C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
The drink he's garnered from someone else while he waited is just soda. The bottle of pepper and tamarind vodka is a gift, for her. Seemed better not to show up empty-handed to tell her that he could not, in fact, uphold the plans he'd laid out for her.
His features brighten when he spots her at last, but the light doesn't linger fully for long, not when she looks like she did that night she'd been left to close down the bar at the party. She's just as irritated and moving just as fast, but there's significantly less patrons now versus then. She says his name at least, but it's the one with all the letters and no smile around it. Shit, he caught her on a bad day. Not the start he'd been hoping for.
"Good to see you." And it is, good to see her, even if he's lacking the lens he normally watched her through, the one that made every little motion sparkle a bit more. It'd been the one he first saw her through, when she'd been all stunningly gold heat and smoke, close enough to reach out for if he didn't mind the risk of her fire. Now, there's something colder to her, more like charcoal and soot losing heat when the bonfire's burned out and everyone's gone to bed. He can't quite tell how much is him and what he sees, and how much is her and what she's putting on to display. She's still beautiful, even muted.
He slides the bottle closer towards her, smile tilting with the unease he feels, though he tries to shove past it. He's not quite sure how to though, not with her, not when the solution would have been to sneak a kiss or jump behind the counter with her and take over. "I got this for you," he declares instead, relying on the bartop to help him navigate this. He's trying his best not to hurt her with what he's here for.
His features brighten when he spots her at last, but the light doesn't linger fully for long, not when she looks like she did that night she'd been left to close down the bar at the party. She's just as irritated and moving just as fast, but there's significantly less patrons now versus then. She says his name at least, but it's the one with all the letters and no smile around it. Shit, he caught her on a bad day. Not the start he'd been hoping for.
"Good to see you." And it is, good to see her, even if he's lacking the lens he normally watched her through, the one that made every little motion sparkle a bit more. It'd been the one he first saw her through, when she'd been all stunningly gold heat and smoke, close enough to reach out for if he didn't mind the risk of her fire. Now, there's something colder to her, more like charcoal and soot losing heat when the bonfire's burned out and everyone's gone to bed. He can't quite tell how much is him and what he sees, and how much is her and what she's putting on to display. She's still beautiful, even muted.
He slides the bottle closer towards her, smile tilting with the unease he feels, though he tries to shove past it. He's not quite sure how to though, not with her, not when the solution would have been to sneak a kiss or jump behind the counter with her and take over. "I got this for you," he declares instead, relying on the bartop to help him navigate this. He's trying his best not to hurt her with what he's here for.
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
