Keiran gave a small snort and then laughed, "How do you even go about starting a cult? Like do you have to fill in forms or anything?" The mental image of a few old guys in robes sitting around in a conveyancer's officer filling and cross-checking a bunch of paperwork in order to start their cult was just too funny.
Only now did Keiran also realise that Phoenix was very much offering his number and that would suggest he was also very much interested in him - although tipsy and messy, Keiran genuinely couldn't imagine why. He knew he was a bit out of practice, well, he had truly never been in practice, to begin with. His parents hadn't exactly been supportive of what they always snidely referred to as his 'lifestyle choices', and his adolescence had been primarily filled with study, hobbies and more studying. To top it off there was university, studying and more parental pressure, along with the forced engagement and generally a lack of time or space for him to have played the field as much as he might have aspired to. Every man dreamed of picking up hotties at the club on a nightly basis and taking them home? Right? Or at least nineteen-year-olds did and Keiran had been no different. Though now at nearly thirty, he wasn't entirely what sort of man he aspired to be...
"As long as it's not Tupperware.." Keiran said as the single condition for sharing his number, as he pulled his mobile phone from his pocket (awkwardly as pockets and phones were a difficult combination when seated, and even more so when one's drunk fingers felt like sausages). Peering at the screen for a moment, he finally found the button to add a new contact and then handed the device over to the other man, knowing that to enter the information himself was going to spell disaster, frustration or both.
It had also not occurred to Keiran that asking if Phoenix visited the club a lot came across as a pickup line, and so when the other man responded to it as such - Keiran felt a flush of heat bloom across his cheeks and nose. It wasn't what he had meant at all, but he also wasn't sorry Phoenix had taken it that way, although he was a little bit self-conscious about it. Specially Phoenix's very blunt reference to them leaving together, which again he wasn't opposed to - or was he? Was he supposed to be opposed to it? Leaving clubs with random men in new countries seemed dangerous but also he was grown man and a mage to boot - there wasn't much he couldn't handle - right? He was getting pretty drunk, that was probably a bit of a problem...Or was it?
"Aha, yeah..." He laughed awkwardly, giving Phoenix a somewhat sheepish grin follow by an awkward clearing of his throat, " A couple times a week?" Who seriously had the energy and stamina to even leave the house that much, let alone go to a nightclub? "You sound pretty energetic - " He mused, once more not connecting how his phrasing might be taken...
Only now did Keiran also realise that Phoenix was very much offering his number and that would suggest he was also very much interested in him - although tipsy and messy, Keiran genuinely couldn't imagine why. He knew he was a bit out of practice, well, he had truly never been in practice, to begin with. His parents hadn't exactly been supportive of what they always snidely referred to as his 'lifestyle choices', and his adolescence had been primarily filled with study, hobbies and more studying. To top it off there was university, studying and more parental pressure, along with the forced engagement and generally a lack of time or space for him to have played the field as much as he might have aspired to. Every man dreamed of picking up hotties at the club on a nightly basis and taking them home? Right? Or at least nineteen-year-olds did and Keiran had been no different. Though now at nearly thirty, he wasn't entirely what sort of man he aspired to be...
"As long as it's not Tupperware.." Keiran said as the single condition for sharing his number, as he pulled his mobile phone from his pocket (awkwardly as pockets and phones were a difficult combination when seated, and even more so when one's drunk fingers felt like sausages). Peering at the screen for a moment, he finally found the button to add a new contact and then handed the device over to the other man, knowing that to enter the information himself was going to spell disaster, frustration or both.
It had also not occurred to Keiran that asking if Phoenix visited the club a lot came across as a pickup line, and so when the other man responded to it as such - Keiran felt a flush of heat bloom across his cheeks and nose. It wasn't what he had meant at all, but he also wasn't sorry Phoenix had taken it that way, although he was a little bit self-conscious about it. Specially Phoenix's very blunt reference to them leaving together, which again he wasn't opposed to - or was he? Was he supposed to be opposed to it? Leaving clubs with random men in new countries seemed dangerous but also he was grown man and a mage to boot - there wasn't much he couldn't handle - right? He was getting pretty drunk, that was probably a bit of a problem...Or was it?
"Aha, yeah..." He laughed awkwardly, giving Phoenix a somewhat sheepish grin follow by an awkward clearing of his throat, " A couple times a week?" Who seriously had the energy and stamina to even leave the house that much, let alone go to a nightclub? "You sound pretty energetic - " He mused, once more not connecting how his phrasing might be taken...
