Emilian

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano flicked his eyes over at Eros, only to focus once more on Emilian. "So what makes this any different from being with Dahlia?" he asked. "Or should I ask why you did it? Is that more appropriate?" Probably not, but considering there were a couple of very obvious differences between the Dahlia incident and this one, it was a more sensible answer.

[Emilian Sota]

"No, it didn't have anything to do with Dare, or Michael." Emilian didn't honor Mano's first question with an answer. "Because he's hot? What the hell do you want me to say? I've been with Adara for what, three years or something? I've been with someone else once." He thought he had done quite well considering his addiction.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"Well, twice now," Eros corrected, "but yes, for you that is absolutely incredible. Are you going to patch it up with the lady, or are you using this as an escape to freedom?" It appeared as though Emilian was calling it over, though he didn't seem to be enjoying it.

[Mano Berwyn]

Mano took a sip from his drink as he watched Emilian. He was rather surprised that Emilian had managed to last this long, anyway, with only two screw-ups. "I feel like I should be proud you went so long with her," he said. He didn't know how Adara had managed to keep his attention for so long, perhaps she deserved some kind of award.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian glared. Or...wasn't he already glaring? Was it possible to glare worse? "Yeah, yeah, twice, whatever. It's not like it makes any difference. I'm going to have to go out and celebrate getting back to me, aren't I?" he asked, rolling his eyes. He certainly didn't feel like celebrating at all.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

Eros turned to Mano, addressing him a moment as though only the two of them were present. "Apparently begging her back isn't on his to-do list. Should we take him out, or is he already drunk enough?" He took a sip of his drink.

[Mano Berwyn]

"I don't think there could be any harm in taking him out," Mano said, turning his attention to Eros. "I mean, he's already done about the worst he could, hasn't he?" It wasn't like Emilian could do anything to ruin his life, he had done just about everything short of killing a man.

[Emilian Sota]

"I'm not leaving my apartment," Emilian said, firmly ignoring Mano's comment. He knew what he had done, he knew just how bad he was. It wasn't like he really cared. Maybe he had cared for a little while with Adara at some point, but that had been a while ago.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"Then perhaps we should invite some entertainment here," Eros suggested. Emilian certainly wasn't going to get over the girl sitting in his living room refusing to budge, and if he refused to take her back, then getting over her was the only sensible solution. "You might want to shave and dress, though," he added.

[Mano Berwyn]

"Now there's an idea," Mano said, raising his glass to Eros in approval. "Of course, if you won't get ready, we could always do it with a wand, and shaving with a wand really isn't the easiest thing in the world, especially when it's someone else's face." They could do it, sure, but he would much rather make Emilian do it himself, not to mention the sheer amusement of watching his friend try to do so while drunk.

[Emilian Sota]

"I didn't ask the two of you to come here," Emilian grumbled. "I didn't ask for help, or whatever it is you two want to do." As if to prove his point, he took another long drink. He didn't know why everyone seemed to have suddenly found an interest in him all of a sudden, but it was just a little annoying.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

"And that is precisely why we are here," Eros explained, addressing Emilian again. "Friends anticipate the needs of those they care about. You, Emilian, are in dire need of distraction, and since you are free to do so, why not distract yourself to the hilt in some lithe, eager body?" A temporary fix, perhaps, but a pleasant one.

[Mano Berwyn]

Emilian was probably a little too far gone to appreciate it, if Mano were to guess, but he saw no harm in doing something, anyway, when Emilian would sober up enough to appreciate their efforts. "Come on," he said, finishing off his drink and setting it aside. "Say yes, I will even help you to your room."

[Emilian Sota]

Distracting himself had been what got him here in the first place. But he was free. Did it really count for free when he felt like he had lost something so important that it could pull him apart? He gave a final glare and took a last drink, then forced himself to at least attempt to stand. "If it will shut you up," he reasoned. He swayed more than a little when he stood.

[Eros d'Avonderre]

Eros watched Emilian with one lightly arched brow, but said nothing about his questionable ability to remain upright. At least the activities likely to follow would not require standing. After a moment he set his glass aside. "I suppose, Mano, that since you are assisting Emilian directly, I shall be the one to send out the invites to our little gathering. I will, therefore, see myself to the Owl Post." He got to his feet. "Perhaps I'll restock Emilian's bar as well."