Starter for: @milacdurel
Axel sat at a table on the edge of the room, close to the stage at St. Peter’s. His eyes were fixed on the stage, his hand around his glass. Lounge music wasn’t normally his style, just background noise on most nights. The sound of Mila’s voice, though, he made a point to pay attention. It haunted him in a good way, suppose he would call it enchanting if someone asked him to describe it. That was if he was feeling generous, otherwise he’d tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. The song ended and his eyes moved down to the glass in his hand, he raised it to take a decent gulp.
Once she stepped off the stage, he stood for a moment and let out a quick whistle to get her attention. He beckoned her over with a pull of his head. While he waited he stopped a cocktail waitress moving near him and ordered another drink, adding whatever Mila wanted to that order. “You did good, song bird.” He said as she moved closer, a soft smile playing at his lips for a moment. Axel offered up a one armed hug to greet her properly and pulled a chair at the table out for her. He took his seat in his previous spot and looked over his new company. “How are you? How are things? You okay?” Axel wasn’t the type to fill the air with small talk, as he’d rather get straight to the point of why he called her over. Just checking in, as he did ever since she left Valencia, making sure she was okay. Call it his protective nature, but he liked to make sure his friends, those he cared about, were safe. She was a tough one, but that didn’t mean a lot to him. They were all tough in their own ways. As much as he wanted to pretend he was invincible, there were still forces that could take him down and the man could call them by name off the top of his head.