07-23-2023, 10:15 PM
Jaxen was heartily amused by the reaction to his conjured snake, though he was glad to be rid of the burden of actually looking at it. One would think the female figures would be better, but his soul shivered just to imagine them. Mikhail could have a field day, though. In fact, Jaxen would drive him to the field himself. So long as it was in a supercar that sped out fast enough should a naga actually show themselves. Mikhail’s merriment left a twinkle in Jaxen’s eye, like the other Russian was the fire and Jaxen the poker to Mik’s 'log'. Well, the guy could only be so lucky.
“I’ve no interest in finding another snake, but if you’re in the mood, first time one found me was with a gun to my head and I thought my brains were going to water the flowers. The second time was following around Aiden traipsing through the hills in Ireland. No rhyme or reason to when they show up, but I hope for the best for you.” He shoved at Mik’s leg with his foot like a clap on the shoulder, only he didn’t think he could lean over again and not get tangled up in the sword.
With the sound of a toast coming on, Jaxen tapped his glass on the bar and tipped the liquid back with a satisfied gasp that warmed his belly. He was looking around when an idea trickled through his pleasantly floating mind. Oh he wasn’t drunk. It’d take twenty such drinks to get him drunk. It was a perk of practicing since he was eight, though his mother seemed to always be able to gauge her son’s sobriety.
“Hey, what’s Almaz?” he thought he knew all the best places in town, but this was a name that hadn’t yet crossed his path.
“I’ve no interest in finding another snake, but if you’re in the mood, first time one found me was with a gun to my head and I thought my brains were going to water the flowers. The second time was following around Aiden traipsing through the hills in Ireland. No rhyme or reason to when they show up, but I hope for the best for you.” He shoved at Mik’s leg with his foot like a clap on the shoulder, only he didn’t think he could lean over again and not get tangled up in the sword.
With the sound of a toast coming on, Jaxen tapped his glass on the bar and tipped the liquid back with a satisfied gasp that warmed his belly. He was looking around when an idea trickled through his pleasantly floating mind. Oh he wasn’t drunk. It’d take twenty such drinks to get him drunk. It was a perk of practicing since he was eight, though his mother seemed to always be able to gauge her son’s sobriety.
“Hey, what’s Almaz?” he thought he knew all the best places in town, but this was a name that hadn’t yet crossed his path.