[Glass of scotch half empty by now. Ice teetering on the collapse and the left-over collection slides when he motions it to empty table. Arms occupied, but he ushers his nameless guests away with a toss of his fingers. With a promising smile and hushed sort of whisper:] I'll be there in a minute.
[When the two leave, his attentions return. Alec hasn't been the easiest of his possessionsemployees to get along with. Tongue always sharp and dismal, but they've known one another long enough and if anything, his always did come first.]
[So he opens up a hand. Palm churning on the axis of a wrist, beckoning the other with a silent sort of gesture.] But that really shouldn't be a surprise to you, right? Or is it something else you're interest in?
[Because when it comes down to it, he's never been the sort to deny an offer given. Flirtation not lost on him and the Sin spreads his thighs. Slides both heels from their perch at the table, motioning them away with ease. With that slippery notion and it's entirely him; the bar, the setting. Every inch his domain and he reigns as king. Crown of the would-be underworld made in cold-hard cash; with liquor, women, and everything in between. The whole cache his own; to hold with covetous claws, a devil nestled with ill-gotten gains.]
[At least he was honest about the arrangement.]
[Greed reaches beyond; fingers stretching, body moving with the pull of a torso and he's snatching at the remains of a cigarette smoldering away in an ashtray. Butt-end snagged in thick knuckles and Greed takes a drag as he peels eyes away for a moment. Sunglasses shifting from the sickly-yellow overhang, falling back into a cut of shadow. And his smile is wide, grin the Cheshire's favorite moon. Cut thin and sharp.]
Just come out with it - not like I'm about to judge you. But I need to know what you really want, hmn?
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[Glass of scotch half empty by now. Ice teetering on the collapse and the left-over collection slides when he motions it to empty table. Arms occupied, but he ushers his nameless guests away with a toss of his fingers. With a promising smile and hushed sort of whisper:] I'll be there in a minute.
[When the two leave, his attentions return. Alec hasn't been the easiest of his
possessionsemployees to get along with. Tongue always sharp and dismal, but they've known one another long enough and if anything, his always did come first.][So he opens up a hand. Palm churning on the axis of a wrist, beckoning the other with a silent sort of gesture.] But that really shouldn't be a surprise to you, right? Or is it something else you're interest in?
[Because when it comes down to it, he's never been the sort to deny an offer given. Flirtation not lost on him and the Sin spreads his thighs. Slides both heels from their perch at the table, motioning them away with ease. With that slippery notion and it's entirely him; the bar, the setting. Every inch his domain and he reigns as king. Crown of the would-be underworld made in cold-hard cash; with liquor, women, and everything in between. The whole cache his own; to hold with covetous claws, a devil nestled with ill-gotten gains.]
[At least he was honest about the arrangement.]
[Greed reaches beyond; fingers stretching, body moving with the pull of a torso and he's snatching at the remains of a cigarette smoldering away in an ashtray. Butt-end snagged in thick knuckles and Greed takes a drag as he peels eyes away for a moment. Sunglasses shifting from the sickly-yellow overhang, falling back into a cut of shadow. And his smile is wide, grin the Cheshire's favorite moon. Cut thin and sharp.]
Just come out with it - not like I'm about to judge you. But I need to know what you really want, hmn?