The bottle of Golden Nectar was half-empty, its rich, amber contents glowing like captured sunlight in the low light of the lounge. A comfortable, warm haze had settled over their booth, the initial electric buzz of the Frostfire mellowing into a deep, pleasant hum. Adam was calmly enjoying his drink, already on his fourth glass.
The usually composed Lux was different tonight. The music seemed to flow directly into his veins, his body a conduit for the relentless beat. He'd been narrating the social landscape for nearly an hour, but now, his attention turned inward, to the primal call of the dance floor below. His fingers drummed an increasingly complex rhythm on the table, his silver-tipped boots tapping out a syncopated counterpoint on the polished floor.
His silver eyes, bright and mischievous, landed on Nero. "Alright, Nero.Theory time is over. You've observed the ecosystem. Now it's time for some field research."
