Abyss Drinks

[Enlightened Savagery]

𝕯𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽

"ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

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＄The night time was precisely the period where the gold could shine the brightest, with silver glowing up on the sky in the form of a beautiful Moon. All the pure light could touch was material, attainable, able to be bought and sold by some price. This was also the law of that land, the rich region of the city, the kingdom of wealth where Don reigned supreme without a single worry for the lost of a dime, or of a life. All that mattered was the money rolling in, stacks and decks and that whole scenario. The luxury of life was only enjoyable to those with the right coin to make it work, and fortunately, his fortune was more than able to grant that style of living, high class and unstoppable in expenses, the loss barely comparable to the amount of gains filling his heavy pockets. The expensive figure, rich beyond imaginable, carelessly made his way into the top heads of Fantaisie and now ruled over those fancy streets with a iron fist, coated by jewels and blinding bling. Albeit, behind the scenes, moving the money and manipulating those below along.

The Simple Wealth, as some people came to know Don, was today exercising the reaches of his powers and connections, making contracts and settling deals, utilizing speech skills and intimidation to tap into yet another endless pit of money, of green papers and golden bars. This was not as easy as many would come to think, and after going through a day like that, nothing better than to take some time off and spend the wealth, see if he could make a dent on his own bank account. A challenge most fierce, but entertaining. With that idea in mind, the major league player decided to take a stroll as soon as those rich shoes stepped out of a skyscraper of a business building, the location of his last meeting with another corporate head. The large glass doors would be opened at his presence by large towering entities, body guards of wide frames, dressed in black suits and the cliche glasses, 4 of the men in total. Yet, standing more imposing than any of them, came through the Barragan king, sharp attire and tipped hat, hands deep inside the coat pockets during his stride into the open world. As expected, a black car of shady windows and reflective surface, being so clean, was in wait of the grand figure.

The bodyguards would follow suit in another pair of cars that couldn't kiss the wheels of Don's luxurious vehicle, but served their purpose. The destination had already been marked during the meeting's period, so as soon as those darkened doors lowered and closed firmly, with Donovan inside, sitting comfortably in brown leather seats, the engine started and they went forward with the night's plan. Of course, there were drinks within the marvelous machine, food and whatever else he could ask for, even a computer and other eletronics for his time killing, but for now, all the male did was sit back, cross one leg over the other and look outside, observing the passing lights and the light music playing through the radio, the main source hidden behind a shadowy glass separating the passenger from the lower class, but educated and trained, driver. Soon enough, nearly surfing through traffic and getting curious looks from the city people walking outside, amazed by the sight of the expensive car with two others behind it in almost perfect synch, the final turn would be taken, allowing for the ending stop.

Waiting for the door to rise before stepping out, Don moved over carefully from the leather seat and landed a confident foot on the pavement outside of Abyss, the exterior lights illuminating the finer details of his outfit, even as a formidable hand brushed off those broad shoulders. With the 4 towers reuniting behind him, Simple Wealth came into the bar with his clothing flowing with the breeze of his pace, every door on the way opened by his servants. Only when near the bar itself would the one with the hat aknowledge truly the giants on his payroll. "Wait outside" Directly said, objective, the four nodded, spoke into the devices located visibly on their ears, and left the premises, most likely standing outside where the vehicles were in wait. Finally alone, Don sighed, his face turning towards the counter before actually approaching a proper seat. Tapping against the surface, a bartender rapidly came up to him, his presence there not unknown, and highly respected. "Get me the Black Cellar" The worker already knew what he was referencing, the place used to his tastes and fame, so much that barely minutes would pass before the bottle of Pinot Grigio Chardonnay was already at his reach. Pouring it on a crystal clear glass, taking care not to add too much, the wealthy man himself served, the bartender long gone the moment the bottle was given.

