12-30-2025, 10:15 PM
Adrian's response was what he had expected. A slight nod to acknowledge the compliment, which was genuinely given. He nodded in thanks after Adrian spoke to the bartender regarding his beverage of choice. The offer for getting one whenever he wanted was appreciated even if it wasn't needed. Free drinks were hardly ever given out without something expected in return. Casinos often did it, but it was because intoxicated people gambled recklessly. It could be simply for the compliment, or Kane could be making an investment of sorts. It didn't bother Olivier either way.
The voice of a woman broke in, agreeing with his assessment on the bar's negronis. Olivier's gazed turned to see a woman, dressed fashionably in black and silver with short blonde hair holding a glass that mirrored the one in his own hand. She had been listening and that wasn't a surprise either. People in bars tended to do several things; drink to forget, socialize, or observe. Sometimes they did multiples of those. The last one was why secret business was never done in bars.
Adrian invited her into their conversation with a shift of his feet. Olivier took her in the way he would anyone else, a glance to note what he could note. She was young, wealthy, and likely from a prominent family. Olivier knew the game, even if he didn't particularly enjoy playing it. What brought her here could be a myriad of things. The fact they had the same drink seemed coincidental, but he always wouldn't have put it past his mother to find some woman to order the same drink as him in an effort to get him to consider being with some woman. Even if he wasn't attracted to women, he could tell she was pretty enough. His mother still hadn't given up hope for him, but he doubted this was some conspiracy anyways.
"Olivier de Volthström," he introduced himself with a nod and a glass raised in an introductory toast as he turned to lean on the bar, accepting the woman into their conversation.
The voice of a woman broke in, agreeing with his assessment on the bar's negronis. Olivier's gazed turned to see a woman, dressed fashionably in black and silver with short blonde hair holding a glass that mirrored the one in his own hand. She had been listening and that wasn't a surprise either. People in bars tended to do several things; drink to forget, socialize, or observe. Sometimes they did multiples of those. The last one was why secret business was never done in bars.
Adrian invited her into their conversation with a shift of his feet. Olivier took her in the way he would anyone else, a glance to note what he could note. She was young, wealthy, and likely from a prominent family. Olivier knew the game, even if he didn't particularly enjoy playing it. What brought her here could be a myriad of things. The fact they had the same drink seemed coincidental, but he always wouldn't have put it past his mother to find some woman to order the same drink as him in an effort to get him to consider being with some woman. Even if he wasn't attracted to women, he could tell she was pretty enough. His mother still hadn't given up hope for him, but he doubted this was some conspiracy anyways.
"Olivier de Volthström," he introduced himself with a nod and a glass raised in an introductory toast as he turned to lean on the bar, accepting the woman into their conversation.