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Failed day. Lyrus was beginning to get irritated. He had waited around the center for at least three hours, and no one had shown up! Nevermind the fact that it had really only been a third of the time, simply seemed longer, nor that he had spent most of it wandering around and could have easily missed people. He wanted to complete his quest, dammit. He was beginning to get desperate. If he didn't find someone to drink soon, he would just give in and go pay at the bar. He was sure he could find plenty of volunteers there.

Just to cheer himself up, he had stolen a bottle of fine wine from Aylee's mansion, an expensive brand that he hadn't had the pleasure of purchasing for himself just yet. Aylee didn't need it, he figured, and so he could bring it home...along with one of her nicest wine glasses. He could duplicate it easily for a full set, but it was nice to have something pretty to go by.

He happened upon the park more by chance than anything, taking the familiar walk back home and glancing up as he passed the area. And then he paused in step, quirking a brow and eyeing the boy on the swings curiously. ...So familiar. Lyrus was positive he was a Sin, even if he couldn't recall exactly who the boy was. Still, that was good enough, and without further ado he wandered over to take the swing beside Flitch's. "Evening." A pause. Where did he know this kid from? Name right on the tip of his tongue... Starts with an...F? "You're Anisia's friend, right?"

Ha ha, kid was nervous. Well he should be! Lyrus could very easily be coming to beat the s**t out of him and steal his lunch money. But, in fact, he was not. And maybe, -maybe- if Flitch was really lucky, Lyrus would give him some of his stolen wine. For now, however, the task was simply to put the other Sin at ease. Carefully placing the paper bag protecting the wine on the ground and out of the way, he began lazily swinging back and forth--not far, more for the purpose of doing something other than just sitting. "I think she introduced me to you once. Name's Lyrus. Haven't seen her lately, have you?"

And there it was. Step one, complete. However, though Flitch had relaxed, when no name was offered, Lyrus quirked a brow, eyying the boy almost accusingly. "Yes, I thought we'd met. But as you've forgotten my name, I'm sure you'll understand me forgetting yours. You are?" Not that it particularly mattered to the lamb Sin, but first name would be better for keeping whatsisface calm. "Mm. You too, eh? Damn, seems Jan's the only one who's seen her.."

"Flitch. Pleasure," he assured the boy without looking over, more interested at this point in swinging. Children, children... He didn't want to come across as suspicious by shoving the bottle at the boy's face. This could take a while.

...Or not. "Hmm?" Lyrus glanced down towards the bottle sticking out of the paper bag, flashing a grin. Immediately stilling his swing, he retrieved the bottle and glass from the ground and, with a bit of effort, manage to tug the cork out. Apparently this bottle had been opened before. No matter, there was still plenty left. "This?" He carefully poured a glass, allowing himself a sip or three before passing it over to Flitch for inspection. "Brilliant stuff. One of those fancy expensive wines. I won't bother you with the brand."

Lyrus' laugh was one of honest amusement as he accepted the glass back, quieting as he helped himself to another sip. "Nasty as hell for your first taste, isn't it? It takes some getting used to, but you learn to love it," he assured the boy, lazily enjoying the glass of wine. No rush, no rush. After a pause, he quirked a brow over at Flitch, holding the glass up once more. "Give it another try? Take your time."

"There, see? Not so bad," he purred, eyeing the half full glass. There was still plenty left, especially if Flitch was going to hold on to it. But the best way to keep the boy drinking was to drink himself, and Lyrus only had one glass... Nodding to himself, Lyrus drew a thick glass disk about the size of his palm from one pocket, holding it in one hand for a moment before simply molding it as if it were putty, gradually creating from the mass a small, crystal clear cup, though he didn't bother with a stem or base. This was all he needed. As if the act was an every day occurrence, he calmly reached for the wine bottle and filled his own glass, sipping absently at it as he replaced the bottle on the ground.

Way, way too simple, Lyrus thought, watching Flitch drink out of the corner of his eye. Now all there was to do was relax, drink, and wait for the kid to get woozy. Before Lyrus knew it, his glass was empty, and a glass sideways confirmed that Flitch's larger one nearly was as well. Pleased, he again retrieved the bottle, refilling his own glass before gesturing towards the one Flitch held. "Seconds?"