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She knows him just as well as he knows her and the red head saw that worried look in his eyes. “It was a refresher.” She shrugged as she reached for a sweater, of his at that, to slip on before she rolled her eyes. “Congratulations, James. Maybe you need one to be brought down a level, don’t you think?” Her words are dripped with sarcasm as she makes her way to the kitchen. “Do you want tea for your accomplishment?”

      Daken didn’t even know the other man was trying to hide, his face plastered everywhere for someone to easily figure out, even if he uses too much eyeliner when he went on killing rampages. Not that he showed his knowledge of it, his blue eyes sparking at the man teasingly when he agreed to a drink. “None at all.” He purred at James, as if he were just randomly picking up the man.

      A light bashful chuckle slips free, seemingly by accident as he glances around the bar before looking back to the other man’s eyes. “I do not.” Shifting in his seat, leaning a little closer to the other man, his focus on him at that point, as if he was the hottest man known to mankind. Not that he had to do it, it made the game all the more fun, even with his pheromones paving the way. “I’m new here, have a drink suggestion?” Please don’t make it cheap beer.

“It’s not a bad joint to meet new people.” James leans on the bar in that casual way that isn’t actually entirely casual but LOOKS like it is, which is sort of it’s entire purpose and he’s mostly ignoring his surroundings to replace his time with much more interesting things like looking at this stranger. “The cocktails aren’t too bad, if you’re into that sort o’ thing. -- I’m personally a fan of the sunrise.”