The Train Kept A-Rollin'

Alcohol was flowing, the room was spinning, and he had no idea where Ezekiel had gone. The other Vylasar had disappeared when he was getting drinks, or that was the last thing that Deimos had heard at least. He didn't really care, he had fun, for the first time in a long while. Ever since they had arrived in Lythrania, he was busy with his heritage, with his coming marriage, with keeping everything nice and tidy. He never had a change to be himself, to have fun and do what he wanted to do. And the fact that it had been Ezekiel who showed him that even here, he could have this fun, made him appreciate his future brother-in-law more. Was Deimos forgetting the reason why he was here? Yes, probably. They had been talking a bit, but never came to a good conclusion. He still hadn't had an answer on how to deal with Fauna, as she looked at him every time they spoke as if she wanted to bite his head off. It scared him, but right now, he couldn't care less about it.
The young Vylasar moved back to the bar, asked for yet another glass of whiskey. He had lost count how many he had chugged right now, but it made him forget about everything bad that had happened to him. It made him cheerful and happy, he could speak more easily, keeping conversations without being afraid of spilling things he wasn't allowed to. From the corner of his eye, he noticed how Ezekiel was speaking with someone. With his glass in hand, he walked over to the two, not sure how he got there in a straight line. "And you are?" He asked the other man standing next to his cousin, to whom he heft his glass, clearly gone far enough.