if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?This place was slowly starting to grow in a busy way. People started to enter in from the streets like it was routine, and they had been doing it all their life. Some of them had a certain scent to them; Some had too much cologne and perfume on. While some others just smelled of booze already. They must of been bar hopping. Grand.
But Braxton didn't come here for a quiet evening of sipping on something flavorful, and in his mind, quiet smooth.
He came here because he was rather bored of the people back at the mansion, and knowing if Vitani was around, she'd be coaxing him to go out and be "social".
"Braxton darling, why don't you go out and see some people? Maybe you'll make a friend and you can bring them home."
That is exactly how she'd say it, but he couldn't exactly imitate her exactly tone of voice and vocals. Maybe if she wasn't immune to mental trickery then sure. But the mental recording would have to do.
He rolled his eyes as he would take a sip of his drink and look disgruntled; Something wasn't right with this. But before he would even begin to make a clamor at the bartender who made his drink, he would notice a pretty face two seats away from him. Cocktail dress and hair done nicely.
Seems like someone knew how to carry themselves, and she liked her liquor strong.
"Hmmm. There's something about you..."
Braxton thought to himself as he would tap the bar top and the bartender that helped him came over.
Trying to remain calm, he leaned in to the male server and looked at him like he was about to give him a passionate kiss. Of course he was doing this to toy with the people in the room.
He quickly saw the other male grow uneasy and he smirked, and his eyes were filled with that glint of trouble.
"Listen mate... This drink, doesn't taste like it should. So how about you give me some Gin and Tonic, and I'll overlook your blunder. Savy?"
He grunted loudly as he would sit back down at glance back over towards the pretty face, two seats away.
Oh dear, how could he stir up trouble with this one. Or perhaps, how could he associate himself somehow?
He'd let her make the first move though, as his drink was placed on a napkin. Before Braxton would let the bartender leave, he took a sip of the drink and let the aroma and flavors roll around his taste buds.
This was much better.
"At least you can make a bloody Gin and Tonic. You're free for now."
He said brashly as he dismissed the young man, taking another sip of his drink and wondering how that fair maiden would move now.
Braxton
Don't believe thy majesty,