Eels sat away from the other patrons of the bar, on the end near Art. His location was as much Art's choosing as it was his. It allowed Eels to stay away from most of the customers, who preferred an area they could more easily watch the stage from, and keeping Eels away from the customers was always good for business. Even when he behaved there was still something... wrong about him. The way he smiled at the customers perhaps... a predatory smile, completely opposite of Art's welcoming smile, that just seemed wrong. Like he wanted something from you... or from inside you.
His eyes flicked over the crowd, sizing up each person in turn as he sipped from some plain soda water--no alcohol. He didn't like to dull his senses... it was so much better when he was awake for it. Sharp.
'Sharp,' the thought made him smile as he ran his thumb over the edge of one of the knives in his pocket, feeling the cold steel, and the sharp point. His eyes centered in on a young woman, as his smile grew. He could almost feel it... sliding between her ribs, cutting slowly...
But he couldn't. That kind of senseless violence is what got him put away, and this time it'd be worse than juvie, especially if he were to start cutting some of Art's customers.
The smile ran away from his face as he glanced towards James, and then back at Art. He knew, as well as anyone in the bar, that ones urges must be controlled. One must not act upon every thought of pleasure, no matter how tempting... but the urge was there. Floating about in the back of his mind.
He turned back to the bartender and requested something stronger. Perhaps it would be ok to dull his senses a bit tonight. The alcohol helped to push back the urges, sometimes. Sometimes it made them harder to control... he hoped for the former, as he sincerely doubted he'd be able to partake of his... vice, tonight.
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