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The young man sat comfortably in the very corner of the bar, his bright blue eyes staring calmly at all of those who inhabited the bar. It was an interesting sight to him, one that he admitted amused him greatly. It would seem as though magical folk were just as amusing as muggles were when they were under the influence! Smirking softly to himself as he brought the cup of wine that he had been sipping up back his lips in order to take another small sip, enjoying the sweet and delicate flavor of the drink as he slowly consumed it. After all, he was not here to get drunk, at least not yet. He would much rather watch the others as they drunkenly prattled on and on about some creature that they swore that they had seen, or about some accomplishment that they swore they had accomplished, or even swore about who they were!

Just a minute ago there was an drunken old man that claimed to be some sort of ancient god. It had been amusing really, especially as he was pulled off of the table by his not as drunk companions as they tried in vain to get him to fall quiet before they had decided to take him home for the night and come back later without him.

Oh yes, quite interesting indeed.

Unfortunately for him, there were also a type of people that became something a little less than tolerable when they became intoxicated. There were the sort of people that tried in vain to get into other people's pants and take them to their beds for the night before immediately abandoning their single night lovers in awkward silence the very next morning. When those types of people attempted to approach him with those lusty and darkened bedroom eyes, they were quickly sent away with nothing more than a curt rejection to their advances and a somewhat amused smile displaying itself on his lips, especially if the ones that attempted to win him into their bed for the night were too drunk to even form a coherent sentence.

A gloved hand moved to his hair, brushing the golden strands out of his field of vision before again taking another sip of wine out of his glass. Perhaps after this drink was finished he would pay his tab and head back to the place that he was staying at for the duration of his small [and forced] vacation or perhaps maybe he would just stay here in hopes that someone interesting would come along and capture his attention with some sort of pleasant conversation and perhaps it would be enough for him to say that he had somewhat enjoyed his vacation after all.

After all, he had to have some fun in some sort of way right?