Davian & Kerr
"Hey, kid, wait." Davian called out to Kerr's pet and waved him closer. Then he passed a coin into his hand. The coin was glamoured to look like one of the tokens Galad had handed out for free weed. "Get some for me, too." Davian grinned and clapped the boy on the shoulder to run along.
When the boy ran off again, Davian chuckled and took a drag from his blunt, his third free one of the night. "That's me. In person." he breathed out softly, smoke curling up around the stumps of black horns in his dark hair. Davian's gaze raked over her form. "No autographs, please."
Smirking, Davian offered her his blunt. "Kerr, right? What's with the chump? Fan boy?"