11-24-2023, 05:55 PM
Ezvin casually draped an arm around Jensen’s shoulder and steered him around to face one of the prominent banners showcasing the album cover. “See that, Jensen? I’m a producer that helped get this album finished.” He fixed him with a charmingly confident grin awaiting what was sure to be an impressed reaction.
But Jensen’s attention was immediately stolen by the same colleague that summoned Ezvin to their group. His name was Darya, a sound engineer with whom Ezvin had a history, but it was all water under the bridge.
Darya interrupted. “He’s as smooth a liar as they come, Jensen. Ignore every single thing this slick asshole says. You hear that? Ezvin fucking Marveet wrote this song.” His words were followed by an exhuberant whoop-whoop, a triumphant howl of admiration as loud as it was affectionate. Darya playfully tapped his fingers against Ezvin’s chest with enough force to nudge him back a step, his actions a mix of jest and genuine appreciation. The banter was met with good-natured head shaking on Ezvin’s part, but as Darya swung his drink through the air in an impromptu toast, his inebriation was obvious.
“It is such a damn good song,” Ezvin boasted, using the perfect opportunity to get away. “Come dance,” he insisted.
But Jensen’s attention was immediately stolen by the same colleague that summoned Ezvin to their group. His name was Darya, a sound engineer with whom Ezvin had a history, but it was all water under the bridge.
Darya interrupted. “He’s as smooth a liar as they come, Jensen. Ignore every single thing this slick asshole says. You hear that? Ezvin fucking Marveet wrote this song.” His words were followed by an exhuberant whoop-whoop, a triumphant howl of admiration as loud as it was affectionate. Darya playfully tapped his fingers against Ezvin’s chest with enough force to nudge him back a step, his actions a mix of jest and genuine appreciation. The banter was met with good-natured head shaking on Ezvin’s part, but as Darya swung his drink through the air in an impromptu toast, his inebriation was obvious.
“It is such a damn good song,” Ezvin boasted, using the perfect opportunity to get away. “Come dance,” he insisted.