[ Asra.... smiles. Looks down at the small brush of fingers along the back of his knuckles and smiles, an expression more in his pale eyes than the subtle curve of his mouth. His voice, when he speaks, is just as subtle as that expression, little more than a whisper. ]

Now who's getting spoiled...?

[ His smile twitches wider, and he turns to Julian, poised to say more, lips parting after a furtive brush of his tongue wet them-- but then the bartender is pushing forward two tall highball glasses to each of them, and then delicately setting miniature fold-out umbrellas atop each, nestled along the neon-colored plastic straws already pressed in and held in place with modest amounts of crushed ice. The drink itself looks like a magician's potion, cerulean-blue along the bottom fading up into sunset-pinks and oranges at the top. 'Two usuals' the bartender said with a laugh, as if he enjoyed the absurdity of it as much as Asra. They traded winks and a gesture so fast that it was quick to miss, or mistake for something else; two fingers touching the bottom end of the lines on their throats.

Asra wasted no time pulling his forward, and laughed, picking up the paper umbrella, ]

Look, mine has lotus flowers on it! What sort of flower does yours have?

[ He popped it back into the drink and sucked a shallow sip through the pink straw. ]

Alright, a game! I'll explain the rules, and then we'll place bets-- if you're still in?