06-12-2018, 12:57 AM
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The next person to steal his attention was Rainier, his "bro." Thomas offered the selection of drinks to them, cracking a gone smile. "Take any of it, Rain! It's all so good. It's - it's so good." His voice took on notes of seriousness as he finished speaking, as if he needed Rainier to take in his words carefully. The drinks were fantastic. Everything tasted amazing, just like he remembered. These were high quality liquors, and he would spoil himself. Maintaining his grin, he lifted his drink to Rainier, as if to say "cheers." After he did that, the dark haired young adult tipped the bottle back and downed its contents in an instant.
Leopold was up next, and Thomas only smiled brighter. Leo was a good guy, much like Thomas - but there were obvious differences. Leopold was of royal upbringing, but they had grown up differently. It was interesting how alcohol could make them the exact same. "I have aaaallll the drinks you need, sir," the man said, adding a wink at the end. The drink he just chugged had his head swirling, and he was slowly beginning his descent into flirtation mode. This was going to get fun really quickly. "Oh, hello!" he laughed, holding onto Leopold himself as the other man grabbed him so as to not fall. However, as the other left his side to chastise Amren and Rainier, he pouted.
Dark eyes moved then from his friends to Connie, and the look of drunken happiness faded to disbelief. He was not shocked because a sixteen-year-old was participating in the drinking. No, he was completely blown back because Connie was the spitting image of his younger sister at that age. Faye. The name exploded in his mind, and he stumbled for a second, placing a hand on a table beside him to steady himself. "Sister?" he asked, stepping forward, confusion in his eyes. "I thought - but you were - what...? He questions were slurred heavily, and he kept breaking them off before he could finish. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he studied her carefully. "You're not Faye... You look like her though. You got 'er hair color and those bright eyes! Wow. I almost thought for a second," he found himself laughing, returning to his mellowed state. Had he been sober, it might have been different. He might have been sad. "Say, what's your name? You look a lil' young to be here. You got one of those young-looking faces?"
The next person to steal his attention was Rainier, his "bro." Thomas offered the selection of drinks to them, cracking a gone smile. "Take any of it, Rain! It's all so good. It's - it's so good." His voice took on notes of seriousness as he finished speaking, as if he needed Rainier to take in his words carefully. The drinks were fantastic. Everything tasted amazing, just like he remembered. These were high quality liquors, and he would spoil himself. Maintaining his grin, he lifted his drink to Rainier, as if to say "cheers." After he did that, the dark haired young adult tipped the bottle back and downed its contents in an instant.
Leopold was up next, and Thomas only smiled brighter. Leo was a good guy, much like Thomas - but there were obvious differences. Leopold was of royal upbringing, but they had grown up differently. It was interesting how alcohol could make them the exact same. "I have aaaallll the drinks you need, sir," the man said, adding a wink at the end. The drink he just chugged had his head swirling, and he was slowly beginning his descent into flirtation mode. This was going to get fun really quickly. "Oh, hello!" he laughed, holding onto Leopold himself as the other man grabbed him so as to not fall. However, as the other left his side to chastise Amren and Rainier, he pouted.
Dark eyes moved then from his friends to Connie, and the look of drunken happiness faded to disbelief. He was not shocked because a sixteen-year-old was participating in the drinking. No, he was completely blown back because Connie was the spitting image of his younger sister at that age. Faye. The name exploded in his mind, and he stumbled for a second, placing a hand on a table beside him to steady himself. "Sister?" he asked, stepping forward, confusion in his eyes. "I thought - but you were - what...? He questions were slurred heavily, and he kept breaking them off before he could finish. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he studied her carefully. "You're not Faye... You look like her though. You got 'er hair color and those bright eyes! Wow. I almost thought for a second," he found himself laughing, returning to his mellowed state. Had he been sober, it might have been different. He might have been sad. "Say, what's your name? You look a lil' young to be here. You got one of those young-looking faces?"
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my one true love is under the ground
and i'll never be anybody's hero now
and i'll never be anybody's hero now
thomas dubois | lionhearted | blackfall