Bourdom || Skye & Pierre
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Skye’s been staring into his glass for at least five minutes now. There’s boredom at the bottom of his bourbon, accentuating every sip like a bad pairing. It leaves an aftertaste in his mouth he could sorely do without.
There are no women here that interest him enough to talk to. No, it’s not that they’re not his type, but none of them look like they’d provide enough entertainment beyond robbing them blind. There needs to be substance in the conversation to hold his interest for any more than ten minutes, and not seems like they’ll do at first glance.
Lifting his head up to scan with disinterest across the room, barely registering a face among the people, one person does seem to catch his eye for more than a moment. There’s a flash of blonde hair under dim lighting, seemingly belonging to a petite looking man all by his lonesome.
Or at least, it looks like he’s alone. Skye likes to think he has a natural radar toward things like this, for reasons that are better left unsaid (but are sure to become apparent).
He’s a savant as he maneuvers his way around the bar’s patrons, blending into the scene like second nature. Confidence is everything, and it seeps from his body language naturally. There’s a deer separated from the pack in his sights, and he stalks it from across the room, prepared to snap his unyielding jaws shut.
“Evening. ❤”
Breaking the ice politely, he attunes himself to the boy within arm’s reach as he slides into the space beside him. There’s nothing wrong with being friendly to the public, is there. No, he doesn’t jump right in, there’s finesse in his actions unless he’s just teasing.
“How’s your night going? Can I get you a refill?”
