Emilian

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano wasn't boycotting the Prophet like some of his acquaintances and so he hadn't been able to miss the news about Emilian and Adara. So he and Eros were going to go up and see just what had happened and talk to Emilian. He was very interested in seeing how Emilian was doing with the whole ordeal.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

Eros was more along for the ride than anything else. His and Emilian's ability to get along was tentative at best, and he couldn't imagine he'd be welcomed in with open arms. Unless, of course, Emilian was celebrating his freedom, in which case he'd welcome the company.

"I do rather hope he's got a bottle open and glasses waiting," Eros said dryly. "It would be rather a shame to find him sick over a guilty conscience." And yet he suspected they might find, if not that, then something similar. The man had publicly demonstrated his affection only a year ago, after all.

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano shrugged and glanced back at the door. He was fully considering just letting them in without asking, he highly doubted Emilian had anything up that they couldn't get through with just a little effort. "If he doesn't have something waiting, he probably won't be in any mind to stop us from helping ourselves."

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"I'll have a bottle sent to him again after our little visit," Eros said. "Lord knows the likelihood he'll actually need it, but perhaps he'll learn not to resent our stopping by to see him if he gets gifts afterward. He seemed rather displeased the last time he saw us here." All this was said with a straight face, despite the fact that Eros could understand why Emilian had been so upset.

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano smirked at that. He had rather enjoyed their time spent in Emilian's flat that day. "He'll live." He didn't think Emilian could really have to much to say about it. "He can't complain too much about us coming to visit, we're just being good friends and all that." He was fully aware that Eros and Emilian didn't get along very well, but it didn't really matter. He gestured for the door, "Be my guest."

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"Oh no, age before beauty," Eros said, his eyes glittering with the tease as he pushed the door open. He held it for Mano, quite interested in seeing how the afternoon played out. The two of them could entertain themselves quite well with a bottle of wine and conversation, but adding Emilian to the mix created a social ambiguity.

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano shook his head, but smiled as he headed in. He had no qualms about heading up the stairs and opening the door to the living room without waiting for Emilian to come and open the doors for them. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he doubted that much could surprise him.

[Emilian Sota]

Even though it had been Emilian's fault they had fallen apart, he was taking it hard. He wasn't sure how long it had been, a couple of days? A week? Not that he really cared. He hadn't even paid attention to any noise he heard coming from the shop, and glared when the door opened and Mano walked through. And was that Eros behind him? His bloodshot eyes narrowed. He didn't attempt getting up, preferring to glare from his place on the couch. Of course, if he hadn't even cared enough to shave, he couldn't be expected to get up and greet them, could he?

"What the hell do you two want?" he asked finally.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

Eros's brows arched infinitesimally as he shut the door behind himself. "To visit a friend," he explained. "To counter your misery with companionship and ears to swear at, if you are so inclined." It appeared that he was, and that his imagined celebration was not to occur.

[Mano Berwyn]

"My, my," Mano said, shaking his head. "Do you even have any drinks left?" he asked. He glanced around the place and stepped over a bottle on his way to the cabinet. "I don't know about Eros, here," he said. "But I would love to know just what happened to get you in this predicament." Thankfully, there was a bottle that had at least a little in it, and he pulled it out.

[Emilian Sota]

"Help yourself, Mano," Emilian said, tired eyes following his friend across the room. "What do you want to hear? I slept with this guy and Adara walked in. Simple as that." He pulled up his drink and took another long drink. "She slapped me and left." He shrugged and flicked a glance over at Eros, wondering why the heck he had come.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"I would never be so gauche as to ask for more details, but Emilian, you do realize that even the Prophet told us more," Eros said. He ignored the look Emilian gave him and crossed to assist Mano with dispersing drinks. "Who was this mysterious redheaded male? Not Michael, surely. Though I've heard tell that you had a bit of a row with his husband recently as well. It makes one wonder."

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano finished with the drinks and found himself a seat. There was no way the redhead was Michael, but there weren't many redheads in the school, were there? As far as he knew none of the famous Weasley family were still in school. "I was curious about the fight with Dare."

[Emilian Sota]

"Dare is a bastard," Emilian said, waving a hand toward the two. "And so is Michael, for that matter. Robbie, on the other hand, he's a fun one." The guy had gotten him to do something he never would have considered doing, especially with someone he didn't know extremely well. "Hell of a ride, that one."

[Eros d'Avonderre]

Hell of a ride. Eros arched his brows ever slightly at Mano, then moved to take a seat, lounging comfortably with one ankle crossed over the other knee. "I take it this Robbie is the redhead in question, and that it has nothing to do with Dare." Who Eros would never describe as a bastard. He had countless questions, but was determined to pace himself, despite the lack of proper drinks in the room.