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There was something prim and proper about the way Alexander introduced himself and Elias tried to keep a straight face for he didn’t want to insult the man. Despite the possibility his eyes might betray him, he didn’t advert his gaze, faintly raising a questioning eyebrow at the man’s fleeting smirk. He didn’t care much for social etiquette, unless,- hypocritically,- he stood something to gain.  Was ‘Xan’ a businessman of sorts or from England perhaps? Then again, the accent didn’t seem to line up for the latter.  <br/>
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When Alexander continued Elias’ hands stilled and his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to read the man. Though the sentence sounded slightly cryptic, Elias assumed the man’s spouse was ‘dead’ and  he was not one to judge someone else’s relationship, but there was something detached about the way Alexander had responded. The shrug, the words. They seemed to place a weight on Elias’ chest. A mix between pain, empathy, incomprehension and anger? He wasn’t sure. How can someone be so casual about losing a loved one? Parted his lips, he wanted to say something, but closed them without a word. His face softening at the mutter that followed even if he was barely able to make out the words. Maybe he had judged the man too soon. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “Habit?”</span> He offered, as he followed the man’s gaze towards his own hand. <br/>
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Almost as if he was trying to remove the ring from his line of sight, he curled his fingers around the glass Alexander had given him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “She passed away last year.”</span> He replied, with a curt, bitter smile . Not wanting to linger on depressing thoughts, he let out a quick sigh and looked back up at the other. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “So besides being a freelance bartender, what do you do for a living?”</span> A hint of a teasing note edged the first part of that sentence.<br/>
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It wasn’t until Olivet spoke up that Elias noticed her presence. In the process of turning his head to face her it was Alexander who responded first. The lady looked confident, long brown hair, well proportioned, but it were the tattoo’s that really caught his attention. He had been considering getting a sleeve for a couple years now, but could never really find the time to get it done. Maybe she could offer him some insight on the matter. He shifted his weight as Alexander noted she should pull up a chair and join them, making sure she had the space to do so he patted on the chair next to him. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “If I did work here I would’ve already claimed a bed.”</span> There was a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice, though the look on his face remained friendly. With a quick nod towards Alexander he continued. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “But on the bright side we do have a handsome bartender.”</span><br/>
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