Azar looked at Trodai as he made his observation, “You’re right, you can’t help yourself, can you?” He queried with a knowing smirk. He didn’t elaborate, but that glint in his eye was enough to get the point across. He purposely held eye contact as he took a sip of to finish off his drink. He decided that he was bored watching the fight and wanted to get back to mingling. Azar was robbed of a potential second threesome, so he would spend time drinking or looking for food.
He was situationally aware enough to have caught Trael glancing his way several times for one reason or another. Azar hopped off the table, avoiding stepping over a braintail, before he strolled over towards the bar. He didn’t join the larger group just yet, instead spotting the human male that sat there looking like his mind was going through a software reboot.
“You left this,” Azar said with a grin, holding over the ridiculous, hot pink jacket that went with the silly pants Trael wore. He glanced up at the other man, physically far shorter and lighter, and yet commanding the presence of a titan.
He turned towards the bar, ordering a few drinks for himself, Trael and Trodai. Standing between the two men, he bent over the bar, resting his elbows on the ledge while waiting for the drinks.
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