Aubrey Rois & Briar Rose (pricked) wrote in doors,
Re: Phone Call: Aubrey/Dair
[Unfazed by the vanishing act, he just closes the door behind him and trails after Dair to the bar. More worried about his friend than he is about the carpet or an accidental waste of good booze, he reaches out and gently covers Dair's hand with his own for a moment before taking the glass from him. Spotting a cloth sitting on the bar, he dries off the outside of the glass before filling it properly and handing it back.] Who says you're the bad guys, Dair? [He frowns, leaning back against the bar so that Dair has some space, but reaching out to rest one hand against his waist. A simple touch to say, I'm here.]