Alec's gaze flicks back to Ariane, alive with a shimmer of intent. She doesn't look like she's humoring him, which might just mean she's good at it. He doesn't really care that much either way.

She has an interesting face. He starts thinking about how he'd shade the bruised undersides of her eyes. There's nothing to capture a reference with, so he guesses he'll just have to remember what they look like.

"Obviously," he says, nodding, "Extra gross."

He slides off his stool with a little rock when he hits the ground, abandoning his prize drink thoughtlessly behind him. He gives Ariane a two fingered wave and slips off towards the back of the bar, thinking about the colour red.