“I don’t know why I’d thought of that just then,” Syx chuckled self-consciously, why did he have to blurt out odd things like that? He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t really do small talk? It’s never been something I’ve ever needed to do. I really don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know what goes on at those events but Wayne always looked sickening in a tux,” his eyelids hooded as he looked over Harrison, “I’m sure you do as well. Somehow I don’t you’d squirm they way I’d envisioned it. We’d definitely steal the whole show, though.”
Selecting one of the layered jellies, Syx poked it with a folk, “So what is this? It looks interesting.”
“I’ve never been one for small talk myself,” Harrison confesses, reaching for the glass with the round orange ball. “I’m proficient at it by necessity, but I don’t enjoy it. Trust me, I’d much rather talk about big things, complicated things, hell, even silly little things. That’s why I invited you.”
He flashes Syx a bright earnest smile, then hits the orange ball with the tiny hammer. The ice ball shatters, releasing a pleasant orange aroma as the liquor fills the glass. Harrison raises it with a wink. “Cocktails my good man. Bottoms up,” he says playfully before taking a sip.
Syx’s eyebrows rose, “Really? So this is like a Jello-Shot?” cutting a bit off the jelly, he popped it in his mouth, humming at the taste, “That is not a Jello-Shot.”
Blinking at the uniqueness of the experience, he took another bite, “This is all alcohol?”
Tapping his fork idly as he thought, his lips suddenly curled into a grin as he alighted on a topic that might prove some fun, “So tell me, my flirtatious Harrison, what’s the most audacious thing you’ve done in public? And I don’t mean those group orgies things. I mean, in a nice normal setting like this.”
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