[The handsome- sorry, ethereally beautiful, what the fuck- stranger waves, and Kravitz looks to his right, assuming someone has taken a seat next to him in the past ten seconds and he hasn't noticed, because there's no other explanation for what is happening right now.
He's two drinks in. Not yet drunk enough to enjoy the thumping music or forget about his shitty day-week-month, but also not sober enough to be subtle. He narrows his eyes at Taako, confusion evident on his face, and points questioningly at himself. His finger jabs sharply into his own chest, and he mumbles 'ow' to himself.]
faeeeeeeeeEEEEE
He's two drinks in. Not yet drunk enough to enjoy the thumping music or forget about his shitty day-week-month, but also not sober enough to be subtle. He narrows his eyes at Taako, confusion evident on his face, and points questioningly at himself. His finger jabs sharply into his own chest, and he mumbles 'ow' to himself.]