scorpius.

      whether  blaine  had  really  meant  that  his  finger  flare  was  the  best  thing    ‘  ever  ’    or  he  was  teasing,    scorpius  was  thrilled  beyond  the  telling  of  it.      just  to  be  standing  having  a  conversation  with  this  man  and  have  him  seem  genuinely  interested  in  that  was  —-            it  was  unlike  anything  he’d  ever  known.    maybe  americans  simply  did  things    BETTER  ? !                      “ visiting  and  in  desperate  need  someone  to  tell  me  what  i  should  be  ordering  from  the  bar  because  these    ‘ manhattans ’    aren’t  as  good  as  i  thought  they’d  be.  so  —-    y e s ,   whatever  you’re  having? ”                  perhaps  he’d  have  impeccable  taste  to  match  his  impeccable    EVERYTHING  ELSE.  

His attention was drawn towards the drink that Scorpius didn’t particularly care for.  Manhattans were always too bitter for him to enjoy.  Something about all that Vermouth not killing the straight up whiskey taste.  Just not his thing.  “Oh? Those?  Yeah. The sweet ones are better in my opinion.  If you don’t mind sweet?”  A sweep of his fingers towards the bar and he rocked forward on his heels until gravity pulled his momentum forward and off they were to the bar.  Putting his hands in his pockets as they walked–hazel eyes combed over the stranger’s features.  “You’re visiting?  Where from?  Careful.  I feel someone should warn you, New York City has a habit of luring visitors in and making them never want to leave.  As they bellied up to the bar–Blaine lifted his hand and to get the bartender’s attention.  He got a nod of acknowledgement and turned all his attention back to his company, eyes bright and smile wide. “Are you enjoying your time here so far?”