Groaning internally inside, Alexei couldn’t help but feel his heart sink into dismay as it seemed that Sabre had no intention of going anywhere, really. Especially after calling over a whole bottle of whiskey. The angel eyed the two men warily before glancing at the vampire with a rather sheepish glance in his eyes. “Sabre…” he said warningly. “You shouldn’t say those things…” Though, the angel knew without a doubt that in this rare moment, he had to agree; the man was irritating, to say the least. But he couldn’t say that out loud.
“M-Maybe we can call it a night?” Alexei said gently, carefully prying his hands and arm away from the other man’s grasp. “Seems like this… will have to happen some other time. I should be heading back home anyways,” he murmured, avoiding eye contact from both men. The date let out a huff of annoyance, clearly shooting daggers in Sabre’s direction.
“Well, this night would have been perfect without certain interruptions,” the date spat before tipping his glass over on the table, purposefully spilling the contents. “Whatever. This joint was cheap anyways. Next time, I’ll pick the place. A better place,” he remarked as he gathered his belongings to stand from the booth. “Where assholes like this… hung-up boytoy of yours won’t come around. Who knew you went around like that, Alex? Honestly, you’re welcome I even wanted to go on a date with you,” he snorted before walking off towards the doors.
The blonde sank lower in his seat, not really wanting to retort how he didn’t want this to happen at all and was forced into it, nor did he have anything with Sabre at all, nor would a second date even occur, but he didn’t feel like he was in a fighting mood at all. Alexei only tried mopping up the spilt drink with some of the napkins on the table, pursing his lips as he avoided saying anything to the vampire.
“Why not? The whole time you’ve known me, when have I ever held my tongue? I think it, I say it. Figured that’s the best way to be. Honesty is the best policy or some shit like that, right?” The question was rhetorical, directed at no one in particular but it got Sabre’s point across all the same. He strongly disliked the stranger at the table and didn’t much feel like feigning nice just so the other man would stick around and his feelings would be spared. His absence wouldn’t affect the vampire anyway, but he genuinely hoped he hadn’t trodden on anyone toes. If Alexei did like the douche, Sabre would just have to help his friend get better taste in men.
When the bartender arrived at the table as Alexei seemed to be making his excuses and the date was all flustered and ready to stomp off, the vampire thanked the man and poured himself another drink, filling the angel's glass after. His gaze flicked to the date as the man ranted and insulted everyone within the vicinity before stomping out of the bar in an aggrieved huff.
“Well, someone had a temper, huh? Tell me, Alex, what the fuck kind of appeal does someone like that hold for you? You were telling me to try dating last time… if this is what happens on them, I’m so glad I never tried that shit. I’d have eaten the bitch alive…” Grumbling beneath his breath, the vampire hefted his glass from the table and held it out towards Alexei, hoping the man would join him in a toast.
“Shall we drink to something? How about… old friends? I mean… I know we’re not exactly that, but… you adore me anyway.” His joke fell easily from his lips, trying to lighten the mood as their gazes connected across the table top. “But we gotta talk about these men you’re meeting up with, man… you’re definitely being charitable with that dude. How the fuck did this date even happen?”
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