love, hate , who are you? [liam]

[Seven Hisoka]

[STYLE= border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 39PX; margin-top: 20px][/style][STYLE=background: #85888A; width: px; margin-top: 25px; margin-left: 155px; font-size: 19px; WIDTH: 301PX; font-family: impact; border-bottom: 4px #A43430 solid; text-align: center]YOUR FAITH IS STARVED OF REDEMPTION[/style][STYLE= TEXT-ALIGN: JUSTIFY; margin-left: 152px; width: 290px; font-size: 15px; font-family: rockwell; BORDER-right: 4px solid #7C6E6E; padding: 5px; line-height: 13px]There were only a few things that amused him. Those few things consisted of girls, knives, and by all chances a blonde haired bar tender. So, here he was about to cause trouble all over again. Not that the black haired male wasn't always causing trouble. It was what seven lived for. It gave him an adrenaline rush. Not many things could do that anymore after all.

He looked away at the thought of such. Really, Liam wasn't anything to him right? He wasn't anything more than someone he teased. The man hated him to after all. Every time he came into his sights he was almost killed. Liam probably would have killed him if he wasn't agile enough to avoid half of his attacks. Though the male didn't have any weapons persay, he was extremely agile, and he had a inhuman quality. That quality was his inhuman strength.

That was what put him on a adrenaline rush. Narrowly escaping death. It was the closest he could get to it after all. He was no longer in the mafia. He had run away from that life a long time ago. It meant he was never going back. But he had been raised a killer, and it took all he had not to do such things again. Perhaps that was why he needed liam.. perhaps.

He walked into the cat's eye, knowing from his sources that this was liam's shift. Now.. he wondered how long it would take before the male would find him. He would always know however, because the male always had a habit of saying his name.
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[Liam Hageshii]

[atrb=border,0,true][ATRB=CELLSPACING,5,TRUE][ATRB=STYLE, WIDTH: 350PX;] [atrb=style, BTABLE] [atrb=style, border-top: 2px solid #610920; border-bottom: 2px solid #610920] Why such a violent man was allowed to work at a Cafe was beyond anyone's imagination. Perhaps it was because his shift was at night, and people were always more rowdy at this time of the day. And who better to be your bartender than a man with an inhuman strength? Plus he was a bodyguard to boot -- even though he currently had no employer for that. Of course, if the wrong person pissed him off, and there was one in particular who fit this description, the place might be trashed wherever it was, but that was besides the point. After all, Liam was a tad bit more cautious while at work -- he didn't want to get fired hell with paying fines and repairs. So he worked the night shift at this small little cafe that no one knew much about. No one other than the regulars of the street, those who happened to pass by and try their menu. The Cat's Eye Cafe did, after all, have quite a delicious menu. And that was saying something coming from him. So he stood behind the counter, cleaning glasses with a cloth, waiting for orders and watching over those who were here. A few were drunk, good for them. And that's when he saw him. How did he find out his shift? His workplace? He always seemed to have some way of figuring it out. It, him, pissed him off every time he saw him. And yet in some strange way he felt drawn to him. Not that he would ever tell him that. The currently clean glass cup seemed to shatter in his clenching hand at that moment. With a curse -- he'd just hide the cup though no one needed to know -- he called out in a long, drawn out voice like he always did with his name, "SEEEVVEENNNNN!"

[Seven Hisoka]

[STYLE= border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 39PX; margin-top: 20px][/style][STYLE=background: #85888A; width: px; margin-top: 25px; margin-left: 155px; font-size: 19px; WIDTH: 301PX; font-family: impact; border-bottom: 4px #A43430 solid; text-align: center]YOUR FAITH IS STARVED OF REDEMPTION[/style][STYLE= TEXT-ALIGN: JUSTIFY; margin-left: 152px; width: 290px; font-size: 15px; font-family: rockwell; BORDER-right: 4px solid #7C6E6E; padding: 5px; line-height: 13px]Oh, sweet music to his ears. A shattering glass. He didn't even have to look. He knew without a doubt who it could belong to, and by golly he was absolutely right. It was only moments after his thoughts that Liam, decided to notice him. And then it came, the call that made seven grin from ear to ear every time he heard it. He had to actually try to keep the excitement and adrenaline down for the moment. He didn't want Liam to lose his job after all. He wouldn't have any place to live then, and he wouldn't be any fun to mess with if he was depressed, so ... it was in Seven's best interest to make sure the blonde kept his job.

He smiled a bit though and found his way over to the counter. "You called my darling?" he teased him a bit. He wouldn't do anything to violent. After all, Liam had enough rowdy drunks to deal with that night. He didn't need seven to go and make the night worse. Though, that was Seven's quota when it came to the blonde, to tear up anything and everything and make a total mess of anything in his path. "Your always so hyper when you call my name liam-kuu~ doesn't it get boring doing the same thing every time? Why not switch it up? " he asked.

He slightly wondered if he was only going to make him angry. Seven sighed and sat down at one of the bar stools at the counter. He was still a bit of away from Liam, just in case. He didn't feel like getting hit with the next glass cup that liam felt like throwing. He didn't want any blood, to well... He pushed those thoughts away. "Would you mind a truce for tonight liam? I'm a bit tired and don't feel like making you lose your job." he said looking away and playing with a dirty cup near him.

