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Ben Lockwood | Werewolf OC | specify a 'verse if you like, either CoG or 'regular'

[werewolf_hacker]

Double Bacardi 151, straight up, please.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon hesitates for a long, long minute.] Maybe I just like werewolves.

[werewolf_hacker]

And maybe you're full of shit.

Know a lot of werewolves, do you?

[dogeat_underdog]

I might know a few, yeah. Might even have helped a few with their problems, not that you'll buy that.

[werewolf_hacker]

Out of the goodness of your heart? [Ben manages to not quite laugh out loud at that.] I'll buy that you think you helped them, because you're just that perverse.

But what did it cost, Kemble?

[dogeat_underdog]

A little pride? A couple favors done for me in return? From where I'm sitting it's a small price in exchange for a Pack of their own, considering some of 'em were at the end of their rope from trying to go it alone. But I'm a demon, demons don't ever do people favors. Except for Razas of course.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Oh, so very dry.] Awesome. A Pack put together by a demon. What could possibly go wrong with that?

I'm under no illusions about Razas and what he is. Did he try to stop me the other night? No he did not. Does he have his own agenda? Probably. Do I care? Not much.

Besides, we're not talking about him, we're talking about you.

[dogeat_underdog]

Yeah, we are. We're talking about me and the fact that you've decided I must be one of the nasty baddies because once upon a time I wasn't hard enough to murder my brother for making the wrong call. Even your precious Lion Cub doesn't jump to that kind of nasty conclusions about everyone on the other side, does he?

[werewolf_hacker]

Did I stab you out of hand? No I did not. Have I stabbed you yet? No, I have not. Did I trust Raz right away? Fuck no, he trapped me in his fucking grimoire and tried to get me to give my soul over. Do I trust him now? Marginally more now that he's actually proven himself trustworthy. But I don't ever forget which side he's on.

You want me to trust you, Kemble? Then do something besides yap at me. Because I'm seeing a lot of this [he opens and closes his hand in imitation of a dog barking] and not a whole lot else. Methinks the demon doth protest too much, y'know?

[dogeat_underdog]

Hey, man, I'm a salesman. Running my mouth is my game. [He sobers.] Alright. Straight, no bullshit. What something besides yapping do ya want me to do?

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben throws his hands dramatically in the air. He is very intoxicated. More than he should be.] Fuck if I know, man, do something for someone that involves no quid pro quo or mutual back-scratching. Have you ever in your life done anything just because it felt good to do?

[dogeat_underdog]

Sure I have. Sometimes people come to me for things that obviously need doing, only they clearly don't deserve Hell for it. Pretty easy to arrange a freebie for people like that.

[werewolf_hacker]

And it just makes it that much easier to reel them in later, right? Pardon me if I'm skep-- supsi-- dammit. Of your altru-- gener-- kindness. [He frowns at his glass.] I should not be this drunk.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon cocks an eyebrow.] You want to be less drunk?

[werewolf_hacker]

Yes. No. I don't know. Werewolf metab-- consti-- stuff. Should take care of it. I think. [His vision and brain are getting blearier, not better.]

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon raises an eyebrow, drains his own glass, and snaps his fingers, putting a little demon mojo to work.] How 'bout now? Any better?