat an eye at any one of them right then and there and they’d be jumping to take him home— what better odds were there than that? The man before him had an answer for why Stirling was having such trouble, what he was lacking that would have otherwise allowed him to procure a drink all on his own. “Big tits.” Stirling let out a chuckle, shoulders lifting in a nonchalant shrug. A pretty valid point— if he wanted a drink, he ought to convince one of the ladies to do that for him. With a bit of pointed flirting, he probably could manage that pretty easily as well— but of course, he wouldn’t hit on these women in any frame of mind. So that option certainly wasn’t in the cards…

Luckily for him, the man seemed inclined to help him out, which Stirling was thankful for. His luck turned belly up though once Stirling posed an innocent question, one that apparently didn’t sit well with the redheaded man. He quickly set the glass he had grabbed back on the counter and stared down at Stirling, hands clasped at his hips as he met Stirling’s gaze. “Hmm. You’re not female, you don’t have big tits. But that’s probably a good thing in your eyes. And you don’t know what you want. Man throw me a bone. That moron over there isn’t going to help you.” That sudden shift took Stirling back, and he blinked incredulously. It had just been an innocent question, why had it caused a reaction like this…? He bit his tongue, figuring he’d just throw out some random drink order and be done with it. This night really wasn’t going his way, after all, but even that option flew off the table in a matter of seconds. “And trust me I want your business, but what you want is a bottle of tequila and I can’t legally serve you that. So my recommendation is go to a liquor store and buy your alcohol there. Whoever the girl is buddy she ain’t worth it. Good luck to you.”

"What. In the name. Of hell," Stirling thought, his brows furrowing as the man headed off in a huff. As far as he was concerned— 1) no, he did not want a bottle of tequila… a bottle of tequila meant that he was going to be spending his night at home surrounded by reminders of the very thing he wanted to forget because he wasn’t going to get arrested for being drunk and disorderly on the streets, and 2) why was everything always about a woman? Frankly, Stirling hadn’t actually dated in a couple of years, and when it came down to it, it’d be just as likely for him to be all bent out of shape over a guy, but who the hell just jumped straight to that conclusion? You could want to get plastered over a great many things… Stirling simply rubbed his forehead with a heavy sigh. Maybe this was some sort of cosmic sign that he needed to remember this bullshit day? He lingered near the bar for a bit longer, debating if sticking it out was really worth the trouble. Everything was just going up shit creek— and fast. “Abandon ship,” he muttered to himself, taking a glance over the crowd with a faint scowl. Oh, how easy they had it— and they didn’t even realize it…

EDEN O. SEPHTIS | 638 | WHAT IN THE NAME OF SATAN
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NOTES:    DO YOU KNOW ME OH BOY PLEASE SAY NO

The man that Eden had just left in the dust had to have been confused. Eden was just leaving which was fairly strange. Especially if the guy thought he was actually a bartender and on the clock. Nope he wasn’t and he felt a bit bad for the guy. Maybe Eden should have been a bit more patient, but patience was definitely not his virtue. No, he had a short fuse and everyone knew it. However once fresh air hit Eden’s face he didn’t feel sorry anymore. Instead he just got excited for his shows. Eden believed he should be offered a job on cinemasins. It was like his true calling, but at last Eden wasn’t that determined to try and negotiate with people on Youtube.

Too much work and it was definitely too much compromise. For some reason the man’s face that Eden was talking with earlier just wasn’t leaving his mind. Why was that? Halfway between his car and the bar it hit Eden. The god in him felt so stupid that he hadn’t noticed it before. Although Eden was eager to watch his movies they were going to have to wait. He quickly threw his stuffing his car then ran back to the bar hoping that the blonde guy was still there. It looked like he was still trying to figure out what happened. Well somewhat. It also looked like he was about ready to leave.

Moving fairly quickly for a bar Eden managed to sit himself before the guy in the nick of time. “You don’t know me?” A stupid question really, but with a bit of prying Eden would get what he wanted. The man’s familiarity steamed from him being the pet of a certain hero, but it looked like he was definitely no one's pet now. “Like we have never met before now?” A little bit of clarification for the man, but this little situation was exciting. Eden hadn’t really met anyone that didn’t know who they really were and he definitely hadn’t found anyone that so closely tied with him. It was glorious. It was like a little kid was inside him. He found joy in his night once more.


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