Re: At the bar
Admiring the reflection of her blue eyes above the rim of a berried drink, Lukas took a long pull from his beer. He could feel the vibrations of music rising up to his palm from the oaken plane of the bartop. His fingers tapped, mimicking a beat he couldn't hear.
And, just look at who was trapezing over, dressed like Little Miss Muffet in all that pink! Lukas didn't dream of the demonchild in cotton candy colors, but it seemed to be a frequent theme, so he'd consider it for the near future. She seemed full of verve and liquor.. and like an idiot, he smiled, as if under the mistaken impression that they were friends. The undulation of a gentle buzz left him actually overlooking the way she spoke in invisible riddles. If she spoke at all, he wasn't aware of it. Although, the extension of her greedy palm proved that he'd missed something in the last moments, and Lukas regained a firmer posture as confusion settled in.
He gave Cassie a glance before cluelessly extending the notepad and pen, opened to a fresh page, to Momoko. She seemed to want it for a reason.