Eian leaned on the bar as Tich acknowledged his call. His gaze shot back to her as she spoke and his lips spread in a soft smile.
"Tich is small, but he's still faster than the other bartenders."
And Eian ought to know. Whenever he had free time, or downtime, or just needed to have a good time, Bedlam was usually the first place he showed up at. He enjoyed the music, the pulsing lights, the warm, free bodies, and the chance to meet new people. Like Liliana.
Eian wore a black collared shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. The muscle definition in his arms and the slender build of his lithe body showed that he was in good shape, but he didn't over-do it either. His pants were black skinny-jeans, true to the trend of the day.
And his ears were pointed, giving away his Elven heritage. Once he walked out of here, he had to hide them, but in here, they didn't matter. He also had a nonchalant confidence about him, which some mistook for arrogance.
"What's your name? I don't think I've seen you here before."