Re: The Enfant Terrible/The Jaded
He watched Kelly neck the smoking drink. All in one, like that. Emil had never put chemicals in his drink - and before you ask, he hadn't put chemicals in anyone else's drink either. Kelly looked like the kind of guy who relaxed the way a slinky unlinked, like his spine was marshmallow and his pupils were pure ink. Emil was relaxed. He was stood upright, but his shoulders were slack, it was just there was a lot of shoulder and a lot of sweater and his face didn't look like anything.
The people all crammed into the compartment looked to Emil as if they knew each other. They were wildly, madly getting to know each other drinking smoke, but financially upstanding? He could have taken the wallet out of the back pocket of the guy bopping nearest him, who was a little sweaty, a little wild-eyed, way too invested in whether the girl he was dancing with was going to fuck him later. From Emil's calculation, he was going to be disappointed.
Kelly managed to make the room if not stand-still then at least ripple with some kind of attention and Emil eyed him. "I'm not going anywhere." Which was true. The train had stopped. But the music pounded down his spine and through his temples and Emil looked - for Emil - relaxed about it.