See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Trace then Me

Kindrellvar blinked and blinked again as his vision blurred and than he laughed. Damn, taking off his clothes wasn't a bad idea right about now, he was fucking hot. He undid a few more buttons on his shirt and than finally stopped fucking with it long enough to glance over at Raith as he tried hard to lick his upper lip clean.

"Yeah, I want a fucking bomb on mine, fuck the sparkler." he laughed and leaned over, pressing his shoulder to Raith's as he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Don't look now, but those girls are looking at us." He snickered and indicated the three witches sitting behind them in the booth. He forgot the moment after he said something and broke his own advice, turning around and nodding at the women.

"Nice day," He laughed and tried to look sexy, failing miserably as he turned around. "I told you not to look. Gods." He shook his head and watched as the bartender sat four drinks down in front of them, each a different color. Grabbing the Yellow one, he tried to take a sip before putting out the sparkler and didn't even notice when his hair started smoking.

"It's hot in here." He commented, oblivious to the fact that he was about to light his hair on fire.

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The snicker that escaped Raith was a bit louder and bit drunker than he would have liked but when faced with Kin, Warlord Prince of Ebon Askavi, Black Jewel Black Widow, leader of the Alliance and head of the infamous Yasnani clan looking cross eyed down at the end of his nose while trying to like blue shit off his top lip, it was practically restrained.

Kin lent into him, causing Raith to grab the bar to stop himself falling off, and started pointing out the women. Raith, of course turned to look and started making 'I'm not with him' gestures to them before snapping back to his place incase Kin noticed.
"Look? I didn't look! I'm to busy trying to work out how to make exploding sparklers for drinks!" He grinned brightly as they suddenly had more technicolour alcohol in front of them. ALL of which had spitting sparklers in and were fantastic colours.

"Mother Night!" he muttered, looking at the rainbow of cocktails and grabbing a purple one.
"Actually do you thing there is a drink called Mother Night out there?" Raith mused to himself for a moment, trying to decide what he would put in a drink called that, it would have to be black for a start, and strong, and Kin's head appeared to be smoking.

"Your head is on fire." He said suddenly and blinked before looking at the barmaid, "I'm right aren't I? His head is on fire right?"

OK if he was asking that he was defiantly on his way to smashed.
Raith looked at Kin, who happily appeared to be chugging his drink and not paying attention to the burnt hair smell coming off him and then at the cocktail in his hand and then at Kin again.

"OH fire BAD!" He said and dumped the drink over Kin's head.