magik was usually a bit too much for samson. he liked the atmosphere of a quiet, seedy pub. a place where you could drink in peace. but his usual place was closed tonight and the other was packed with a drunk birthday party. that’s how he found himself at the bar of the dance club, shoulders hunched as he leaned over his glass. the music was pounding. the aura was stifling. he was ready to flee when he heard the stranger’s order. his eyes opened and he glanced at the confused face of the bartender. “they just want a gin and tonic,” he told the bartender before fixing his eyes on the fae. “this place caters to humans. you’ll have to go somewhere else for additives like that.”
An raised an eyebrow at the man who was addressing him. They did like someone ordering their drink for them, and the lack of assumptions regarding his gender, despite the realm’s usually oh-so-stifling rules on that. He was quite rejuvenating. The elderflower, An recalled now, was intertwined with mortal culture in the very West of Ireland, in what they called the Burren. Many fae lived there, though, so of course it would be in their culture and not these people’s.
“Additives? You make it sound like it’s a pesticide or that stuff they put in their instant ramen...” An shook their head, remembering a terrible ramen binge in ‘06. “It’s simply a flower, of the earth, used for flavor and medicine. Infused into a liqueur is my favorite. The most mouth-watering thing.” An accepted his drink from the bartender with a smile and a deep nod of thanks. They turned back to the man. “Thank you for translating. May I ask your name?
