He lingers at the dimly-lit bar with a bottle of whiskey clenched in his teke, hovering just a few inches above the scarred wood -- every so often, he could be seen to take a swig of the liquor, his pale eye staring down into the stained surface. There’s just enough shadows to cover him, to dim the gleam of torch-light off the dented iron of his armor, and the buzz in his veins is enough to relax the tension in his muscles, if only for the night. “Stop being so fuckin’ stubborn,” He grouses to his unwillingly-obtained companion, swinging his gaze to fix @Teiran with a single-eyed glare from beneath his faceplate. He plants the bottle on the bar in front of her with a sudden ‘thump,’ the liquid inside sloshing around from the force, and it’s likely a small miracle the bottle itself doesn’t crack or shatter. “Just take the damn bottle and drink, or go fuck off somewhere else where you’re not killing my buzz.” It was starting to get annoying, now, the mare just standing there and silently watching, seemingly unable to be shaken off even when he’d tried to lose her amongst the crowd of Night-Court partiers. |
