The fact Phoenix, the one who ordered the drink, didn't know what it was made Keiran give the glass a brief and suspicious sniff. Surprises weren't usually good things in his life. In fact, surprises were generally most certainly awful and so the promise of a 'surprise' drink didn't really fill him with excitement. It was a drink, however, and probably pretty low on the surprise scale as there were only so many ways you could prepare a drink for someone in a commercial venue - right? It said a lot about Phoenix that he openly invited surprises into his life.
"Mhm..." Keiran murmured somewhat dubiously before finally taking a sip of the unknown alcoholic drink. The mage made face, it was certainly alcoholic, that much was clear as he swallowed the mouthful of drink and it burned all the way down. "I'm not saying your bartender is trying to kill you..." He said with a grin, putting the drink down a moment because it was honestly not the worst thing he had ever drunk, he just hadn't expected it to be so strong.
It was nice to meet other people new to town, or at least those who hadn't been there their whole lives, as most people Keiran met seemed to have been. Just like Phoenix, Keiran could appreciate the need to make a life change and he nodded along as the other man spoke, sipping at the overtly strong and stolen drink as he did. "Only if you promise you're not in a cult or going to try and sell me anything..." Keiran responded to the man's quip about exchanging phone numbers, a comment which would have, in normal circumstances, made Keiran switch to awkward and overthinking mode. Thanks to the many drinks he'd consumed, he didn't entirely connect the flirtatious comment as being flirtatious and was instead too happy handing out tipsy comedic quips.
Thinking about what sort of club name he'd be drawn to 'on a personal level' Keiran realised a venue named 'spoilt over achiever' or 'loneliness and alcoholism' weren't really catchy.
"I mean, it seems nice?" Keiran added, having not actually seen much of the joint other than the door, the dance floor and the bar they were at. The building did seem large and he got the impression there was a lot more to see for those who were looking. "Do you come here a lot then?" The mage followed up since Phoenix said he knew the bartender well enough to let him provide surprise drinks which had to show a level of trust - at least in Keiran's mind. What sort of life did someone lead that they were a regular at a nightclub? It was probably something exciting. Looking at Phoenix over the top of his glass for a long moment, Keiran decided the man had to be an artist of some sort, a dancer or a painter or a fashion designer - something sparkly.
"Mhm..." Keiran murmured somewhat dubiously before finally taking a sip of the unknown alcoholic drink. The mage made face, it was certainly alcoholic, that much was clear as he swallowed the mouthful of drink and it burned all the way down. "I'm not saying your bartender is trying to kill you..." He said with a grin, putting the drink down a moment because it was honestly not the worst thing he had ever drunk, he just hadn't expected it to be so strong.
It was nice to meet other people new to town, or at least those who hadn't been there their whole lives, as most people Keiran met seemed to have been. Just like Phoenix, Keiran could appreciate the need to make a life change and he nodded along as the other man spoke, sipping at the overtly strong and stolen drink as he did. "Only if you promise you're not in a cult or going to try and sell me anything..." Keiran responded to the man's quip about exchanging phone numbers, a comment which would have, in normal circumstances, made Keiran switch to awkward and overthinking mode. Thanks to the many drinks he'd consumed, he didn't entirely connect the flirtatious comment as being flirtatious and was instead too happy handing out tipsy comedic quips.
Thinking about what sort of club name he'd be drawn to 'on a personal level' Keiran realised a venue named 'spoilt over achiever' or 'loneliness and alcoholism' weren't really catchy.
"I mean, it seems nice?" Keiran added, having not actually seen much of the joint other than the door, the dance floor and the bar they were at. The building did seem large and he got the impression there was a lot more to see for those who were looking. "Do you come here a lot then?" The mage followed up since Phoenix said he knew the bartender well enough to let him provide surprise drinks which had to show a level of trust - at least in Keiran's mind. What sort of life did someone lead that they were a regular at a nightclub? It was probably something exciting. Looking at Phoenix over the top of his glass for a long moment, Keiran decided the man had to be an artist of some sort, a dancer or a painter or a fashion designer - something sparkly.
