Thank the Gods for her bold assertive friend who clearly took charge of what was happening, because Killa was completely unable to do much more then stare at her. She was always so beautiful no matter what she was wearing but that dress was something else and he was having a really hard time not letting his eyes keep dropping to the plunge neckline of the sparkling dress she wore. He didn't bother to intro Bryan, he could clearly do it himself if he needed to.
The pair kept staring at each other and he smiled nervously. He hadn't had the nerves before, because he'd reacted, been in the moment, she had needed him and he hadn't been able to over think the interaction. The full moon and being sober had probably helped the baksu to be more out of his head then normally was with someone he didn't know well. He didn't pay much attention to the interactions of Bryan and her bold friend, knowing full well that Bryan could handle the firecracker in the red dress.
"We'll take the vodka," he answered before Bryan did. "And our usual drinks." There was an amused chuckle from the bartender who clearly knew them. Killa's eyes never left Nadya, that intensity that was always present in him still there.
"You look really fucking hot," he managed to say and then realized that probably wasn't the best compliment and for someone better with words and weirdly romantic, but dark themes, it wasn't his best. "I mean you look gorgeous. And sexy." He swore he heard a snicker from Bryan and Ksenia.
"I like your dress." Wow this was clearly Killa batting a thousand. He almost groaned, he was usually so much better then this. He didn't say much, but when he did it was better then this.
"It'll look even better on your floor," came Ksenia's voice from beside her and Killa couldn't help the laugh that came. Her lewd joke seemed to shake him loose, clearly teasing, but also serious in her comment as she winked at Bryan and turned to gather the shots.
"It would," he agreed, catching Nadya's eye and winking. The shots were handed out and everyone looked at Ksenia for the toast. The blonde sighed dramatically.
"Must I do everything?" she asked with a roll of her eyes. Holding their shots aloft she spoke easily.
" Davajte vupjem za to, chtobu mu isputali stolko gorya; skolko kapel vodka ostanetsya v nashikh bokalakh!" [Let’s drink to the fact that we may have as much sorrow as drops of vodka that will be left in our glasses]
Clinking their glasses and smirking the the boy's wide eyes they all downed their large shots and put the glasses back on the bar. Killa turned to Nadya. "What did I just drink to?"