[OOC] Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

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At Faolan's response, Lucien could not help but let out a laugh. He could not deny that Faolan's sense of humor and jokes had definitely improved over the years. It was honestly nice to see how much more he opened up than he used to, and was a lot better about showing his expressions, though around strangers it was still relatively the same as it used to be.

"I'm doing my best here, I didn't really have the typical French upbringing you know? I have a lot of things to catch up on, like proper wine manners." He joked in return, before taking a sip of the wine. The flavor was strong, but it wasn't unpleasant, and it was very familiar to him, even though the circumstances of his wine drinking when he was younger were completely different. Aside from drinking the wine during services, there had been other times in which he had tried it, but had never really been given the chance to enjoy it.

"Will you not join me for at least one drink?" He asked. "Or do you simply not like it?"

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Faolan huffed and looked away for a moment again, "Typical or not, the French love their wine..." Although this bias was comparable to the Irish Whiskey bias, Faolan just couldn't understand it. He could smell the viscous red liquid from here, and even this made his stomach turn. Wine, in his opinion, was the worst of alcohols. It took everything that was good about fruit, its sweetness and juiciness, and made it dry and tangy and bitter. Faolan almost stuck his tongue out in distaste at the thought.

At Lucien's next question, he looked to the Frenchman and his glass, then to the bartender. "Drinkin' has never been my favorite past time, no. I like to keep me wits about. Besides...you couldn't get me to drink that," he nodded to the glass, "if you were paying me."

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Again Lucien chuckled. "Well, I won't deny that." He said a little amusingly as he continued to drink. It was then clear by the way Faolan spoke that he was in no way fond of wine.

"You're breaking my heart, Faolan. It's the drink of my people." He said, though his tone was light, he was clearly not offended by it. He understood everyone had different tastes.

"Well, you don't have to drink wine, it can be anything else. I understand wanting to keep your sense of awareness, but would one drink really do that to you?" He asked, looking at him curiously.

"Are you that much of a.. What's it called?" He paused, trying to remember the word. "Lightweight?" His tone wasn't taunting in any way, in fact he wasn't trying to trick him into drinking, but he was just genuinely curious, since this topic of alcohol didn't come up often. It was his chance to learn a lot more about the Irishman.

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Despite his unwillingness to drink, the mention of the word "lightweight" got Faolan's blood to stir. He looked down at Lucien, his eyes slightly narrowed as he felt a surge of competitiveness rise up in him. This was not usually like him, to feel the need to prove himself. He was far more than confident in the way that he carried himself, he knew his limits and he hardly ever pushed them. But still, something about a Frenchman using that word to refer to him...it didn't strike the right cord.

"Of course I'm not a lightweight...but if you're looking to get pissed, you ain't going to do it with a fancy glass and yer pinky out. You're going to need to graduate to something stronger before you ask me to have a drink with you." Of course, his tone was not harsh, it was light and playful. But, despite his fondness toward Lucien, he felt the need now to prove his mettle. What would his da say, if he could hear this conversation?

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It seemed that his words had gotten to Faolan. It hadn't really been his intention, since he had really just wanted to know if it was true, but it seemed to be enough to get a rise out of the Irishman. It wasn't really what he had been aiming for but, it seemed this might have made Faolan more willing to drink with him. He didn't take any offense to Faolan's words, after all of all people, Lucien was an incredibly hard man to offend, and considering the Irishman's way with words, he knew better than to take offense to anything he said to him.

The bit of competitiveness in the man's tone made Lucien smile. This was definitely not a side of Faolan he often got to see, but it made him want to see a bit more of it. Quickly, he finished the remaining of his wine, and turned to Faolan.

"Well, if you are not a lightweight then a drink or two shouldn't affect you at all right?" He asked with a slightly raised brow.

"Pick a drink for me. I can be considered having 'graduated' to something stronger, and then you'll be able have a drink with me right? I'll have whatever it is you're having since.. wine is seemingly not enough." He said, a bit of a smirk tugging at his lips. Now his words were intentional. It was not often that they go to have exchanges like this, and he definitely wanted to take advantage of it. Lucien rather enjoyed seeing new sides of Faolan, and this new slightly competitive side of him was rather amusing.

