I think I've got everything for that? Rye whiskey, bitters, sugar cube, absinthe... [ Dorian turns to look through a cabinet that's very obviously his liquor cabinet—there's the sound of moving bottles as he continues to look. ]
Ha, here we go! Do you know some people make this with simple syrup? Disgusting, I know.
Youth, [ Dorian scowls. His face turns into a grin as he sets three bottles on the table before rifling through Elias's bad to pick out the last one. ]
I am more than happy to 'kids these days' when the kids are being stupid and tasteless.
Do you say as much to all the interesting older men you meet?
[ he suspects dorian would say just about anything to someone he was attracted to. elias can understand that and doesn't begrudge him it ]
A shame you'll never have the chance to know for yourself the pleasure of having youths throw themselves at you simply because you have the distinction of age to your credit.
[ rather than just answering, elias takes a drink. why just give someone what they'd asked for when you could make them wait for it a little ]
Jonah Magnus was born on All Soul's Day in the year of our lord seventeen hundred and eighty nine. A celebrated birth, the long expected eldest son of Lord and Lady Magnus.
[ he takes another sip, smiling almost to himself ]
But that was long ago and far away. Now, I am just shy of two-hundred and thirty years old.
Fuck, [ Dorian sighs. ] Dorian Gray was born November 8, 1862—oooh, we're both Scorpios. Anyway, I came from twenty-twenty so that's....
[ pause to do maths! ]
One hundred and fifty eight? I'm assuming your birth name is Jonah Magnus, by the way. I know the pain of having to use aliases depending on the circumstances and due to the whole 'not dead' thing.
[ That...is not entirely the right assumption, but at least it's a reasonable assumption. ]
[ elias smiles into his drink, definitely not about to answer that one truthfully ]
So you see? I have a whole extra half century's worth of young men in my wake. But I shan't provide you a list. None of them made cocktails half as well as you.
One gets that way when they have a novel written by one of the world's most talented writers written about them, [ he grins. ] If you had a novel written about you, I'm sure your ego would be horrifically off the charts.
I suspect you would be horrified by just how mundane a lot of my life has been. Bringing about the end of the world takes a lot of planning, and a lot of very uninteresting work to get people to do what you want.
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[ Dorian laughs, shaking his head slightly as he gives Elias a little grin. He finishes off his drink, setting it down before deciding. ]
I think I want another. Shall I top you off?
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[ he swirls the drink in his hand, considering for a moment before finishing it off ]
What about a Sazerac this time?
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Ha, here we go! Do you know some people make this with simple syrup? Disgusting, I know.
[ fun fact! Dorian is a snob! ]
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and elias smiles at the snobbery and tuts with faux-disapproval. ]
The state of modern society. What's one to do about it?
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I am more than happy to 'kids these days' when the kids are being stupid and tasteless.
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[ it's mostly a joke ]
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[ He gives Elias a wide, flirty smile before he starts the drink mixing process. ]
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Do you say as much to all the interesting older men you meet?
[ he suspects dorian would say just about anything to someone he was attracted to. elias can understand that and doesn't begrudge him it ]
A shame you'll never have the chance to know for yourself the pleasure of having youths throw themselves at you simply because you have the distinction of age to your credit.
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I could give you a list if you want.
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I think I'll stick to the cocktails for now.
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[ Dorian winks as he pushes the now-finished cocktail in Elias's direction. ]
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Jealous? Dorian, I don't think you're aware of exactly how long I've lived.
[ or what tends to happen to the men who become involved with him. ]
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Jonah Magnus was born on All Soul's Day in the year of our lord seventeen hundred and eighty nine. A celebrated birth, the long expected eldest son of Lord and Lady Magnus.
[ he takes another sip, smiling almost to himself ]
But that was long ago and far away. Now, I am just shy of two-hundred and thirty years old.
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[ pause to do maths! ]
One hundred and fifty eight? I'm assuming your birth name is Jonah Magnus, by the way. I know the pain of having to use aliases depending on the circumstances and due to the whole 'not dead' thing.
[ That...is not entirely the right assumption, but at least it's a reasonable assumption. ]
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So you see? I have a whole extra half century's worth of young men in my wake. But I shan't provide you a list. None of them made cocktails half as well as you.
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Careful. You'll give me a bigger head than I already have.
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(wonderful, thinks elias, to see how delighted the compliments made him) ]
I don't think that's possible. You're quite possibly the biggest narcissist who's ever lived.
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I suspect you would be horrified by just how mundane a lot of my life has been. Bringing about the end of the world takes a lot of planning, and a lot of very uninteresting work to get people to do what you want.
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[ a pause before he points out, ] The 2010s were different but as far as I'm concerned, that decade's an outlier.
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[ the thought of Dorian doing anything so pedestrian is absolutely amusing, and he makes no attempt to hide it ]
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