wedding bell blues

As Sunjata spoke up, Loren turned to face the bartender. The summoner crossed his arms as he waited for the other man to finally look up. ”Frankly, I don’t care what you think about timing, because yours is clearly fucking terrible.” Then the Launceleyn walked forward and leaned his hands on the bar, staring unflinchingly and unhesitatingly at Sunjata. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you? And I'm not just talking about your voice, or your appearance." Loren waved a hand vaguely at the horns before returning to leaning on the bar. "What in the world possessed you to go ahead with this engagement with Phoebe?" Voice low and eyes flashing, he found himself tapping a foot as he paused for the answer. LOREN Not quite an open book