Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh Gx nor any of the characters. Let alone do I own any of the fancy wine they keep going on about, this came about after a long discussion with a friend over what the two would be like after season 4 and the whole dimension had been repaired.
Zane was slowly brought out of his own thoughts, by a rather well put charming tone. Letting his eyes glide to the side of him, he saw who he had been looking for. Looking down at his own glass that was still half full, and then at the gestured bottle. It was similar to the others out there along the tables. Yet it supported a different label, taking the bottle and inspected it further. It was a deep moss green, making the maroon colour turn a dirty shade of swamp brown.
Swirling his glass and poured the remainder of his own glass down his throat tilting his head in the process a few teal strands swooping over a firm shoulder. Knocking his head to the side for it relieve tension and giving a rather satisfying crack. Eyeing the crowd again hearing a offset of fainting, and taken a guess that Atticus had removed his jacket or a rose to a nearby table.
"Why, is it that' no one knows how to behave these days?" He mused out loud, to himself and the air more than a direct question to Aster. Reading the label that was barely readable the writing was very much faint brown against the pale cream paper. Although he was able to make out the date which said '1868', snorting to himself at the age of the liquid he only poured out a small amount know that with age came not only character but potency.
Not bothering to glance back at the silver haired man, just shot his arm out with the bottle in a thanks or the gesture style. He couldn't help but feel he was being watched by the other's pair of eyes. Not that he was being stared at by not only various women of the academy but the men too. Was it because of his attire since he was n longer the top duelist around these parts know that went years ago to the brown hair 'slacker' Jaden Yuki. Looking down at himself he adjusted his white rose that was in his lapel. He was out of his general, trench coat and vest. He was something a lot more formal considering the occasion even if most had just bothered to turn out in their respective uniforms.
No he was in a well tailored black suit with a crimson inlay to of set the stainless white of the rose and his crisp shirt. His hair parted in three layers as always yet he hadn't had it cut recently so the ends were slightly longer and had the habit of trailing over his shoulder when he moved forward or tilted his head.
Aster looked at Zane as he inspected the bottle of wine quite closely, a look of curiosity on his expression as he looked at the murky colour of the bottle Zane was holding in his hands.
Running his fingers along his own glass before taking a simple sip to savour the taste of decades gone into creating such a favour he turned towards Zane at his very outer musing and canted a brow upwards.
"It's simple; manners were lost when we transitioned into the modern way." Aster replied to the question he had asked about why people had lost proper behaviour. Moving a silver tress of hair at his shoulder, his formal wear was that of an ivory tuxedo that nicely accentuated his silver locks and eyes. A red rose to set it off just lightly enough.
Looking back at Zane for a moment, he was indeed keeping his eyes on the man for the night. Zane was as usual keeping to himself and he had to admit his black suit with the inlay of crimson did much for his appearance. It really brought it out.
"So besides contemplating the loss of proper manners, what are you doing?" Aster asked after tipping his glass up and draining the maroon contents that took residency within the glass before setting the glass on the table with elegance, and moving to lean against a similar pillar
Zane glanced back at the man in white noticing a similar fashion to his own. Letting out a small sigh, he shifted past finishing his drink quickly not bothering to savour the expensive flavour and placed the glass down before returning to his 'brooding' spot.
"What interest is it to you? Phoenix?" Zane almost hissed out his tone hollow a devoid of emotion and rather stoic just like Zane always was silent very rarely cracking a smile not even anything of a laugh. Glancing a cold snort at Aster, looking the man up and down.
He lent back feeling the new old stone against his back and let out a small sigh of discomfort he really wasn't enjoying himself, and the over company of the room was beginning to get to him after all h was a very quiet one to one person.
Similar fashion did nothing to derive similar natures for the two of them, Aster settled back against the pillar with a sigh and settled his arms behind his neck before looking towards the other in his particular spot of choice.
"It's not really anything of interest to me, I actually was just concerned as to why you were all alone that's all." He flashed a small small before tucking a platinum lock behind one of his ears.
Aster knew how to bring the male leaning against the cold stone into a somewhat happier mood or at the least the one he seemed to be in. Looking at Zane softly and noticing how rowdy the company of the banquette hall was becoming he voiced an option. A quite daring one to say the least.
"Why don't we just get out of here away from all of the course rudeness and blatant disregard for manners?" This was his query, now he just had to hope he would at least take him up on it.
Zane looked again at Aster noticing that faint cocky smile. "...thanks...I guesss..." He murmured letting his eyes linger in place at the sliver lick that had seemed to cause an annoyance to the younger duelist.
After a minute he scanned the room noticing that not man had the taste or tolerance for the heady alcohol. Seeing a few pass out and fall over. Jaden was feeling ill, and getting a mouth full off Syrus which made him crack a smile at the sight.
Actually turning his body round leaning n his arm and side, half of his face covered his teal spikes. "Now, that sounds a bit boring just getting up a leaving. After all what would I have to keep my eyes on?" He quizzed picking up the red rose and smelling a small smirk could be seen past all that was covering Zane's face.
He picked his own rose out and place the two on the table crossed over before walking past the silver haired man to pick up a small bottle of green liquid. And gave a wink to Aster. "My old dorm...shall we?"
Aster noticed the same thing after Zane had voiced his unsure thanks to him, Chazz was tumbling over and mumbling some curses about how he was the best and how they all should "Chazz it up."
The vicinity seemed so far and out of his ears and eyes reach now as he watched his upperclassman grab up the bottle with a slightly swampy coloured appearance. "Did you think I would just let us leave empty handed?" Aster asked his superior as his digits returned back to the rose on the simple address on which it was held.
"However your old dorm seems such the fitting place for what fate has brought us together for tonight." A single wink of the eye he began leading the way out of the banquette hall, swooning Obelisk girls as well as Ra and Osiris in his wake, a new chorus of drunken Chazz it up beginning by Chazz and Jaden was the chorus he left out to.
Zane furrowed his brow with the comment, really not liking the constant reminder of everything is predestined or fate swayed this. Letting out a small snort of discontentment he followed suit and picked up a glass bottle with a transparent liquid. "Wine is good for public. But something strong seems fitting, and it is a shame to waste it."
He stated walking calmly and quite quickly past the swooning girls, finding it all a bit too false and to far fetch for his liking. After all he had made it evident over the years at duel academy, and from interviews from the pro leagues. That he had quite dislike for the feminine taste.
Walking up the illustrious stairs and into one of the back corridors. Standing at an old door waiting for the silver haired male to catch up. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Wondering what exactly what Aster had plans. As far as Zane knew the man didn't care for the male company in the evening.
Leading the way along the intricately designed staircases, and ornately designed halls of the Academy he turned back to see Zane speaking about the favoured drink of the moment. The bottle contained an almost translucent liquid in its depths and at this he spoke up. "Wine is a good public drink, but behind doors one can let loose and be more themselves and that calls for a deeper venom at those times."
Stopping in the hall just to take in the sights of the range down below the coils of staircase he smirked turning to the cerulean haired male. "Such a view." Letting his shoulders rest against a railing for just a moment he faltered and remembered the task at hand.
"Oh well, to this old dorm of yours, Truesdale-senpai." The name and honorific both slipped off his tongue softly before he stopped at a door, and behind that door a room. The very room Zane Truesdale had stayed in while at the Academy. "Shall we?" Aster, brows canted, and eyes narrowed slightly but a light blue still showing as he faced his upperclassman asked.