This is really, really bad beer (Degas/Closed)

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“God. I could just piss in a glass and that would probably taste better than this beer. It even smells like shit.” Than said to Anasazi and Sephtis seated beside her. With a sneer the Ogremon barkeep refrained from berating his ungrateful customer and simply asked if she wanted another one. “Well, no, not if that one is going to taste like piss too. I’d rather drink mine anyway.” Before hostilities escalated any further, the quick-witted tamer interrupted with his commentary. “The beer is fine, my good Ogremon. Than is simply fatigued. Data corruption, ya know.” With an understanding nod the Ogremon apologized to the “sickly” Kinemon much to her chagrin, before excusing himself. “Data Corruption” Giggled Septhis after having failed to snuff out the tickle of laughter in his throat. “That’s quite enough, Sephtis. ” In a befittingly parental tone, Ansazi silenced the smaller of the two twins. “Forgive me, Than, but we can’t afford to draw any attention to our activities.” She reluctantly agreed.

“Ya know this is really terrible beer.” Anasazi squeezed out his complaint through clenched teeth. The tamer had to admit his digimon had a point about the alcohol, but the time for violence had to wait. After he met up with some friends’ mayhem and murder would ensue. Until the time came for his digimon to rampage, he would sit and drink his subpar beer, in an equally crappy bar. Beverage in hand, the broad-shouldered tamer swirled around on his stool to face the various patrons. Amongst the sea of faces he saw not a one that Anasazi deemed a second glance. “We can leave soon. I just want to get a nice little buzz going.” Face turned to the twin digimon on his left, the tamer decided to wait just awhile longer.

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Degas  relaxed against the bar. It was a 'humble' bar. It wasn't fancy and the drinks were rather cheap. Also the barkeep was unfamiliar with human mixed drinks. Something he had slowly been teaching the green skinned digimon. It wasn't his normal scene but it was nice to hang with the less fortunate once and a while.

'Less fortunate? They may be drunkards but so are you dumb ass.' You wound me so tiny little demonic voice. 'One of these days.' Maybe one day but for now he was in control and loving it.

"Oh barkeep. Four Horseman Piledriver if you will." Degas said humming. He got the strangest look. Another unknown drink.

"You my sir need to learn a think or two about mixing drinks." Degas said and hauled himself over the bar.

"Alright watch me big boy. I'll show you how to get this place on the map." Degas said grabbing a mug.

"These four are like whiskey. So we just poour all four in like so." Degas said measuring them out into two shots a piece and pouring them into a mug.

"Where's your energy drinks?" Degas asked bending to look in the small fridges beneath the counter.

"You aren't even suppose to be behind the bar." Ogremon complained. Degas has been there the better part of the day giving him advice. It was really starting to tick him off.

"My dear green man. If you learn anything you must learn this." Degas said grabbing a can that said energy on it. "All liquors can be mixed but it takes a special touch to make or break that drink."

He added two shots of energy drink. And gulped it all down. He set it back with a satisfied thunk. Ahh that was good... 'Yes and I'm sure the Ogremon appreciates it.'

"You know, if you want I can't teach you what a real piledriver is after you get off work." Degas said smiling and flirting with the barkeep. Who just got more annoyed. 'You never stop do you.' Nope.

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“I suppose this wasn’t the best place to kill time was it.” Eyes rested on the digimon to the tamer’s left before his gaze turned to the other patrons. Outside of the crappy little bar there didn’t seem to be much else he going on. Sure, there were other bars, but he had little interest in finding one that served decent drinks. He would instead swallow this foul-tasting substance whilst his eyes meandered about. There wasn’t anything terribly interesting to look at anyway. He saw little more than a cluster of none too attractive looking folks and their equally grotesque digimon. Normally, Anasazi would have been quite the social butterfly, even in a dump like the one he found himself in. Well, he would if not for thoughts of the fight ahead that awaited him. Excitement further ushered his mind on future events until they were broken by commotion from behind the bar. Obasi turned his head to the source of the ruckus, curious to see what pulled him from his innermost thoughts.

