Re: Garden
"Emerson, you mean?" Magnus asked, amused. With a wave of his hand, he cleared a patch of ground free of fallen leaves and dirt - wouldn't want to ruin his beautiful suit - and sat down next to the boy. "Since I presume you're the distant cousin he spoke of last time we talked."
He took the bottle gingerly, but tossed one back easily enough. The taste brought back memories in a rush: the Dutch sailors he'd seen growing up in Indonesia had drank much the same thing four hundred years ago. Ah, how time flew. "Have you seen me?" he demanded, mock-insulted as he handed the bottle back. "If I don't regularly excuse myself from the party, I shall outshine our host. And that would be a terrible breach of manners."
He ran his fingers through his hair, preening. "My name is Magnus, by the way. Magnus Bane."