39th Intas | Evening
The Black Dove
The man accepted the matches with self-deprecating thanks, and Kit turned to face his neighbour properly, chuckling with his tongue between his teeth.
...well...that’s a face…
The musician hadn’t been expecting it, and was caught ever-so-slightly off-guard by the man’s appearance. The outward reaction was limited to a crooked eyebrow as his gaze flicked down and then up again, taking in the well-tailored clothes and louche demeanour, the height that couldn’t be more than an inch or two off his own.
“Well, aren’t you a breath of fresh air. It’s been a positive age since I heard words of more than three syllables. Thank you, darling,” he added to the barkeep, with an effortlessly charming smile, as she set his flask and glass down.
“Ne problem, pet,” she demurred, before moving off down the bar to yell at a belligerent customer-but not before shooting a venomous glance at the Bastian beside him.
The golly took a sip of the dark liquid, closing his eyes as the rich notes flooded over his tongue, and sighed as the warmth spilled down his throat.
“Mm, what? Oh, no, thank you. I don’t smoke tobacco. Plenty of other vices, but for some reason that one’s never taken hold.”
He might not indulge himself, but he couldn’t deny it was attractive in others, for some reason he couldn’t fathom. Maybe he’d stay for more than one drink...
...if the scenery continues to be this delightful…
An elegant hand was proffered, and Kit grasped it firmly with his own long fingers, and shook once before releasing his grip, the scratched gold of his signet ring glinting dully in the dim light of the bar.
“Kit Edevane. Pleasure.”
The musician laughed in turn when Elias queried his presence in the Harbour, eyes bright as he took another swallow, noting the words ‘delightfully handsome’ and filing them away for future reference.
“And here I was thinking that the scenery was markedly improved this evening.” He tried not to wink, he really did, but the mannerism was so ingrained that he’d done it before he even realised he was going to.”Old Rose swallowed me years ago, she’s just very sweet about letting me out to play. And would I be singing for tips in this delightful place if I were rich? Just look at me…”
The musician gestured vaguely at his own self, tossing back the remainder of his rum with a soft, contented groan.
Turning in his seat as Elias laid his money on he bar, Kit dropped a swift hand over coin and fingers, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Do you really want to be drinking that swill?” he asked, voice low. “You clearly have taste, surely it extends to what you put in your body, not just what you put on it…”