Erik von Brandt 🔥 Roy Mustang (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} burningitout) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
The fact that Holly was checking him out didn't exactly make Erik feel self-conscious. He might have been thirty, but he was still damn good looking. You had to be, to be successful in the music industry. He might not be front and center on stage, but you could bet that if he didn't stay hot, it would be all over the internet in no time. That was what being famous was like, after all. Everyone had something to say about whether you gained a few pounds. Erik wasn't about to, anyway; believe it or not, he was well aware that there was always the possibility of trouble starting, and he wanted to be in good enough shape to keep up, if it did.
Gentleman was the furthest from the usual description of Erik that he'd ever heard, but he didn't argue about it. He could play gentleman for the night, if she really wanted him to, but somehow Erik didn't think that was the direction this thing was actually going. If Holly had wanted a gentleman, she wouldn't have have gone for him in the first place. Everyone knew what Erik was like, and no one expected him to actually be a gentleman about it, when it came to what he did with pretty girls.
Physically, he and Holly were a good match, dark-haired, dark-eyed, and pale skinned. They probably made a very attractive couple, walking toward the bar arm in arm. Hey, it was important, whether you looked good with the person you were with, if they were technically your date... and, since he had promised he'd be buying Holly's drinks, and basically asked her to the party on the boards, as far as he was concerned she definitely was.
"So, what's your drink, or are you going to make me guess?" It wasn't like Erik was a pro at guessing a girl's drink, but he could make a good stab at it, sometimes.