#Bad decisions sure have a broad meaning huh u__u

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🧋 - to offer your muse a drink . (aventurine trying to get him to make bad life choices)

Penacony has been nothing but an exercise in bad choices.

So how should he perceive the cup that holds a bitter taste and a lively kick? Amidst the wild array of showlights that danced upon other sections of this club, to the natural, hypnotic sway and jig of many bodies indulging themselves in connection upon the throne of superficial, here's this bastard once again. More good times were made for his good ol' pal Caelus, that hypnotic gaze reflecting an invitation as a lorded source above that very glass.

It must be pretty damn bad if this guy of all people was taking pity on him. He has to look like hell. (Hardly getting any sleep while dead asleep, the irony.) It led to the brawler's face twisting into a visage of discontent and impulsivity as he snatches that very glass. "I swear this bullshit here is for people dead set on running away. Makes me sick." Which the natural conclusion was to become an utter hypocrite in that same notion.

A head tilted swig is taken of that very glass. Instead of glamor, he vies for the burn, rather than pristine wishes, what a gnawing side of him aches for is a form the thorn-like reality to be signified through his body. It felt as if his actual body above and this one received the potent height of being gluttonous with the alcohol. That too is fine, so is the fact his breath may reek of the stuff later on.

Oh well, come what may.

Allowing the fogged over glass to be tilted one way to another in his grip, it clicks, something about this whole situation simply wants to make him laugh. Where in the hell was this 'faith' in their bond coming from exactly? One big situation, a show, and here they were, seeing him be utterly fucked up as his feeling remained wired with constraint and flared all at once.

"........"

"Just can't stop moving one way or another, huh?" Motion at the least meant going somewhere. Whether a path ahead, circles of pointlessness, you name it. Seething within the depth of his being was an urge to let his body sing in exertion, to let his will be the proud caster and immutable flame that burned that desire strong. Maybe another thread of fate decides to join this pit of fancied indulgence. For upon the musical track lies a switch, a rhythm that sings to that very desire.

Being met with a temptation leveled in simplicity almost felt alien at this point. It's enough to bring their initial conversation to a pause, the approving holler of the crowd behind them sweeping his attention as the continuous thrum of that song echoes in his body. Unknowingly to the Trailblazer, he began to bop his head to it, a lost sense of vigor attempting to spark to life as he tacked his glass to the countertop.

He's led towards the sea of bodies that part as if charmed by a siren's song. An idea was brewing, not exactly a means to forget, but simply an act that must be performed for a heart such as his. Being Aventurine's valued guest was enough to warrant attention from some of the other partygoers. Despite those eyes, despite the hint of a growing show light beginning to bubble with life as it follows his direction, within moments he's letting his body express.

Caelus is both content and hates the fact that he very much wishes to learn about his new friend. So why not show him the results of this very gamble?

A firm pop of the hips!

A flawless roll of the head, enough to cause the spotlight to immediately brighten upon his figure.

Only then would a gloved hand ascend, bringing that very attention with a directed point towards one of Penacony's VIPs. Another searing show light situating over their figure (the technicians believed this was planned), leading to the warrior's whimsy to bring.. no, force this very situation upon the Stoneheart.

"How about we get to know each other a little better?" He mentions, offering up a challenging smile in tune with a cant of the head, allowing that silver hair to highlight the deviousness in his features, those golden eyes locked in.

"Let's show 'em how it's done, my friend."

@apocryphis