01-03-2019, 09:58 PM
Nox didn't shake his head at the second drink, but he wouldn't need one, his beer would never empty. That was the joys of being able to magically fill it with water and pretend he was getting drunker. It was an art form he learned when he was younger. Drunk girls liked to think you were drunk as them, and the sober girls liked to pretend right along with you. Though Sara here didn't seem to need to do much pretending.
Her arm slinked around him and Nox felt the familiar warmth of another body next to him. The last had been who.... Jay? That seemed a lifetime ago. Nox offered up his name to the girl. He was hardly a regular. "Only been here one other time." Ivan teased with the dancing on the table. Hardly necessary and not really the place. Not that he'd mind per say. Though his life was getting more and more complicated and strange. Sara was a pretty thing. This wasn't a place to hook up though, neither was Kallisti, same type of place just different agenda.
The woman spoke of secret weapons and Nox just smirked. She had no idea. Not even an inkling of it and he had no intentions of letting her in on it. Bas night have been a guy who liked to fuck after a fight, and use his gifts for other things. Though it wasn't a matter of kiss and tell, every advantage right? Nox thought it cheating. "There is no reason for any of this to be awkward." He grinned at her and held up his beer. "My beer is good though. And I'd love your company." Not that he was trying to get rid of Ivan. Ivan after all was trying to get him a table dance. Ivan had no clue about any of the problems on his mind. Probably never even think of it. Dealing with his feelings for Jay had been one thing. One night stands and still friends - that was kinda unusual for him, but Jay was Jay and Nox wasn't sure what was there... And then Sage... fucking Sage Parker. Why the fuck did all these men have to drop in on him all at the same fucking time.
Nox sighed, probably because he was just not noticing... But he had a pretty girl draped over him and he pushed it all away except the feel of her arm around him and the cool glass against his lips. He wasn't going to be his father. Drinking his misery away wasn't going to happen. Not ever. One beer, he said to himself. "I know you said no dancing on tables." He gave her his best smile and held up a hand. "The floor works for me. Spin you around the dance floor like a pro?" He wasn't a pro, but he had learned from one. More memories...
Her arm slinked around him and Nox felt the familiar warmth of another body next to him. The last had been who.... Jay? That seemed a lifetime ago. Nox offered up his name to the girl. He was hardly a regular. "Only been here one other time." Ivan teased with the dancing on the table. Hardly necessary and not really the place. Not that he'd mind per say. Though his life was getting more and more complicated and strange. Sara was a pretty thing. This wasn't a place to hook up though, neither was Kallisti, same type of place just different agenda.
The woman spoke of secret weapons and Nox just smirked. She had no idea. Not even an inkling of it and he had no intentions of letting her in on it. Bas night have been a guy who liked to fuck after a fight, and use his gifts for other things. Though it wasn't a matter of kiss and tell, every advantage right? Nox thought it cheating. "There is no reason for any of this to be awkward." He grinned at her and held up his beer. "My beer is good though. And I'd love your company." Not that he was trying to get rid of Ivan. Ivan after all was trying to get him a table dance. Ivan had no clue about any of the problems on his mind. Probably never even think of it. Dealing with his feelings for Jay had been one thing. One night stands and still friends - that was kinda unusual for him, but Jay was Jay and Nox wasn't sure what was there... And then Sage... fucking Sage Parker. Why the fuck did all these men have to drop in on him all at the same fucking time.
Nox sighed, probably because he was just not noticing... But he had a pretty girl draped over him and he pushed it all away except the feel of her arm around him and the cool glass against his lips. He wasn't going to be his father. Drinking his misery away wasn't going to happen. Not ever. One beer, he said to himself. "I know you said no dancing on tables." He gave her his best smile and held up a hand. "The floor works for me. Spin you around the dance floor like a pro?" He wasn't a pro, but he had learned from one. More memories...