12963/Meet the Parent..

Meet the Parent..
Date of Scene:	05 April 2021
Location:	McAnally's Pub
Synopsis:	Thomas and Giles clear the air and maybe even begin a friendship.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Rupert Giles

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Thomas Raith has posed:
McAnally's Pub is known throughout the Supernatural community for it's status as Accorded Neutral Territory. A place where various elements can come together in Peace and have a good meal as well as discuss matters with no fear of violent response. So it seemed a good place to Thomas to meet with Giles, as it was truly neither of their home turf as the Magic box or Blue Lady would be. He arrived first, ordering steak sandwiches and two bottles each of Mac's Dark Ale. And was just at that moment going to the bar to fetch them.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles arrived a few minutes after the food and drinks have been ordered. His car is parked and he walks in, pausing to glance at the 'neutral accords' bit. He's dressed in black slacks, polished brown loafer shoes, a creamy tan knit shirt, and a brown leather jacket over top of it. And his ubiquitous glasses. The man doesn't go anywhere without those. Once he's done reading the rules, he looks thoughtful as he's glancing around for the .. Ah. There he is. The moment Giles spots Thomas it's obvious. There's a faint grimace, a breath drawn in, squaring of his shoulders. Then he starts off toward the man. His walk is easy, and his hands are tucked into his pockets. "This place is interesting," he says.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, "That it is. It's one part meeting ground, one part Supernatural Bomb Shelter. When the folks with power start throwing it around, Mac's is where the lower level talents go to duck and cover till it's all over." He has both plates and all four beers set in the middle of the table, offering the other man his choice of which to take. "So, I'd like to clear the air between us. We both love Buffy, and want what is best for her. Is that a reasonable starting point?"

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles nods to that. "It makes sense. And is something I'll have to keep in mind. That, coupled with the food and drinks here.. Kind of makes it an ideal location." He sits on one of the seats and reaches for one of the beers. He takes a drink off of it, and studies Thomas for a few moments after his words. "I'll make you a deal," he says. "You don't hurt Buffy, and I won't help her put a stake through your heart. Anything beyond that.. well. We can let develop as it develops." It sounds a lot like he's kind of agreeing with what Thomas had said. A breath, and another drink. "Sounds reasonable, yes?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles just a little bit, "I can agree with that much, though I should point out that a stake through the heart is a bit over kill." he takes one of the beers and the plate the other man does not. "I'm of the White Court. Practically human in every way that matters. A Bit harder to kill, bit stronger, a bit faster... And I am more so then most of my kind because of Buffy, which we'll get into later if you like, but for the most part I am a vampire in name only, more or less."

Rupert Giles has posed:
The beer is sat down on the table top and one of the sandwiches, whichever is closer, is reached for. Never let it be said that Rupert Giles skipped a meal over talk of vampires. "Oh?" He lifts the sandwich and takes a bite of it. He seemed about to ask a question, probably to define the differences between the vampires he's used to and white court vampires. And he listens attentively. "Ah. So... basically.. human plus? I can make no guaratees agaisnt a stake through the heart if you hurt Buffy, though. Habits, and all that." There's a sparkle to his eyes, and a slight wrinkling at the edges of them, and his lips turning up juuust a hair to show that he might be joking. A little bit.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "I mean to be fair, a stake through the heart will kill most things irregardless." He acquiesces with a smile, "But unlike the Vamps you are used to dealing with, You'd have a corpse on your hands. And Blood on your nice suit. And my blood is pink so you'd look like you spilled pepto-bismol all over yourself. Not fun for anyone." He says amused, taking a bite of his own stake and seeming to relax a bit. "Buffy told me you are a Watcher, so I'm going to assume there isn't much I can tell you that you wouldn't be able to research yourself. So yes, closer to Human Plus, specifically Human plus a sort of demonic symbiote that is impanted at birth and awakens around puberty. It gives me strength, endurance, speed... and to be honest my amangly good looks. In exchange I feed it life force energy. I am of House Raith, so I specifically feed it energy generated by Lust."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles releases the sandwich to raise one hand in the air, a finger pointed in a general 'up' sort of direction. "That, is kind of the point," he says. Then snickers. "The point." He chuckles and shakes his head. "The point of using a stake through the heart." He finally manages to get the whole comment out, but he doesn't do it without his lips twitching into another smile.

Giles is just about to take another bite of his food when the peptol bismol blood is mentioned. He stops, and lowers the sandwich. "Way to ruin a perfectly good meal, Thomas," he says. "Pepto bismol. Yuck." He nods about himself being a Watcher, and again about research. "Yes. I could research myself. And I probably will. But getting a first hand take on things? Always enhances the research later."