Taking a modest sip, his gaze would soon trail off to the surrounding area, scanning the many faces there and glad not to see any drunks. Just the usual pretty people that so strongly tried to reach the top of their careers and dream of owning a portion of the money he possessed. Most would fail, the rest would likely not even try. The peak of the mountain was the result, but the most frightening step to the feeble minds. Surprisingly, there was an actual interesting soul inside that place, located at the bar and enjoying red wine by her lonesome. When it came to looks, few during his lifetime matched her beauty, but certainly none looked like such a potent authority. This attracted his attention, but not wholeheartedly in the direction of flirting, the carnal affairs, but of questioning, wondering what life that singular woman led. Aware that the female would certainly take notice of him, given the entrance, the atmosphere of the place changing according to his presence, well known by any businesses in that richer part of the city, his index and middle finger would rise up, and present her with a visible card, swaying it side to side gently just to make her come close to see what was in it. His expression the pinnable of neutral, with eyes holding all of the emotion as they stared with a piercing gaze. Usual for an apex predator. This actions an invitation for the interesting lady, as not only the conversation would be worth it, but his own looks were above even the model standard as wealth could make even miracles.＄

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𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊: 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉: Calm
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍: Alone
𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊: 𝔄 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙: ℑ'𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

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Lord Yozo

 

[Enlightened Savagery]

𝕯𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽

"ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

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＄Once it was clear that the woman was preparing to rise from her seat, and most likely meet his presence, Don gazed ahead, staring down at his own drink while simultaneously placing his cards besides the glass, waiting. Not moving an inch, the bare ears listened to words of subtle harsh tones, considering his actions as something less than refined, as if treating the female as nothing more than a paid escort looking for yet another nightly deal. Scoffing himself this time, the Simple Wealth finally shifted his gaze at her direction, observing the way she took a seat next to his own, taking the sweet time to analyze his physical conditions from top to bottom, shamelessly so, confident as most business heads were. This action alone spoke volumes of the first impressions made, and the more it was confirmed his action was not in vain. Yet, how useful it would be remained debatable. To rival the formidable looking woman, dressed well and with complexion divine, his stare remained fixated to the depths of her dark orbs, no matter where they aimed. Thus, there was no need to move when more words began to escape those luxurious lips, this time reflecting on how Don was maybe not what first thought, and questioning why a person of his caliber would wave at her. "I see power in you, experienced, I want to know what business you command, and that's all." Barragan spoke in a serious tone, no emotion over it, just lightly raspy, and extremely calm, collected. Swiftly, the index finger and the thumb rose the wine glass, bringing it to his lips slowly for a gentle sip, not removing his eyes from the woman's.

Putting down the glass, not paying much mind to whatever intentions her words carried behind in each syllable, the emperor of gold and silver continued to speak. "...If it's to make real money, we meet, so you might've just finally reached the big leagues" Taking a second to examine her details just a little more, his face turned to the counter, entire body directed the same. Barely a single alteration to his clothing, a small movement only. It was only then, by analyzing things, gazing up and a little around to the reflective surfaces, that Don picked up the stares at their reunion, the powerhouses of money and beauty in a single spot was indeed an impressive view for the common conscience, weak and poor as it were. Yet, much like the empowering individual sitting next to his physical form, there was no consideration for those witnesses, feeling their presences as nothing more than bugs curiously observing. The dirt had eyes, like always, unfortunately. Then, moving things along, the mysterious and imposing woman asked him what the kingpin was doing there, in a bar of high classic standards on a regular night. Raising his eyebrows, the usage of a general 'pickup' line as it was known causing a dent to the impression, the male looked at her, expression just as neutral as before.

"Live on top for long, and you start missing the most humble levels. This place just feels comfortable enough" Nonchalantly, the answer came, and with a single eyebrow now standing, more speech was given, "And how about you? First time coming around?" Deciding to present a more social version of himself, to dig more into who and what this soul was, and represented, the male asked back to get the exchange going further, more friendly, more casual. It was just that Lei had been around the area often, knew the place like the palm of his hand and controlled the region with the ends of his digits, and still had never encountered the woman before, as attention calling as her looks were, and how blunt each word escaping those apparently tender lips were. Of course, the bluntness was usual, people in his places had to stand their ground, it was just a rare sight to hear it from a muse kind of face. And since her skills had not been shown, her power still hidden by good looks and offensive ways, Simple Wealth thought that maybe her rightful position was sitting for a photoshoot, and not dealing with actual business. Her worth was curious, but still low to the filth on his standards, until convinced otherwise.

