He watched the odd woman spring back to life the exact moment the drinks arrived, revealing she wasn't actually as relaxed as she had made it look. Still very much aware, her intense eyes had returned to his singular eye, the only one he currently had, and he returned with an intense stare of his own, unblinking as it had remained since their arrival. His eye glanced down to the hand that held the whiskey glass, inspecting it to see the state of hand, perhaps looking to see if it was anything like his, before his eye returned to hers. His scarred hand reached out to grip the glass as she brought it directly to him.
He held it silently, swirling the whiskey in the glass idly as he waited to see what she wanted to do as her movements thus far had been very deliberate. A toast, a competition, trying to see his reaction to her, it was hard to tell. She was difficult to read with the sporadic behavior, yet still, he watched.
A simple smile appeared on the woman's face. This time, it was truly sincere, eradiating positivity. Ruby let go of her glass filled with alcohol. Previously glass-holding hand slipped off the table landing on her upper right thigh gently before reaching into her frontal pocket.
'Thud'.
Hydra placed an elongated rectangular dark platinum box beside her crystal glass. 'Click' She opened with box with a single swift movement, revealing eight long cigarettes. They, themselves looked more prestigious than the average common-grade stick of toxins. The finest tobacco leaves were used as an outer shell for the dark tobacco itself. A thin golden ring was fitted around each of the cigarettes for visual purposes, creating a separation between their faded burgundy filters and the dim matured tobacco leaf casing.
The case itself was of rectangular shape, possessing very little detail besides two lines which created a rose gold cross. The small latch that would hold the box closed was also of the same material. It was in a near immaculate state, the box's latch showing the most wear-and-tear.
A quick yet unexpectedly sorrowful gasp escaped Hemlocke's newly met companion. A rather well-recognised 'clunk' sound appeared as Ruby opened her lighter's lid which was modeled after old-school models known as 'Zippos'. Once another click was heard, a vivid blue concentrated jet of fire released from the top of her handy tool.
Inhale. Pause. Exhale. Hydra's eyes lit up with joy once more as she released a small grey transparent cloud of smoke away from the man's face. Once more, the glass full of alcohol was in her grip. Was. The Ex-Guildmistress emptied it in a single fell swoop before drawing on the cigarette one more time.
The man's facial expression remained just as neutral as it had always been, staring into her eyes silently, his gaze deepened as he observed her sudden shift to pure positivity. Noting the smile that ran across her stunning face. She had a background in one of the more violent places in the sector. Yet she didn't seemingly have many imperfections to her face. Rather odd. As she took the whiskey down all at once without so much as a shift of facial expression he gave a low amused chuckle. Lifting his glass to do the same without so much as a twitch of his eye or lip. Placing the glass back down as he registered how smooth it was he watched her blow out the smoke away from him. Consideration, positivity and consideration, a beaming gaze and warm, genuine smile. He couldn't place her, swapping between façade and mask, running from a past life, to a genuine happy go lucky personality archetype.
His body shifted, curving his back forward seemingly to stretch before it straightened again, bringing his left ankle up onto his right knee as his right hand slid further forward on his thigh. His left arm returning to its crossed position on the edge of the table as he waited to see if that was what she waiting for or something else. The premium she was currently stoking between her lips was odd to him, the rest of her body language and personality wouldn't have eluded to that kind of taste, yet she was an ex guild mistress, with that in mind, despite the glaringly outlandish personality for the position, it made sense.