A bite of that sandwich finally is taken, and he looks thoughtful as he chews. "Hm. So. Do you just, like.. pull life force energy from the air? Or do you have to touch like a more traditional vampire? You sound more like a succubus or incubus to me, than a vampire."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly at the comment. "I am. Allot closer actually. Politics is really what it boild down to. allegiances made a hundred years ago made it simpler for us to identify as Vampires, and now we are stuck with it." He takes a bite of his own food considering the question. "Touch makes it allot easier. I can absob some of it ambiantly... It's one of the reasons I first opened up a night club... But it's like trying to quench your thirst by swallowing rain drops in a spring shower. More frustrating then anything. I can feed more from a kiss from Buffy then I can an hour just sitting around the club picking up vibes from patrons.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles listens quietly, half concentrating on eating the divine abrosia that is the sandwich, and half on what the not-quite-a-vampire is saying. He doesn't talk until half of his sandwich is gone and Thomas has described feeding. "That's interesting. And makes a great deal of sense. Right. I'll slot you in my 'not a vampire' list and add you to 'is a demon' list. Well. Sort of." He reaches for his beer and has a drink of it.

Once the glass is put down again, he eats a bit more sandwich. "I've tried that, before. Trying to get a drink from the sky when it's raining. Unless you have something to catch the water in, it doesn't work very well."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, "And to be fair, while I will try to spare you the details as much as possible." He says, pausing to let the other man know 'Yeah, you won't want to hear this part so lets get it out quick, like ripping off a band-aid... "Yes, I feed on Buffy, fairly regularly. In fact I've not fed on anyone else in the last year. We met when I was, more or less hunting her. I used my Club as a hunting ground back then... preferring to feed a little on a lot of prey rather then a fatal amount off of one. She let me chase her until she caught me frankly." He says smiling and sipping his beer, "And I discovered that unlike trying to catch rain drops, feeding off the Slayer is rather like trying to drink from a fire hose. She completely removed my /need/ to hunt from that point foreword... So I can promise you sir, if for no other reason then enlightened self interest... I would never want to hurt buffy or give her a moments desire to leave me."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles surely does not want to hear the details of their sex life. Which might be why he didn't ask. But the less intimate details? He's okay with those. He nods thoughtfully as he finishes the rest of the sandwich. "A little on a lot is better than killing someone," he agrees. Then, "Sounds about right, it turning out to be her hunting you." He nods slowly and leans back. He reaches for his beer and sips on it. "Well. That is good. Really, I don't like killing people or anything that can think for itself." He really doesn't. Which might be why he'd agreed to have a sit down.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, sipping his own beer and saying frankly. "I'm under no dilusions... is it Mr. Giles, or just Giles?" he shaks his head, "I'm under no dilusions. I am a Monster. I am one of the things that goes bump in the night. Most of my family check off allot of the Better off dead boxes. I am simply a monster who is fat and happy, and has no interest in hurting anyone innocent. Partially that is because of Buffy. Partially that is because of Harry Dresden. Partially that is because it disipoints and pisses off my father and that is one of the great joys of my life."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles lowers his mug of beer, now half empty, and rests it atop the table again. "Yes. Both. It's Rupert Giles. Call at your own peril," he says with a faint smile. Faint, yet warm and eyes sparkling with it. Maybe he's starting to like this vampire. Oh, and then he mentions pissing off his father. That brings a grin to Giles' face. "Oh, pissing of fathers, I can get behind that a hundred percent," he says. "I did my fair share of that in my younger days."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs pleasantly and smirks, "Well I'm fairly sure yours never plotted to kill you, and had not killed all of his male progeny before you in some Kronoian fear that they would usurp him." he shakes his head slowly. "That said, Buffy sees you as a father. I know you are the last man she would want to disappoint."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles wrinkles his nose in distaste. "No. He just plotted my life out for me. What I was going to do, who I was going to be." He shakes his head. "It took getting someone killed for me to give in to his desires and become what he wanted." But something says that despite that, it might be that Giles still hadn't entirely toed the line his father wished him to. "You know," he says, looking from beer to Thomas. "I'm glad your father did not succeed in killing you. You might be good for Buffy."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles just a bit and nods slightly, "And considering how highly Buffy values your opinion, I consider that high praise indeed. Thank you Giles." he says simply and takes a long pull off his beer before his need to rib father figures kicks in anyway, "And i do apologize for all the times we had sex in the Magic box while you were gone. Won't happen again."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles lifts his beer in what is a clear salute to the not-quite-a-vampire. "You're welcome," he says. He drinks the rest of the beer down and then glowers at Thomas. "Now that, sir, is crossing a line." But his lips twitch in what is obviously amusement. Either he doesn't believe Thomas about sex in the Magic Box, or he really doesn't care. It's just sex, afterall. "And with that, I bid you adieu," he says, rising to his feet. "Thanks for introducing me to this place. I'm going to get some more food to go, and then go. Need to get back to the Magic Box. Take care, Thomas." He reaches for the other beer on the table that was to be his, and wanders toward the counter.