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Aurelius was drunk, he was well aware of what that felt like at this point, with how long he'd been around. His head was woozy when he moved and every thought felt like it was going through molasses, his fingers tingling where he held an ice cold cup, still half full. He wasn't quite sure how many he had gone through anymore, definitely more than he meant though. But, he had gotten distracted. Distantly, he caught himself raising the cup to his lips again, eyes drifting to said distraction.
God, what a distraction he was.
His name was, apparently, Wilbur. He didn't seem like the type to go to bars. But the coy looks he gave people who showed interest, winning drink after drink made it clear that he found the chase fun enough to show up if only for that. He had barely touched any of the drinks, fluttering his lashes and distracting the suitors enough to scooch the glasses down to the edge of the table, allowing any drunkard to grab it. It was possible he had been waiting for someone, a no show. Or he was fishing for information, if the intense gaze he had said anything. But at this point Aurelius was too drunk to care, and too enamoured with this devious, pretty man to think that sobering up might've been the correct course of action.
He looked down at the now empty glass, pondering if he was really going to make everyone talk about how he of all people had finally decided to show interest in someone. But he didn't care, the pretty man he'd seen fall from the sky was well worth any ribbing and rumors he'd suffer from showing interest. Well, and he was definitely drunker than he thought, if the way the world almost swayed when he stood spoke of anything. He leaned on the table for a moment, gathering his wits and stability, before he walked over to Wilbur's table.
He knew that he had been unsubtle, with how smoothly Wilbur's eyes slid to him, intense green boring into him, though not meeting his eyes. But the drunken courage that filled him drowned out any anxiety had held at that thought. He reached the table and slouched into the free chair, leaning towards the pretty man with a easier grin than he'd ever managed.
"M'nd if I buy you s'methin you'll actually drink, pretty boy?"
He bathed in the glee he felt at the look on his face, eyes widening slightly. Wilbur blushed lightly, adding a gorgeous flush to him, seeming to add a liveliness he hadn't noticed missing. He felt the grin on his face grow, almost more pleased than he'd ever felt. Enjoying the punch drunk feeling singing through his veins, almost as addicting as the bloodlust was. He focused on the pretty face in front of him as he heard him clear his throat.
"I have no idea what you could possibly mean, I clearly have no drinks that I've been leaving undrunk." The innocent tone making Aurelius laugh, beckoning a bartender to the table, before turning again to Wilbur.
"I'm sure you h've no idea, innocent virgin you clearly are," That startled a laugh out of the pretty man, sending a giddy glee through Aurelius. "But I might as well offer to buy you s'mthin you like 'nyway" Before he turned to the bartender, ordering himself another drink and then looking back at Wilbur expectantly.
Wilbur gave a pleased smile, half covered by a hand he had pressed to his mouth, with his elbow now propped on the table to allow him to lean in slightly. He looked to the bartender, "I'll have a lavender lemon drop, if possible." The bartender nods then walks away, though not without giving Aurelius a curious look.
"Fruity, I see, is it on brand?" He allowed his eyes to drag up and down what the table didn't cover, landing on those stunneding green eyes, the pupil slightly oddly shaped now that he was close enough to notice, but adding to the beauty of them. He felt giddy at the awkward nod he received, eyes drifting down to his neck, pretty and slim as it was. He almost purred, "Hm... that's good."
He almost ignored the drink that was set in front of him, but nodded to the bartender, eyes raising to watch Wilbur's face, now flushed a flattering red, as he raised his fancy cocktail to his lips.
He was taking this man home, one way or the other, even if he had to work for it. He had never felt this, intenseness before, not like this. He certainly wasn't going to let a man like that walk away. He raised his own drink to lips, and grinned once more, gleeful and hungry.