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Faolan watched silently as Lucien tilted his wine glass back and finished it off. He rose an eyebrow, only slightly, impressed at the Frenchman's dedication to this crusade. It was clear by his words, tone, and actions that he wanted Faolan to give in to him. This made the Irishman feel incredibly conflicted. Of course, his rule about not drinking was no moral quandary, he simply did not prefer to be drunk, but the smug look on Lucien's face was pulling him in two different directions. On the one hand, he wanted to show the Frenchman that he could hold his liquor just fine, but on the other, he did not want to give in simply for the sake of frustrating his friend.

In the end, he could not resist Lucien's crooked smirk. He growled quietly in frustration, "Fine, if you're so confident..." he grumbled, then rose two fingers to the bartender. The man looked over, having almost no other patrons in the bar this early in the evening. "Whiskey, neat." Faolan said, and waited while the man smiled and grabbed a bottle of Jameson from the shelf behind him. He placed two glasses in front of them and poured two fingers of the amber liquid into each, then turned to put the bottle back. Having second thoughts, however, the man paused and then left the bottle there between Faolan and Lucien, smiled and walked away to serve someone else.

Faolan slid one of the glasses closer to Lucien as he picked his up, sharing a smirk of his own, "Unless you want ice?" he asked, a challenge in his voice.

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As Faolan agreed, Lucien's expression immediately brightened. He didn't feel that bad about convincing him, after all if Faolan had really been completely against it, he would have said no to this little endeavor. There was something about the smirk Faolan had on his face that made him almost tempted to bring out his competitive side more often. He watched as the bartender returned to hand them their bottle of whiskey. It seemed like he expected them to get through it one way or another. At the Irishman's challenging tone, he simply smiled.

"I'm quite alright, I said I was having what you were having." He said, before lifting his glass in Faolan's direction.

"Sláinte." He said in Irish, waiting for Faolan to drink it first to see how it was supposed to be done. He knew not all alcoholic beverages were drank the same way, that was something working in a bar in the past had told him. Seeing him chug the drink, Lucien then did the same, though he couldn't help but scrunch up his face as the liquid almost burned his throat. It was a completely different feeling than wine, that was for sure.

"That's.. certainly something.." He said almost a little hoarsely, letting out a few coughs. "But I can take it." He added, clearing his throat afterwards. It would definitely take some getting used to, though.

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Faolan's smirk did not break as Lucien raised his glass in toast, in fact, he tilted his head in satisfaction at this and raised his glass in turn. "Sláinte," he returned, then tossed the whiskey into the back of his throat, watching Lucien the whole time. Although it had been some time since he had imbibed any taste of home, he held his expression well. Only a quiet click of his tongue escaped his mouth as he set the glass down, right side up, on the bar beside him. Right away, he felt the heat of the liquor burning down his throat and into his belly, warming his already high body temperature. It was not entirely unpleasant, and was even a bit familiar.

All things considered, Lucien did quite well. For someone who had never had whiskey before, Lucien managed to take it with only a small cough and reddening of his cheeks. Faolan was impressed, and subconsciously his smile remained even after the two had finished their first drink. "I can see that." He said, almost chuckling. "Puts your sweet red juice to shame, eh?" If Faolan was going to drink, he preferred the harsh taste of hard liquor. He couldn't say if that was his personal preference, or just the whiskey in his blood that made him feel this way.

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Lucien could not deny that he was impressed that Faolan had managed to drink this without even batting an eye, but he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. It was definitely a much more impactful taste than his wine, but he couldn't say that he didn't still prefer it.

"It depends on what you mean by that. These drinks are intended for different purposes." He said with a small chuckle. After all one didn't just chug down wine, it was meant to be something you took your time with, that much he was well aware of. Whiskey was definitely not something he'd wanted to do that with. He'd rather just get it down as fast as possible. He could tell it affected him differently too, he felt much... warmer now.

"Are we having another? Or is one glass enough for you?" He said with a small smirk, raising his eyebrows slightly. In all honesty he was enjoying this quite a bit, considering he didn't get to see the Irishman like this often. He was definitely smiling a lot more too, so did that mean he was warming up to being here?

