Eve Will Cut a Bitch

[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

Eve had insisted the two of them go to a bar tonight. Ramiel wasn't one for drinks, but he'd obliged her. The place was rather compact and full of drunk or sweaty men and some questionable women. He hadn't a clue why Eve wanted to come to such a place. It was Ramiel's guess that she was on the lookout for information on a hunt. Just because the two of them had married didn't stop his wife from hunting the supernatural. Ramiel felt himself worrying for her safety constantly, and he often watched over her hunting trips. He didn't tell her; he was afraid she'd be angry if he ever did. All Ramiel wanted was to look out for her. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening when he could've, possibly, prevented it.

Even now Ramiel kept a watchful eye on her as he stood back in the corner. She was skilled in socializing with these kinds of people while he was not. In fact, it was quite uncomfortable to be here. The only reason he'd come was for her. He did a lot of things just for her. Ramiel couldn't say it wasn't worth it. He rather enjoyed seeing her smile. His wife's happiness was enough to keep him happy, though he'd rather be reading a book right now. Books were eternal and forever and Eve was not. Ramiel figured he could wait.

Everything was going well until he noticed a blonde coming his way. That wasn't normal. Ramiel's body tensed as she stopped before him with a drink in her hand, gave him a once over, and splashed the drink right on him. ...What? Ramiel was so confused. He stared at the smirking blonde. She must've been drunk out of her mind.

"You're too skinny to be over here, stick boy," the girl chuckled. "Get out of here and go to a library where you belong, nerd."

Nerd? Ramiel was not a nerd. He frowned at her and tried to get away from the corner, but this woman insisted on keeping him there. It was utterly confusing. She'd told him to leave, he'd tried to leave, and now she was keeping him in place? What was this madness?

"Um, excuse me, ma'am," he tried to be polite and push her back gently, but she forced his hands back and slammed him against a wall.

"The name is Nichole," she growled, "and don't you dare touch me."

Ramiel attempted to shrink away, but his attempts were fruitless. This woman did not want to let him go. His violet eyes began to search the crowd for his wife. If only he could find him, then the two could leave this place in peace...

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

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[Eve Amherst]

Eve really did feel accomplished today. She had actually managed to get her hermit of a husband out of their motel room and out with her to the bar. It was normally something that she did on her own, but she really did enjoy simply being with him and wanted to spend more time with him. Unfortunately she still had a job to do married or not, and had heard that there was something mean and nasty going around killing folks around here so some detective work was required, so why not take her dear old husband out for a few drinks and scourge the bar for some intel?

Sounded like the perfect plan to her, if not a little difficult to put into action but she had promised that as soon as she put this thing down she would get him some cherry ice cream, a book and sit with him for a while and just read and share the ice cream. They had to make it through this first, Eve had let him stay in the corner, figuring that he probably felt the safest there and that he couldn't cause or get into any trouble from there either. She kissed his cheek before wandering into the crowd of beer belly carrying men and questionably dressed women, looking for that information.

And man was it taking forever, looks like no one really knew much of anything around here except when was harvesting time and what beer went the best with what cut of meat. Which was reasonably good information and something she would store for later use but not actually what she was looking for right now. Amherst's weren't good with giving up or letting things rest, but she had decided that this was futile and it'd be best to get poor Ramiel home soon, but before that she decided to turn her attention to the bartender, probably the only person she hadn't talked to yet. He didn't seem to know much either but she flashed him a pretty, coy smile anyways just for the sake of getting one last free beer while she was there.

As the bartender went to grab her the beer Eve leaned back and checked on Ramiel, yes she checked up on him, he had a way of getting into trouble when crowds of people where involved only to find some bitch over there harassing him. Oh hell no. Oh hell to the no she did not jus put her hands on him. Eve slipped off the stool and slinked over there looking at her very much the way a predator did when it was going in for the kill. No one got away with touching her man like that. Reaching up Eve grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair, bent her head back and glared at her dangerously, "Dunno what ya problem wit my 'usband is bitch, but now ya got a problem wit' me," She hissed in the woman's ear and tossed her back towards the middle of the bar room, wanting to get her away from Ramiel.

