the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
The smile Calypso flashes is like a coin spinning into a wishing well, shining and warm with a promise of something magical. Caly. He holds her name like a gift, pressed in this thoughts. His eyes track her movements as she unwinds herself from the bar, his appraisal unhidden when she steps free and is in full splendor. His mouth hangs ajar for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer radiance she gave off. Blinking, he realizes she said something, and he hurries after those words before they leave him for good.
"No shit?" he asks with raised 'brows, surprised to learn she is not only known by Flora, but trusted. The bar means a lot to her, he knows. He glances over for the Torchline Crow, catching the tail end flash of her glitter and jewelry as she slips into a separate room with two Ancients on her tail. His attention refocuses on Caly with a rogue's grin, "well, then it seems the bar's in excellent hands."
Kaisel glances over as Mateo offers his expertise, unable to contain the wide grin that stretches at the sight of Flora's brother bedecked in gold and neon. "Mateo!" he chirps, saluting with two fingers and accidentally jostling the wig in the process. "Now that the professional is here, we can party to maximum potential!" Muttering some profanity under his breath Kaisel works to re-straighten the wig again, lipstick the least of his concerns at the moment despiteKoa's insistence.
At the feeling of Caly's arm slipping across his shoulders, as if they've done this dozens of times, Kaisel's eyes turn to hers. He only checks for a beat, ensuring she didn't accidentally bump him, that it's real. He might have stood there, snared in her stare for the rest of the night, if not for the pressure she set into her touch, directing him, Koa, and Mateo into a wonderful cluster of chaos. In response slides his own arm around her lower back, fingers curling against her hip with an ease which is at odds with the quickening of his pulse.
A glance is afforded toTheea whom Koa calls over, and Kaisel silently approves of the addition for his cousin. "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Kaisel chants, reaching over for the tray that makes its way to them with their collected beverages. Lifting it up in a cheers, his eyes gleam with a pledge of mischief. "To a night worth remembering, but we probably won't!" He laughs and tosses it back, sticking his tongue out as the burn drips down, settling with a continual heat low in his belly.
Breakaway from [ME] one shot, two shot, coppertone-red
"No shit?" he asks with raised 'brows, surprised to learn she is not only known by Flora, but trusted. The bar means a lot to her, he knows. He glances over for the Torchline Crow, catching the tail end flash of her glitter and jewelry as she slips into a separate room with two Ancients on her tail. His attention refocuses on Caly with a rogue's grin, "well, then it seems the bar's in excellent hands."
Kaisel glances over as Mateo offers his expertise, unable to contain the wide grin that stretches at the sight of Flora's brother bedecked in gold and neon. "Mateo!" he chirps, saluting with two fingers and accidentally jostling the wig in the process. "Now that the professional is here, we can party to maximum potential!" Muttering some profanity under his breath Kaisel works to re-straighten the wig again, lipstick the least of his concerns at the moment despite
At the feeling of Caly's arm slipping across his shoulders, as if they've done this dozens of times, Kaisel's eyes turn to hers. He only checks for a beat, ensuring she didn't accidentally bump him, that it's real. He might have stood there, snared in her stare for the rest of the night, if not for the pressure she set into her touch, directing him, Koa, and Mateo into a wonderful cluster of chaos. In response slides his own arm around her lower back, fingers curling against her hip with an ease which is at odds with the quickening of his pulse.
A glance is afforded to
Breakaway from [ME] one shot, two shot, coppertone-red
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
