CIRCUS DELIRIUM // CLOSED!

“First of all, I need a drink,” Donny said with a chuckle. “Alcohol or otherwise, doesn’t matter to me.”
He walked along, a slight skip in his step. He seemed to still have energy, surprisingly.
“Second of all,” Don began, turning around and walking backward so he could face Oleg. “Second of all, I need to see if we can rent out a grand hall for the night— possibly perform in a building. Heaven knows we need it. We could get out of this rain— get a grant from the bank and rent out a real place to take our acts, yeh? It will do nicely.”

Don muttered to himself. “Alright, alright.”
He continued walking, feeling the rain softly hit his skin. “You owe me a drink, though. You beat me, so, what'd’ya say? Winner buys loser a drink?”

“Right there with ya, chap,” he replied, shivering slightly. “If only it would let up a little.”
Don’s soaked shirt wrapped tightly around his chest, showing little to no muscle definition. Shortage of food had resulted in his ribs showing more prominently, pulling his skin tight.
He turned back around, eyes resting on the horizon. “Looks close enough, eh? Skyline in sight at least.”
The buildings of the city resided not too far off. The faint sound of their footsteps and the quiet rain flooded his ears, bringing a sense of peace. He began to whistle a tune, the sharp melodic sound radiating in the air.

“Unfortunately, Ollie, they do not have the ability to look past,” Donny said, breaking his whistle. “It takes one freak to know another. That is why our troupe is family, yeh? We are one. Find comfort in the others.”
Don gestured down to the man’s tail. “Speaking of which, you may want to hide that. And… maybe not smile.”
The boy started to whistle again. “As for this tune, I make it up as I go. Like many things I do.”

“Why, thank you,” Don replied, resorting back to whistling as the two walked on. It wasn’t long before the sound of rain on the path turned to rain on rooftops. Don walked throughout the city, keeping an eye out for any pubs or bars. His eyes lit up as he spotted one, leading Oleg to the front steps. He swiftly opened the door, continuing his motion and sliding into the middle of the bar.
It was decently empty at this time of day, only a man at the piano and one behind the bar. As Oleg and Don walked in, the bartender smiled.
Don took a seat at one of the barstools. “‘Ello, sir,” he greeted.
The bartender nodded in reply. “Evening. Anything I can get you two?”

“Your cheapest but finest,” Don said, smiling up at the man.
The bartender nodded to the both of them, spinning around and beginning to grab bottles, taking polished glasses and setting them face-down on the table. As he poured a clear liquid into one, he began to speak.
“What brings you young ones around here?”
Don raised an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Oleg.
“Just passing,” Donny lied. “Figured we’d stop for a drink.”
The man twirled the bottle, setting it back down. He picked up another, pouring a deep golden liquid into the next cup. He slid the glasses over to their corresponding person.
“Well, I hope you enjoy it here for the time being,” he said. Don nodded to him in thanks as the man walked away, beginning to sort out additional glasses.
Donny picked up his glass, holding it higher, offering to cheers with Oleg.
“To freaks,” he said rather carelessly.

“I personally don’t get too worked up by titles,” Don mumbled, wincing as the liquor flowed down his throat. “Whew, that’s strong.”
He eyed his glass, eyes wide. His gaze shifted up to Oleg. “Titles are just words, eh? Would make no difference if I called one a Spoon rather than a Human. Just words, you see.”
He smirked, his eyes glancing back down to the bar counter. He began tapping his fingers, whistling along to the quiet piano.

Don sipped at his drink, his mind seeming elsewhere. “Your names are pretty cool, I’ll give you that. However, if a dragon and werewolf were to fight, who do you think would win?”
He shot Oleg a taunting smile. “My money’s on the dragon.”

“Depends,” Don mumbled. “Can you speak to them? Maybe tell them you mean no harm. But, speaking of harm, when did you hear about this duel act? No clear offense to myself, but I’d most likely die up against you. You know I’m all talk.”
Donny glanced at the height difference between the two and noted the man’s sharp teeth. “You are highly dangerous, no? Being a wolf-man and all.”
His voice grew low with the last part, talking loud enough so just Oleg could hear, leaving the bartender out of their conversation. “I am just a man who happens to have a relationship with fire.”

Donovan smaked his empty glass face-down on the table, pursing his lips. “I suppose. Guess I have to see myself through their eyes, yeh?”
He swiveled on his stool, resting the backs of his elbows on the bar and leaning his weight backward. “You think we can fool ‘em? I guess that’s the whole point.”

“We getting into backstories now, eh?” Donny said with a smile. “Alright, but I’ll spare you the boring details. I was born different, as us all. Didn’t know that straight out, thought. Took me ‘til I was ‘round seven that I actually realized fire didn’t hurt me. Happened in my father’s fireplace.” Don chuckled. “Can’t believe I actually walked right in. After that, I started playing with fire— dancing with the flames, you see. My parents never thought much of it— to engrossed in their own work, eh?”
Donny shifted his weight onto his other foot, pressing on. “I decided to take it into my own hands— quite literally—, moving over to the United States. Found you lot when I was ‘round seventeen. The ringleader said he saw potential— I did not disagree.” He snickered at his own statement. “Now look at how far I’ve come. I’m one with the ribbons of heat, yeh?”
The boy glanced up at Oleg, then closed his eyes, enjoying the soft piano. “What about you, Wolfie? What’s your story?”

(Also, would you mind if I drew Oleg and Donny? I have a cool idea for them and wanted to see if you’d be okay with it. If you are, I’d love to see some reference pictures for Oleg. If not, it’s totally ok.)

(Thanks! And sure, I saw where you posted his link, I’ll go check it out :D )

Donny grinned, letting out a quiet laugh. “You’re alright, Ollie. Good man.”
He took up his whistling again, tapping his fingers and fluxing his tune along with the piano. He did this for a while, only stopping slightly to take a new breath.
“Say, Oleg, what time is it? Should we be heading back, or shall I order another round?” Donny asked after a few moments.

Donny looked over, a fake bewildered smile on his face. “Was that a challenge, Ollie? Go ahead, pass me another.”