✘ EVGENIA:
『 ✘ — evgenia adopts a thoughtful expression, tapping french-tipped fingers against her chin. she engages his youthful, deceitful, mahogany eyes; her own blue-grey hue glinting with ardour. “ oh? well shit, ezekiel. that’s rather exciting. ” she gives a silvery chuckle, folding her legs to sneakily reveal more of her upper thighs from underneath her relatively tight mini skirt. it’d been a while— her skills in the fine art of flirting had become slightly rusty. “ i’m rather enjoying being kept on my toes currently, so do continue. ” the blonde gestures to her shot before throwing it down, revelling in the sour burn it leaves in her throat. she instantly reaches forward to refill the little ornate glass. upon filling, and clinking it against zeke’s, she downs the second before the toast to designer rugs. “ to imported furniture from denmark, ” her chuckles become more light and facile with the taste of the alcohol in her mouth, her voice ever more flavoured with the music of her native republic. her glossy blue eyes look him up and down, shamelessly, taking in his whole visage. “ so, you know, just to warn you. you guys are going to get crushed at the next race. i’m just warning you now, so you can mentally prepare yourselves. ” evgenia taunts, trying in vain to keep a neutral expression. she drags a finger around the rim of the shot glass, still engaging his rich sepia eyes, a mirror of his careful smirk on her sugar pink lips. going to top up her glass once again, evie makes the effort to lean over him a little whilst reaching for the frosted glass bottle.
✘。— flickering eyes complementing his COOL posture stretched across his side of the couch, ezekiel keeps an arm hanging effortlessly over the top of the sofa’s frame. every ounce of his being radiates of COQUETRY, his innate intentions apparent in the curl of his brow to the silk of his voice. the ebony-haired man has had his fair share of invitations to girls homes to know the implication in the air. he knows very well what he walked into, and as per usual, he remains keen on achieving the insinuation that beamed from evie’s sly movements. “ well, i’m a pretty exciting person, ” he advances nonchalantly, the mini skirt enveloping the blonde’s thighs an enthralling prospect to his senses, “ oh ? well, in that case . . . ” his notorious smirk begins to grow on his features, his gaze sending a COY expression to the royal azure eyes at his side. with the level of allure rising within the room, the alcohol levels imitate the elevation as ezekiel pours another shot for himself and allows it to seep down his throat, absorbing every SCORCH the liquid fire administers on the descent past his lips. zeke listens to evgenia’s rich accent play into the aura between the two, the second shot settling in his stomach. “ hm, is that so ? pretty confident for a girl who’s team got their asses kicked just last time, if i recall correctly, ” he reciprocates playfully, his fingers dancing with the now empty shot glass in anticipation for the next swig, “ hey, but if you play nice, maybe i’ll let you in on some tips. y’know, tips from a WINNER. might just give you guys an actual chance, ” a smooth chuckle escapes from grinned lips, a dangle of a brow acting as a tease. after another shot of vodka finds it’s way into ezekiel’s glass, he downs it swiftly, salacious eyes keeping a firm glance on evgenia as he drinks and a knee subtly grazing that of his company’s.












