Phoenix watched Keiran take the first sip and grinned at the result. Jasper knew he had a high tolerance and seemed the goal for the night was to make drinks that would burn and possibly knock him on his ass. Good luck to him on the latter goal! In an attempt to be polite, Phoenix didn’t say anything on the drink or whether Jasper was trying to kill him, especially since Keiran went back for another sip. It couldn’t have been that bad if he wasn’t stopping at the first taste. Hopefully his little vampire friend remembered what he created so he could try it later.
At being asked to promise he wasn’t in a cult, Phoenix laughed, memories of the last time he came this side of the portal springing to mind. Oh, those had been some glorious days! “Does accidentally starting a cult count? Because I would argue it’s not really the same as being in one,” he just had people following him, hanging onto his words, and just generally having an orgiastic time. “But how about I give you my number and then it’s up to you if you want to risk cults and sales pitches the next time we hook up.”
He glanced around the sea of bodies and nodded in agreement. It did seem nice. Gathering places had changed a lot over the centuries and Phoenix appreciated where they were at now. Everything was so much more convenient, even if he was still struggling with some technology. He was pulled away from his musings and gave a snort of laughter, eyes twinkling with delight as he took in his companion. “Keiran, darlin’, we’re far beyond the need for the intro pick-up lines now. Fairly certain we’re into the countdown phase of when it’s appropriate to leave together.” He wasn’t the most subtle of people in general but he could also taste the emotions coming from Keiran and knew being bold wouldn’t scare the man off; at least not for long.
“But I come here a couple of times a week, if you’re still interested in that small talk. The staff are interesting, the music is great, and stress and responsibilities melt away when you’re here.”
At being asked to promise he wasn’t in a cult, Phoenix laughed, memories of the last time he came this side of the portal springing to mind. Oh, those had been some glorious days! “Does accidentally starting a cult count? Because I would argue it’s not really the same as being in one,” he just had people following him, hanging onto his words, and just generally having an orgiastic time. “But how about I give you my number and then it’s up to you if you want to risk cults and sales pitches the next time we hook up.”
He glanced around the sea of bodies and nodded in agreement. It did seem nice. Gathering places had changed a lot over the centuries and Phoenix appreciated where they were at now. Everything was so much more convenient, even if he was still struggling with some technology. He was pulled away from his musings and gave a snort of laughter, eyes twinkling with delight as he took in his companion. “Keiran, darlin’, we’re far beyond the need for the intro pick-up lines now. Fairly certain we’re into the countdown phase of when it’s appropriate to leave together.” He wasn’t the most subtle of people in general but he could also taste the emotions coming from Keiran and knew being bold wouldn’t scare the man off; at least not for long.
“But I come here a couple of times a week, if you’re still interested in that small talk. The staff are interesting, the music is great, and stress and responsibilities melt away when you’re here.”
