Lezvie wasn't altogether fond of humanity.
It was a strange sentiment, coming from someone mostly human, but he'd seen enough of humans and xenos to know he preferred the latter. He'd met some very nice specific humans, but as a whole, humanity offended him. Despite this, he did enjoy coming to nightclubs, despite the fact that they tended to have a high density of humans. Radius had been on his radar for a while, but he'd never managed to make it down until now.
He scanned the club with eyes a bit too green to be natural, finally deciding to head over to the bar where a rather good-looking redhead was drinking alone. The girl dancing in the tube was eye-catching and all, but he preferred the potential for touch. With a smooth motion, he slid onto the barstool beside the woman, ordering a scotch, neat, from the bots behind the counter. He didn't trust machines to make mixed drinks, but they could pour two fingers of the amber liquid into a glass.
Drink in hand, but before his first sip, he looked over at the woman next to him. "<font color="#0bff00]In a place like this, a woman as lovely as yourself should not be drinking alone. I believe that's actually a little-known regulation, in fact, and any man who fails to attend to you can be fined.[/font]" He nodded seriously as he took a sip of his scotch. "<font color="#0bff00]My name is Lezvie, and I would very much enjoy buying you a drink or three.[/font]" His silvery hair fell across his face as he smiled at her, green eyes looking into her yellow ones.
It was a strange sentiment, coming from someone mostly human, but he'd seen enough of humans and xenos to know he preferred the latter. He'd met some very nice specific humans, but as a whole, humanity offended him. Despite this, he did enjoy coming to nightclubs, despite the fact that they tended to have a high density of humans. Radius had been on his radar for a while, but he'd never managed to make it down until now.
He scanned the club with eyes a bit too green to be natural, finally deciding to head over to the bar where a rather good-looking redhead was drinking alone. The girl dancing in the tube was eye-catching and all, but he preferred the potential for touch. With a smooth motion, he slid onto the barstool beside the woman, ordering a scotch, neat, from the bots behind the counter. He didn't trust machines to make mixed drinks, but they could pour two fingers of the amber liquid into a glass.
Drink in hand, but before his first sip, he looked over at the woman next to him. "<font color="#0bff00]In a place like this, a woman as lovely as yourself should not be drinking alone. I believe that's actually a little-known regulation, in fact, and any man who fails to attend to you can be fined.[/font]" He nodded seriously as he took a sip of his scotch. "<font color="#0bff00]My name is Lezvie, and I would very much enjoy buying you a drink or three.[/font]" His silvery hair fell across his face as he smiled at her, green eyes looking into her yellow ones.