02-02-2015, 04:39 PM
The girl with the green hair, her name tag read Greta, she gave him the bottle he asked for unopened, she looked mildly concerned Nox just grinned. "I still need a minute."
She nodded and left as a couple walked in. Nox embraced the power and could see the contacts the woman wore were like fire. Interesting, too bad she's with that guy. He turned his attention back to his beer bottle and in one quick and unseen motion popped the top on the lid and took a swallow.
It was nice and cold, and it hit the spot. Screw Bas and his ignoring him. What the hell was up with him lately. Nox pushed him from his mind when the hostess got up rather loudly and told the fiery red head, "You don't like the looks of any guy since meeting Connor. He's cute, that's why you don't like him. He's bad news, just like Bas right?"
WHAT? The mere thought of his name brings upon girls the thug has met. Nox sighed this was his home, he supposed Bas would have girls everywhere. But Nox did wonder who they were talking about, from the scowl the red head had given him, they were talking about him. What the hell did I do to her?
The waitress came back to his table as the red head stared at him and talked to her boyfriend, her fiance, from the looks of the ring on her finger. What a loss he thought. Greta asked, "What can I get you?"
Nox looked down at the menu and pointed at something he couldn't pronounce. Russian was such an odd language, it was some kind of soup, and it looked interesting, and he was cold from his walk outside before. Nox toyed with the lid in one hand, and leaned back in his chair and relaxed. The chair was comfortable as the beer lid slid over the tops of his finger like he'd practiced the move many times. And he had. It was one of the few things his father had taught him for no reason other than it was cool.
Nox's beer sat in front of him and he sipped at it. Unlike his father he wasn't going to drown in alcohol, but he did like a good beer here and there. Probably more than he should, but he never got drunk, and he now had some lovely little tricks to hide that fact and he could still act the fool and no one would be the wiser.
She nodded and left as a couple walked in. Nox embraced the power and could see the contacts the woman wore were like fire. Interesting, too bad she's with that guy. He turned his attention back to his beer bottle and in one quick and unseen motion popped the top on the lid and took a swallow.
It was nice and cold, and it hit the spot. Screw Bas and his ignoring him. What the hell was up with him lately. Nox pushed him from his mind when the hostess got up rather loudly and told the fiery red head, "You don't like the looks of any guy since meeting Connor. He's cute, that's why you don't like him. He's bad news, just like Bas right?"
WHAT? The mere thought of his name brings upon girls the thug has met. Nox sighed this was his home, he supposed Bas would have girls everywhere. But Nox did wonder who they were talking about, from the scowl the red head had given him, they were talking about him. What the hell did I do to her?
The waitress came back to his table as the red head stared at him and talked to her boyfriend, her fiance, from the looks of the ring on her finger. What a loss he thought. Greta asked, "What can I get you?"
Nox looked down at the menu and pointed at something he couldn't pronounce. Russian was such an odd language, it was some kind of soup, and it looked interesting, and he was cold from his walk outside before. Nox toyed with the lid in one hand, and leaned back in his chair and relaxed. The chair was comfortable as the beer lid slid over the tops of his finger like he'd practiced the move many times. And he had. It was one of the few things his father had taught him for no reason other than it was cool.
Nox's beer sat in front of him and he sipped at it. Unlike his father he wasn't going to drown in alcohol, but he did like a good beer here and there. Probably more than he should, but he never got drunk, and he now had some lovely little tricks to hide that fact and he could still act the fool and no one would be the wiser.