RP to develop antagonists (OPEN!!! - please join!)

Chase smirks and zips up the bag before Rey can see.

((Can the people who joined PLEASE be involved, there is no use in creating a character and then not becoming involved in the role play. Just enter the fucking bar.))

(Sorry, my tablet broke unexpectedly, but I fixed it and I'm back now!)

((all good!!

A pigeon flew in unexpectedly, landing on an unoccupied chair in a flurry of feathers. "God damn it, it's official. I hate archeologists,"

((Omg best entrance.))

Rey looks at the pigeon and frowns.
“No animals in the building.” Rey says, taking a whole bunch more shots and lighting his next cigarette.

Chase leaves Genevieve's bag with her and walks back to his seat, glancing at Rey.

Rey stares at Chase and then rises an eyebrow.
“C’mere for a second.” He orders, humming.

Chase saunters over, hands in pockets, and stops a short distance away (so he doesn't get attacked again).

Rey frowns
“No, come.” He says! Motioning him closer. “I won’t hurt you.”

Chase laughs. "You'll forgive me if I don't really trust you."

Will, who is sitting at a chair close to rey (blame rey) kinda shrugs, getting up and whispering in Chase's ear.
"He wont hurt you because i have healing powers, and he knows if i use my healing powers then that injury is now on me, and he usually isnt happy when that happens" he whispers, smiling then sitting back at his chair.

“No no, I promise I won’t hurt you!” He purrs, smiling wickedly. He raises a hand a beckons Chase over. “I won’t bite you again~}

Will frowns and looks at rey.
"You bit him????"

Chase stays put a few metres away. "I'm good." ((Well actually he's kinda evil but whatever))

“No I need to whisper something to you.” Rey sighs, raising his eyebrows.

Will rests his face on his hand, unhappy.
"Rey, it sounds a lot like your just flirting with him…" he grumbles quietly

Chase steps cautiously closer.

Rey leans forward and whispers into Chases’ ear; “please, return my bottles and I won’t rip that girls limbs off in agonisingly slow paces and devoure them in front of everyone here.” He whispers. He pats Chaseon the head and looks at Will.
“Oh, baby! I’m not flirting I swear!”

Rey looks at the pigeon and frowns.
“No animals in the building.” Rey says, taking a whole bunch more shots and lighting his next cigarette.

"Then get out, you hypocrite," Sam said dryly, pointing one wing toward the exit. "Pitiful. I have half a mind to call the health inspector and file a complaint,"

William pauses, looking at the pigeon then rey then back at the pidgeon.
"w-wha?"

“I’m not an animal, yet.” Rey says, smiling and pouring some drinks.
“Now, vodka shot, bird?”

((Tis only Rey whom offers a bird vodka.))

Rey leans forward and whispers into Chases’ ear; “please, return my bottles and I won’t rip that girls limbs off in agonisingly slow paces and devoure them in front of everyone here.” He whispers. He pats Chaseon the head and looks at Will.
“Oh, baby! I’m not flirting I swear!”

Chase tries to call Rey's bluff. "What bottles? And who says I'd care if you hurt Genie?"

Genevieve glares at the use of her nickname. She's very particular about who gets to call her that and has actually written up a list of tests one has to pass to be granted the honour.

Rey raises an eyebrow and looks at Chase, approaching him again. He leans forward and hakes Chase’s hand, sniffing it and then leaning over to sniff Chase on the neck.
“There are two bottles of my alcohol missing, ‘swochkif 88 spirit’ from that bench over there and ‘Kapperkim Liquid Fyre.’ And I need you to take them from your bag. I know everything about this store.” Rey purrs. He sniffs Chase’s hair.

Rey leans forward and whispers into Chases’ ear; “please, return my bottles and I won’t rip that girls limbs off in agonisingly slow paces and devoure them in front of everyone here.” He whispers. He pats Chaseon the head and looks at Will.
“Oh, baby! I’m not flirting I swear!”

Chase tries to call Rey's bluff. "What bottles? And who says I'd care if you hurt Genie?"

Genevieve glares at the use of her nickname. She's very particular about who gets to call her that and has actually written up a list of tests one has to pass to be granted the honour.

"Djinn. Not Genie," Sam took a sip of the vodka, not understanding that the two are referring to the girl.

"Djinn?" Will asks in confusion "I thought you were a pigeon??"

Chase smirks. "I don't have a bag. Genevieve does, though. Maybe she was the one who supposedly took your alcohol?"

Rey pauses. “I smell it on your hands.”

((btw, Genie is Genevieve's nickname))