Redrum, Bad mood[Steele]

He could very well debate with her why it was weird. But he was not playing that game, not that night at least. Being fascinated by death. He wondered if she ever had a loved one die or actually killed someone. Albrecht was violent, but he wasn't one to contemplate on death or mortality. He just fought demons and vanquished them, he'd have done the same to Shotaro.

"...Thanks." Albrecht didn't felt like he was nice person. Not evil or malicious, but a violent weapon in the ends. It was all there was to him. It showed in his voice his lack of belief there was anything good to him.

"No, Thank you!" Nadia pushed herself up from the table much too fast, and the world was spinning. Or was she spinning? She couldn't rightly say. She waited for everything to settle down before she attempted a tentative step back. "Thank...very much. But I believe it's about time I went...home." Her foot found purchase, but suddenly she felt as though her legs were made of jelly.

Nadia flailed out with her other leg to catch herself, but it wasn't enough. Instead she went ass over tea kettle unflatteringly to the floor. Laying uncomfortably on her side, she stayed as still as she could. The world was a blur of color like a Vangough painting. No wonder his paintings looked like that with him drinking all the time. "I seem have have...fallen down."

Albrecht at first just watched as she thanked him and attempted to get up from her seat. But it was quickly becoming apparent she was a danger to herself. With a groan he'd stand up from his seat, he was wobbly by now but he could will himself into keeping it together for a while, though he couldn't shake off the feeling.

"C'mon, i'll help you up." He took a few steps towards her and offered his hand as he he crouched, she was in no condition of walking alone like that at this time of the night, easy prey for the Demons. He was buzzed sure, but he retained most of his faculties and he was a Forgotten while she is just a civilian. "We will pay the bill and i'll take you home. Is that good?" He'd help the girl up, letting her support herself on his shoulder as necessary.

Nadia allowed the boy to help her to her feet. She felt like she was underwater, at the mercy of some current that kept sweeping her off her feet. No sooner than she was on her feet did she fall against him, hands pressed flat against the hard muscle of his chest. "ooooh" She couldn't help herself from saying before she pushed off from him and leaned against his side a little bit. He wasn't Cecil, but she wasn't sure to what degree she cared. "Yesh....yes. Okay." She blushed.

When they went to pay. She put money on the counter out of her back pocket without counting it, just looking at the man with glassy eyes, and accepted whatever change she was given, before allowing Albrecht to lead her out into the night.

If being in the bar was like being underwater, then moving to the outside was like swimming to the deep end. Suddenly the world was much bigger, all of it a swirling mass of color and light. And it was cold, making her shivver unexpectedly. She kept her footing as best she could as she waited for the colors to stop twirling. With an exhale she squinted, focusing really hard.

"That way direction!" She finally decided. Ars Moriendi was not too far away, thankfully.

"...Do that again and i'll drop you on the ground." Accident or not Albrecht did not enjoyed being touched like that by her, especially with the 'ooooh' that followed. On some hidden part of him he did enjoy knowing girls appreciated his aesthetics, but he'd prefer they kept it to themselves and their hands too. The girl was rather light so he had no issue helping her.

He would have to sort out the payment of the bill by himself. He'd be fair, that one beer they shared would be split. Everything else was paid according to who ordered it. There was some challenge in keeping her from collapsing and managing the money.

"Christ, you are lightweight. You shouldn't be drinking like this." He'd comment while following her directions. He'd take her to door, not speaking much or at all on their way and when they arrived he would expect her to stop supporting herself on his shoulder.

Nadia giggled, but couldn't find words for a witty response. Instead, she simply guided him to the oddity shop where she lived. She stumbled a few times, but walking in the chilly night air was sharpening her senses. She didn't really even need Albrecht's support by the time they reached the shop. She wobbled a bit as she stopped him near the mouth of the alley. "This'll do." She said cheerily, "Thank you, Albrecht. I know I drank a bit too much but..."

She blinked, trying to find words. "I needed it, I think. Nighty night!" She supported herself on the wall as she moved down the alley and up the steps towards the door to her apartment. Were steps designed specifically to thwart drunk people? honestly, it was good she had a railing...

Once inside her apartment, she looked around, blinking. The stupor and haze of the drink made her mind sloshy, but even then, the darkness and emptiness of the place seemed to suck the life out of her. It was all she could do to keep the pleasant warmness of the evening in her memories as she made straight for her bed and passed out in the sheets.

>> Nadia Exit