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His left eyebrow arched as soon as he saw the other man’s face looking a little confused. As he tasted the drink on Victor’s hand the young man was sure he wasn’t trying to poison him but in fact he already knew he wasn’t. “— Do you know the story behind the toast?” Vic asked him while lookin into his eyes for a short moment. “— It was born with the Vikings. In their time it was common to poison people by giving them poisoned drinks. So they invented a way to show others their trust and to make new allies. They invented the toast, and everytime they would toast with someone the beer would always fly from one cuo to the other, if the drink was poisoned they both would die with it, so the toast came as a offer of trust and future.” He grinned his soft sexy smile, as usual. Victor raised his glass one more time, hoping for a toast. “— To trust, and to future.” He toasted the man’s drink and took a sip, looking around again. “— And I’m actually here cause even in parties I like to watch ot from a more quiet space, at least for a while. It’s good to learn about everyone and find the right people to go talk to whenever you’re ready.” He nodded and looked at the man again. “— Now tell me, what you like the most about these parties?”
Aren tilts his head almost as a reflex; something he does when he is curious about something whether it be a person or a situation, or some trivia he is being told. like so, he listens attentively, effectively tuning out the loudness of the song playing in the background. Honestly, he will be the first one to assume he had no idea about the story he’s just been told, but he is interested and he is probably as curious as a child when it comes to new things, even weird trivia if there is any. “Wow, I didn’t know that,” he admits unabashedly. living and learning, that seems to be his motto for the night, if nothing else comes out of it, at least he’ll leave the party with a new icebreaker question on his repertoire. “well, at least now why people toast hard enough for the drink to spill. I always thought it was a bad case of bad timing and too much force.” he chuckles then, taking on the cue in a timely manner -- thank god that the other doesn’t thrust his glass against his at the same time like many people have done before -- and clinks his glass against the other’s before taking a sip himself. “As a trivia lover yourself, you’re going to love this one if you haven’t heard of it before, but a few centuries ago people believed that you should never drink from another person’s glass, less you wanted to know all of their secrets. so I guess that means I’m in trouble because you just drank from ‘my’ glass.” he grinned back “So, you were trying to learn about people before you made a move, huh? Found any interesting subjects so far?” he inquired, siping more of his drink while thinking briefly about his answer “well, free drinks, for one,” he says, raising his glass as if he needs it to get his message across “but honestly I’m mostly fond of the moment when I leave these parties with a bottle of wine or champagne to share with someone else in some open space. I’m pretty sure that in my party history I have never ever stayed to see the party end. how do parties even end, does someone come over and starts sweeping the glasses, does a bell ring like in high school and everyone’s like ‘alright, time to go home’?”














