07-29-2024, 11:47 AM
Kristian downed the last of his whiskey before offering Cyrena his arm. She took it with a slight wobble. He took note of her inebriation but did not comment on it as he lead her out to the dancefloor. Her hand on his elbow and the whiskey causing his head to spin just a little. Not drunk, not even close, but the buzz going on made things more tolerable.
They stopped in a suitable place and her arms wrapped around his neck. Might not be a bad end to an evening. And Jensen James could always wait for another time. He'd never needed this so called healing before and he was likely to be in the position again to call upon the man's special gifts. As if the thought conjured the man himself, Cyrena drew his attention to the man in white. Kristian chuckled. "I hear tell that is Iásōn. A healer for hire as I understand." While Xander knew who he was he would keep the man's identity a secret that was after all a card he held now. He leaned in and whispered. "And to answer your first question. A date would not let me mingle amongst the crowd to meet beautiful women." Or men he thought to himself.
Xander had done his due diligence after meeting Maskim and Pavel on the same night. His researched turned up a lot more than his investigating on the forged photo he'd gone in to sell. Not that had such inclinations tonight. But that research might now turn her attention back to him. Still close to her ear, he spoke softly, "I never understand why more women in your position aren't more saught after. Intelligent, great business minds." Kristian chuckled. "Specially one of your martial calliber. I might be slightly intimidated."
They stopped in a suitable place and her arms wrapped around his neck. Might not be a bad end to an evening. And Jensen James could always wait for another time. He'd never needed this so called healing before and he was likely to be in the position again to call upon the man's special gifts. As if the thought conjured the man himself, Cyrena drew his attention to the man in white. Kristian chuckled. "I hear tell that is Iásōn. A healer for hire as I understand." While Xander knew who he was he would keep the man's identity a secret that was after all a card he held now. He leaned in and whispered. "And to answer your first question. A date would not let me mingle amongst the crowd to meet beautiful women." Or men he thought to himself.
Xander had done his due diligence after meeting Maskim and Pavel on the same night. His researched turned up a lot more than his investigating on the forged photo he'd gone in to sell. Not that had such inclinations tonight. But that research might now turn her attention back to him. Still close to her ear, he spoke softly, "I never understand why more women in your position aren't more saught after. Intelligent, great business minds." Kristian chuckled. "Specially one of your martial calliber. I might be slightly intimidated."