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Even before he’d entered the bar Sebastian felt intoxicated; a giddiness he’d seldom felt outside of his childhood was rising in his gut. He’d spent most of the day wandering around the city like some college backpacker, drinking in the sights and passing through the numerous museums, nearly blissed out of his mind just to be there. It was probably the happiest he’d been since Romulus had announced his plan for a truce. M’s posturing had hardly even phased him, he’d only shown up to make an appearance and be seen, and then he was slipping passed the borders of the estate and out into the city again, as night began to fall.
It wasn’t that his anxieties had disappeared, only that they hardly seemed to matter now, as he sat at the bar, comfortably buzzed and chatting up some human with dark hair, harsh features, and a thick accent. Sebastian had so little control of what was going on around him it was almost what could be described as freeing. His hand fell atop the other man’s where it rested on the bar and he leaned in, smiling. “So, do you live nearby?”