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Faolan, who had turned away from Lucien to get the attention of the bartender to return the bottle, paused and looked back at Lucien's retort. He raised his eyebrows, shocked at just how devoted Lucien was to this facade. He slowly lowered his hand, and furrowed his brows. While he was slightly pink in the cheeks, Lucien seemed fine after knocking back two fingers of whiskey for the first time. Faolan had his first snort when he was thirteen, and it had nearly knocked him flat. He was impressed, but also annoyed that Lucien would continue to prod him in this way. Seeing that he had taken his drink with no hesitation or aftereffects had not been enough, it seemed.

"Hhmm, you're bold this evening." There was another pause as he held the Frenchman's gaze for a moment, before he pushed his glass toward him. "If you're looking to get fluthered, so be it. Don't come crying to me when you get weak in the knees." He nodded toward the bottle, "Pour."

Usually mild-mannered, Faolan did not prefer to rise to challenges like these and typically walked away. However, he knew his dad would be rolling in his grave if he lost a drinking wager to a Frenchman.

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Lucien couldn't help but laugh at Faolan's words. "It's not often I see you get competitive, forgive me for wanting to see a bit more." He said with a small grin, though he didn't tear his gaze away from the Irishman.

"I won't, promise." He said with confidence. While he wasn't sure whether it would be true, he kept in mind that his body had always been pretty resilient. That made him believe that he had the potential to last a lot longer than the average person when it came to this. It was also one of the things he had been curious to find out for sure. He reached for the bottle, and poured the same amount as before into both glasses, before sliding Faolan's glass back in his direction.

"But if it does happen, you can just carry me back. Since you'll probably be okay." He said jokingly as he raised his glass, and then drank it in the same way as the previous time. Now that he wasn't caught by surprise by the strong taste, it was a little easier to down this time around. He couldn't deny the warmth this drink brought on, but he still felt relatively clear headed.

"That time wasn't so bad." He commented, his voice less hoarse this time around.

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"Hm," Faolan grunted in mock-anger, though his slight smile betrayed his true mood, "Glad I can entertain you." He let Lucien pour, watching the amber liquid fill the bottom of his glass. It would take more than two shots of Whiskey to get Faolan drunk, even at his least resilient, he could easily down four or five before he started to feel really woozy, but he could already feel the warmth from the first drink swirling in his stomach. Luckily for him, he had just eaten nearly an entire loaf of bread from the bakery before coming here. He had some 'gas left in the tank' as American's said.

At Lucien's next comment as the two raised his glass, he couldn't help but pause. The thought of carrying Lucien out of here...or anywhere for that matter, made the warmth in his cheeks intensify. In order to hide this, he threw the second drink back and put it back down onto the bar, a little more forcefully this time. He wasn't sure why Lucien had him all bothered at the moment, but he didn't exactly dislike the feeling.

He knew that his Irish constitution would cause his cheeks, neck, and chest to redden the more he drank, but this was not a testament to his drunkenness so much as a marker that he had enjoyed some whiskey. Perhaps this would allow Lucien to grow overconfident and end the charade early, but he wasn't about to hope for that just yet.

"It does get better the more you drink," Faolan said, sniffing in as he felt his nose beginning to run, "But then it gets worse, fast." He added, chuckling to himself a little. "We should take a break, let it settle, then go in for another one if you're still feeling steady." Despite his full belly, even Faolan knew that drinking this fast would only result with the both of them neck-deep in a toilet bowl. He definitely wanted to avoid that, even if it meant he had to "lose" Lucien's little game.

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Lucien could begin to see the change in Faolan's physique. He wasn't sure if he was actually feeling the alcohol, or if this was just the warmth of the alcohol that was making him this way. He could only imagine he also looked a little red. In their years of travel he had seen how he got when he was exposed to the sun for too long, similarly to how he was now. It was kind of cute, in all honesty. It made him smile.

"It's a matter of getting used to it, I suppose." He said, before his smile shifted into a bit of a grin again. "Though I should remind you that I already did have a glass of wine. That's three drinks for me versus the two you've had. Just.. throwing it out there." He said a little amusingly, just as the bartender stopped by again with two glasses of water.

