^(-_Carmon And Armada_-)^
There she was, yet another night at the Dragon Inn. As usual, found with a wine glass of blood in one hand, and a bottle of Vodka in the other. It seemed as though she couldn't possibly drink enough to forget her reasons behind it. Actually quite the contrary, she would find herself thinking that it actually intensified her feelings of sorrow and regret. The more she drank, the worse she felt. But not even Carmon the bartender, and what some people would say was the only true friend Armada ever had, could stop her. She simply sat there, her emerald cloak slipping from her shoulders, and her long dark hair in her face. Leaned back in her chair, right leg crossed over her left, drinking well into the night.
It was long after the pub had closed when Carmon finally took the bottles away from Armada. Taking her gently into his arms, he carried her upstairs to his room. He slipped off her clothes with one swift movement; the hands of a practiced man. He laid her down on his bed and tucked her in, mumbling and all. Smiling at her as he made his place on the floor he whispered softly, "You know, I think you love your bottles more than you love your men." She licked her left fang in that sexy way that made Carmon twinge with delight and said drunkenly, "Ah but if my men were as delightful as you, I may not need my bottles." Armada stared at him, letting out a sudden hiccup. She jumped in surprise of the noise, in which her left wing fell from beneath her unraveling to the floor with a swoosh. Carmon loved the sight of her wing's, almost as much as he enjoyed her lying in his bed naked. They were black as night. Similar in shape to a bats, with a wing span of about 50 feet.
Carmon lay on the floor, continuing still to stare and smile at her. "You know... Even after a bad night, you still are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eye's upon." He said, propping his head up with his left hand, his right lay over his chest loosely. She just smiled at this, letting out another hiccup. She never could find anything to say to his sweetness. He said things like that to her so often it would seem she'd have come up with a retort by now. She couldn't figure out however, why she was so full of sorrow when she had the best man of all in front of her. Carmon's smile faded as he watched her, almost as if he could feel her change in thought simply by the look in her eye's. "What is it that you think about up there my sweet?" He asked, pointing a digit to his temple as he spoke.
She looked at him, tilting her head slightly, pondering the answer to his question. She smiled as if about to answer, suddenly throwing her pillow at him. "Did you just call me sweet? Bloody hell Carmon!" She shouted as she rolled with laughter. Ducking as the pillow came flying at him, managing to miss his head by only an inch, he sat up smirking wickedly at her. "Ah my love! But I could do so much worse! Ah, you wait and see 'till dawn shall it be! But all the same I will show! The love 'twill always grow! The part of me that love's you dearest so, so much you cannot hide away in secret, but at last be my sweet heart's sweetest!" The smirk on his lip's didn't pass, but he didn't move either. He continued to smirk as Armada came from her silliness back into the real world. She blinked staring back at him."What in hells name?! And I thought I was the drunk one. Perhaps you stole a few sips to many from behind that counter of yours, eh Carmon? It's okay, your secrets are safe with me." She had more to say, what ever it was it would have been good. She smiled at him again, a pearly fang peaking out from between her rosy lips, and fell asleep.
Carmon smiled, wishing he could hold her. He let out a soft laugh, the thought of it was of course, absurd. He was just a shabby bartender, in of all places, The Dragon Inn. What would a Queen want with him? He lay his head down on the pillow Armada threw at him, pointing his eyes to the sealing and escaping into his fantasies. "Oh the things we would do. They way we would touch... What I would give to feel..." Carmon closed his eyes, letting his fantasies take him away into peaceful slumber.
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