He slightly wondered what he would do. His instincts slowly lowered even with his back turned. If Liam really wanted to, he probably could of hurt him since they were down and he wasn't looking.
[/style][STYLE=background: #85888A; width: px; margin-left: 155px; font-size: 19px; WIDTH: 301PX; font-family: georgia; border-top: 4px #A43430 solid; text-align: center]MADE BY EXI OF BTN[/style]

[Liam Hageshii]

[atrb=border,0,true][ATRB=CELLSPACING,5,TRUE][ATRB=STYLE, WIDTH: 350PX;] [atrb=style, BTABLE] [atrb=style, border-top: 2px solid #610920; border-bottom: 2px solid #610920] Liam made it his determination right then and there not to tear the cafe up just because Seven was there. He needed this job, he needed the money, and it was probably one of the only places that would tolerate his anger because of his strength. So even though he wanted to lift a table and hurl it at Seven. . . he wouldn't. Not today, not now, not inside the cafe. And he wouldn't break anymore glasses either. One, because he almost cut himself and he seriously didn't want that, and two, because there were only so many. So hopefully Seven would leave him alone. Perhaps turn around and leave. Maybe it was all a mistake, maybe he just magically happened to appear there by coincidence. . . No, that was impossible, there was no coincidences where this guy was concerned. He fumed and started to clean up the shattered glass noticing him move closer and sit down. "That wasn't a call. That was a warning to get OUT." he growled. He almost hurled glass shards at him as he picked them up and tossed them into the trash. "You want me to switch up your name? Fine. DIIIIIIEEE." he said snottily. He could totally have hurt him, he could tell. The idiot was dropping his guard. And what was this about a truce? Right, a truce. Well it was nice that he apparently didn't want to make him lose his job, but he didn't believe it. Why else would he come here? To make his life a living hell of course. It was the only possibility. He moved over and snatched the dirty glass away from him, resisting the newest urge to hurl a bar stool at him. "Right. A truce. I'm so convinced. What the hell do you want?"

[Seven Hisoka]

[STYLE= border-radius:50px; -moz-border-radius:50px; -webkit-border-radius:50px; background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; MARGIN-LEFT: 39PX; margin-top: 20px][/style][STYLE=background: #85888A; width: px; margin-top: 25px; margin-left: 155px; font-size: 19px; WIDTH: 301PX; font-family: impact; border-bottom: 4px #A43430 solid; text-align: center]YOUR FAITH IS STARVED OF REDEMPTION[/style][STYLE= TEXT-ALIGN: JUSTIFY; margin-left: 152px; width: 290px; font-size: 15px; font-family: rockwell; BORDER-right: 4px solid #7C6E6E; padding: 5px; line-height: 13px]Seven could tell, and he could tell almost instantly, Liam did not want to fight. Well, he did, he could tell he did, but not here. It seemed Liam needed this job more than he thought. Seven slightly wondered how bad in the whole Liam was. He had never really seen him act this way before this moment. Was he really that in need of money that he would give up his almost uncontrollable anger issues to keep a job like this? He pondered those thoughts for a bit. Perhaps someone would leave him a rather, huge.. tip that night.

His red hues flickered back over to Liam however when he started talking again. A finger was still on the dirty cup as he played with it. "I am a customer Liam.. pretty sure your boss wouldn't want you kicking one of them out. Especially since I have money and I'm willing to spend it." he said softly. He wasn't yelling or teasing like he normally would have been.

Seven smirked a bit at his words. Liam was still in his normal mood, wanting seven dead. He was having his own little game, but he really didn't want to push the blonde to far. He really wasn't hear to bother the blonde. In all honestly, whether he was working or not, he would of come. He had thoughts on his mind that he didn't want there. Meaning it was time to drink them off.

It had been a while since he had after all. So, he could slip this once yes? He could hear the mocking tone in Liam's voice but he decided to simply ignore it for now. He didn't want to get into it. So, he would let Liam win, this once. "what do I want? I want something heavy." he said. He pouted a little bit when he took his glass away.

"i was playing with that." he whined a little. He slowly turned back to look at him putting his head on the table. He wondered if Liam would actually make his drink. He really did want it. He was even willing to give everything he had on him at that time for it.. not that he had planned to do that anyway.


[/style][STYLE=background: #85888A; width: px; margin-left: 155px; font-size: 19px; WIDTH: 301PX; font-family: georgia; border-top: 4px #A43430 solid; text-align: center]MADE BY EXI OF BTN[/style]

[Liam Hageshii]

[atrb=border,0,true][ATRB=CELLSPACING,5,TRUE][ATRB=STYLE, WIDTH: 350PX;] [atrb=style, BTABLE] [atrb=style, border-top: 2px solid #610920; border-bottom: 2px solid #610920] Liam was doing his best to keep his anger under control. He just imagined strangling Seven in his head -- okay that wasn't really what he was thinking about. But it was slightly amusing to him. He looked at him with somewhat dark eyes. He was going to need a cigarette after this, he knew he would. Help calm him down. Unfortunately he couldn't do that right now, when he actually needed one. He was right though. . . his boss wouldn't want him throwing him out, because he was a paying customer. . . Well as far as he said. "Shut up and just order something then." he grumbled. He wiped the counter furiously. If it had been anything else he might have put a hole in it. Fortunately though he didn't. "I kick customers out all the time just so you know. So you better cooperate." he added with a huff. He really didn't understand why he would have chosen here of all places. The place he worked. There were plenty of bars weren't there? So why not go to them instead of here? He wondered secretly if there were more to it, whether he was really here just to drink, or something else. As long as he didn't taunt and piss him off much more though he wouldn't throw him out. But if he started getting rowdy. . . He looked at him at his words. Something heavy? They had plenty of that, but he wondered if a drunk Seven was really a Seven that he wanted. Whatever, he couldn't be much worse than any of the other idiots here. He set the cup he had snatched away far away from Seven so he could clean it. "Deal with it." he said flatly before turning to a shelf with various alcohols. There were always more in the back though, but they kept the more popular ones up from just because it was easier. He grabbed a dark glass bottle and poured it into a glass before moving and setting it down in front of him. "You better pay. And here's your 'heavy' drink. Have fun, you look like a lightweight."