Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.
Ro’liath tented his fingers over his nose, eyeing Tevruden precariously, “I just might, I mean you did buy me dinner.” He arches a brow, “We’ll see where the night takes us, I just might give you two good slugs.” He pulls his hands away, revealing a shit-eating grin.
The knight plucks up his fork and stabs at his steak once more, hoisting it to his mouth and tearing off a bite. He chews a moment, sighing through his nose before swallowing.
By that time the waiter was returning with their drinks, “H-here you are sirs…” He mutters nervously and sets down Ro’liath’s cola and Tevruden’s alcohol respectively, before turning to the larger of the knights, “Uhm s-sir… We didn’t know how strong you wanted your drink so we just gave you our s-strongest. I hope it pleases you… we can bring you the bottle upon request.”
“Wow, I knew we’re scary but Tev you make the poor guy’s willy shrink.” Ro’liath snickers, eyeing the waiter, amused.
“Now now Ro’laith, I doubt the restaurant owners are going to want to add property damage to the list of things they’re going to have to deal with once we’re done here. At least wait until we’re outside." Picking up the rest of the roast he took, Tevruden manages to finish it off in a few bites, then starts on finishing up the steak.
"That is what I asked for, is it not? Bring the bottle, and one of those roasts he ordered.” Tevruden manages to drain half the glass in a single sip “The annoying thing about being dead, is that I can probably drink all of this, and barely feel buzzed.”
“It’s almost too easy. I do not even have to threaten him.”
Ro’liath raises his hand obviously, fanning at his face, “Oh Tevruden! Dinner, and a threat of breaking the furniture? You sure do know how to woo a man.” He grins and makes a show of shuddering before looking back at the waiter.
He scurried away at Tev’s request, returning shortly after with the bottle, “If you need any more, p-please don’t hesitate to ask.” And with that he vanished back to the kitchen.
Ro’liath turned his gaze to Tevruden, smirking lopsidedly, “Light, I don’t know how you do it. Just the smell of that stuff makes me want to puke. I’ve never seen the point in drinking.”
“Hey hey, do not forget you have a boyfriend." Tevruden chides. "The middle of a restaurant is a poor place for a fight anyway. ” He waves his fork around in the air “ There is nowhere near enough space to swing an axe."
When the waiter returns, Tevruden takes the bottle from him and uses it to refill his glass, and with a flourish, the elf pulls another piece of meat onto his now-empty plate.
”Alcohol is a natural preservative.“ the death knight nodes sagely, "Too bad the only way it normally has any effect is in quantities that would kill a mortal. Perhaps that is the point.” He shrugs. “Honestly it’s no worse smelling than some of the stuff in Naxxramas.”