[ It doesn't take long to finish the mix, even making a nuisance of himself between ingredients. He walks the return journey, unhurried and un-self-conscious under an attention he can see as easily as feel, one new bright green monstrosity in a martini glass soon set down delicately in front of Loki.
Stephen then slides, with impressive grace for a man (very) steadily making his way through a glass of something fit for gods, into the booth bench across the table from Loki. Liquid sloshes precariously with the imprecision of the spellwork as he summons his own drink across to him with a gesture of his hand. ]
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Stephen then slides, with impressive grace for a man (very) steadily making his way through a glass of something fit for gods, into the booth bench across the table from Loki. Liquid sloshes precariously with the imprecision of the spellwork as he summons his own drink across to him with a gesture of his hand. ]
Since you asked so nicely.