[ME] Masquerade

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do As Lucas entered, Remi's pale stare widened for just a moment before he abruptly turned away, running a hand over his eyes as if to ward off a headache. He might have known that this is what he should have expected—and somewhere truthfully he did know—he just wasn't ready for it. Not after what had just happened with Sam and Isla. The last thing he needed or wanted at this moment was any sort of sexual stimulus. Which was why of course as Bastien 's gaze lingered on him just a little too long during the come check out the back room portion of his introduction, the alchemist very much doubted having ventured out at all. Still, he was here. Perhaps he could mix some drinks or otherwise keep himself discretely occupied until he could think of a reason to make a quick exit. Swallowing, Remi made his way towards the makeshift bar, and coincidentally towards Edden. Remi had provided the majority of the alcohol, so he knew what was good and what wasn't. "I would not." Remi said, moving gracefully behind the man to stand opposite, with a boyish and gentle smile. Remi's thickly accented voice was low, his pale eyes darting over Edden's shoulder as if searching for something, before returning to the explorer with a crooked smile. "Unless you like drinking metal that tastes like fire." It was one of the vodkas that Devrum had made, and in Remi's opinion it was better as paint thinner. "This—" He said, pointing to one of the gins he made that he was particularly proud of, "—or this, if you're looking to not remember this evening." The alchemist added with an amused shake of his head, pointing towards one of the whiskeys.