Mystic labs

Alaric chuckled, shaking his head with a playful smirk.

Oh, darling, if only I’d known you were so adept at scheming, I might have beat you to it. Imagine the scandal! He raised his glass in a mock toast to the idea, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the tavern girl blushed and scampered away, he took a long sip, savoring the moment. A charming melody, indeed. I do appreciate a tune that knows its place—keeps the peace without lulling us to sleep. Solid nine out of ten, I concur.

He leaned back, feigning offense. Not inviting me to parties? What a travesty! Clearly, serendipity is our last resort. He clinked his glass against his friend's, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

But you see, I must maintain my air of mystery. If I always came running at your call, where would the fun be? No, no, my friend, I am an enigma wrapped in a riddle, only easily deciphered in the most... specific contexts. He winked, the innuendo hanging in the air as he took another sip, his laughter infectious and light-hearted.

@Paolo Fibonacci