"Gotta say I never thought I'd see the day where a Frenchman was holding his own against an Irishman in a drinking contest. Best of luck to ya." He said, before heading off to attend someone else. Lucien gratefully took the glass of water, it definitely helped to clear away a bit of the aftertaste of that whiskey. He couldn't help but feel at least a little proud that he was still hanging on, even if he could begin to feel physically affected in temperature, he still felt like his head was quite clear.

"I'm ready whenever you are, Faolan." He added.

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Faolan did laugh aloud at Lucien's next comment, even a little louder than he intended to. "Oh, just thought you'd mention that, hm?" He said, shaking his head and reaching for the bottle. He poured himself another round, his hand very steady, he was pleased to see. He poured himself one finger's worth this time, and tossed it back in one smooth motion.

As the bartender approached, Faolan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned toward the man, "Just give him a moment, he did start off with red wine, remember."

Faolan then turned back to Lucien and met his gaze as the Frenchman spoke. For the life of him, he could not pull his eyes away for a couple of seconds after he had finished speaking. When he felt as though he could move again, he shifted himself in his seat to lean slightly against the bar, grunting to himself as he did so. "Mighty confident now, give it a few and you'll be singing like the lads outside." Something in Lucien's eyes...it was making him uncomfortable, but he couldn't place exactly why.

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About an hour and a half later, the bottle of whiskey was nearly down to its last dregs. The bar had filled considerably, with men and women alike, as the work hour was done for the day and the weekend began. Faolan and Lucien continued their game, well past where a sober man would have stopped.

Although he was not as drunk as he has ever been, Faolan was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol now. He was much warmer than was comfortable for him, and had undone the first three buttons of his shirt and tied his hair back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of his eyes. He was glistening slightly with sweat, but it was not profuse, just enough to keep him cool. He was sitting on the stool, turned towards Lucien, and gesturing with an empty glass.

His words were just shy of slurring as he spoke, "Do you know where the word 'whiskey' comes from, anyway?" He asked, his voice a little louder now to carry over the sound of the other patrons.

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Lucien looked at Faolan almost innocently at his comment. "Indeed." He said a little amusingly. He should have known this would encourage Faolan to take another drink to even the odds. He honestly hadn't known that it would be this easy for him to rope Faolan into competition, but he liked how things were going.

At the Irishman's following comment, it was his turn to laugh. "I wouldn't mind, I can actually sing pretty well~" He said. It was something that he often had to do in Church, so he was well practiced. It did make him curious as to whether Faolan could do the same, but he didn't ask.

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By the time they had almost made it through the bottle, Lucien was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol. He felt a little lightheaded and.. awfully bright in terms of mood. He was very satisfied with himself, because by the fifth glass, it had been clear that Faolan was drunk, but Lucien was still hanging on. Despite that, though, Faolan had refused to give up, and they had continued to drink until they had almost swept through the bottle. The bartender had stopped a couple more times after this to offer them more water, and had commended him. Definitely one of the most resilient Frenchman he had ever seen.

The now red-faced Frenchman was facing Faolan, elbow on the table as he rested his cheek against his palm, swirling a cup of water in his hand. He couldn't help but not be able to tear his eyes from the Irishman in his current state. There.. was just something about him. He really wished they could do this more often.

At his comment, the nephilim raised his eyebrows and shook his head, golden eyes still on the Irishman. Right now it didn’t even matter how loud the bar actually was. He was focused on only him. "No, but I'd love to know." He said, clearly interested in what Faolan had to say.

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Faolan, clearly aware of how his drunkenness was effecting his body's responses, had hooked his feet under the steps of the stool to steady himself. The more they drank, the more time he and Lucien spent together here, the more at ease he felt. Being with him in a place like this, when he was sober, he thought it might make him nervous, but in fact it had the opposite effect. Despite the noise around the two men, Faolan had no trouble ignoring it for Lucien's sake. The Irishman was entirely absorbed in their conversation, no matter how inconsequential.

"Well," he began, swaying slightly on his stool as he refocussed his eyes on the small amount of whiskey left in his glass, "It comes from 'uisce beatha', means 'water of life'." He said before tilting the glass and letting the last few drops of liquor run down into his mouth. He couldn't taste it anymore, now that he was properly blocked, but for some reason he wanted to keep drinking. "I don't have to drink it, see..." he added, leaning toward Lucien slightly, "Because it runs in my veins."

