VESPER
Vesper chuckles low at the correction, the sound sliding through the shadows like warm smoke. "A rendezvous, is it?" he muses, silver rings glinting as he nudges Mateo’s empty glass aside with two fingers. "Whatever you wanna name it, I’m not complainin’." His shrug is languid and entirely unbothered, as if being casually reduced to a very memorable night or three was something he’d happily be known for.
The shadows between Mateo’s thighs continue their wandering tease, playful in the way of waves lapping just a little too high on the shore. Vesper’s eyes narrow slightly, his smile sharpening. "Dunno, I’m quite sure you could wreck my night from all the way over there," he murmurs, voice soft and coaxing. "Not that I see any need for you to work that hard."
As for the private room, Vesper’s grin turns wicked. "It was dark last time you were in there," he agrees, lifting a brow. "And if I recall, you weren’t exactly takin’ in the decor. Just what was sturdy enough to brace yourself against." His voice curls around the memory like a hand closing over velvet, slow and indulgent.
But then he clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he reaches for a fresh glass. "Still, can’t go abandonin’ the bar, now can I? Not with you needin' to provide that full report back to your sister," he drawls, already measuring out the liquor. He makes another Midnight Drift with the same languid precision, then prepares a drink for himself as well—something darker, heavier, poured over ice that cracks faintly in the glass. Placing Mateo’s fresh cocktail in front of him, he raises his own before downing nearly half of it in one swallow.
The shadows between Mateo’s thighs continue their wandering tease, playful in the way of waves lapping just a little too high on the shore. Vesper’s eyes narrow slightly, his smile sharpening. "Dunno, I’m quite sure you could wreck my night from all the way over there," he murmurs, voice soft and coaxing. "Not that I see any need for you to work that hard."
As for the private room, Vesper’s grin turns wicked. "It was dark last time you were in there," he agrees, lifting a brow. "And if I recall, you weren’t exactly takin’ in the decor. Just what was sturdy enough to brace yourself against." His voice curls around the memory like a hand closing over velvet, slow and indulgent.
But then he clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he reaches for a fresh glass. "Still, can’t go abandonin’ the bar, now can I? Not with you needin' to provide that full report back to your sister," he drawls, already measuring out the liquor. He makes another Midnight Drift with the same languid precision, then prepares a drink for himself as well—something darker, heavier, poured over ice that cracks faintly in the glass. Placing Mateo’s fresh cocktail in front of him, he raises his own before downing nearly half of it in one swallow.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
