"Its nice to get away and have some fun." Tanner agreed, smiling a little at Kostya. He knew that Kostya drank only true Russian vodka or as close to as he could get. It was something Tanner had learned first hand after drinking some Smirnoff at a party once and then kissing Kostya. The face he'd made was one Tanner would never forget, and in the end, he'd promised he wouldn't drink such "crap" again. Not that that was a great big loss. Honestly, Tanner wasn't a huge drinker. And usually when he did, he mostly prefered Crown.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to brush it from his eyes. If it wasn't such a actual source of warmth for him, he'd get it cut already. Sometimes, okay most times, it really sucked being so cold-natured.
Still messing with his bangs, he tilts his head a little, taking a quick, closer survey of the man across from them and taking in the various shot glasses around his table. Remembering his manners, he spoke up. "I'm Tanner by the way.”