“Oh my, who is that?” Wandering eyes fell upon the colorful form of Degas. Eyebrow raised in curiosity, Anasazi could not help, but be drawn to the human with the cherry red hair. The young man moved about with relative grace, and greatly annoyed the ogremon. He mentioned something about energy drinks and mixing drinks as he buzzed about the bar. Anasazi’s attentions were not so much on the concoctions the youngster wanted to create, but other more lewd ideas. Chances were he was a spirit wielder due to his lack of a digimon. The African tamer may not have been an expert on digimon, but he knew the dangers of being without them in the digital world. He therefore decided that what moved before him was not a tamer, but a spirit user, or so he assumed. “I’d like to get to know him.” With that statement whispered, and sentiment in mind Anasazi moved to meet this spirited gentlemen.

After the fiery haired youth finished “educating” the ogremon in the art of making drinks, Anasazi introduced himself. “Pardon me, but I couldn’t help, but over here your conversation. I am quite interested in learning how to make a piledriver, and maybe you can teach me some other “things” too.” Flirtatious both in tone and mannerism, Anasazi was captivated by this young man. “My name is Anasazi Abioye, btw. Don’t bother trying to pronounce my last name even I have trouble with that. And you are” Hand extended, Anasazi was looking forward to a different kind of battle at the moment.


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Degas  just smiled at the annoyed Ogremon. His gaze wandering to nearby movement though. A dark skinned man approached seemingly eager to learn what he had to 'teach' as well. He couldn't help but to chuckle.

"I could teach you as well. I have a thing for tall dark and handsome." Degas said smiling leaning over the counter slightly with a twinkle in his eye. 

'Okay, i'm just going to retire from your mind. Such lewd images.' his inner demon said and became a faint blank space in his thoughts. Too bad he would have liked to tease him some more.

The man offered his hand and Degas raised an eyebrow. This wasn't a deal to be made but simply a way to kill time. Anasazi....odd name. Did people call him Ana for short? Ana didn't really fit since he didn't have the build to pretend to be a girl. However that did make it funnier.

"Names Degas Von Vilku," Degas responded. He refused the handshake with a playful smirk.

"If you're going to socialize do it on the other side of the bar." Ogremon said tapping his foot.

"Deary don't be so impatient I didn't forget about you." Degas teased. "Honestly you should be taking notes. I'm sure the patrons would appreciate the variety."

Ogremon glared but made no move to throw him. Some part of the digimon had to be interested in the drinks he could make. So, he'd dance on his nerves awhile it was fun to watch people squirm and not want to make a scene in public.

"Alrighty, so the Four Horseman Piledriver I just made. Is 2 shots Bourbon, 2 shots Tennesse Whiskey, 2 shots red scotch, 2 shots gold tequila, and 2 shots energy drink..... or the digimon equivalent as seen here." Degas said motioning to the bottles he had gotten.

"Of course there is  Polynesian piledriver too. But that is a different kind of piledriving and needs pineapple slices." Degas said with a wink.

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Anasazi grinned at the smaller man’s flirtations, hungry for the flesh of Degas who seemingly shared his desires. Admittedly, he was unsure if the playful redhead would even show the African man any interest or not, but so far he at least appeared to. Whether his sentiments were a product of innocent teasing, or an invite to something more “adult”, Anasazi couldn’t be sure. In the meantime, he’d allow this awakened interest to guide him in whatever direction it saw fit. “Nice to meet you, Degas.” Unexpectedly, Degas denied his handshake leaving him with, but a smile. Initially, a little baffled Anasazi realized that not all people shared his customs and subsequently let it go. Instead he’d return the spirited spirit wielder’s smile. He was an interesting man, and the burly African didn’t just mean for sex either. Degas possessed a boldness to him that held Anasazi’s and greatly intrigued the wannabe bartender. Until such a time came the tamer went along with the demonstration.

