Nox seemed tired. Like seriously, there were dark circles around his eyes- and it wasn't the make up and guy liner he seemed to be sporting these days. Like he wasn't eating and couldn't sleep.
His eyes narrowed and head cocked at the answer, but after a moment, he nodded slowly. He'd find out, when they were alone. A part of him was pissed. Nox was his boy. Bas didn't accept people into his crew easily. But fuck, once you were there, he had your back. Not fucking joking. And someone had fucked with his friend.
Bas was gonna visit some retribution on him. I'm talking old testament fire and brimstone shit. Tear it all down. He'd heard a saying once. And it pierced to his heart. No greater friend. No worse enemy. That was Bas. And woe to the fucker who jacked with his people.
But later. Nox asked and Bas accepted. So....Bas needed a distraction. Dude at Nox's side pulled a honey. Yeah. That was the idea. Something, anyway. He pounded a shot of chilled vodka from a passing server- ok, more like three- and let the heat work it's way up.
He wasnt drunk in the slightest- not from three shots, of course. He wasn't exactly a light weight. After a moment, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his silk jacket and surreptitiously pulled a hit of ambrosia and swallowed. He winked at Nox and the other guy.
"Care for a taste? Vlad's ambrosia. No repercussions tomorrow, either. Just heaven." He was going to hit another level in about 10. His eye wandered to the table with the girl in the painted on dress. He let her see him watch her and she smiled for a moment before turning her back to him- purposefully, he knew. Daring him to approach.
The game was on. The music played and he felt it infect him. He was a snake, ready to slither up and see what was what. Already his body felt loose and ready to dance.
He looked at the other two one last time. Their last chance.
His eyes narrowed and head cocked at the answer, but after a moment, he nodded slowly. He'd find out, when they were alone. A part of him was pissed. Nox was his boy. Bas didn't accept people into his crew easily. But fuck, once you were there, he had your back. Not fucking joking. And someone had fucked with his friend.
Bas was gonna visit some retribution on him. I'm talking old testament fire and brimstone shit. Tear it all down. He'd heard a saying once. And it pierced to his heart. No greater friend. No worse enemy. That was Bas. And woe to the fucker who jacked with his people.
But later. Nox asked and Bas accepted. So....Bas needed a distraction. Dude at Nox's side pulled a honey. Yeah. That was the idea. Something, anyway. He pounded a shot of chilled vodka from a passing server- ok, more like three- and let the heat work it's way up.
He wasnt drunk in the slightest- not from three shots, of course. He wasn't exactly a light weight. After a moment, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his silk jacket and surreptitiously pulled a hit of ambrosia and swallowed. He winked at Nox and the other guy.
"Care for a taste? Vlad's ambrosia. No repercussions tomorrow, either. Just heaven." He was going to hit another level in about 10. His eye wandered to the table with the girl in the painted on dress. He let her see him watch her and she smiled for a moment before turning her back to him- purposefully, he knew. Daring him to approach.
The game was on. The music played and he felt it infect him. He was a snake, ready to slither up and see what was what. Already his body felt loose and ready to dance.
He looked at the other two one last time. Their last chance.