Uncharacteristically, Tully was nowhere to be found and Zeph frowned at the man in front of him acting the fool with another slave. The two slaves didn’t even see him but were engaged in the whiniest whine-fest that Zeph had heard in a long time and it set his teeth on edge.
Was it his fault the slave was out of it? His fault that some other master had nearly drained the boy dry like a foolish ass? No, it absolutely wasn’t and the incessant whining was seriously impinging on his ability to enjoy himself at the party. Normally a patient man, this was too much and he decided to leave abruptly, standing and heading out. He was thwarted, however, by someone else who he hadn’t noticed. Someone in his way that he slammed in to - hard. Quick reflexes had him quickly reaching out to grab the other’s shoulders, steadying them as he glowered and took in the strange make up.
“Watch where you’re going.” he said curtly before pausing and narrowing his eyes, “Or do you want to get eaten?”
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