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[thedevamper]

To say Nikola was not in a good mood was to say that John Druitt was nothing more than a very naughty boy. Shirt dishevelled, cravat undone and jacket unbuttoned, Nikola was draped across a table glass in one hand and bottle in the other. Pouring himself another glass, Nikola let the alcohol almost spill all over himself before he right the glass

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[will_you_see]

At bar. Need you. It was, as far as notes went, both straight forward and cryptic enough to inspire an immediate action on Alcuin's part. He headed for the island watering hole most likely to have Nikola's business, and found him easily.

He wondered how long he'd already been there drinking.

"Nikola?" Alcuin offered gently, sliding a hand onto his shoulder.

[thedevamper]

"Alcuin, pull up a chair have a... drink." Nikola said patting a chair beside him or at least trying to. Nikola entirely missed the chair, hand hitting his side as it swung back. Nikola scowled at the chair, leaning towards it unsteadily and almost falling before he returned his attention back to his drink.

[will_you_see]

Alcuin saw Nikola drinking wine with some frequency, but he had never seen him intoxicated like this. Even as he moved, he put a hand on his lover's arm to steady him. He sat, pulling the chair close, their knees just touching.

"What's wrong?"

[thedevamper]

Leaning into the warmth of Alcuin's body, Nikola draped himself across the table and almost across Alcuin. Taking another mouthful Nikola smirked, all light and airy though the bitterness of his voice indicated what he was feeling.

"I wasn't invited to the wedding of the year, apparently I'm not good enough to attend my best friend's wedding. Apparently she doesn't trust me," Nikola replied scowling.