[h3][right][color=ADADAD]Silas’ Catharsis[/color][/right][/h3][right][@Stanifly][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][/right]

[color=ADADAD]Silas feels subtle irritation as soon as the woman jacks his drink before he can even grab it and has him follow her, but he can’t really complain, she’s not exactly doing anything wrong. Until she leaves him alone with two interesting looking men. Now he could say she’s wronged him. But he supposes he’s technically getting what he wants by her ditching him and giving him something else to be entertained by. Plus, hard to be pissed when she winks at him before abandoning him, she’s just got that type of vibe that makes him unable to dislike her.

His expression twitches with maybe an awkward grin at the two when they actually welcome him after he turns to them, the smaller guy scooting to give him room to sit on his side of the booth. Polite of him. Silas’ not anxious per se, but he’s just not good with people as demonstrated with his astounding five second conversation with the girl who left him here. Regardless, Silas sits down and takes his glass to give a tiny raise of it to the two new individuals in silent greeting.

[i]Words, say some words. [/i]

He lowers his drink to take a swig of it instead of actually speaking because he needs a second to think of something. He clicks his tongue after, the drink quite sweet with the slightest burn at the end. Beautiful.

Despite the minor nerves of being here though, the music and lighting is much less overstimulating, less grating on his head, which should hopefully be fixed soon with the drink. He feels at ease actually a bit next to the other smaller male. Perhaps his size makes him less intimidating than the sharper looking guy across from him who… Feels kinda… Intense? 

Would he say intense? Just the look in his eyes and the way his fingers tap against the table makes Silas feel like the guy’s gonna dissect him with just his stare and snide looking smirk.

Still, he’s gotta say [i]something[/i].

“Thanks for bein’ my new company,” Silas starts simply, hopefully sounding interested in a way that doesn’t sound like he dreads talking and doing it out of obligation. He is, but he’s gotta be nice. It’s manners, he has a feeling the sharper guy across from him would especially value manners based on his speech style from the few words he’s spoken and Silas isn’t trying to annoy anybody intentionally just yet.

“Y’guys got names?” He asks with a head tilt. Of course they have names, what is he? Stupid? Tired and fucked up maybe still, Silas can only pray his head stops throbbing like he’s got a hangover or survived an overdose soon, he can’t do this shit right now.[/color]