"I'm Eian!" He gave her his name, even though she didn't ask for it.
Eian held himself with...it was hard to place it. Even while he wasn't particularly dressed up, there was a refined sophistication about his posture, about his attitude, mixed with a hint of casual grace that said he didn't care too much. He was Danaan, though, which meant at one point, his family had possibly been royalty. Perhaps it never really left the blood.
"Not always, but most of the time. It's one of the few places we can be ourselves, you know?"
When Tich served Lil her drink, he also brought Eian's, because Eian always drank the same thing. A drink called "Tich's Piss". Don't let the title fool you, it was an insanely good drink. It had a yellow glow to it, and it was Tich's own concoction, which is how it got its name. He raised Tich's Piss to meet her playful toast, but he did have a sip after, licking remnants off his lip afterward.
"There are some more chill areas in the back, though. Want a tour?" He flashed his eyebrows adventurously at her.