In The Ocean Blue (Ruko)

Well, this sucked. Not only was Natas in a private room in a bar or casino or whatever the hell this was in the middle of the ocean, but he was also not drunk. He had more drinks than he could count, each having more alcohol than the last, and he was just upset at the general lack of not feeling it. He invited Ruko to join him a little earlier, telling the she-male thing where the entrance to it was and everything. That little 'nation' of Sealand finally served a purpose, even if that purpose was to guide perverted old men on their road to possibly underage strippers and gambling by the truckload. He was pleased with the amount of ass he could get in this place, gaining winks from every girl and a few guys each time he walked around, but that got tiring after awhile and he wanted to enjoy his time in peace, or at least with someone he somewhat knew, or at least knew wasn't diseased ridden. Well, he thought wasn't diseased. He never knew what diseases could be crawling all over the embodiment of lust, but he knew it was in his best interest to not ask. It wasn't as if he planned on bedding the thing, even if he was curious about what lied inside his pants.

Natas sighed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for another drink to come. If he didn't start feeling the effects soon, he'd deem this entire trip as a waste of money. He was upset about this, even though none of the money was his own. He wasn't going to admit it to any actual person that he stole all of it, but where exactly would you expect someone like him to find large sums of cash? Certainly not at a job. He wasn't even alive, why the fuck would he work? No, that was laughable. Anyone who knew what or who he was would expect it all to be stolen, likely from a variety of recent murder victims, but he wasn't going to tell. If he were being honest, no one in this place should know what or who he was. He liked his secrecy almost as much as he liked himself. And he loved himself a whole lot, even his crazy other half. His evil side, which was kind of funny because it is the evil side of an evil person. Did that make Alvaro his slightly more evil part? Because more than half of the time he agreed with his methods of handling situations, he just wanted to make it seem as if there was at least one sane side to him.

Natas's mind wandered to where Alvaro had been. That guy was being awfully quiet, which was pretty rare. He didn't know whether to be happy that the crazy voice in his head had finally shut up, or worried because the crazy voice in his head was silent. It was a win-lose situation. He got peace of mind for a short amount of time, but he knew that guy was plotting something behind his back. Even if they shared a back, that saying stood strong. That guy could plot anything without Natas's knowledge, which was a gift all in itself seeing as they shared a mind. Natas wasn't in the mood to try to figure out why this was, but instead wanted to know why the hell he wasn't drunk yet. He stood up to leave the room and make a complaint at the bar, but his face was met with the floor. His entire body stopped moving and the room began to spin. What kind of sorcery was this? Someone must of gotten a hold of his mind and was commencing to torture him. No, he refused to go out this way. Natas was a fighter, even if his slim stature didn't say that much. Natas tried to push himself up, but the trickery made his arms collapse under him and his face hit the floor again. He opted to lay there and allow the poison to do it's work. His body was going to overcome this trickery one way or another, he could feel it.