[ It was indeed nice, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand. It was too nice. Maybe he should have seen it coming, but he's not used to Ian being fucking magic.
He spots the chest glow first, quickly realizing the folly of his taunting a man with powers, lame as they may be. That there may in fact be more to it than what he perceived, and that Ian was going to show him. ]
Shit—!
[ Alas, his realization comes too late. He can feel the wall somehow give behind him and before he can right his balance — down he goes, right on his ass, shitty moonshine now spilled all over his 'kick me' shirt. ]
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He spots the chest glow first, quickly realizing the folly of his taunting a man with powers, lame as they may be. That there may in fact be more to it than what he perceived, and that Ian was going to show him. ]
Shit—!
[ Alas, his realization comes too late. He can feel the wall somehow give behind him and before he can right his balance — down he goes, right on his ass, shitty moonshine now spilled all over his 'kick me' shirt. ]