Blood and Waffles

"Coming from a stranger and probably younger I should show some respect." Robin sighs trying to word it nicely about the house. "I've grown up in a run down home and my parents were busy doing other things. I have an opportunity for Presley; even if its just him visiting once a day I would enjoy teaching this boy at least how to read.".

He looks over at the man smirking, "Assumed? Not much of an assumption I try my best to keep an eye on the entrance. And why not your pretty interesting character mask and all." poking its nose with a smile. Placing the bracelet down beside the man twirling on the bar stool like a child despite being adult form. "So what'cha having? Dirty Martinis, porn star shots, fire balls;"

Lance shoves Presley toward her, "I don't have time for this. I don't care." Is all he says before he starts to wander off, leaving his son there.

"Daddy?" He whimpers, sounding panicked, eyes immediately welling up as he's abandoned once more. Watching him go, he begins to whimper, sniffling.

"Rum and coke?" The strange man inquires, a jolt of something odd passing through Des' fingertip as he pokes the mask. He feels of pure death. "Oh...." The man breathes softly, shocked, it seems as he felt something too.

"Ah..." she looks to Lance then Presley, kneeling down Robin pulls Presley close. "Hey its okay...come on lets get inside." waiting for Presley with her hand held out.

Des looked over at the bartender, "Twinkle winkle with pirate." he yells out as it is slid down to the strange man. Des smiles at the feeling, "Call me Des, pleasure in meeting you." another drink was slid down same thing, but with a lemon twist and jalapeno.

Presley shakes his head, covering his face with his hands. He continues to cry quietly, trembling slightly.

The man's body language shifts to one a bit on edge, tensing. "Ah, uhm... Nice to meet you." He states in his soft way, not offering his own name. Picking up the drink as it comes down to him, he grips it tightly in a normal looking hand.

"Presley.." she says under breath picking him up slowly to see if its allowed at first to take Presley up and console.

Taking up his drink he sips from the straw, "Don't be so tense, I'm in retirement my daughter took over the family buzi." looking over at the man. "Ever done lancing with a car?" Des offers with a slight playful smirk.

He doesn't seem to care, wrapping his arms around her and clinging while he cries.

"How do you...." He is still unsure, hesitating. Eventually he lets out a small sigh behind his mask and mumbles, "I'm Ros. And I, uhm, am not sure what you mean." Ros lifts up his mask only enough to put his glass to his lips, which are also normal looking.

Robin lifts him up hugging the boy tightly, and begins walking to the house rubbing his back gently. Kicking the door close it auto locks and up the stairs she goes into a small bedroom. Rock posters ranging from Beetles, Ac-Dc, Twisted Sister, My Chemical Romance, Panic at the Disco and a large army poster. However the wallpaper behind it was painted black having glow in the dark stickers along side it. Some ranging from Pokemon to random items. The carpet was plush and soft cluttered with books by the bed and papers. Beside this bed was a night stand with a tall lamp Indian looking with hide. A clock at which showed the time on the ceiling. There was a bathroom door closed currently with a computer desk behind it cluttered with more books and a book case beside it. There was a large stereo beside this book case and dresser next. There was a window, but it ranged with bars. Red curtains were drawn over it however, the blankets were silky, but not real. Simple design with some beading on it outlined in black and somewhat dark red. Pillows and sheets matching the same design, a photo of her father sitting beside the bed with it being partly torn. Sitting herself down with Presley on the floor holding him close.

"One person drives; you and the other beats the crap out of the other guy; me. We'll take turns! That or would you like to watch it first hand?" pausing on his drink, Ziq had showed up behind him placing down a tray still filled with drinks. "Oh right...Want some? Buttery-nipple, hypnotic; never tried it before...so this will be new; Oh and whiskey..." Ziq makes a grumble noise resembling some golem from a game waving. Des doesn't seem to mind waving at her as she leaves back to the dj booth.

Presley doesn't take the time to look around, burying himself on her and sniffing softly every once in a while. He doesn't say anything for a long time and will more than likely fall asleep like that if she doesn't move or say anything.

"I don't really..." He swallows his drink carefully before he answers, this time sounding a bit confused. "Why would I want to do that?" The Reaper waves awkwardly back at Ziq, obviously not sure what is going on or why.

Robin remains quiet pulling the covers off this bed to wrap about the two, not moving much or saying anything letting him let it all out.

"Destructive fun in the smallest way possible. That and I would find it entertaining to see how well we both can drive." helping himself to the alcohol before himself it doesn't seem to take effect. "Hmm...on a scale of 1 to 10 how often do you let loose?" Des asks. Hopping off the bar stool stretching until hearing; Martin Garrix & Jay Hardway - Wizard . Looking over at Ros, "C'mere." taking Ros rather or not he says yes or no into the jumping crowd. Jumping along with them as soon as it says "Drop", looking at Ros.

"Well, I--" He attempts to say before he's dragged away by Des. Ros seems pretty out of place, it seems, standing there somewhat awkwardly again. He watches the people jumping around from behind his mask, scratching his head.

Des lifts him up by the waist jumping up with him. "Come on! Can't stand there like that.." he grins it goes to show he doesn't have much personal space. "Need more alcohol in your system?" it was a tease with grin still holding Ros by the waist when set down. Looking around he places two fingers on the mic, "Ladies and gentlemen our bartenders are getting prepared to begin: Code Rain. Grab your water guns and get prepared for Call of Duty Warfare.". Taking out some goggles Des puts them on with one hand.