Lucien couldn't help but crack a wider smile at Faolan's expression as he shared this information. He was swelling with pride, for someone who was not interested in drinking before, and the Frenchman couldn't help but acknowledge that. "Well," he said, "That sounds pretty romantic to me..." Leaning towards Faolan until the two were only inches apart. He kept his smile, glad for the proximity.

Faolan's first instinct, had he not been drinking whiskey for two hours, would have been to pull away from Lucien. Unfortunately, his body and his mind were miles away at the moment, and he could not quite react fast enough. In fact, he felt his eyes drawn to Lucien's lips for some reason, and felt his mouth hanging open slightly as hot breath escaped him.

"Oh, I agree with that, don't you Marie?" A foreign, female voice, brought Faolan out of his reverie instantly. He leaned back away from Lucien, almost overbalancing and steadying himself against the bar. He looked over to see that two women had approached them, pink in the face and scantily clad for being unaccompanied this late at night. One had dark hair, and the one who spoke had blonde hair. The two were completely slathered in makeup, and their perfume was so strong that Faolan had to fight the urge to cover his nose.

"I absolutely do, Charlotte." The dark-haired woman answered as she sidled up to Lucien and placed her had on the back of his chair. "And those accents! Where are you two from?" She asked, looking expectantly between the two of them.

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Lucien was snapped out of his train of thought by the two women that had approached him. Honestly his attention had been almost completely entranced by Faolan that he hadn't even noticed them. He didn't necessarily feel annoyed, but he wished he could have spoken with Faolan a little longer on the subject. He turned slightly toward the woman that had taken a seat next to him.

"I'm French. My good friend here is Irish." He responded for the both of them. He could tell by the women's accents that they were American.

"Oh? How interesting! What brings you all the way to Wisconsin?" The one named Marie asked, leaning a little more toward Lucien.

"Hmm? Ah, well we travel around a lot, this was just one of many stops we've made." His tone was bright and chipper as he spoke, in quite the good mood.

"To have home all the way from France, you've certainly travelled a long way! I hear the French language is very romantic, would you mind saying something in French for us?"

This was not the first time Lucien had heard this, so he didn't really mind, if that's what the woman wanted. "What would you like me to say?" He asked.

"You two were having such a lovely conversation before our arrival, how do you say romance in French?" Marie asked curiously. At this, Lucien couldn't help but smile a little amusingly.

"Romance." He said, but thick with his French accent. Throughout the years he had gotten a lot better at hiding it, but it came out completely when he was drunk like this.

"It sounds so much better when you say it!" The woman exclaimed, her hand running along the back of his chair. It was then that Charlotte turned to Faolan.

"What about you, big man? Do you want to say something in Irish for us?" She asked, leaning a bit closer to the Irishman.

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Faolan's mood and expression instantly soured when the women approached and began speaking with Lucien. It was clear that they were looking for companionship this evening. It was not the first time this had happened to him and Lucien separately, but the two had never been interrupted in this way before. Although he was unhappy, it would be unclear to anyone but Lucien, who had learned to read his moods and body language like the hands of a clock. He had leaned away from the two women and turned his body to face the bar, leaning over it with a slight hunch in his posture. He hoped they would leave soon, the smell of their perfume was making his stomach turn.

He listened to their conversation with Lucien and glanced at the bottle that they had left on the table, there was only a thin layer of whiskey left in the bottom. As the two women turned their attention to Lucien, he took the bottle and poured the last bit of alcohol into his own glass before tossing it back.

"Hm?" he hadn't expected to be spoken to, and had resigned himself to thinking that their full attention was on Lucien. Of course, he had been hit on by women in bars before, usually when he was working, but his gruff demeanor was enough to send them on their way within a couple exchanges. With Lucien, he knew this would not be the case. He was far too charming and polite to send them back from where they'd come.

He looked over his shoulder at the woman, but only briefly, and shrugged at her. "Nah, Irish ain't as pretty as French."

The light-haired woman shook her head, giggling too loudly for the situation, "Oh, you stop it! Look, Marie, he's shy!" she said, and leaned a little closer. "Pleeeeaaaassseeee...?" she pouted, leaning over so Faolan had a clear view all the way down the front of her dress.

