Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

[blackmagicduck]

 One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

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[richestduck]

Scrooge was not having a good night in the least. He didn't want to be here. Not by a long shot. However, he'd been brought to this nightmare establishment under the pretext of getting him to relax, and the people who'd dragged him here hadn't even had the decency to stay with him.

So he'd sat down at the bar to glare into each far-overpriced cocktail. He didn't normally drink much, but tonight he was unhappy and would suffer the hangover if only to make his so-called companions miserable when they finally decided to take him home.

He was on his second whiskey and Coke (nothing like a solid mix of alcohol, sugar, and caffeine to confuse his body) when the woman came up to him with a rather unique opening line.

"Hooray for me," he grumbled. "What do I win?"

[blackmagicduck]

"Company." She sat beside him, eyeing the glass he had. Always good to have a victim already weakened, but she also knew to keep her guard up just in case. Mortals were a tricky bunch.

"Nobody comes here to sulk in a corner. Let me guess... someone with good intentions dragged you here, then dropped you like a rock the moment they saw a nice pair of legs?"

[richestduck]

"Got it in one," Scrooge said dourly. "Honestly, I could be having just as much 'fun'" cue air quotes "at home. Cheaper drinks, too."

He raised a brow at her.

"So what brings you to me? I doubt you came here to commiserate with some stranger."

[blackmagicduck]

"You could say we're in a similar situation. I didn't plan on being here long myself."

Good, he established eye-contact. Now the hunt could really begin.

Slowly, gently, her eyes began to work him, coaxing what was already a weakened mind.

Don't question. Don't bother. Just relax. Just accept.

[richestduck]

A weakened mind, yes, but by no means weak. She was still going to have to chip away at him.

"So why talk to me if you were planning on leaving?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

[blackmagicduck]

Not so easily subdued? She had to admit she was impressed. Most men - especially at his age - would fall over themselves to keep this beauty around.

"Maybe the same reason you're still around... I don't want this to be a waste."

[richestduck]

Beauty, in Scrooge's experience, was a fickle thing. Particularly in regards to people. He'd previously dated a woman considered one of the great beauties of the world, but all she'd been after was his money. He didn't need or particularly want some random hookup even if that hookup was a lovely lass who was probably too young for him.

He took a long swallow from his drink, setting the empty glass down on the bar with a thunk. "Or we're both petty and spiteful enough to try and make people miserable dealing with us."

[blackmagicduck]

It wasn't the answer she was expecting - and as a result, she wound up laughing. Oh, he was an interesting one.

"I'd say you're doing a pretty poor job of it, in that case." She leaned on the bar, head in her hand. "Or am I making you miserable just by being here?"

[richestduck]

Her response actually brought a genuine smile to his lips...even if it was a bit smirky.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he had to give a chuckle of his own. "So far you're the only person in this whole place that didn't make me want to commit suicide by spoon."

[blackmagicduck]

"You're either very creative or very drunk." She could work with either one.

"Can I buy you a drink to see which it is?"

[richestduck]

"I'll say the former. Not drunk enough for the latter."

It wasn't like she could drug his drink with him right there next to her, so he said, "I wouldn't say 'no' to it."

Odd for a woman to buy a man a drink but maybe this woman didn't see a problem with swapping their roles for tonight.

"What's your name?"

[blackmagicduck]

She slid out quick cash from her pocket - she'd gauge his drinks carefully. Too many, and your victim was upchucking all over your favorite outfit before you got a bite in.

"Call me Magica. And you?"

Makes you wonder if a vampire can get drunk from drinking a drunk's blood.

[richestduck]

He debated giving her a false name but decided that she was likely to recognize him sooner or later. True, he wasn't wearing his usual garb but his face was rather distinguishable.

"Scrooge," he told her. "Pleasure."

/puts in the good idea folder/

[blackmagicduck]

"Pleasure's all mine."

Once his drink order was filled, she upped the charm - both figuratively and mystically.

"How long do you plan on being spiteful this evening? 'Tomorrow you' might suffer from 'today you' going at it for too long."

LOL

[richestduck]

"I was thinking maybe another hour of spite. Then if my companions weren't back yet, I'd just call a cab."

He picked up his drink before pausing.

"You're not joining me?"

[blackmagicduck]

"I might," She said with a smile. So there was the time limit, she needed to work within that frame.

"But I want you to guess what I'll have."

[richestduck]

"A drink guessing game?" Scrooge asked, intrigued. He set his glass down to focus on her more clearly. "What're the stakes?"

[blackmagicduck]

"How about this?"

She set out three sets of cash on the bar table.

"You get three tries. Every time you fail, I take one back, and that's one less drink you'll get."

[richestduck]

Now it was interesting.

Scrooge put a hand to his chin, taking a very close look at her and what she was wearing. There had to be a hint somewhere.

"How specific do my guesses need to be? If I say 'wine' do I need to name a type, too?"

[blackmagicduck]

Magica smiled. "I'll be kind and let you be vague. But I'll let you know how. I don't drink... wine."

Not all the vampire flicks mortals made were disasters, she did have some favorites.

[richestduck]

"So that's one guess down." He tapped one of the stacks of money closer to her. "Let's see..."

He started with her face. Dark eye shadow to bring out her eyes and her long black hair had a streak of purple in it. Looking at her dress, it was black (somehow unsurprising) that covered more of her than one would expect at a nightclub like this. Yes, there was a "scandalous" slit in one side of the skirt, but the skirt itself went down to her ankles and the top offered strong hints of the cleavage hiding beneath it while somehow maintaining classy. Black high-heeled shoes finished it all off.

This couldn't possibly be her usual hangout. Her clothes were as out-of-place as his entire self was yet she managed to blend in seamlessly with the crowd.

"Bloody Mary," Scrooge said after tallying up how much her outfit screamed "goth" in his head.

[blackmagicduck]

Initially, Magica planned to let him fail the first two and take up the third, so he wouldn't suspect she was trying to get him drunk. However... the irony of the drink choice was so hilarious, she wound up letting out a cackle, pushing all the money together.

"Oh, now I'm embarrassed." She giggled. "I had no idea I was so easily read."

[richestduck]

"Lucky guess," he told her even as he smirked. "So have a drink with me?"

She was interesting and at least he might not have a completely terrible time until he planned to leave. Besides, either she hadn't realized he was that Scrooge or she wasn't going to make a big deal over it. That in and of itself was refreshing.

He picked up his whiskey and Coke, taking another drink from it.

[blackmagicduck]

"Glad to." She ordered it - while also ordering another for him. It was nice to have such a fun meal, and it was refreshing to work for it.

"Do you really believe in things like luck? Fate, destiny, all that nonsense? You don't seem like the type."

[richestduck]

"Well..." He stretched out the word, rolling the L's over his tongue. "...I will admit I had a gut feeling based on what you're wearing, but I felt maybe you'd prefer me to have guessed." He raised an eyebrow. "Bloody Mary seemed to go with the theme."