05-16-2018, 11:16 AM
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Bastille eyed her messy pour, but didn't bother to point out that she was, one, well over the standard pour for wine, and two, making a complete and utter mess things with her sloppy handiwork. What was the point of correcting her now? She was clearly a little too gone for it to matter, and besides, it didn't really matter. He just made a mental note to refill it himself next time and save them all the embarrassment of watching her struggle.
"Jeez, boo," he muttered to himself as she seemed to mistake his words for anything other than him repeating her, the endearments of the Tribe slipping out seemingly without his notice. He tossed a glance at her glass, before bringing his attention back up as she started to babble on about Suite. The bengal grinned idly in amusement, and drawled, "Yeah? Wouldn't have guessed she's your favorite. What about me?"
The flickering approach on a familiar aura had his attention sliding sideways a bit, and he studied Suite as she joined them briefly. He could sense the vague tension rolling off her, the underlying nerves, and for a moment, he had to wonder why. Suite seemed nonchalant and unopposed to drinking, and Margy seemed relatively harmless, so why was she so ill at ease? He would mark it up to their relationship woes as of late, but Margy only seemed affectionate towards Suite despite those issues, so he was briefly at a loss.
History, perhaps, and he merely offered her a lazy shrug in greeting. "Cat's out of the bag, Margy," he said, in a what-can-you-do fashion, "Sorry. Maybe you can sing for Suite now instead, yeah?" His gaze caught on Hazel -- tension with nerves, hunched, lacking her usual greetings -- and stayed there, unwavering.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]