Independent of the reply given, that entity at his side kept his senses up, the confidence and the demeanor hints of behaviors the man possessed when money was not nature, but yet a material he had in bulk, high on the paper and the coin, the shiny lifestyle before wealth was nothing more than an easily obtained power. " You have goals in this city? Making more of a name for yourself?" Perhaps he was being a tad straight forward, the questions lacking emotion and sensitivity, but there was the feeling his 'opposing' force was not going to pay much mind to it, just casually answer it in a way he could not yet guess, but wouldn't be surprised of it, most likely. The chances of this encounter being fun a fifty fifty porcentage, but hope was indeed the last thing to die, despite having his own murdered once.＄

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𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊: 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉: Calm
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍: Alone
𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊: 𝔄 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙: ℑ'𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

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Lord Yozo

 

[Enlightened Savagery]

𝕯𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽

"ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

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＄A nod, simple and honest, was all that was given to the questioning woman when she stated that it was a nice view to see one of such caliber, within the confines of a place like that, below the standards of his own wishes. It was true for him, aware that the money stored and accumulated was the massive structure upholding the presence of Don anywhere he went, the mere steps of that man a reflection of giants in the business world, with him standing at the peak of the charts without having to break a sweat. Of course, there was respect for him and his ways, the big names knowing full and well of Simple Wealth's skills in the trade, and the overwhelming methods utilized to get ahead of everyone else in the game. The female was ignorant of this, but the safety of everything she had worked for in any number of years was in great peril just for being near the physical form of that blessed, rich individual. The money on her, the mere coins, all was within reach of his power, and with a single slip up, her bank accounts could be drained entirely. Confident on these facts, the need to please such a wickedly refined beauty was nonexistent.

Giving the shortest chuckle possible, lacking any expressions whatsover, still with the same enduring gaze, the money rolling man listened to her explain that her stay in the city was truly temporary, plans to move out soon most likely shifting behind the scenes as they spoke, the enchanting rear not important in the slightest on the grand scheme of things, but it still rose questions as to what were the real causes of the long haired one being there. People were nasty, filthy, ulterior motive driving them in so many occasions that the world of business, of power and ego, felt refreshing at certain situations when the masks came off, the cards placed in an all in. So, as expected, there was no way to simply trust one like her would just be waltzing around town without a single reason why. Foolish is he who doesn't believe he can't be fooled. "damn shame" Was all Donovan would say, knowing of the city's potential, about some of the citizens, and the odd occurences that actually resulted in profitable scenarios. With enough luck, and experienced vision, chances were the understand would enlighten itself upon that ignorant mind. Good luck was all he could say so far, albeit in mental whisper.

While now, the company stood with her second glass, finished and pouring the third, Barragan was done with his first one, taking sweet time to enjoy it, and to savor it well. In that gain centered conscience, the ponderings as to why her alcohol was fleeting so rapidly raised a few flags, the behavior seen before in considerable situations where the night could lead anywhere. From stains on Ubers, to temporary gossips behind the bar counter, to the closed doors of his room. Sincere as only a machine of financial expansion could be, the idea of enriching the curves of that venomous tongued figure not truly sticking to the panel of likely results. To see what she was actually made of, what profit would develop from perhaps connecting strategies, sponsoring or even being sponsored, those possibilities were the aim of his approach to her. The card exposed, a mere black and white one, with the title Don Barragan in exquisite font, followed by professional digits linked to nothing but expandable phones. "You focus on the wrong things, simple thinking like that will bury you in this city, but the potential is there" Honest to God, and to Hell and back, there his words went in the usual monotone manner. Reacting just to what was mentioned, and analyzing, being truthful to his personal laws, made unbreakable by experiences many times untold.

