Making it last.

The last few months for Steven hadn't been the greatest in the world. He wasn't sure when it all started to go downhill but this island was certainly crazy in comparison to mainland. One of the thing that made the madness bareable though was when his birthday finally went pass. Finally meaning he could drink and smoke without having to worry about that werewolf of a cop who had got on his case before he was old enough. It wasn't the perfect means of an escape though and he had enough control over himself that going for a drink was more a mean to relax, rather then some deep seated addiction. However Steven knew that it wasn't the cheapest of vices.

Entering the place he had chosen to have a few in for the night, Steven headed straight for the bartop and claimed a stool. Waiting patiantly until a barman came to serve him rather then try and push hard to get served faster like most did. Ordering a vodka and redbull, Steven flashed the barman his ID when he was asked and as he slipped the card back away into his wallet, he sighed as he pulled out the last note to pay. That would get him a couple at least, he really need to be more conservitive with the amount he spent. Not just on drink or smokes but things like books as well. Handing the note over and waiting for his change.

Sipping his drink in one hand, his other quickly counted his change on the bar to make sure he knew just home much he had left and the best combination of drink he could order to make it last that little bit longer. Then his swiped it up and dropped the coins into a pocket. Standing from the barstool, Steven looked up at the clock above the bar. "Hmmm." If he waited for happy hour it could go that little bit further. Moving away from the bar to avoid the temptation of drinking to quickly. Steven found a table in the corner and took a seat alone.

Unsure if the place allowed smoking or not, Steven figured that the corner table put him far enough out of the way not to be noticed. Pulling one out and lighting it with a flame from a finger and leaning back into his chair. Nursing the drink slowly, just trying to enjoy a night in his vices.

Exhaling slowly Steven watched the wisps of smoke lingering in the air in front of him. Leaning back in his seat to get more comfortable, Steven kicked his feet up and used another of the chair by the table to find the best position. He made a conscious effort though to avoid putting his feet on the second chair, instead resting his ankles on it. While he was certainty one to try and find the best way to relax, he wasn't going to make the next person to sit on it get a dirty behind. Though Steven knew in truth that chairs in a bar likely had seen worse in their lives then the bottom of his shoes.

Steven was about to take his legs down, when someone came over to where he was enjoying his drink expecting to be asked to do so. However that didn't seem to be the reason as they put down a drink on his table and told him it was from one of the guys at the bar. Looking up, Steven didn't see immediately who the barman had been talking about. It wasn't as if the bar was empty, but quickly enough Steven spotted Deith. Noticing the bottle of whiskey and pair of glasses, even though the an was alone made him sure that the man must have been who the barman was talking about.

Taking his original drink, Steven downed it with a slightly dramatic swing and placed it gently. Taking the new glass, Steven held it up near his forehead looking in Deith's direction and used the full glass to give a thankful little saute with a smile. Steven would have got up to give the man a better thanks, but he had only just gotten comfortable. So instead, Steven moved one of his legs from the char he was using to put his legs up, and pushed out a third from under the table. A not so subtle invitation for the other man to come over to take a seat.

It wasn't exactly surprising when the other man picked up on his obvious offer to join him and started to head over. Steven didn't expect that many people would buy a drink randomly for another, and then just leave it at that without at least talking to them. Steven chuckled at the man's words as he took a seat at the table with him. "I wouldn't really call it precious." Steven answered. "I don't mind the company, if I did I would drink at home. It is cheaper after all." Steven explained, though he couldn't deny the fact to himself that it could be cheaper if someone else was paying. Not exactly something Steven was used to, or expected when he decided to go out.

"I'm Steven. Thank for the drink by the way." Steven introduced himself in return to Deith, sipping from the vodka and lemon. "Just aiming to have a drink and unwind. As much as I normally would do so with a book instead, the occasional night out for less mental pursuits, sometimes hits the spot." Steven continued before taking a last drag of the fading cigarette in his other hand and putting it out in the empty glass of his first drink.

"How about yourself? Most people don't order whiskey by the bottle. Seems like you are in a drinking mood for sure." Steven asked before gesturing lazily to the bottle on the table. Taking another sip of his drink, Steven smiled as he brought is gesturing hand back to himself. Patting down his pocket Steven pulled out a box of smokes and placed them on the table. "But if your sharing I might as well myself." Steven said, leaving the box where t was. Obviously not intending to start another cigarette after having just finished one, but not knowing if the other man smoked to directly offer one.

The comments about his name for the most part went unnoticed by Steven. While the compliment was liked, he felt his first name was somewhat common and undeserving of the praise. It was the sort of thing for him to dwell on though, as Deith explained his plans for the night before pouring himself and extra drink and pushing the bottle in his direction with a question. Chuckingly a little nervously at the question, Steven knocked back his own drink quickly before pouring himself a new one from the bottle of whiskey.

"Well it an addiction, I won't deny that." Steven awnsered as he pulled out a cigerette from the box in order to smoke. Once more lighting it with a flame from his finger. "Family issues forced me on the streets for a few months a year or so back. Picked up quite a few bad habit during that time." Steven explained but didn't sound as if he regretted the time he was talking about. Sounding slightly fond of what must have been tough times. "I just don't see the point in worrying about 40 years from now, when you don't even know what will happen tommorow." He added and sipped his new drink as if a portrayal of that point.

Steven raised an eyebrow out of morbid curiousity as Dieth said he had addiction as well but didn't want to creep him out. Should he ask, Steven wondered to himself. If he didn't no doubt Steven's own imagination would start supplying possible answers. Downing his second drink, Steven lend back in his seat more. "Go on, can't be worse then some that appear in fiction." Steven said almost in challenge.

It might have been something he regretted in the long run, but as he poured himself another drink, Steven knew that at the rate he was drinking there was a possiblity he would have at least one or two things to regrett by the end of the night. "Plus you already know mine after all." Steven added pointing out that Dieth would be learning more about him, then vice versa if he kwpt them to himself.