Re: Log: Loki (Nish) and Aedan + Bartender
A cat, with a mouse, could scarcely be as entertained as Loki was right now. He’d lived a long, long time, but he’d found it was rare to find someone who could not only take the bait he flung out, but also parry it back with nearly equal skill. It wasn’t so much the search for a ‘worthy adversary’ as his blood brother would have said, but just the need to break up the downright monotony of daily life. What was the point of life if you couldn’t make time to play, after all? Over all these long years, Loki would often lament that if only the gods had understood that all he’d wanted was a bit of entertainment, many unpleasant endings could have been avoided.
This handsome mortal next to him did not disappoint, and was as eloquent in person as he was behind a screen. Loki almost answered his question, parting lips to compliment his guess, only to receive compliments of his own. His smile shifted from amused to pleased, and he gave a nod of thanks. “Nor do I,” he replied, breaking eye contact just long enough to glance over one shoulder as the bartender placed a glass in front of Aedan. “I got this one,” he instructed, quickly turning eyes back on his prey. “I say you’ve earned at least one so far,” he added with the hint of a smirk.
He took a breath, then a sip of the whiskey, the only one Nish drank anymore. An homage. James really had had good taste; it was a fine Irish whiskey, complex and heady. Not quite top shelf, as he hadn’t been a very pretentious man, but good enough to be sipped and not sunk. “So,” he said, the smirk returning, “If Star Trek is Classical and Star Wars is Rock and Roll, what the fuck would you call Doctor Who?” He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the situation and the topic were so incongruous it was absurd.