A drink and a snark? (Stark boy)
There was a thing that he really wanted to do. The need was not there. There was no need for it to happen. Not for the rest of the world. For him, yes. And it was selfish. He knew that. And he knew that there was a possibility that she would hate him for it in the end. But that wasn’t going to stop him.
Timing had to be right, however. As much as he wanted the thing done, he couldn’t just do it right now. Not right now. Soon.
Until then, he was going to sit and brood. Study the world around him, observe the people in it. Watch. Wait. Try to enjoy himself just a little bit.
The bar was not the usual place that the fairy would find himself. He didn’t frequent the spots that didn’t blast music. He didn’t like the places where there was no dancing. Simon liked show. He liked to be entertained. Usually. Tonight, however, he was going to just be. Perhaps one of the others, one of the ones who the aliens had brought along for the ride, would also show up. If one didn’t, he wasn’t going to be upset about it. Being alone would be just as acceptable. For once.
He did, however, keep to his usual tastes when it came to drink. The concoction wasn’t fancy, but it was fruity. The grenadin would have tinted the liquid red, if there had been color in this world. He’d instructed the bartender to keep pouring it in until it could almost be smelled above the liquor. Simon sipped at it slowly, his eyes calmly casting about his surroundings as he faced the wrong way on the bar stool.