Elias sipped his chan with a small sound of appreciation, placing it down and raising his eyebrows at the girls much to bold assumption he would pay for anything for anyone, lest it was of his own choosing. The green and gold gaze turned onto her with a dangerous smile.
“You’re lucky he’s pretty, otherwise right now, you would be very very sorry—” The older red head’s voice snapped through the haze of opium and chan, drawing Eli’s attention with a giggle.
“Rosh? Come on, I’ve slept with a few wicks, but don’t bring yourself down to talking their talk sir. You sound like a fool. I can afford the price, dear boy, its the principal of it. If I let every bar-bitch sling my generosity willy nilly without my permission, I’d be broke. Well…I’d be less…endowed. But since you offer…” He waved his hand at the girl, dismissing her as unimportant and uninteresting.
“Put it on his tab, and go away. Shoo.” As he turned back to face the lip-biting, delightfully-smiling youth, he made an audible sound of disappointment as the brunette slipped into a chair rather than the lap he had made so clearly available.
Oh, but there was hand touching and the world was alright again.
“I suppose you’re right, pet. Besides, between you and I, I’m probably way to clocking wasted to actually do anything about it.” He laughed loudly, hysterically, before grabbing the chan with his free hand and taking another sip. The bitter liquid was sweetened with something over the top to try and hide its taste, but some things were just unhideable. The other galdori had suddenly lept from his seat, as the moon-kissed creature on the stage brought his bizarre foreign music to a close, beautiful but so many vowels, and Elias couldn’t help but grin and watch the older man with a bemused eye.
Old drunk clearly couldn’t hold his liquor.
Turning back to the younger man beside him, the Bastian hummed.
“So…interesting. So pretty. What are you pet? Aside from human, I can smell that on you from a mile away. You’re not Anaxi, I can tell. You’re far too scrumptious for that. You’re not quite Bastian, but you’d do well there. Well. In the right circles. You’re absolutely not Hoxian or Hessean, and no Gioran. So what are you?” Elias mused, pursing his lips and looking the man over from top to bottom, his eyes quite suddenly distracted as the Gioran drifted like silks caught in the breeze from the stage right towards their table.
“Oh, hello, have you come to play with me?” The dark haired galdor purred, his head following the lithe creature as they slinked around the table and dragged fine manicured nails along the back of his chair. He turned his head slightly, smirking and half expecting those lovely fingers to rest on his shoulders. They didn’t though, instead the beautiful pale being moved along, teasingly slow, to leave the table and head towards the bar. Elias turned his head the other way to watch them go, his smirk turning into a pout. Vile, self deprecating thoughts bubbled to the surface.
Not worthy of even a wicks look in. Not worthy of anything. Have another hit, take another drink. Go find somewhere to cry yourself to sleep you pathetic creature.
“That’s no fair. Don’t make me chase you pretty. Oh, that’s…oh yes…where were we?” Intoxicated, inebriated, and so easily distracted, the man hummed through his nose as he looked back at the human and realized he was still as delicious as he had been a minute ago, leaning forward with a raised brow and shaking of his self loathing with a smile.
“It might be the chan starting to play tricks on my mind, but I can see you. Naked. In my bed.” He laughed wickedly, downing the last of the tea with a wince.