Ros makes a noise of discomfort as he's grabbed, flinching, surprisingly enough. With all the bouncing his mask slips off, clattering to the dance floor. His face seems to be averagely human like the rest of him, actually moderately attractive, the only feature giving away that the man is inhuman are that of his dark reddish eyes. Immediately his expression flashes panic and he covers his hands over his face quickly, two poor souls near him that caught a glimpse collapsing cold.

"Huh...." seeing the two die he reaches out taking their souls. Placing down Ros he reaches down taking up the mask and hands it over. "To good looking that you cause people to drop dead, interesting notion." Des mentions looking at the two dead bodies and speaks into the microphone. "Shots fired! Everyone get ready!" taking out a water gun from his pocket it was hand held and fires it at Ros; not bothered much by people dyeing. Lifting up those two lifeless bodies he tosses them into a nearby chair. Berzerk - Eminem

Pushing Ros off the dance floor to safety, "Hurry Mr. President its dangerous." as soon as he said that the bartenders hopped up on the bar firing from their spray nozzles at the guests. Des was meanwhile now soaked head to toe, hiding behind a wall, "Ah..and to think tomorrow is mud wrestling...".

He accepts his mask hurriedly and places it back on before anyone else can see. "It's not really that..." He says after a moment, embarrassed. He flinches again as he's pushed along, obviously not used to physical contact or possibly something else. "I'm sorry about that." Ros admits, not minding any stray watering hitting him.

"Eh don't worry about it, their time was up anyway." he shrugs at it not worried. He pauses taking his middle finger to get the ring off, and followed by the next. Taking the rings out of his mouth by slipping them on his right hand, a odd feeling rose a bit higher from that hand. The gloves were slowly decaying taking one glove off and touching the wall it rotted through at first then into dust making a hole. Des simply placed the one glove on and rings, "I have a slight problem too.". Firing from this hole he shot at random guests and knelt down, "Retired Grim Reaper, world maker and tinker..and scientist, but that hasn't been completely retired....".

Ros makes a small, nervous 'eheh' sound at his confession, rubbing the back of his neck. "Good to know." He says, his masked face staring forward at Des, where he can feel himself being watched carefully. "I had no idea there were others... I just thought..." It seems he isn't very good at finishing his thoughts, trailing off once more.

"Thought?" wanting him to continue the trail of words, gesturing it too. Des looks at his water gun and fires it at Ros's neck, the water being icey cold. "Thouuuugghhtt.... now don't make me pull out m-" Kenny had skid over firing her water gun and threw a balloon at the two giggling maniacally running back into the mayhem; this water had ice cubes in it.

Ros is immediately shivering from the icy surprise, hissing in pain and hugging his arms around himself. "I-I thought I was the only one of my k-kind, is a-all." His teeth are chattering regardless that a normal individual wouldn't be this cold from simple water. "N-now you're g-going to tell me my brothers and s-sisters aren't the only ones o-of their kind either."

Slipping off his jacket and placing it over Ros, it was incredibly warm despite being wet. "Ah! Eh well many universes and such need some sort of balance right?" Des tilts his head to the side, "Brothers and sisters? Depends on what they are and host. Only sister I have is the Goddess of Chaos...and..if there were two of her..." he shutters at the thought, "No thank you.". It sounds like utter mayhem out on the floor with Kenny added there were people screaming in delight or surprise.

Ros seems appreciative, wrapping it around himself tighter and shivering. "Not Chaos, n-no." He sounds somewhat relieved. "I have many brothers and sisters. Maybe you're one I-I just don't know about?" He chuckles a bit though it seems a tad forced given his current shiver-y state.

Des chuckles with him, "Yea..I wish buddy." he pats his back. "Let's get you warm in my office, it'll only get worse from here actually." punching a light fixture up above waving his hand those golden eyes glowing within the darkness. It grew darker in a particular area where hollow screams and hands reaching out were coming from it. Walking first the hands patted his sides and instantly dried him off. Another portal was open into a regular looking office. "Don't worry about the hands their rather friendly, and don't harm much unless provoked." he pulled one away going near his nether regions.

The hands don't seem to surprise nor bother him and he lifts his mask up when they're safely away from others. He gives a hint of a charming, crooked smile, making him all the more adorable. "I won't. As long they don't... Y'know." Ros gestures to the one trying to grope Des.

"Yea...can't promise anything on that," the hands reach out feeling around this newcomer soft whispers and giggles of children come through. As one giggles loudly slapping Ros's bottom closing soon after him. Within this office a single desk remains with a couch pushed up against the wall, a single closet. There is lamp on his desk, green shade made of glass and its stand colored gold. This desk was cheap wood and the ground was carpet. A soft humming sound was coming from a mini refrigerator hidden beside the couch. Des plopped down on the couch, "You defiantly have a cute smile.".

Ros makes an uncomfortable noise and then growls, deeply and unnaturally at the hand, slapping it nicely for spanking him. He then makes his way over and sits on the couch, flopping down with a sigh. "I'm not used to so many people."

"You think this is many you should see our Saturday nights." Hopping up Des stretches popping a few bones flipping on a light his scars were more visible on his body coated on top of each other. It seemed he was all to familiar to being whipped and tortured not minding them showing. Slapping the desk it popped out a cigerette catching it mid-air, "You mind if I light?".