Malek Ackerman
You're my water. You're my wine.
The sudden weight of arms around his shoulders has Malek sloshing his drink in surprise, that amber liquid splashing onto his hand as a familiar voice announces her presence in his ear. Setting, what remained of his drink, the glass on the counter, he swivels in his chair to find Chizue holding onto him. His brows skyrocket in surprise as he watches this smiling, confident girl before him. Tilting his head at her, "Chizue, are you drunk?" he asks as she untwines her arms from his neck and plants herself on his right. Again, the vampire turns to face her, shaking his hand to rid the rest of the amber liquid from his fingertips as he watches with gray eyes as this new Chizue orders a drink.
When she turns her gaze back on him, he practically chokes as she states she wanted him on the beach. Quickly taking a sip of his drink, he returns his attention to her a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Is that so?" he purrs at her as the bartender returns quickly with her drink. "Of course, I'll drink with you, darling," he says, amused as he quickly orders another drink for himself, "Anything this beautiful woman orders can be put on my tab," he tells the bartender quickly before he turns to fully face Chizue.
"I never imagined I would find you in a place like this," he states, prying perhaps. Yet, Malek was curious, she was so different than the last time he had seen her. Before she had been more reserved, a bit shy, bashful and now she was flirting with him. Not that the vampire minded, he rather enjoyed the confident attention she was giving him. Grinning at her, he reaches a hand up to scratch at his beard, "Enjoying the rave?" he asks before reaching up strong fingers and trailing them through her unbound hair. How soft her ebony locks were.
"I see that drink of yours still in your hand, why aren't you drinking Chizue?" he murmurs at her before taking his own glass and tinkling it against hers. "Cheers," he offers a wink before he downs the rest of that amber liquid just as his new drink arrives. Quickly thanking the bartender, he grasps the new glass and peers at Chizue curiously. He was thankful he had decided to wander out tonight, he wasn't entirely sure he would have seen this woman again, she hardly seemed interested in seeing him again> Nevertheless, he smiles at her, scooting his chair closer so he could better hear her over the music.
As he leans towards her, a firm hand on his back, has him falling forward out of his seat, stumbling towards Chizue. He only just catches his drink before it sloshes all over the woman, his body very nearly pressed against the girl. Laughing to himself quietly, he sets his drink on the counter, looking down at her, "I think someone just stole me seat," he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. Not that he minded being close to the flirtatious girl.
You're my whiskey. From time to time.