EZRA
"Then I suppose it is only fair I finish, hmm? Wouldn't want you to leave unsatisfied." A little sly, a little cheeky, a lot of flirt- maybe too much, but hey, she seems to be having fun with it, and you're not going to deny her the delight of your charm.You don't flatter her again, though - not yet. Better to let it wait, let it linger, a promise held in the sizzling air of the musty basement, hanging over the two of you like cigarette smoke. There will be plenty more flirting to come, but the anticipation is part of the fun, after all. No reason to rush into things. You're a gentleman, after all.
You begin to fix yourself a drink, never mind that it's probably bad form for a barkeep to taste their wares. Who's gonna yell at you, Edy? Nah. Besides, it puts people at ease to see you drinking alongside them, makes them more likely to go a little further, imbibe a little more. A little whiskey, a little lemon, a cube of ice - on the rocks, your Lord's once-favorite, and something you don't generally partake of, but fuck it, you're feeling nostalgic tonight.
Her secret is... well, it's fucking weird, if you're being honest. Your face slips for just a second - you're getting sloppy, pull it together - before returning to a fascinated, eyebrow-raised grin. "Feathers, hmm? Kinky. A gift from your lover, perhaps?" Oh yeah, the old 'gift from your lover' line, a classic when it comes to scoping out whether or not someone's been laid claim to. Not that you'll stop your flirting if she is.
You'll just keep an eye out for jealous lovers.
You grin easily as she asks for your secret, your brown eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Whiskey, cider, ginger, and sugar- spicy and sweet, just like you." You wink again, taking a sip of your drink. "Unless that wasn't the kind of secret you had in mind."
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
