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 cackled at that assessment. "I think you're the first person I've ever met with that attitude other than me!"

He then grinned widely at her.

"Quite frankly I think it's a great attitude to have."

[blackmagicduck]

"That's very nice to hear."

Her smile became slightly more wicked, more flirtatious.

"Maybe we can apply it to this evening."

[richestduck]

"I could be convinced," Scrooge said with a smirk. "What did you exactly have in mind?"

[blackmagicduck]

She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again, making another try for enchantment.

"Getting away from this club of drunk children, and... see where the night takes us?"

Trust in me.

[richestduck]

"I could certainly use a bit of fresh air once I finish all this." He motioned to his water, his drink, and his chips.

He really could use a bit of the night air on his face. He was definitely solidly tipsy. (He was drunk, really.) Some cold air on his face would work wonders.

[blackmagicduck]

"Why wait? Do you really want to hear the end of this song?"

If you could call a repeating "untz untz untz" a song.

[richestduck]

"Not particularly but I hate wasting money," Scrooge said with amusement. "You'd like to get your money's worth given your drink, wouldn't you?"

[blackmagicduck]

"Money means little to me, but if it'll make you feel better..."

She grabbed his water and downed it in one gulp.

[richestduck]

Well, now he was a bit annoyed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that was deliberate.

Still, he grumbled and had a few more of the chips. He wasn't going to order another water if he was planning on leaving soon. At least having some food in his stomach would help offset the alcohol.

Speaking of which, he took another long drink of the whiskey and Coke.

[blackmagicduck]

She grinned, clearly enjoying how that annoyed him. Sure, she wanted him to fall under her spell - in both meanings of the word - but she also wanted to have some fun.

"Should I be worried about petty revenge?"

[richestduck]

"If you had anything for me to drink or eat under your nose, I would," Scrooge said with a snort. "However, I've got enough alcohol right here." He swirled his glass before taking a gulp of its contents before having more of his chips.

His head was really whirling now. Whether that was due to the booze or her spell was up for debate.

[blackmagicduck]

"That's a relief." A sweet little smile. "Just don't stay too mad... I promise, I'll find a way to make it up to you."

[richestduck]

The alcohol plus the magic she was casting on his mind made him relax. The carbonation in the Coke was also working to Magica's advantage: His body was absorbing the alcohol much more rapidly even with his attempts at using water and food to sober up some.

She'd meant no harm, clearly. Just wanted to have a little walk with him. Where's the harm in that? It was actually quite flattering.

"I'd be interested in how you intend to do that," he asked, covering his mouth before a small burp could escape.

[blackmagicduck]

She slid out of her seat, and then offered him her hand.

"There's only one way to find out, Scrooge."

[richestduck]

He held up a finger to waggle it at her. "I told you. Let me finish first, aye?"

There was only a handful more chips in the bowl which he snapped up quite quickly before gulping down the last of his drink.

"All right, I'm ready to--hic!" He put a hand to his chest. "Went a bit too fast there. Sorry about that."

He placed the money he owned on the bar and slid off the stool, stumbling for a moment before steadying himself. The amount of alcohol in his system was still climbing due to what hadn't been absorbed yet. However, it wasn't likely it'd be coming back up any time soon.

[blackmagicduck]

She giggled, awww aren't you cute.

"Don't tell me I already make you weak in the knees." She slid her arm around his, ready to guide him towards the exit - they were definitely going to sneak out the back.

[richestduck]

"Well, it certainly wasn't this pitiful excuse for--hic!--music," he told her.

He didn't resist as she led the way to the back exit, too relaxed to realize that they were going the wrong way.

"A bonnie fine lass ye are. And interestin' ta boot," he continued, the accent thickening as the drink took more and more control.

[blackmagicduck]

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Scrooge."

It was a richly dark night. She led him further into the shadows, away from the city's bright lights and cars.

[richestduck]

Some primal instinct in him started to sound the alarm though the sirens were muted due to the booze.

"Where're we goin'?" he asked, laughing a little as his head swam. "Ah'm not fa--hiccup!--Ah donnae know this part o' town that well..."

[blackmagicduck]

"I just wanted to give us a little... privacy. After all..."

She squeezed his arm, going into a purr. "Isn't meeting someone new an adventure in of itself?"

[richestduck]

"Privacy?" he slurred out. "Adventure?" He hiccuped again.

Gods, what had he been thinking? Four whiskey and Cokes in less than two hours, and he'd told the bartender at the beginning of the night not to skimp on the whiskey. He didn't drink much as a general rule which meant his tolerance level was abysmal.

Yet he continued following her lead, raising his fist triumphantly into the air. "Adventure sounds right up mah alley!" He hiccuped, and he lowered his fist to flatten out his hand against his stomach. "Just need ta get rid o' these blasted--HICCUP!"

[blackmagicduck]

"Well... I know one way to get rid of them." She let him go so he would take a few steps...

And then she held him from behind, hands stroking down his chest. "A nice little... distraction."

[richestduck]

Those few steps on his own were stumbling, and it was a good thing that she held on to him to help support him.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder at her.

"Now, now, lassie, Ah'm not the kinda man ta--hic!--get drunk in bars an' fool around inna park--hic!--lot wit' some woman Ah've jess met."

[blackmagicduck]

"I thought you were in the mood for adventure. This can be our own... private story."

She gently turned him around, giving him another good dose of enchantment as she stroked his beak.

"Don't you find me beautiful?"

Relax. Just relax. Trust in me.

[richestduck]

"Ah do," he told her, his addled mind offering no resistance to her influence. "But Ah'm an honorababble man. Hip!"

He leaned into her grip, her all but holding him up.