[Etar Magnesen]

and we believe that god has lust for everything&&;

Magne sauntered into a pub, a wicked smile on his pale face. He had wicked good looks, the kind that incensed a sense of danger and wild energy. His smirk dripped a contagious confidence that was almost amazing. And yet the rather notorious blonde assassin barely payed the girls int eh pub any mind, heading to a spot on the bar where he could lean back.
He draped one leg lazily over the stool next to him. He was waiting for either someone he knew well enough to move his leg, or someone with enough guts to move it. Either way maybe the person would capture his lazy and easy going attention for a while. A type of personality taht clashed with his predatory looks, and yet oddly when with his generally feline attributes.
He extended a hand, not even looking at the bar tender, pleased when a tankard of ale was shoved into his hands. He gave the bar tender a delighted smile. He enjoyed alcohol, and could actually hold his liquor surprisingly well for such a lithe, erring on slender man.
He tilted his head back after taking a swig, watching the room with slitted eyes, waiting, lying in wake, for something to happen.

[Elkas Blackbridge]

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but there may have been something to be said for having a drinking companion. One; you tended not to look like a lonely drunk, and two; for someone like Elkas, having someone to fill the silence while you drank (at least if it were someone you were somewhat fond of) turned out to be rather pleasant. But no, he’d keep that to himself. No point in encouraging people. All of a sudden he’d have all sorts of people hanging around, and that really wasn’t El’s scene at all.

Though admittedly, Elkas had been making the most unusual friends of late; an assassin, a fervent emperialist, and the warchild herself no less. Definitely not the kind of people you’d want to invite together for a party, but El found himself liking them all, despite how remarkably different they were.

Deciding to spend the evening in the city for one, the sandy-haired youth headed to his favourite bar; one that wasn’t all too crowded or noisy. It seemed like a good idea to have a drink; what with his being liable to have his head cut off for either being a rebel and betraying his best friend, or having an emperialist best friend. It certainly was a good time to be Elkas.

He spotted Magne almost as soon as he stepped into the pub, his eyes automatically scanning for the blond assassin. He was sprawled out over two seats, the cocky bastard, even though the bar was full up. As he neared, El pulled off the black cap he seemed perpetually to be wearing and stuffed it in his coat pocket, then lifted Magnes leg up with one hand, sat down, and re-placed the leg on top of his own. There, now they were both happy. A drink was ordered and served in short order, just a plain ale would suffice. Lifting his tankard in salute first, he took a draught, then grinned over at his companion.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, how many hearts have you broken?

[Etar Magnesen]

The pale blonde watched as Elikas approached with through slitted eyes, His mouth twitched easily into a half smile as he yawned baring his teeth almost obviously, as if to convey pointed boredom at having to wait for the other man. He lifted an eyebrow as his leg was lifted, and shifted it to settle on Elikas.

He smirked, tossing his golden head slightly before taking a long sip of his drink. Magne opened his eyes innocently at the others question, trying to look as innocent as an assassin could. He put one hand on his heart, looking shocked.

"Are you insinuating that I am anything but respectful of the human race? How utterly distasteful!" He said, finally cracking as a sly smile slid back onto his face. he wasn't sure why he got along so well with Elikas, but the man seemed to not only tolerate him, but not smack him when he was over dramatic, or ridiculously drunk (which did happen sometimes).

"And yourself?" The notorious playboy (and assassin) was carefully diverting the subject, since he was one to talk only when nudged in the right direction about himself. His last conquest has only been of slight interest to him, since he generally didn't listen to other people enough to like them.

"How many young lasses hopes have you dashed now?"

[Elkas Blackbridge]

The blonde’s rude display of yawning earned him a pinch on the thigh, but Elkas refrained from commenting. It wasn’t as if he was actually offended. They knew each other well enough for that; those barriers had been crossed long ago, much in thanks to the alcohol that kept this friendship going. It had nothing to do with El’s own attraction.

Laughing out loud at Magne’s attempt at innocent indignity, Elkas gave him an incredulous look and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh really?” he drawled, letting the expression on his face convey the fact that he thought Magne was completely full of shit. But that was okay, at least it was shit that entertained. There weren’t many people that El tolerated for a length of time, his general opinion of humanity was that everyone was out to get what was best for themselves, and rarely gave thought to what anyone else wanted. This was true in Magne too, he was sure, but the kid had a way of being ironic about it that amused him. Not many did.

“Let’s see..” he began with a smirk. “At least count it was... nil. And the current count would be... nil. I’ve been a busy busy boy as you can imagine.” He rolled his eyes, taking a quick drag and giving Magne a dry smile. El was definitely not known for his heartbreaking. Or anything to do with relationships in general for that matter. That should have been common knowledge by now. He had a hard time understanding how people could go from person to person without regard for emotions beyond lust at all. El wanted passion, and he didn’t give in for anything less.

[Etar Magnesen]

"Your laughter wounds me," Said Magne lazily, but with a slow smile on his face. He bounced his leg slightly to kick El in protest of this mockery at his innocence. "I am a beacon of truth and innocence in these troubled times," he said loftily, but grinning easily moments after.

Magne sighed and shook his head at El with a weary smile on his face. El had this strange habit of not having relationships ever. Magne himself was not picky about who he toyed with as long as they were stunning. He would rather refer to himself as a lover of beauty than a person who just got around, but really it was becoming more the latter.

He was better as he had gotten older, and now he did have nights he spent alone, and rarely made connections with people any more. He had flings, and then would never see them again. Cutting them off had gotten easier as he had begun to see others less and less as people and more and more as pawns.

El had a strange way of worming into Magnes good graces though and the assassin even had a soft spot for the man. "You need to get laid my friend," He said mockingly, knowing that El would never listen to what he said. Magne was fairly certain that El disapproved of the blondes ways of handling people anyhow.

"Speaking of the life..." He said, in a vague way that implied a question on how El was doing.