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“Black Russian.” Ean replies. “What do you mean by ‘I pull it off’?”
“Black Russian.” Ean replies. “What do you mean by ‘I pull it off’?”
"Dunno. You just do." He said before ordering.
Ean looks confused, “Ok, whatever you say, love.” Ean let the endearment slip, and didn’t pull it back. He typically called people he liked ‘love’, and he liked this guy so far.
Kane froze for a moment, cheeks flushed.
Ean looks at the young man, his gaze taking in to details. That seemed to have flustered him. Ean laughs, “What’s wrong, love?”
"Nothing, why?" He asked, trying to quickly recover as the bartender came back over with Ean's drink. "What's your name again?"
“Kirean. But most of my friends call me Ean.” He smiles, “You?”
"Kane. Kane Carter." He said, smiling sweetly.
Ean nods, “Nice to meet you Kane.” He murmurs, resting his chin on his palm.
He smiled, passing him the drink. "Here ya go, man."
Ean takes it, smiling, “Thanks, love.” He sips the drink and looks at Kane, “So, what got you into music?”
"Listened to everything I could find as a kid, it came naturally." He said, leaning back against the bar again.
Ean nods, “And I’m assuming the genre you played on stage was your favorite?”
"Yep." He grinned. "It's the best."
Ean nods, “Hmm. . .” He turns back to his drink, quiet for a long moment.
He stared out at the crowd, smiling softly.
Ean sighs softly, leaning back slightly and resting his feet on the bar connections two legs of the stool he was occupying, “So. . .” He draws the word out and then looks back at Kane, “Any questions for me, or am I going to have to carry the conversation?”
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