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He’d lit a cigarette a while ago, exhaling smoke behind the tacky red curtains of the stage. Said stage where the illustrious magician Dante was to make an appearance. Dex chuckled, tapping the ash off of the butt of the cancer stick. Getting a magician for a twenty-eight year olds birthday, that was rich. Then his mind immediately diverted towards Sebastian and the lycan found himself frowning again. Whatever, he wasn’t going to let some smart-mouthed brat deter him from his own fun this evening.
Re-rigging the pulley system wasn’t as stupidly simple as it appeared, despite what other parties might say about it. Lit smoke still between his lips, Dex began to unravel some ropes, adding his own home brought ones to the mix. He was glad he dressed down for the event, despite the glares of other guests at his leather jacket, collared shit combo. Midway through a somewhat important hitch, footsteps made their way towards Dex’s work space. Sighing, he exhaled a breath of smoke, before turning, vision assaulted by the last blonde on earth he wanted to see.
“Princeling? Is that you?” he asked, mock surprise mixed with the most venomous smile Dex could muster. Make him run away. He let his eyes wander, taking in the heir’s figure for a moment, before sending a wink. “Don’t you clean up nice.” With that, Dex ground the smoking end of his butt into the wood, creating a dark mark before tossing it. “Aren’t you a little far away from the open bar and totally age-appropriate men?”