Listening to: Cold Hard Bitch - Jet
Word Count: 537
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Tag: Ramiel
Notes: She WILL cut a bitch >8I

[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

Of all the things Ramiel should've expected he figured it had to have been this. His wife was a confrontational sort, and the hope to leave in peace was simply a hope the Archangel had carried deep down. He should've known that, logically, Eve wasn't going to respond well to this female harassing him. He haplessly observed as she stalked right on over, grabbed the blonde by the hair, and threw her across the bar. This was going to end in all kinds of wrong.

Ramiel, in a desperate attempt to avoid further conflict, grasped Eve's arm as gingerly as possible, as not to alarm her, and said, "Eve, dear, that's quite enough. Let's hurry and get out of here while there's still time, please?"

His pretty violet eyes pleaded with her. This was not something they wanted to get entangled in. Not today, not tomorrow, and certainly not within the rest of their lifespans. Sure, Ramiel was grateful for Eve's help. He would never deny that she looked out for him, which was supposedly a bit shaming in human culture for the female to be the tough one. Ramiel just avoided conflicts like the plague.

The woman was not having any of it, Ramiel realized, as she stood from her fall and made her way toward his wife. Ramiel tensed; this wasn't going to be something preferable. The blonde named Nichole was speaking some obscene phrases toward Eve and the look in her eyes was one of a fighter. Not good...not good...

"N-now now..." Ramiel tried to get between the two and hold them at bay. "We don't need to fight..."

The blonde grabbed him and shoved him to the side before getting into Eve's face and saying things Ramiel would not dare to repeat.

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

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[Eve Amherst]

Normally Eve would have turned and punched the woman's face in but Ramiel stopped her with a hand on her arm and this adorable pleading look in those damn breathtaking eyes of his. God those eyes were damn weapons on their own and when he gave her a look like that she really couldn't help but give in to him. She knew he didn't like confrontation in the slightest, it was the reason that she ended up bailing him out of situations most of the time. Sure it was a total one eighty from the normal way of doing things, but it was fine by her.

Eve didn't like being coddled by men anyways, so she was willing to be the tough one in the relationship anyways. But when he gave her those eyes she could feel her anger basically deflating. If he wanted them to leave so bad right now then they would, even if all instinct and reason was screaming for her to turn and punch that woman's face right in, especially since she was screaming things at her now. Yes it was really grinding that little last nerve that she had but he had asked them to leave and so Eve straightened her back and was about to pull him away when the blond started coming closer.

A scowl marred her features, especially when Rammie decided to put himself between the two, but she was even willing to let that slide until that cow decided to put her hands on Ramiel yet again. Alright that was it, Eve pulled her arm back and punched the blond right in the face, watched her stumble back and tossed herself at the woman, tackling her to the floor and repeatedly slamming her fist into the blond under her, "You do no' know who your fuckin' with," Eve growled out pulling her up by her hair and tossing the woman through a table. Seriously, this bitch really should have just let it go, but since she couldn't she was going to end up bleeding and pulling splinters out of her ass now.

Listening to: Bitches - MSI
Word Count: 357
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Tag: Ramiel
Notes: Ouch

[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

And now everything spiraled down again. Ramiel had almost convinced Eve to leave in peace. His begging was often successful with her; he wasn't sure why. Now that the blonde had come at her again more sparks were flying. The Archangel yelped when Eve punched the girl.

"Eve!"

Out of reflex, Ramiel went to try and dislodge her from the fight. It was like a stick trying to hold back a large boulder, but Ramiel was still an Archangel. He was still stronger than her. Ramiel just didn't want to risk pulling too hard and hurting her. He managed to get her away from the blonde, but not before Eve had thrown her through a table. What was it with her family and throwing people through things or being thrown through things? Ramiel did not understand the fascination.

