If it hadn’t been the case that Elias had already managed to drop and shatter a full cocktail glass, maybe he wouldn’t have been making his way back from the bar, another drink filled to the brim in his hand. He was buzzed, and that combined with the sheer amount of people moving around him made his movements skittish and unsteady. So when someone came running past him, smashing into his shoulder, the drink was knocked out of his hand. “Goddamn it!” he swore out in annoyance. It was what he looked up to find out where the glass had landed that he saw the Mentor he recognized as Hyacinth in front of him, drenched it what had to of been his now displaced drink. “Shit,” he groaned, his face contorting in frustration as he scanned the room around him for the assholes so he could give an explanation as to what happened. “Fucking hell. I’m sorry, some jackass crashed into me.”
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