Caleb and Davian
"What are you, the waiter? The help?" Davian snorted as he approached Caleb, a smirk on his lips. "Someone paying you, at least?"
He snatched up one of the drinks, tossing it back like it was some shot glass, and set the cup back down a little harder than necessary. His eyes shifted over to the waterfall where the angel was still standing, Ambriel's wings making him stand out more easily than anyone else in the room. With a snicker, Davian shook his head and turned to face Caleb fully. "Seriously, what the Hell are you doing standing around, man?" Eyes running down the other boy's figure, he took in his clothes and a slight smile touched his lips.