"E-eve! Eve, that's enough! The point has been made, though there was no need for violence..."

The Archangel wanted to get out of there before Nichole, or whatever her name was, rised and began to fight more. Raimel was unsure how much of a beating the human was willing to take, but he was sure she would not give up easily. Females never did. Ramiel all but dragged Eve out of that bar as quickly as possible.

"I-I...that was...I don't even..." He was speechless. The Archangel sighed and looked her over before deciding to change the subject. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
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[Eve Amherst]

Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Ramiel yelling her name, no doubt trying to get her to stop the assault on the other woman, but obviously the blond needed to be taught a lesson and Eve was more happy then to play the part of teacher. The fact that she had given her a chance to leave already was one chance too many, Eve never backed out of a fight unless Ramiel was begging her not to. Now, this woman had had her chance and now Eve was going to concave her goddamn face in with her fists for ruining her night and putting her hands on Ramiel in such a way.

He was trying to pull her off, she should have known that he would try, but hell Eve was going to make sure that she got her licks in before he got her off. Which he eventually did, sure he was a string bean of a man and sure he didn't like to use that strength of his but being at the end of the day the man was an Archangel and as such he did have the strength to back up that claim. Fortunately she managed to toss the woman through a table before getting pulled off, yeah the Amherst family had a bad habit of tossing and being tossed through things, it wasn't something they planned on, it just happened. Constantly.

She completely ignored Ramiel's talking in favor of turning and looking at where the blond lay in a pile of what used to be a table, "Yeah, dat's right, couldn't just leave shit alone, now ya layin' dere all busted up," He was pulling her out the bar now but damn if Eve didn't still have some fire in her blood, "Next time keep ya busted ass to yourself bitch!" That was the last thing that Eve managed to bark out before being pulled completely out of the bar, to the cheers of the other patrons. Fixing her shirt Eve ran a hand through her hair and looked at her husband, poor thing was speechless, "I'm fine Rammie, how bout you, are ya alrigh'?" She asked, quickly inspecting his face ready to walk back into the bar and whoop the blonds ass all over again. Evie really did love him after all, even if the relationship wasn't something she had ever planned on.

Listening to: Devil Woman - Cradle of Filth
Word Count: 410
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Tag: Ramiel
Notes: xD

[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

"I'm well, thanks." Ramiel placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her facing him. The last thing he wanted was her to go marching back in there and causing trouble. His violet eyes stared into her gray ones, "please, Eve, can we go home now? I don't think that bar has anything for either of us. Not for your case, and not for my sanity." His thumbs ran gently over her shoulders before his hands slipped off her and returned to his sides. There were certainly instances were Ramiel could be affectionate, but then it was gone like a whisper in the wind. He was still learning, but he was learning.

With a final glance back at the bar, Ramiel turned away from it and began toward home. He hoped that Eve would follow him. His mind was already reeling with a way to convince her if she thought otherwise. He'd offer cuddle time, or they could get an ice cream together. He could go for a little cherry ice cream. Ramiel just wanted to relax.

"Eve..." He looked back at her timidly. "Thank you for the assistance." He scratched behind his head, "perhaps I can return the favor? We can work your case...together."

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

Tagged: Eve
Comments: Oh god, I'm watching SPN right now and am so grossed out. Typing a lovey scene is hard!
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[Eve Amherst]

"Are you sure?" Yes he was an angel but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to worry incessantly about him anyway, she just normally didn't show it. Eve nodded thought at his suggestion, "Yeah let's go, I had been ready ta leave anyway," But she was not about to let that bitch get away with man handling her husband for no good goddamn reason. Just the thought made her bristle and want to go back inside and hit the blond again, but Ramiel must have known that because he still had his hands on her shoulders, no doubt to keep her where she was.

