The bartender does indeed have guts. I'm starting to remember why I liked him. "How does one go about allowing themselves to be cursed? It's not as if I'd received any warning, otherwise, I assure you, I'd have avoided it." he says, taking a drink, "And while I appreciate your current offer of a solution, I must respectfully decline. I'd prefer to go with something less... messy to my person and the people around me. However, if you'd like to collaborate on a viable solution, I'm more than willing to do so. That's what I think." Most of the whisky disappears down his throat before he continues, "If you believe my father to be the source of the problem, why are you upset with me, the victim in this?"
"First off," I say cheerfully, "to answer both your questions, considering you're married to a demi-god, serving another god, and your best friend...possibly bum-buddy as well, I haven't quite worked that one out yet...is immortal, you should be smart enough to recognize the signs of magic around you. That you didn't is a sign of either idiocy or willful ignorance, and I dislike both." I toss my own shot back and begin pouring myself another, banging the glass back down to the table. "Second of all. Your father is not the one upsetting my daughter. You are, or rather, your stubborn refusal to remember her is. Therefore, you are the object of irritation." Another shot down my throat, burning its way down to my gullet. "In addition," I say as I pour, really warming to the subject now, "If you had any brains or any guts whatsoever, you would have realized that your father is a shit-brained snake-eyed ball-licker who would suck the rotting cock of a goat if he thought it would meet his ends. As such, you should either have never gone near him again, or else slashed his throat months ago. I favour the latter myself, but either would have kept us from this situation here."
The second shot is tipped down my throat. The glass slams against the table hard enough to scar the wood, "Finally, and perhaps most important of all...he's not here." My lips lift and spread, and I grin at him, teeth in the candlelight, "But you are."
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Date: 2010-01-29 04:44 am (UTC)"First off," I say cheerfully, "to answer both your questions, considering you're married to a demi-god, serving another god, and your best friend...possibly bum-buddy as well, I haven't quite worked that one out yet...is immortal, you should be smart enough to recognize the signs of magic around you. That you didn't is a sign of either idiocy or willful ignorance, and I dislike both." I toss my own shot back and begin pouring myself another, banging the glass back down to the table. "Second of all. Your father is not the one upsetting my daughter. You are, or rather, your stubborn refusal to remember her is. Therefore, you are the object of irritation." Another shot down my throat, burning its way down to my gullet. "In addition," I say as I pour, really warming to the subject now, "If you had any brains or any guts whatsoever, you would have realized that your father is a shit-brained snake-eyed ball-licker who would suck the rotting cock of a goat if he thought it would meet his ends. As such, you should either have never gone near him again, or else slashed his throat months ago. I favour the latter myself, but either would have kept us from this situation here."
The second shot is tipped down my throat. The glass slams against the table hard enough to scar the wood, "Finally, and perhaps most important of all...he's not here." My lips lift and spread, and I grin at him, teeth in the candlelight, "But you are."