[His smile only grows wider as the other man just looks befuddled. Ah, perfect. He needs someone here by themselves, someone looking a little out of the crowd. Someone who might be willing to follow him out of this dark place, to somewhere he doesn't remember, and somewhere he won't be found. He raises an eyebrow across the floor, but starts to approach regardless.
It's hard to place, as he moves, because it's easy enough for Kravitz to write it off as the lights, as the sound, as the alcohol buzzing through his system, but something us undoubtedly off about the man crossing the floor. Something about him just catches strangely, in the pull of his smile, to the curve of his wrist, to his eyes that always seem to shine.
Before Kravitz knows it, the man has pulled up next to him, slid into the empty seat next to him at the bar. His hair falls over his shoulders, soft and inviting, moving down free to just past his waist. He reaches up and tucks it behind one of his ears as he smiles that too sharp smile directly at him.]
Yeah you, goofus. Wanna buy me a drink? You look like you could use some company.
YESSS
It's hard to place, as he moves, because it's easy enough for Kravitz to write it off as the lights, as the sound, as the alcohol buzzing through his system, but something us undoubtedly off about the man crossing the floor. Something about him just catches strangely, in the pull of his smile, to the curve of his wrist, to his eyes that always seem to shine.
Before Kravitz knows it, the man has pulled up next to him, slid into the empty seat next to him at the bar. His hair falls over his shoulders, soft and inviting, moving down free to just past his waist. He reaches up and tucks it behind one of his ears as he smiles that too sharp smile directly at him.]
Yeah you, goofus. Wanna buy me a drink? You look like you could use some company.