02-21-2024, 11:52 AM
Hayden nodded and lifted the shot again with a smile. "Here's to not being sober." Though he did need to keep his wits about him. While he didn't have to be all eagle eyed reporter right now he did need to stay out of sight. Nox couldn't know he was being tailed. And tailed by him might confuse matters. Though the second shot did dull the brain a bit more. Enough to feel nice and relaxed. And really who'd believe his story. Hayden grinned wickedly. "All of the above."
Hayden wanted to recreate the movement of flipping over the bar like his friend had done. The model -- Gideon.... Last name didn't matter. He remembered the last ad for the Marquis line. An ex girlfriend -- though she wasn't really a girl friend, a girl his father set him up with raved over the line of clothes. Though his mother frowned at the girl's choices. Ariel her name was... But that was all Hayden really remembered.
Instead Hayden walked around the bar. "See I'm professionally crashing your party back here." He hip checked Gideon out of the way and grabbed the nozzle clearly marked Coke and a bottle of rum and made his drink of choice. "And see this is the Coke. Not quite the powdered kind you might see out one of them party tables out there. But I still have some work to do while drinking the night away."
Hayden sipped at his newly poured rum and coke and smiled with a certain flirty smile at Gideon. "Because I might have to kill the guy I'm spying on later and I can't be too messed up. Shots do a number on the brain. You want to liberate me of my vices good luck. I know every trick in the game. Remember Professional party crasher." Hayden leaned back on the bar and looked over his shoulder at Gideon's friend. "You are Gideon Marquis and your lovely friend is a Steel Tycoon's daughter. Saelia, if I remember right. Took me a while to dig up those memories. The truth seemed much more like a fairytale so he went with it. If they believed him there would be fun stories to tell. If they didn't he'd still have fun stories to tell -- they'd just think he was out of his mind crazy.
Hayden wanted to recreate the movement of flipping over the bar like his friend had done. The model -- Gideon.... Last name didn't matter. He remembered the last ad for the Marquis line. An ex girlfriend -- though she wasn't really a girl friend, a girl his father set him up with raved over the line of clothes. Though his mother frowned at the girl's choices. Ariel her name was... But that was all Hayden really remembered.
Instead Hayden walked around the bar. "See I'm professionally crashing your party back here." He hip checked Gideon out of the way and grabbed the nozzle clearly marked Coke and a bottle of rum and made his drink of choice. "And see this is the Coke. Not quite the powdered kind you might see out one of them party tables out there. But I still have some work to do while drinking the night away."
Hayden sipped at his newly poured rum and coke and smiled with a certain flirty smile at Gideon. "Because I might have to kill the guy I'm spying on later and I can't be too messed up. Shots do a number on the brain. You want to liberate me of my vices good luck. I know every trick in the game. Remember Professional party crasher." Hayden leaned back on the bar and looked over his shoulder at Gideon's friend. "You are Gideon Marquis and your lovely friend is a Steel Tycoon's daughter. Saelia, if I remember right. Took me a while to dig up those memories. The truth seemed much more like a fairytale so he went with it. If they believed him there would be fun stories to tell. If they didn't he'd still have fun stories to tell -- they'd just think he was out of his mind crazy.