Castor ❡ Pollux (thedioscuri) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Castor was successfully distracted from the wall menu by her, and following her finger -- oh, what nice wrists she had -- he nodded his appreciation at her picks. He didn't consider himself a wine expert in the least; all he did was drink what he liked. Trust the lady to pick out the good ones. But he hated having to make complicated decisions, especially when it came to alcohol, so holding up his index finger to indicate to Syrinx that she should hold on, he angled himself toward his brother, who was within a few feet of them, glass to his lips.
"Hey, Polly. One or two? Think fast."
In return, Pollux flashed him a rude finger without even breaking his attention away from his drink. Grinning, the darker-haired of the two tried for a second attempt. "Seriously, one or two?" This time, his brother gave him a peace sign, which meant a two, and Castor faced away, smugly satisfied.
"Alright, second one it is." He waved a hand to flag down the bartender, laughing quietly under his breath.