02-20-2024, 04:16 PM
Hayden downed the shot like a champ. A prerequisite for any decent bartender if you asked Gideon, and he was pleased to see they weren’t going to be suffering the company of a total bore. Not that there weren’t ways around that, but his pride might have been a little injured to think they were actually related in that case.
As the man spun around to survey the room, Gideon leaned his arms on the bar. He gave Saelia a look which consisted of half a smirk, but was also to gauge her mood. Last time he flirted a riot just for the amusement of their insider knowledge, but shock like that only had value once.
“Assassin? Spy? Professional party-crasher? Do tell me more.” He took a puff and exhaled a cloud of smoke that smelled like candyfloss. He wasn’t sure he believed any of it. The trip was practically a week long, and no one travelled that way for work unless they were dirt poor. Which he happened to know Hayden was not. He pushed across another shot, grinning. “No good fun starts sober,” he said, then straightened to flourish an arm out at their riotous little gathering. “Welcome to our little kingdom. Pick your poison.”
As the man spun around to survey the room, Gideon leaned his arms on the bar. He gave Saelia a look which consisted of half a smirk, but was also to gauge her mood. Last time he flirted a riot just for the amusement of their insider knowledge, but shock like that only had value once.
“Assassin? Spy? Professional party-crasher? Do tell me more.” He took a puff and exhaled a cloud of smoke that smelled like candyfloss. He wasn’t sure he believed any of it. The trip was practically a week long, and no one travelled that way for work unless they were dirt poor. Which he happened to know Hayden was not. He pushed across another shot, grinning. “No good fun starts sober,” he said, then straightened to flourish an arm out at their riotous little gathering. “Welcome to our little kingdom. Pick your poison.”