“You know, Mr. Ogremon this Degas fellow has a point. If you allowed him too he could probably show you how to make some tasty drinks.” Anasazi emphasized drinks in a joking manner, so as to let the Ogremon know he was joking, and he returned a smile of his own to Degas. “After all, the bar doesn’t seem swamped and it might be entertaining for the other patrons. “ With one final trace of the top of his beer mug, Anasazi finished suggestion with an impish smirk. The Ogremon didn’t seem to be in a hurry to toss the spirit wielder out, but he wanted to be sure anyway. When the bartender made no move to toss out Degas, and allowed him to continue his display.

The broad-shouldered African focused his attention on the amateur barkeep’s display. Well, he was attempting too, but the cerulean orbs stapled to his countenance always found themselves on Degas instead. Luckily for Anasazi, he could at least hear most of what Degas said. “I am not so great at mixing drinks, would you mind helping me pick them out? I am sure the Ogremon here wouldn’t mind either. “Toothy grin showing to the fair-skinned tease, he didn’t mind a chase. In fact he preferred to pursue the little flirt.


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Degas  chuckled as Ana backed him up. He did enjoy being center of attention. Though it seemed most of the other patrons were ignoring them so long they didn't bother with their drinking. Slightly disappointing but making a huge scene would probably get him banned from the bar. Far from the first time; he'd save that for later though.

"Of course deary." Degas responded to Ana's comment about not being great at picking out drinks. One of the first things he did was learn what digimon drinks were the equivalent of humans.

"I would like to shake things up a bit.....but it seems big guy has no shaker. A shame too it makes the best 'cock'tails." Degas said emphasizing cock with a grin. That was always funny to him. He guessed he was like a kid when it came to dirty words in normal conversation.

"Cocktail wise Pink Gin straight up is my favorite. However we will stick to the hard and strong drinks." Degas teased "I wonder if you could take a Zombie."

This will definitely end good. He got down two more cups. Then A few more drinks. As well as reaching under the counter for some juices from the fridge. Then finally sugar.

"Come over here lovely, I'll show you what's good." He practically purred. Any excuse for body on body contact was a good one. "After all I can't make them all myself."

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Anasazi was pleasantly surprised when Degas agreed to giving him a more “personal” demonstration. It appeared he would make some progress with the young firebrand after all. He decided to wait until Degas was finished explaining the intricacies of drinks and cocktails. Even he chuckled a bit when the smaller man emphasized the word “cock”. Even at 31 years of age certain words still held a humorous charm to him, and besides, it wasn’t far off from what he had in mind with Degas. He leaned in closer, his fingers still tracing the rim of the mug before him as he listened. The demonstration for what it was worth wasn’t bad. Anasazi was familiar with most of these drinks, and they were just as good as advertised. He might have been terrible at mixing them, but he’d certainly had enough in his time. It also meant some possible body time with Degas.

“Sephtis, if you are going to sleep on me at least don’t drool.” Than hissed at Sephtis slumbering peacefully in her lap. Despite their bickering the older of the two twins could be fairly sisterly when the time came for it, even if she considered her younger twin a bit of a brat. Anasaz was quite surprised to see the two twins bonding, at least. Well, as well as his digimon could bond at any rate.

His attention was once again captured by the lovely Degas. He even requested the attention of the Nairobi-born tamer to assist him with making drinks. Out of instinct Than used protective penumbra on her master. It was unneeded, but the sentiment was nonetheless, appreciated by Obasi who saw it as her being cautious. “I hope you don’t mind, Ogremon” Anasazi said with a smile before making his way behind the bar. Not bothering to acknowledge the Ogremon’s grumbles, Anasazi took up residence behind Degas. “Forgive me if this is a little too close. When you are 6”4 everything is a bit cramped for you, but I am ready when you are.”

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"No need to apologize." Degas said getting close and placing his hands on his chest. "I like them tall, dark, and handsome." He said smiling with a sparkle in his eyes.

He had to admit he was surprised to learn he had twin digimon but it mattered little. So long as they could be alone later. After all his thoughts went from in the shower to against a wall and on the bed. Someone so large should have no trouble holding him up considering he was a foot shorter.

