See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Trace then Me

Kindrellvar watched as the other Warlord Prince made his way over to the private booth and sit down across from him. He knew the moment he was there because of the connection they had on the Black. Not to many wore it and the one's that did found the connection that was there. It was different than any other feeling in the world, and very comforting.

"Bout time fuck face." He grinned as he lifted his glass to his lips, his wings shivering again as he swallowed a drink from the aged wine. He looked into the glass and shrugged, taking another long drink, feeling the burn from the ancient wine. Damn, it felt good to drink and drink well.

"Glad to be back," He raised his glass as if toasting and than finished it off, placing it on the table only to refill again. "So, wanna get into some trouble?" He laughed. "I've been doing some thinking my friend. I think that we are to young to act so damn old. We have the rest of our lives, long fucking lives at that, ahead of us, and here we are, turning into prudes before our time." He shook hes head, running his fingers through his hair.

"We need to fucking get with the program, dig the Alliance and responsibility out of our ass and have a good time. We're only young once, besides, who wants to have protocol shoved so far up their ass they can't walk?" He laughed again, leaning back against the back of the seat, happily noticing that the seats they had been given were equip to handle the Eyrien race.

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The Hayllian continued to grin at Kin. "You know what? Trouble sounds like a hell of a good idea."

And it did, it really fucking did, with all the tension between Kaeleer and Terielle, made glaringly obvious with the ball no matter how much Xaviar had made with the nice, and the work load he had taken on with Hayll, it could easily be forgotten what you were doing it for. Yeah the land and the people came first, that was obvious but occasionally you just had to let your self have some fun.
Kin was right you were only young once, and the bloody Alliance could function a day with out them. A day, a night...maybe another day.

He shrugged and laughed and drained his drink, refilling it again before holding it up to the light.

"The good stuff before we get to drunk to taste it?" He grinned, because that was certainly the way this night was going already.

Raith met Kin's eyes, a wicked smile beginning to bloom on his face. He already felt fucking better than had an hour ago. "You think they can stand us?"
He indicated across the room and raised an eyebrow, two Blacks planning on getting hammered in a bar wasn't exactly safe for the bar, or the province, hell wasn't really safe for the Territory or the Realm.
And that was what was going to make the whole thing so much fucking fun.

He raised his glass again and winked at Kin, he couldn't resist it, "To trouble, to getting with the program and to being able to walK!" Raith declared and knocked the rich wine back, it was good, very good but it could do with something else.

"Nice, but it needs chasers." He grinned and beckoned a waitress over.