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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Me, too," he said. And while he agreed about knowing your limit, Tristan hadn't had a lot of time to really explore his limit when it came to alcohol. But he was smart enough to know being out alone without someone who wasn't drinking likely wasn't the time to really put it to the test.

"Oh! Tristan," he said, turning to take hold of the other bloke's hand. He gave a firm but not too firm squeeze as he shook his hand, then let go to keep from awkwardly lingering. "Nice to meet you, Justin," he added with a smile. "What brings you here tonight? The music?" The DJ wasn't half bad. "The dancing? The ambiance and wine? Or something else?" Like company, he thought. Though he supposed, at least for himself, it was more to be alone without being alone, without being lonely or fearing he were having a heart attack as the silence pressed in from all sides. There was definitely no silence here.