She bit the urge to do so down though just because she didn't want to distress Ramiel any further. Yeah she did actually love him and that was proof right there, if it wasn't for his pleading she would still be teaching the blond a lesson. No, no no, he didn't want her to finish bashing the chick's skull in so she wouldn't, even if all her instincts were telling her to do so. Letting out a sigh Eve followed after the man, no doubt on their way back to the motel they where staying at, she kind of didn't want to go back just yet though, Eve was used to always being out and about for whatever reason.

Maybe she could talk him into some ice cream, Eve loved a cone of vanilla soft serve with sprinkles on top and after laying an ass whoopin on someone deserving, there was nothing better then some ice cream, "Hmm?" She looked at him when he called her name, having been busy watching the shadows in case something didn't seem right, always on alert, always vigilant, thats what her parents taught her, "It's no problem Rammie, ya know ya don't 'ave ta thank me," Eve said and waved off the thanks, "Really, are ya sure ya wanna?" She smiled, looking up at him happily, he was ridiculously smart and the help was definitely appreciated, as was the chance to spend more time with him.

Listening to: Blue Jeans- Silvertide
Word Count: 360
Outfit: Click!
Tag: Ramiel
Notes: xD

[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

Yes. He was sure. Ramiel wouldn't lie to Eve for the fact he felt no need for it, and he wasn't a great liar. It was peculiar to him how people always asked for a reassurance. It was as if they couldn't trust any answer first given to them. It was quite an insecure world to the human race filled with corruption, but, in a way, that's what made it beautiful. The humans were flawed, yes, but at least they tried to make things better. That's what counted to them. It was a shame that it had been written to destroy them over and over. There would never be a balance or perfection for this species. They'd always make mistakes.

He knew that sigh when he heard it. Eve didn't want to go home just yet. The wheels in Ramiel's mind began to turn as he thought of a solution. What was something open at this time of night? Ice cream. There was a place that sold ice cream nearby, and Ramiel was fond of their cherry-flavored soft serve. It could be something to cool the both of them down and an enjoyable outing. It'd make Eve happy. The Archangel cast a thoughtful look to his wife.

There she went again. She was asking him to confirm what he'd just said about helping on the case. Actually, it almost made him laugh. A wide smile spread across Ramiel's face as he pulled Eve into a sort of side hug. "I mean it, Eve. Really. I want to help." He looked toward the direction of the ice cream shop before returning his attention to her; his violet eyes sparkled. "First, though, I think we should have a mini date. In that ice cream shop over there. What do you think?"

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

Tagged: Eve
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[Eve Amherst]

Eve scratched the back of her head as she watched him watching her for a moment. Yes she knew that sometimes he got a little exasperated with her and the way that she was always asking for reassurance. But she really couldn't help herself, growing up in a line of work that was basically all about secrets, lies and cover-ups, reassurance was needed every now and then least you get lost in all the other crap. Instead she flashed him a little bit of a smile, looking slightly sheepish before she started walking again, only stopping when he started to speak.

"Well I can' turn ya down, especially if your offerin' help," Eve had an almost giddy smile on her face as she looked up at him, "You're too smart for me ta turn down some 'elp," Seriously, all he did with his spare time was read and read and collect some books to read some more. She did every now and then envy that big brain of his, leaning up and kissing his cheek with thanks. Eve really did love the skinny, nerdy angel, even if he totally lacked a sex drive and ran from any sort of confrontation like his ass was on fire while she stayed behind and took care of whatever the problem was.

A big almost misplaced looking grin graced her features at the question, she never really did smile like that, but hell ice cream? Yeah he knew her way too well, "Dat shouldn' even be a question," Eve laughed, "Let's go! Softserve with sprinkles, yes please!" The woman had a tendency to revert to something like a little girl when it came to the sweet frozen treat, but hey ice cream was just the greatest thing ever damnit. The brunette stopped for just a moment, she had all but been pulling him off towards the little ice cream spot till then, "Ramiel, I love you," She was sure he knew by now, but every now and then she liked to just say it out loud.

Listening to: Bark at the Moon -Ozzy
Word Count: 346
Outfit: Click!
Tag: Ramiel
Notes: End