<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Ezra-miller.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Marcus Alexander (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406947#msg14406947)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party time, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>getting a refreshing drink, small talk<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gerrit, Chelsea (open)<br/><hr/><br/>Marc winced a bit when Gerrit nixed the rum. His tone of voice was sharp, too, so maybe the other man wasn't in the greatest of moods in general. For a moment, Marc thought it might be best to leave the man alone but then he found himself bursting into laughter at his story. He shot the gentleman an incredulous look. "Aaaah... Thanks, I needed that." Truthfully, he was impressed at anyone who had done so much living to carry around a story like that. He spent so much energy obsessing about things and avoiding people; making self loathing a casual pass time.<br/><br/>He nodded eagerly at Chelsea's addition to the conversation. "I reject the idea of gender with most things, honestly." He replied quietly. "You can't go anywhere without this pick versus blue bullshit...."  He swirled the straw in his mojito and took in the minty scent while she spoke with Gerrit.<br/><br/>The mention of a masseuse caught his attention again. Normally he might find the service a narcissistic luxury, given that he hadn't done anything close to hard work in years. But he was on vacation so what the hell? "Thanks... I'll have to request her help sometime." He smiled and then swallowed hard at Chelsea's latter display. "I wouldn't really know..." He slid his gaze away from her, a slight blush coming across his face.<br/><br/>Gerrit gave him an excuse to change the subject. "Hmmm... I've heard of Mezcal but I haven't tried it. Is it quite similar to tequilla?" He laughed a bit awkwardly. "Heh... Obviously I'm... not much of a drinker."