Dante had downed his first shot, along with the Coke and was now working his way through a vodka martini. Kaeon was sitting on the counter, in plain view of the other patrons, nibbling on the olive. He took a sip of his drink, then shuddered, gripped by a sudden chill that crept down his spine in a most alarming way. Something was not right. He was sure now that he was being followed.

Reaching for the back of his neck, feigning the appearance of adjusting a necklace, he tilted his head slightly to peruse the clientel. A few feet away, a blue haired boy was sitting, talking to... someone he couldn't see. Or maybe it was no one. As if he didn't seem strange enough, conversing with an invisible neighbour... was he keeping half an eye in Dante's direction? Or was it just the prince's imagination?

The blue haired boy's eyes turned towards him. Their gazes locked. Dante felt as though ice was running through his veins.

'Shit...'

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Tao grinned. "Quite the wine cellar you've got, darlin'. But I generally prefer something a little stronger. How about you mix us up a little surprise, and then, I'll show you something a little more... mood enhancing," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Drink was all and well, but it had nothing on his morning routine of wake and bake. He figured Mao, with her very apparent love for mood-altering substance, was sure to get a kick out of it.