Alexander

The Great King of Macedonia

The crash of chairs and shattering of porcelain filled Alexander's ears as his patrons all but fled from their seats in pursuit of safety from what was little more than smoke and slight of hand. The fire was nothing but an illusion, masterly crafted though it was. A huff left his lips as the Dark Hunter threw down the rag he had been wiping his hands with onto the counter. He moved with purpose as he abandoned the counter, moving against the crowd towards his Were-Horse and the poor girl who attempted feebly to climb her way up the chair, even if it resulted in the piece of furniture leaning dangerously far back on its legs. Frost glanced over his left shoulder and yet, it was far too late for the Were-Horse as Alexander reached out, his fingers easily grasping the man's ear in a near ancient display of parental irritation. Frost's name left his lips, that single word surely enough to prompt the war-horse to cease his childish antics when combined with that audible warning in his tone. He watched as Frost's gaze shifted between him and the young woman in an internal debate, one Alexander was content to speed along as he pulled harder upon the Were's ear. The gesture alone was enough to finally prompt Frost to stop, albeit with an audible sign of disgruntlement.

Those flames roared upward one final time in a dramatic display, their presence prompted yet another scream from the girl across from them before those flames all but vanished from existence. His grip upon Frost's ear finally lessened as he released the man, though his irritation had yet to truly settle, not when a single glance at his cafe showcased the very chaos Frost himself had caused. It was the sound of his mount's voice that drew Alexander's attention back towards the Icelandic man before he saw fit to inform him of exactly how unhappy he was. A scowl was altogether visible upon his features as he gestured towards the havoc wreaked upon his once pristine and peaceful cafe. How Frost seemed utterly unwilling to accept responsibility for the effects of his actions. Frost remained unmoving within his seat, his arms crossed over his chest in some act of defiance as he merely snorted at the Macedonian! Alexander's gaze narrowed, even as Frost nodded towards the quiet young woman in the arm chair across from him. For a brief moment, the blue-green of the Dark Hunter's gaze skirted towards the very mortal girl. That look was one Emerance knew well to shirk from as she slowly slid down from her perch upon the chair, wholly wanting to merely disappear into it's comfortable fabric. "Well, I don't think she created an illusion of fire, did she Frost?" Alexander retorted sharply, as his gaze turned back towards his Steed.

The very last thing that even Alexander had anticipated, however, was for Frost's sudden declaration that he was fired. An unusual look of utter incredulity crossed his features as the Dark Hunter repeated those words. His mount had the audacity to nod in agreement, clearly determined to continue down this path. That disbelief upon his features was quickly replaced with the very sort of righteous anger that the Conqueror had once been known for. How swiftly Alexander was inclined to dole out that 'punishment' that surely deserved the crime Frost had committed. His insistence that Frost would have to clean up the mess himself seemed to prompt a level of concerned doubt from the Were. Alexander glanced over his shoulder to the only woman who had remained at his side in that faux 'emergency'. He all but barked an order at her, prompting the poor barista to scramble to fetch the mop and bucket he desired. Alexander's arms uncrossed from his chest as he reached down, effortlessly plucking the Alpha from his seat as he grabbed a fistful of fabric from Frost's shirt. His supernatural strength made it easy to pull the man to his feet, despite their difference in height and Frost's loud protests. His Barista was already at his side with both mop and bucket, the two items were taken from the equally timid woman before Alexander thrust them into Frost's hands.

He stepped back, settling himself in the chair that Frost had moments ago occupied as he hissed a simple command for Frost to clean up the results of his little charade. The oceanic hue of his hard gaze never once left Frost as the Icelandic man seemed to stare at him with a continued defiance. The tension between them was almost palpable as the silence stretched on, that battle of wills so clearly underway. Alexander had little intention of backing down to his mount of all beings. To do so would only guarantee the fracture of their working relationship, much less a bruise to Alexander's ego that he all but refused to allow to pass. He watched as Frost's lips parted, only for the man in front of him to utter a singular word - no. A soft gasp left the lips of one of the patrons in the corner and slowly, Alexander's brow rose. He watched as Frost moved to lean the mop against the table, only to place the bucket he'd been handed down onto the floor. For a moment, that silence persisted again as the Macedonian remained in his seat, giving his mount a singular moment to...reconsider his stance on Alexander's imposed consequence. It was only once it became clear the steed had little intention of yielding that he shifted, pushing himself up to stand.

It mattered distinctly little to the Dark Hunter the height difference between them, the very confidence within the King was entirely tangible as he approached his Stallion. "No?" He inquired, offering Frost a final chance to concede. His lips parted, and yet, whatever words Alexander had been moments from speaking were interrupted by several shouts of surprise - including the voice of the girl now behind him. Alexander hardly bothered to glance behind him, his gaze wholly steadfast upon his horse, even though he could hear the movements of someone flopping down in the chair head moments ago occupied. He watched as Frost's gaze shifted over his shoulder, only to voice a singular name that Alexander had almost come to expect. That French accent, however, hardly reduced that scowl upon the Monarch's features, even despite the clear tease. The frown upon Frost's lips seemed to only deepen as a single foreign word was muttered beneath the man's breath. His steed's gaze cut back towards him as Matteo chuckled behind him and yet, this time, the Dark Hunter cast a glance over his shoulder at his son as Matteo mentioned those 'younger' days that Alexander was frequently glad were over. "Far more than I like." The Macedonian muttered in response.

His attention cut back towards Frost as he reached forward, grabbing the man by the elbow to turn him before pushing him with a firm shove upon his back towards the bartop. "Well, since you're not yet ready to clean you can remake everyone's drinks here as an apology for the mess you made but you will be cleaning up the cafe, Rixon." He continued, his tone entirely firm. After all, it hardly bothered Alexander if he was forced to close the cafe for days at a time until his steed gave in, patience was a virtue that Alexander had in abundance, particularly considering his immortal life. Emerance, meanwhile, stared at the sudden appearance of the unexpected man with large green eyes as his gaze turned attentively towards her. There was no doubt within her mind that he was certainly not human by any means, even in spite of that roguish grin upon his features. Her name upon his lips prompted the young girl to openly gawk at him. She was....rather certain she had never met the man, just as she was equally sure she had never told him her name. Was he like...stalking her?! "Who are you?!" She questioned with clear incredulousness, even as she scooted back slightly in chair, clearly of the belief that maybe it was best to be further away from him...