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[b] The Night Before the Concert, at [i]The Dorian Jazz Lounge[/i][/b][hr]
	[color=8493ca]"No need to apologize, my friend,"[/color] he murmured, his tone warm and reassuring. The honest gesture made up for the stolen glass as he began to crunch the frozen remains. Vitek flared his nostrils with feign and motioned to take it back before it was duly returned. They were two jester of the deck when together, each testing each other in mock battle. The big man actually enjoyed it, given the distance most humans and even his were-kin gave him. [color=8493ca]"We all have our moments,"[/color] he whispered to Vitek. He pursed at the hair on his lip and nodded in solemn agreement. 

	Thirst and hunger were now on his mind as the orders Kaelen had taken in his respite came forth. [color=8493ca]"Food has been organized, and the drinks shouldn't take too long,"[/color] That was a pleasant surprise! [color=0054a6]"Thank you for that, [i]they[/i]... seem to fade more with good fellows around."[/color] Vitek murmured in return. His mangled ears heard Jason's return before he saw it, and so he left it at that and let the human work his magic. 

 He gave a large closed smile to Jason as he poured.[color=#A64575] “The first batch of your sliders should be out soon. Give or take five minutes.”[/color] the man informed the two gentlemen. Vitek licked his top lip in response with a gentle nod. As their patron took back to his duties Vitek quickly interjected to Kaelean,[color=0054a6] "Once your tongue is loosened up, tell me a tale for the evening [i]mon frère[/i]." [/color]

 He took a few gulps of his cold lemonade as Jason returned with liquor by the pair. Those gulps slowed slightly as he took personal inventory on his history with spirits. But he was resolved with himself as of late. The good company of a new kinsman to his life; and a fast friend as a benefactor of goods gave him stoic strength. He set his glass back down and looked to his friend who sat beside him, raising a brow and leaning his visage towards him. [color=0054a6]"Decisions decisions"[/color] he poked back at the tracker.