A Debonair.

Malcolm, don’t think I can’t handle rough. I find it quite..

Jayce quickly stands as the bartender slowly starts to walk over to them.

Jayce started walking towards the exit and stopped midway and looked back at Graves, seeing if he was making quick small talk with the bartender, which he was. In a slight frenzy, Jayce checks his appearance in the reflection of the glass doorway and tried to make himself more presentable than he was, tucking under some grey hairs and fixing his shirts, etc. He turns back one more time to make sure he wasn’t looking before he popped a mint in his mouth. Minty fresh! After a moment he finally called to him in a slightly less degrading flirty matter than before;

Malcolm, don’t think I can’t handle rough. I find it quite..

Jayce quickly stands as the bartender slowly starts to walk over to them.

Graves looked down at the man, who was leaning on his shoulder with a sly grin, and only responded with a look of disgust. At first he had expected to end up taking care of some drunken stranger after they got into some sort of fight- Graves would’ve knocked the other man out, of course- and ended up dragging him wherever the outlaw wanted to go. But the sudden change in tone caught him more off guard than anything he’d ever faced, however, he had been through some rather enjoyable experiences with another man in bed…

No, that’d be ridiculous, especially when this guy seemed to be a little full of himself. Perhaps, he was more so a little too full of himself.

I’m the one and -buurp- only, Jayce Smith. Known all over Piltover for this, and many more, bars and casinos! How could you not know my name? You must be new to this city. Welcome! How about I give you a tour..

Jayce pauses and smiles to himself.

“Yer personal residence huh?” It was beyond obvious that Jayce wanted to get the outlaw into his bed, perhaps Graves could humor him for a little while longer before leaving.

You never told me your name, hon.

Graves looked down at the man, who was leaning on his shoulder with a sly grin, and only responded with a look of disgust. At first he had expected to end up taking care of some drunken stranger after they got into some sort of fight- Graves would’ve knocked the other man out, of course- and ended up dragging him wherever the outlaw wanted to go. But the sudden change in tone caught him more off guard than anything he’d ever faced, however, he had been through some rather enjoyable experiences with another man in bed…

No, that’d be ridiculous, especially when this guy seemed to be a little full of himself. Perhaps, he was more so a little too full of himself.

I’m the one and -buurp- only, Jayce Smith. Known all over Piltover for this, and many more, bars and casinos! How could you not know my name? You must be new to this city. Welcome! How about I give you a tour..

Jayce pauses and smiles to himself.

Jayce stares into a shot glass of gin between several empty glasses and wondered why tonight was slow. He was confident he would of had a woman in his bed by now!

“How could any broad in this god-forsaken place EVER reject the image of perfection, me!”

He is drunk.

“Why the bloody hell would they say such foul words to a god? I’m surprised -blech- all the whores in here aren’t basking in my holy radiance! Everyone of them should be right here sucking my di–

He realized that he was staring into another man’s drinks. He inhales the smoke of a rather gruff man’s cigar.

Graves was silent, watching the man rant about women and how he was considered a god. He really didn’t see it, the guy looked kind of… scrawny compared to himself. To each their own, he supposed, as the liquor was far from effecting the Bilgewater citizen thus far. Being from the sea state, alcohol of any kind took a while to get him the least bit away from sober, and he was half hoping it would work faster.

“I AM THE SEXIEST PERSON IN HERE, HOW DARE YO-”

Jayce takes another long look at the man, much more built than himself. He thinks to himself that he could take charge behind closed doors. He pauses and almost fell on the poor guy and mustered out in a slightly appealing tone,