The next question though, would attract a more curious glance, the eyebrows furrowing at it in slight disbelief. It had been a while since a single soul had mentioned a thing about his family name, and if they once possessed power. Shaking his head slowly, pouring another glass to himself with extreme patience, the eyes remained fixated on the flowing substance into the transparent material. "huh... I'm a Barragan, but never met any that came before me. The title meant nothing until I made it strong, standing atop even the ones above you" Donovan Lei Barragan was as nonchalant as anyone could possibly be when answering, as if the claim was nothing but common sense and evident truth. Finished with the preparations, another sip was taken from his glass, focusing back on the opposing sex. "Your family name has a past? and as a simple favor, share your full name as well" It was clear that whether the full name was given or not, or even if the first part was answered, the care for it didn't exist in the slightest. Crystal on those dark orbs that examined the woman at each movement made, subtle and silent. Yet, keeping the same structures of his complexion unchanged, more words were brought forth in honesty. "... And with that wine, careful, my impression of you is quite well, but alcohol might ruin it, and the night as well" This time, the man had in mind that the words could lead to a backlash of some sort, but to see the reaction would maybe be entertaining, if not revealing of some certain theories.＄

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𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊: 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉: Calm
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍: Alone
𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊: 𝔄 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙: ℑ'𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

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Lord Yozo

 

[Enlightened Savagery]

𝕯𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽

"ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

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＄Tilting a head to the side only to listen to her words over the matter of simple thought, it was possible to notice by how the sentence was organized that the advice was not taken in the correct way. Matter of fact, it seemed like some emotion was added to her answer with the mention of how the people didn't fit with the vision her businesses carried. For a second, the body remained silent, frozen like a statue as the mind pondered, gaze cold. "I see, there some steps yet to climb if your vision still includes the 'people', but as I said before, there is potential" Repeating somewhat the line utilized previously, there wasn't a shred of care for the nature of what each syllable represented to the woman's ears. After all, in his sight, her potency belonged to the most basic levels of creativity in making the proper profitable ideas. Still, there was no denying that the brand under her command, whatever it might've been, could hold significant power even to the Simple Wealth, and it would be unwise to merely treat this encounter as a needless conversation, without the chances of it bearing fruits, in one way or another, money wise.

Then, the chilling eyes of darkened color observed his own card be pulled away from his reach, taken from beside the mighty fine glass of wine and onto her hand, gripping gently as the woman analyzed the contents of that singular material, humble and objective as it was. Truly without worry over her opinion on it, there was the curiosity to maybe learn what she thought of it, her view on his name, but then again, it seemed that this individual had no idea of who the subtle Barragan was. Not surprising, as the major players were all beneath his control, suffering the fear of having their entire lives wasted with their money being drained from their grasp in the matter of minutes, at most. This also counted with the respect from how he handled meetings and contract making, imposing and unstoppable in regular situations. The tik of a second was enough to submerge the contents of his bank accounts with another fresh portion of money, precious jewels and gems, and golden bars. As lavish as one's life and time could be. But all of this, from behind the scenes, pulling the strings of international and national enterprises, and brands of varying lines of work, so it would be common for his name, well treated as it was, to be left out of the light seen by the 'smaller participants' of the world of money flow.

Alexandria Black. Much like the other way around, the name didn't truly ring a bell, but it felt strong, somewhat intimidating with the meanings behind the first name, and the sheer weight that the second naturally packed. It was perhaps a somber title, but it wasn't like his own didn't share some of the atramentous vibe. His was most likely more on the professional side, without the whole spice. In whatever case, the revelation was received with a nod of appreciation at her direction, the ends of those short dark lines swaying lightly with the movement. "Simple if you make it so" Casually, the comment was made at her answer, stating herself that it was in the simpleton caliber, but without much to add to it, another sip was taken from the dainty glass and his focus returned to the counter momentarily, reflecting on certain subjects before moving things along. Of course, making sure the seconds of pondering weren't long enough to cause a possible awkward silence, or raise suspicions as to what occurred within the expensive mind.

