// you've got your finger on the trigger //
They emerge on the heels of Flora as she flashes them a wink and departs into the bathroom. Already finding a few drinks on the edge of the bar as they pass, snagging a beautifully colored orange and blood red cocktail for Dantalion (a new York sour, for those looking), he passes it off to his lover before snatching another pina colada for himself. He’s fairly confident the other ones he’d had would be nothing but melted now, the butcher’s content to sip from a fresh one as his arm slips around @Danta’s lower back to keep him close.
He can hear the shouts of shots and of body shots, deftly ignoring the antics in favor for leaning in a touch closer to the Maverick, his bearded cheek brushing against Danta’s ear. “Shall we get another table, love?” He asks, his steps pausing where they’ve stepped to the side, gaze scanning the open options before glancing back just in time to see Flora slip behind the bar to make herself a drink, flashing her a small smile before his attention is wholly and utterly on the Maverick.
He can hear the shouts of shots and of body shots, deftly ignoring the antics in favor for leaning in a touch closer to the Maverick, his bearded cheek brushing against Danta’s ear. “Shall we get another table, love?” He asks, his steps pausing where they’ve stepped to the side, gaze scanning the open options before glancing back just in time to see Flora slip behind the bar to make herself a drink, flashing her a small smile before his attention is wholly and utterly on the Maverick.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
