[He'd left his leathers back in his dismal little dresser in his room and was instead wearing loose light green pants and a loose-fitting shirt, open to the middle of his chest, and a few bits of jewelry that seemed at least vaguely Indian in design, except for all the snake motifs.
Dorian loves a good party, and this is no exception. In fact, the sand, the warm weather, why, it was a damn sight better than most of the "parties" he'd had the pleasure of attending recently, and this one had better music.
Well, it had music at all, and plenty of wine and other things to occupy a tongue for an evening. He'd be lying if he said Tris' hand stretched toward him didn't take him by surprise, but he smiled his usual charming smile and took the man's hand regardless.]
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Dorian loves a good party, and this is no exception. In fact, the sand, the warm weather, why, it was a damn sight better than most of the "parties" he'd had the pleasure of attending recently, and this one had better music.
Well, it had music at all, and plenty of wine and other things to occupy a tongue for an evening. He'd be lying if he said Tris' hand stretched toward him didn't take him by surprise, but he smiled his usual charming smile and took the man's hand regardless.]
Oh, if you insist...