The life of a white mage was not without it's challenges. Today's challenges were enough to drive a man to drink himself stupid, find something pretty to rest his head on and pass out right there. It was times like this Darius wished he had taken his Ma's advice and spent more time actively looking for a woman to settle down with and take care of his needs.
That clearly wasn't going to happen tonight, so he decided to go for the next best thing. Hanging out with an equally pissy bud who could understand the desire to tell people to just stop fucking getting hurt and coming to you to make them feel better. It was times like this that Darius was thankful for how jaded Cormac was.
The other man was predictable and Darius knew exactly where he could find the other white mage with a fair amount of ease.
Pushing through the doors of The Goblin Punch, it'd only take a minute of letting his gaze sweep the crowd before he noticed the other man. A trip to the bar would be taken, a bottle of good wine and a glass being retrieved before Darius moved over and sat down at the table with Cormac.
"On me." Where the only two words out of his mouth as he poured himself a glass, knocking half of it back in one gulp and left the opened bottle on the table between. "Sometimes, I hate this city."