The next interesting bit would come in the form of her presenting skills in the deparment of drinking alcohol, exposing resistance and a smug confidence when doing so. Gulping the liquid down without worry, maintaining a formidable pose, and cleaning up after the action in the most finesse way known to the regular crowd, Alexandria proved the capability to handle a single glass of wine in one go. At the words, hinted all over with a light taste of a challenge, Donovan raised a single eyebrow for three seconds and stood silent, taking yet another gentle sip from the wine brought out especially for him by the bartender and the fear of getting fired. "That is indeed real, and perhaps, it falls under known theories, of people saying that powerful people can withstand alcohol with no trouble, maybe you're like that..." It was some sort of compliment, at chance, but that wasn't the end of his words, trying a hand at the stinging part of their little interaction. Furrowing eyebrows lightly, staring into the depths of her pupils with the blank facial expression, and packing that same faintly raspy voice of an experienced man, Barragan claimed, "Yet, I'm not all that certain your good looks can survive more of that wine you drink. Beauty is a fleeting thing, and it fades rapidly, more so than normally thought" Coming back with monotone speech carrying more of a challenging essence, the smooth baller went back to his own wine glass, savoring a most tender and slow sip with the trademark unbreakable confidence.＄

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ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ▋

𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊: 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉: Calm
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍: Alone
𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊: 𝔄 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙: ℑ'𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

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Lord Yozo

 

[Enlightened Savagery]

𝕯𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽

"ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶, 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

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＄Reacting to his words and brief actions, it was clear that the alcohol was starting to truly get a grip on the woman. Her physical responses were much more sincere, even more blunt than the moments before, and to handle the weight of her own form was apparently becoming a harder task to be responsible of at each passing second. With all of that happening, the man felt right in finishing his mere second glass, the pace many times slower than the opposing figure when it came to downing that intoxicating substance. In fact, it was odd to live through that, being the 'overwhelming' one at that situation and still the most sober, with less alcoholic liquid running through his enriched veins and allowing for a detailed observation of all the little steps taken by Alexandria descending into the swirling madness that was getting drunk. One had to wonder what kind of events led the bougie looking woman to accept drinking that much and reaching that point with someone she didn't know. Perhaps there was something reciprocate in their interaction, in terms of the potential for power one saw in the other. Well, now it would be either too hard, or considerably easy, to figure it out as the truth serum that was the buzz would most likely work its terrible magic.

With the answer that she 'indeed made it so', the tone of voice gave away more on her status. The smile, that she so proudly kept contained, laced with venom after each harsh phrasing, now seemed a tad more honest, and less packed with ill will, probably judging his ways and personality. It was a known fact that the first impressions were not that stellar with Donovan, as the methods utilized by the money maker went into different paths and generated outcomes that few people could understand, but with results that were undisputable. Pouring yet another glass to himself, this time with more speed to it, Simple Wealth turned to gaze at Lady Black, shifting his body along so his torso would also be directed towards her. Now, there was no need to maintain a more distant pose relating to the other, as harmless would be the key to describe the atmosphere revolving around her. Of course, the alcohol could bring hidden sides and skills, but to one as confident, the fear lacked basic existence. "In what industry does your name have weight? I would place my chips in modeling, or fashion, personally" Barragan guessed her line of work, what kind of career stood below her belt, but as many times before, the chance of being wrong was real.

Then, chuckling lightly, the show of her almost spilling the red contents of her fancy glass was somewhat unexpected. More on the side of himself not having in mind the possibility of dealing with a drunk that evening, but still relevant. Scratching the base of his chin, tediously in appearance but not feeling anything enough on that sense to truly be bored, the manipulator of all that had worth pondered about the situation both found themselves in, and casually, the comments came from brain to mouth. "You are splendid, but the floor just might be where you spend a few moments if that alcohol is not handled. Take your time, and there are also hotels around if you don't want a long trip home after this, presuming you have enough money to get an Uber" The woman had been fortunate that the patience was momentarily impressive, coming from Lei. Usually, the way to go would be to just leave the people behind, no matter how nice or attractive, to go deal with other scheduled tasks. In this scenario though, time was on Donovan's hands, and he had plenty to spare for the rest of the night, deciding to relax with a visit to the bar. Yet, again, there was the need to admit the curiosity in seeing what else happened to Alexandria, and how she would react to things, believing that much like herself, he had stumbled upon a rare encounter with the other involved in the conversation.＄

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𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊: 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫
𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉: Calm
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍: Alexandria Black - The Drunk Biz
𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊: 𝔄 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙: ℑ'𝔪 𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

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