Bringing lefevric back on your dash π€π
Armand Lefevre (by @lord-alligator)
Auric Lancaster (by @homericwinter)

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Bringing lefevric back on your dash π€π
Armand Lefevre (by @lord-alligator)
Auric Lancaster (by @homericwinter)

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Well well πβ€οΈ - lets say the date went well~
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It was not that he particularly enjoyed drinking anymore, but it was the best way to calm his nerves in the midst of a large crowd. Whiskey still burned as it slid down his throat and it still caused him to sweat bullets after the third iced glass. Taking the last swig from his current glass, he lightly sat it back down atop the napkin at the bar and caught the eye on the female bartender to order just one more. As Christopher moved to preposition himself in his chair, the red head at the other side of the bar caught his eye. She was familiar, even from ten feet away. Her porcelain face and unique ginger hair had never changed, though she was a bit older than the last time he truly had seen her; his sister Alina and the young lady had been friends since they were younger. Naturally, he could recall seeing her with his sister, but could not recall particulars about her... at least not in the moment he had seen her just a moment ago. Blinking, only to realize he could have been caught staring had he continued on a moment more, Christopher cleared his throat. A nervous knot had crept back up his wind pipe in those couple of moments. With out thinking in silence once more, he nonchalantly waved down the female behind the bar and asked her to order the red head another cup of whatever she wanted; the bartender smiled, nodded, and proceeded down to the young lady. Christopher quickly downed his whiskey on the rocks, attempted to relax into his chair, and waited to see if the female would, on the off chance he was lucky enough, acknowledge him.