One comment of, "want my secret recipe, you have to play me for it," and they have a framework of banter that can keep them occupied off and on for at least another hour.
By the time that game has come and gone, as well as two baskets of greasy bar food and a few drinks that have alternated between repeats of the spicy mixed cocktail and the hard liquor that he keeps sullying with ice, Irahl's skeleton has lost a significant amount of its integrity. Normally, he slouches forward over his drink when this happens, so the fact that he has instead been leaning back and sliding lower in his seat is actually pretty significant.
He's in a city that could not be farther from what he knows and prefers, and yet Vincent still makes him feel comfortable enough to be lounging so thoroughly.
He's so relaxed that it takes him a buzzed couple of seconds to process the little swerve in the conversation when it happens, and another few to find himself surprised by it.
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By the time that game has come and gone, as well as two baskets of greasy bar food and a few drinks that have alternated between repeats of the spicy mixed cocktail and the hard liquor that he keeps sullying with ice, Irahl's skeleton has lost a significant amount of its integrity. Normally, he slouches forward over his drink when this happens, so the fact that he has instead been leaning back and sliding lower in his seat is actually pretty significant.
He's in a city that could not be farther from what he knows and prefers, and yet Vincent still makes him feel comfortable enough to be lounging so thoroughly.
He's so relaxed that it takes him a buzzed couple of seconds to process the little swerve in the conversation when it happens, and another few to find himself surprised by it.
"Hmm? ...Thought it was just a special?"