Crack a Bottle and Count Me Out ♦︎ Eric & Gene
"Excuse me?" Eric asked, his head turned to the side as he looked at the much older leader. He was one among them, and he had no need to feel intimidated. Grabbing the beer that was set in front of him, he popped the cap and took a drink, the ice cold beverage sliding down easily. He looked at Gene, with his smirk and curious eyes, and couldn’t help but feel the need to grimace. At least he was better than Jeanine.
"I’m not sure why that’s any of your business, Gene." He said after a moment, turning back around to face the crowd of people. Taking another drink, he scanned the crowd for blonde hair and pursed lips, knowing that mommy dearest wouldn’t be thrilled to have lost her son in the crowd. Luckily, he couldn’t find any source of her. "I see you’ve come out of your hiding place for once.”
Eric shook his head. Gene was in charge of the fireworks, but he figured that that was the only thing he’d be there for. Of course, the leader beside him always managed to surprise, and today was no different. “What’s wrong, didn’t want to see your parents, either?” Eric couldn’t help it. So what if he wanted someone else to be alone with — to not have to worry about seeing their old factions? It was perfectly acceptable. Faction over blood.
Gene was not affected by the male's words. He only smirked a bit wider and shook his head. "You're so young," he mumbled to himself. Anyone who knew Gene for more than the short period of time that Eric had knew that he was not one to simply butt out of someone's business. It was just who he was. He tapped his finger on the bar and picked up the beer that was handed to him.
"My family is slowly decaying as we speak, so no, I'm not interested in seeing them," He said dryly. He took a sip of his drink and tilted his head. "She'll find you, ya know. She's not the leader of Erudite for nothing," He mused with a raised brow. "Want to go help me with the fireworks?"
