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Lief's attention shifted, and he lifted his eyebrows. He quickly began studying the man whom had just entered, looking him up and down. His judgements made, Lief straightened his posture and remained silent, a stern look creasing his expression. He made sure the scar resting above his left eye was visible, hoping to appear stubborn or rough. His hand slid to his sword once again, though he allowed himself to smile for a moment.

*hans noticed lief looked at him and got up after finishing the one bottle and handed the other to him* you can relax nein? You’re not the only non human here Mein friend.. *he showed him his fangs* but please drink and be merry! *he threw his arm around him and grabbed a bottle of beer and began to chug that too *

"Relax? You do realize any of us could be harmed at any given moment, do you not?" His voice was thick, dipped in a rich accent. He removed his hand from his hilt, swaying Han's arm. He had taken note of the fangs, though he held the bottle with a tight grasp. He took a step back, rising to his full height of 6'3. Lief raised an eyebrow, wondering if the man was drunken or simply dimwitted.

Hey listen *hiccup* friend.. *he stumbled a bit* I swear to drunk I am not god... and besides *he patted his holster* I am always armed.. *he straightened himself out* also be careful with that jäger that stuff really gets ya drunk fast... *he paused* not that I’m *hiccup* drunk though.....

He inhaled sharply. His question was answered. The stranger was clearly drunk- Well.. Who wasn't? "Oi. You better sit down." Lief gestured to the bench beside the table, watching the man stumble over his own shoes. "You're not drunk, eh? Pff. I highly doubt that. Who approaches a man with weapons, then follows by wrapping their arm around them as if they were their wife?" Lief shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Shameful of what this town is becomin'."

Blend nearly choking on his drink as he watched this lad in the corner who had white hair and horns. he was keeping his distance from all the vampires within the rather small room to make sure no fight broke out between him and them. he had just finished his drink but because alcohol didn't affect him he was still perfectly sober this annoyed him.

Well I was only being friendly! *he sits down* in Germany we did that all the time and we would sing drinking songs together.... *his voice trailed off towards the end of his sentence as he realized how long ago that was and the fact that all his friends were now dead and he stared off into space*

Lief stiffened, the feeling of wondering eyes drifting down his nape. He awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair in attempt to cover the horns. He hated standing out, though, at times, it was an oddly useful skill. His attention now drawn on the stranger once again, he blinked. "Oi? You alright?" Though Lief had no actual concern for him, he figured it was polite to ask.

The commotion caught Aiden's attention, he looked over at the two men. He walked closer to the two of them, his high heeled boots clicking against the hard floor. The commotion had sparked his curiosity, and the prince sat down in an empty seat across from the two of them.

"Pardon me, gentlemen, I hope it is alright if I sit here?"

He looked up, squinting. "I suppose?" He had risen an eyebrow, returning to the usual habit of judging people on their appearance. Lief leaned against the wall once again, his hand slipping over his hilt.

Oh no your fine friend! *hans turned to lief* I’m ok it’s just some... memories per say... *he turned back to the prince* tell me friend have you ever had jäger?

“I have not.” Aiden responded, adjusting the clasp of his cape.

"Don't get as drunken as this idiot." He'd mumble beneath his breath, raising his glass to his lips.

Ahh you should try it! *he grabs a bottle of it and hands it to the prince* it’s a fine German liquor but beware it’s a bit strong so if you don’t have a high tolerance for alcohol I suggest you don’t drink a lot *he leans back against the table* ahh the fraulein here are wünderbar....

*He turned to lief* why are you calling me an idioten??? We are all here in good spirit nein? Besides I recover quickly so I am pretty damn sure I’m sober now...

He would chuckle. "No need to be rough about it. We're all here in good spirits, aren't we?" He would jokingly mock him with a sly smirk.

“I can hold my liquor, don’t fret.“ He spoke with certainty. Though he was a fairly skinny man, he wasn’t a lightweight when it came to drinking. Aiden took the bottle and inspected the label, before pouring himself a glass.

Ha see that’s the spirit! *his sarcasm flew right over him as he was busy inspecting his pistol as he attempted to clean some dirt off of it* let me know if you’d like more friend.. *he said as he quickly looked up form cleaning his luger*

Lief finished off the rest of his bottle, furrowing his brows as he settled it beside his feet. Folding his arms, he went back to his silent, stern expression. Only a weak simper creasing his thin lips.

he looked at the white-haired person " yes I'm fine, just something made me laugh" he said chuckling "god, I wish this alcohol would do something for me" muttering in a low voice.