OLD ROSE HARBOR| EVENING
“Already? Oh you delightful creature. If I wasn’t wallowing in self pity, this would be slow for me.” His eyes wandered back to the guitarist as a warm thumb brushed over his cheekbone, dragging a smirk from the wreckage. He waved a hand in a ‘go on’ sort of gesture, leaning back slightly whilst finishing his cigarette to watch the Anaxi show off what could probably be considered some rather impressive physical prowess. Taking the time whilst Kit was away, Eli dragged his hands through his curls again, taming them into rougish waves. He breathed on his hands to warm them up, spliff caught between two fingers, before turning to lean with his elbows on the banister and watch lazy smoke rings roll into the air above him.
Turning to look over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps taking the stairs at speed, the tispy brunette chuckled, finishing his cigarette and flicking the butt away into the dark.
“And here I was thinking you’d lured me into some dead end alley to have your wicked way with me. A shame.” He said with a wink, before following the taller man like a stray puppy, shamelessly happy to slip the all too familiar mask of the socialite over the sad tragedy that was his true face. He’d been wearing it for six years, he could most definitely wear it for another night at least.
Especially when delightfully attractive musicians were buying him drinks.
As promised, the establishment aforementioned was upon them, and Elias couldn’t help but be impressed. It was…well it was almost like a little bit of Vienda decided to set up shop in Old Rose. He nodded with a quick smile at the large doorman, letting his gaze roam the interior as they moved through it. Somewhat well kept, definitely popular, and containing alcohol—the place was just what the doctor ordered.
Watching his companion remove his jacket and loosen a few buttons to the comparable warmth of the bar, the Bastian slipped into his own seat, admiring the line of his aristocratic throat and the hint of a sharp clavicle before it was hidden away by the rest of the shirt.
Oh, but the Anaxi was quite a lovely thing.
“Oh, I do love a good wine, but you had me at peach brandy.” Eli rumbled, undoing the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them up to his elbows to allow himself some relief as his body adjusted to the warmth. As the drinks were ordered, the dark haired man leaned back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other and an arm slung over the backrest. He let his green and gold eyes roam without restraint over all that the galdor had to offer, gesturing lazily at the ring.
“Rather lavish for Old Rose, is that from an old flame perhaps? Or just for appearances?” As the guitarists order was brought over, the galdor took his own drink with a nod, leaning forward in the chair again and raising the glass to Kit in a mock toast.
“To pretty musicians and the wonders of alcohol!” He said in a formal tone, Bastian drawl heavy in his voice before he took a long deep draft of the beverage. Coughing slightly against the burning in his throat and behind his nose, Elias made a sound of delight.
“By Hurtes flaming mane, that is very strong. I love it.” The brunette said with a laugh, taking another large mouthful and wincing at the experience.
Gods, he needed this.
Placing the glass down, resting one elbow on the table top whilst turning the glass gently back and forth, Eli's wide grin faded slightly into more of a sultry half smile. He glanced up at Kit again, gesturing with his pinky without removing his hand from the drink.
"I will have to return this favor one day, when I find my fortune again." As the young man admired the way the other gollies shirt exposed just enough lightly tanned skin to let the imagination wander, the pipe arrived. It smelt earthy and rich, mixed with curious powders that allowed the opiate infused smoke to come out in vibrant hues of magenta or green, depending on what layer it burned through. Politely waiting for his gracious host to take the first toke, Elias took the end and breathed deeply, the small ember in the chamber keeping a steady heat on the consumable drugs.
Inhaling, the Bastian lifted his chin, eyes closed and breath held as the narcotics absorbed into his bloodstream through his lungs. With a too easily practiced movement, he all but sighed the thick now-fuscia plume from his body, leaning back on the chair and humming with relief.
“Ohh wow...” He exclaimed in a breathless whisper, lifting his head and looking at Kit with a sharp high pitched laugh.
“I’m not sure if I’m going to regret doing that or not, but by the Pantheon...” The brunette laughed again, handing over the pipe to the Anaxi.