THE LIGHTS ARE DIM, and the music is loud in the bar. it’s just alyosha’s sort of place. they’ve got a table towards the back, just past the games ( which they’re definitely going to be hustling playing later ), with a great view of the dance floor. it’s solitary which, considering they’re not out with friends, is perfectly fine with them… but they also don’t mind the person that approaches the table. what comes out of their mouth isn’t slurred but it shows the drink in front of them isn’t their first. ❝ if you want to sit down with me, that’s fine, but i’m gonna warn you: i’ll lie to you. not all the time, and feel free to lie in return, but, y’know… ❞ they wave their hand. it is what it was.
markus wasn’t exactly a creature of habit ( although some people might have a different opinion, the warlock believed that when you’ve lived as long as he has, habits become way too tiring, almost suffocating ) but he did enjoy sitting at one particular table whenever he came to this particular bar. he hadn’t done so enough times for it to be considered a habit, either way, but it was instinctive for him to head towards it whenever he did show up. only this time the table wasn’t empty. listening to the other’s words, he cocked his head to the side, a seemingly thoughtful expression on his face. ❝ oh, i do love a liar. ❞ he mused after a moment, sitting down in front of them. ❝ makes things so much more interesting. ❞