He averted his eyes, and sighed heavily, clearly annoyed, "Grá", he muttered.

Charlotte leaned back, looking confused, "Grah!?" she exclaimed loudly, and both of them laughed again, "What does that mean?"

"Romance." Faolan said matter-of-factly, glancing at Lucien out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, no, really?" she asked in disbelief. There was a brief pause, but she leaned in again and placed a hand on Faolan's knee. "Well, lucky for you, I like the strong, silent type..." she said, getting uncomfortably close to Faolan's face.

Faolan tensed, but held back from jerking his knee away, fixing his eyes on Lucien to maintain his composure.

Charlotte did not take this as a sign to back off, and instead gave Faolan's thigh a squeeze. As she moved, her hand slid a little higher up, and Faolan twitched noticeably but did not pull away. "I see you boys are on empty, why don't we buy you a drink?"

"Actually," Faolan said abruptly, then moved to get out of his chair. As he did, Charlotte's hand fell away from his knee, and she backed up a step, not expecting his sudden movement. "I think we were just about to leave."

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Lucien didn't respond to the woman, turning slightly to look at Faolan as the woman named Charlotte spoke to him. It was clear by his body language that he was uncomfortable. He of all people knew that Faolan did not like to be touched, even more so by people he didn't know. His stare was more than enough to ask for his assistance, and honestly he couldn't say he liked how close this woman was getting to him. He was about to speak up, but he felt a slight tug on his shoulder as Marie sought his attention again.

"Oh you're about to leave? Well in that case, would you care to walk us home? I hear the French have the best manners. You wouldn't allow two women to walk home by themselves at this hour would you? We don't live that far." She asked, leaning closely against his shoulder. At this, Lucien hesitated slightly, knowing Faolan wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. They weren't wrong, walking home by themselves could be dangerous.. and while the sober version of himself might actually know better, his drunk self couldn't bear the thought. What if something happened?

"No.. of course not. We'll be sure to see you two home." He said, using that chance to also rise to his feet. For a moment his lightheadedness kicked in, and he almost lost his balance, however, Marie had been quite sure to hang on tightly to him, placing a hand on his chest.

"You alright there? You can hang on to me if it's difficult to walk." Marie said with a smile.

Lucien shook his head, attempting to pull away slightly. "It's quite alright, I just stood up too suddenly." He said before calling the bartender over and paying the tab. With that, they were quick to leave the bar. Despite his previous words, Marie didn't seem to be in a particular rush to let go of him. The fresh, cold air felt good on his face, but he didn't get too long to focus on the feeling as the woman spoke up again.

"So, what brought you two out tonight?" She asked.

"Hmm? Oh.. I saw a few men leaving the bar having quite the good time, and I got curious and wanted to give drinking a try." He didn't feel conflicted about being honest, there wasn't really any reason to hide why they had come.

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Faolan had taken the chance to stand, and waited for Lucien to do the same. A slight twitch in his lip betrayed his annoyance as Lucien stood and the woman put her hand against his chest to steady him. He looked away, almost in embarrassment, and felt the other woman gasp his arm. Again, he almost pulled away, but fought the urge and stood his ground.

Even in his drunken state, he knew that these women had some end game they were attempting to play. They were either prostitutes, or they were planning on having Faolan and Lucien jumped in the alleyway. Either way, they would be disappointed; Faolan, at least, was not interested in their company.

Charlotte smiled and looked up at Faolan with half-lidded eyes as the four made their way out of the bar. Faolan was steady walking, but having her hanging on him made him overbalance a little bit so he appeared more drunk than he was. She kept looking at him, and though he would glance down at her, his gaze did not linger long.

"Oh!" she exclaimed at Lucien's answer to Marie's last question, "That is just adorable! Marie, did you hear that?"

"Of course I did, he is just the cutest thing!" Marie said, but then paused a moment, slowing her walk and looking at Lucien, "Wait a minute, how old are you?"

"Oh, stop it Marie, I'm sure he's old enough." She looked back up at Faolan and squeezed his arm, "This one certainly is..."

Faolan pulled away from the woman a little and averted his gaze, tired of their chattering. "So, where is it you said you lived?" He asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.