09-30-2013, 08:19 AM
Tony could not help but laugh as the man stared at the shot glass in disbelief. 'Another one?' he said, as if one would be sufficient. Might as well drink water and save his taste buds the pain. Whatever anyone claimed, nobody drank because they liked it. They drank to get drunk. A lesson Jensen hadn't learned yet, it seemed.
Watching the man drinking the second was slightly less painful than the first. At least he didn't choke this time.
Not that I should be too harsh on the poor bastard.
If what he said was true, it was the first time he had ever had a shot. What the fuck was this guy? A monk?
It was all idle curiosity. In truth, Tony didn't care who he was or what he did. He wanted to know why he decided he was going to throw his life away. But that could come later, for now, the man needed to relax.
"I think I'm getting better at this," Jensen said when he had finally recovered. He was certainly much more relaxed, although Tony still sensed a tense reluctance in the man's posture and demeanour.
Tony was about to say something, but Jensen had another glass in his hand and drained it without any of his previous inhibitions. He gave a quiet laugh at the sudden enthusiasm.
He turned his head towards the door as it opened, revealing a young woman in some kind of garishly blue jacket (in truth, it was a hell of a lot better than the shit he had worn for the past decade, but old prejudices died hard, as they said) and a tight-fitting top that accentuated her assets quite nicely. However, it was not her bust that really caught Tony's attention. The woman had a raw, almost wild confidence in her eyes that was fascinating to behold.
Tony studied her with a sharp eye, wondering what this young woman - she could be no older than twenty, surely - was doing here of all places in the god-forsaken early hours of the morning.
His study was cut short as he heard a thump followed by a metallic clattering beside him. Tony swung around, finding Jensen blinking up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, flat on his back.
Tony frowned for a moment. Surely he wasn't drunk already. Even if it was his first time, it shouldn't be that easy.
Then his mind too a darker turn, and he siezed the power without thought, placing a hand on the man's head as he knelt down. He wove something... He was not exactly sure what it was, they had never really understood it, it had proved dangerous to experiment with, so they had kept it simple. However it worked, Tony could tell that there was nothing life-threatening in Jensen's body.
Well fuck me, it seems like he is just drunk...
Tony looked at the barman, but he shook his head with a smirk, unmoved. Nasty fucker.
He then turn his head to the woman standing at the entrance, giving her an apologetic smile, a hint of humour in his voice. "Excuse me, young lady, it seems that the barman is busy working. Would you mind giving me a hand?"
He nodded to Jensen who was still on the floor. "He's having a little bit of trouble today."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Sep 30 2013, 08:21 AM.
Watching the man drinking the second was slightly less painful than the first. At least he didn't choke this time.
Not that I should be too harsh on the poor bastard.
If what he said was true, it was the first time he had ever had a shot. What the fuck was this guy? A monk?
It was all idle curiosity. In truth, Tony didn't care who he was or what he did. He wanted to know why he decided he was going to throw his life away. But that could come later, for now, the man needed to relax.
"I think I'm getting better at this," Jensen said when he had finally recovered. He was certainly much more relaxed, although Tony still sensed a tense reluctance in the man's posture and demeanour.
Tony was about to say something, but Jensen had another glass in his hand and drained it without any of his previous inhibitions. He gave a quiet laugh at the sudden enthusiasm.
He turned his head towards the door as it opened, revealing a young woman in some kind of garishly blue jacket (in truth, it was a hell of a lot better than the shit he had worn for the past decade, but old prejudices died hard, as they said) and a tight-fitting top that accentuated her assets quite nicely. However, it was not her bust that really caught Tony's attention. The woman had a raw, almost wild confidence in her eyes that was fascinating to behold.
Tony studied her with a sharp eye, wondering what this young woman - she could be no older than twenty, surely - was doing here of all places in the god-forsaken early hours of the morning.
His study was cut short as he heard a thump followed by a metallic clattering beside him. Tony swung around, finding Jensen blinking up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, flat on his back.
Tony frowned for a moment. Surely he wasn't drunk already. Even if it was his first time, it shouldn't be that easy.
Then his mind too a darker turn, and he siezed the power without thought, placing a hand on the man's head as he knelt down. He wove something... He was not exactly sure what it was, they had never really understood it, it had proved dangerous to experiment with, so they had kept it simple. However it worked, Tony could tell that there was nothing life-threatening in Jensen's body.
Well fuck me, it seems like he is just drunk...
Tony looked at the barman, but he shook his head with a smirk, unmoved. Nasty fucker.
He then turn his head to the woman standing at the entrance, giving her an apologetic smile, a hint of humour in his voice. "Excuse me, young lady, it seems that the barman is busy working. Would you mind giving me a hand?"
He nodded to Jensen who was still on the floor. "He's having a little bit of trouble today."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Sep 30 2013, 08:21 AM.