Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣
It took Ronnie a bit to understand the other boy, as he had a strong accent. It was unlike anything the Bliss boy had ever heard, it was the Jersey accent twisted and fused with something else, something that he wasn't familiar with. The bartender had to pay especially close attention on Ares' lips as he spoke to comprehend what the lookalike was saying. A smile played about his own set of lips, as he redirected his attention to the Greek's eyes. The Portuguese mix found this situation amusing, even if it was hard to understand this male. As Ares finished his statements, Ronnie thought about it for a moment. To an outsider, or perhaps to anyone but Ronin, Diana would seem rather irritable towards the boy. But, in the Bliss boy's mind, it was something familiar, something that he was used to and liked. He liked teasing and riling up others, and his manager was no exception.
The twenty-one year old shrugged nonchalantly, replying, "I know, but I made an effort." He beamed brightly before going on, "Anyways, Diana's just stressed out. Seems like she knows more about Sam's boyfriend than I do, Ian did you say? Plus, she's trying to act like she doesn't care about the end of our engagement." He laughed slightly at that, as the 'engagement' he was referring to was merely a joke, never meant to be taken seriously. Ronnie found the proposal of a wedding to not matter much, and if he ever actually did decide to pop the question to someone, he'd do it in a perfectly serious manner without a childish grin pasted on his face. As more and more people were approaching the bar, the Bliss child figured it was time to be his occupation, and serve drinks. He smiled apologetically at Ares, as he actually would've liked to converse with him more, but the idea of talking to anyone for a long time without being interrupted by a demand for alcohol seemed impossible at the moment. The boy went down the line of clubbers, sometimes merely pulling out a Miller beer or making more time requiring drinks, such as a sidecar, daiquiri, or the ever famous martini.
Ronin worked the customers the best he could, making a few lines of chit chat here and there, and as always, wearing a pleasant smile. He received a few tips here and there, and as it was an open bar, no one paid for the actual alcohol. Instead, they paid for Ronnie's attitude, or the taste of the drink. It wasn't a big matter for the twenty-one year old, however, as he wasn't one for money. As he had already worked a shift and had a street performance that same day, the boy felt he had already earned a lot of money for that evening. In fact, Ron was so unmotivated by currency, he preferred to play his instrument in a park. Even so, the dark haired boy smiled gratefully as a blond male slipped him a five and two singles. Moving his gaze slightly to the left, his dark green eyes were then focused on a dark haired woman, blue eyes to match her aquamarine dress. She, if nothing else, was exquisite. It was something that Ronin couldn't deny, nor did he want to. He liked to notice when someone was out of the ordinary looking, but preferably only for best. Taking a rag and wiping up a small puddle of vodka he had spilled earlier on his work counter, the male leaned forward and questioned the girl, trying the best to project his voice over the music that had just started blaring, "What can I get you, dear?"
