@thesrpent
the first thing dmitri had done when he’d entered the ballroom was head straight for the drinks without bothering to admire the decorations as the group of people he’d had to walk around had been doing to reach his destination, grabbing a glass of kvas. glass in hand, he moved along, finding a spot in the back from where he could see everything. about to take a sip, a new group of people entering the ballroom had him look away for a moment, lowering the glass.
noticing movement in the corner of his eye, dmitri grabs hold of a woman’s wrist mid-reach, attempting to steal the glass of kvas he’d just gotten for himself, catching her in the act. ‘‘nice try.’’ only now turning his head to find the drink poacher to be a drunk jedda. drunk or not, the thought alone that she’d think she could actually get away with stealing something he was holding laughable to him, as an amused smile creeped onto his face. ‘’I can get you one if you’d like, but this. this is mine.’‘ drinking some kvas from the glass to make a point. there was no way the student was ever going to beat the master.
