They both turned as the man caught up with them, one with an angry glare and the other with a pique of curiosity. Deamion's mouth pressed in a thin cruel line before he opened it to begin berating the man. Hadn't he already gotten the message that they weren't at all interested in whatever he had to dish out. However, before he could even utter a single syllable, he found a hand pressed tightly against his mouth an Andries pressing a warning hand against his back. Regarding the man with a foxy grin, Andries purred, "Really now? Discount doesn't often go with VIP privacy you know. And you think a few drinks are gonna fix up my poor friend who you so rudely treated on his very own birthday! Now, I think that warrants more than just a drink, we want a good time out."

 "Mph." He growled, muffled against Andries' hand, which he was now threatening to bite. Andries just smiled and slung an arm around his waist, ignoring the steady glare half aimed at him and the other. "It s free drinks love, and a good time out! Smile!" He whispered to his friend before he let go of him and gestured for the man to lead the way for them. "Ah, but first." He removed his wine stained shirt, revealing the fishnet singlet under his shirt. Throwing the stained rag into some god forsaken alleyway, he slung an arm around Deamiom's shoulders and pulled the taller along with him as they followed the man. 

 Sighing, he decided to just roll with it. At the very least he could get a few free drinks from the sucker right? Expensive free drinks if he found his way onto a rich man's lap. Whether he let anyone take him home depended on what he felt like after a few dozen shots.