06-01-2018, 12:47 PM
Ryker was a pillar in stormy ocean waves. When one crashed into him from behind, he deftly manuevered the still-untouched glass of champagne along with the momentum until it brought him to confront the attacker.
As he studied the man, he quickly concluded the attacker was much more of a drunkard than an assailant. He had the discomfort about him of the inebrieated, stumbling over his words as much as his feet.
Ryker was hardly surprised, and the irritation quickly departed as well. Any flinch fled his expression until it was coaxed back to calm waters rippled by the ridges of his scarred face. Though the stillness of those waters likely obscured dangerous tides beneath.
The man's accent was not lost to him either. American, which made him a rarity in a place like this. Since Ryker tended to pay special attention to rare finds, he opted against his first instinct and test the tides of himself.
"An accident,"
he offered by way of an apology accepted. In reply to the latter question, Ryker lifted the glass. Not a single drop was spilled. "All is well."
An additional gesture followed. It was not as though Ryker was completely ignorant of American culture. They were his specialty, after all.
The glass changed hands and Ryker offered his own right palm by way of introduction. "Ryker Petrovic."
He paused before innocently inquiring, "what brings an American to the Kremlin?"
As he studied the man, he quickly concluded the attacker was much more of a drunkard than an assailant. He had the discomfort about him of the inebrieated, stumbling over his words as much as his feet.
Ryker was hardly surprised, and the irritation quickly departed as well. Any flinch fled his expression until it was coaxed back to calm waters rippled by the ridges of his scarred face. Though the stillness of those waters likely obscured dangerous tides beneath.
The man's accent was not lost to him either. American, which made him a rarity in a place like this. Since Ryker tended to pay special attention to rare finds, he opted against his first instinct and test the tides of himself.
"An accident,"
he offered by way of an apology accepted. In reply to the latter question, Ryker lifted the glass. Not a single drop was spilled. "All is well."
An additional gesture followed. It was not as though Ryker was completely ignorant of American culture. They were his specialty, after all.
The glass changed hands and Ryker offered his own right palm by way of introduction. "Ryker Petrovic."
He paused before innocently inquiring, "what brings an American to the Kremlin?"