"Now then." he said scooting a bottle over. "Let's begin." He positioned himself between Ana and the drinks and grabbed his arms. He kept his hands on Ana's guiding them to make the drink and somewhat forcing him to hug his body. After all he couldn't guide Ana from behind.

They started with the different kinds of rum, then the brandy, and finally the juice. With a light stir the drinks were done.

"The best way to make a zombie is in a skull mug with dry ice. It has a wonderful effect." Degas commented and held a zombie out to ogremon who took it reluctantly. Obviously not eager to try it.

He then handed on to Ana and took the third for himself. "Bottoms up big boys." Degas said taking a large gulp. Truth was you were suppose to sip it. He'd been drinking for years though and taking a gulp had a satisfying effect.

Ogremon followed his example and took it in one gulp. Then keeled over rather dramatically as he tried to hold himself up on the bar and failing. The scene earning a laugh from Degas.

"The only drink guaranteed to get you drunk with one cup." Degas chuckled.

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Anasazi grinned devilishly as Degas pressed his back against the African’s chest. When the playful spirit wielder teased him further, he merely smiled and spoke, head tilted earthward to address Degas. “Well, I am happy to fit your criteria because you certainly fit mine.”Arousal and an impatience for the promises of flesh and intimacy spoke in his stead.

This excitement was only furthered when Degas height of 5”3, snuggled up against his of 6”4. The Nairobi-born tamer’s mind was flooded with lewd scenes of every kind, from showers to even roleplay. Degas was certainly small enough to be held up by him, and placed into all kinds of interesting positions. He’d even let his mind wander with possibilities for a moment, but those fun mental escapades were unknowingly snatched away by Degas’. Brought back into reality Anasazi answered.

“I am ready anytime you are, Mr. Degas” A subtle trace of lust still in his as he spoke again. Once he’d reached a comfortable position, the Spirit Wielder manipulated Anasazi’s larger arms to prepare drinks. He soon found himself practically hugging Degas, the smaller man’s body was warm and quite welcoming. His fingers were carefully guided along as Degas explained different types of drinks to him. Honestly, he was too preoccupied by the sensation of Degas’s warm skin against his to even notice. Words he was unaware of like “zombie…something, something skull” flew through his mind, but Anasazi was skilled enough at feigning interest. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but he was to be quite honest just really horny. Through the haze of perverted thoughts and awkward bodily functions, Anasazi was able to grasp what was happening albeit slightly.

“Alright.” The only coherent word Anasazi could muster at the moment. Still somewhat out of it he eventually broke through the fog of his thoughts. “Agreed.” Being a veteran of balls, pubs, and, other alcoholic rich events the sudden impact of liquor didn’t cripple him as much as it would have otherwise. It did, however; excite his system in a way most drinks did not. Taking some more in a cup, Anasazi poured some into his mouth, swallowing most of it. With a little left in his mouth, he bent over and pressed his lips against Degas.

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It seemed he teased a little too much. His lips melted hotly against the alcohol stained lips of Ana. The taste of the zombie in his mouth as he opened it inviting him in. His one hand kneaded at Ana's side playfully. 

"Why don't we take this elsewhere." Degas said reluctantly breaking their kiss. He didn't mind getting freaky in front of others but he'd rather avoid jail. He crooked his finger as he walked away with a teasing sway.

He owned a building not far from here. It was tall and contained one of his many penthouses. Another one of the first things he did upon entering the digital world. Obtaining stocks and buying things up. Needless to say he was rich after opening up his own clubs with his drinks. Not to mention the gambling rooms.

Degas led Ana to his penthouse which took up the top two floors. Large being a word for it. Since it was made for digimon the ceilings practically towered. Art adored one wall, the other the kitchen and bathroom and two more walls nothing but glass. Upstairs was an open bedroom, walk in closet and another bathroom. Overall it was stylish and simple unlike his flamboyant personality.

"Now then lover boy where shall we start," Degas said walking up to Ana and groping his shirt needily. Dear Ana was in the palm of his hand. His teasing had done him in at the bar. He wondered if the air had cooled him off any. Not that it mattered. They would be really hot again here in a moment.

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