He held up two fingers. Then he glanced at the outstretched hand — particularly with a few drinks in him, he couldn't bring himself to overcome that well-trained restraint from touching other people he wasn't trying to hurt.

Reflection? He looked at the face belonging to the hand.

You're too pretty for this world. Eion retreated before he made any bigger mistakes, retracing his steps around a collection of people who seemed entirely unfazed by the world turning underneath them, though he tripped over one and nearly ate concrete on his way.

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fin?