[ if only you knew, gray, if only you knew. or if only this club didn't make it difficult to smell the lingering vampire on tris. maybe he's done laundry that day. roll a dice. in any case, tris smiles wanly at the idea - a drink, a new wardrobe, maybe a nicer bed. he'd like all of that considering he's been sleeping on the equivalent of a rock for the past few months. ]

Thanks, [ he says to the bartender, picking it up. it's luminescent here in autonomy's light, and he wastes no time taking a large mouthful, more than is proper under regular circumstances.

but nothing here is regular, and tris wants the buzz. there's nothing to give him a magical high, so he'll have to do it the old-fashioned way. ] Then what do you want to talk about out here in the open. [ a beat ] Or do you want to take me somewhere a little more private. I hear they've got some "private" areas. You know.

[ for fucking. but dual purpose. ]