[ he's just steeling himself for a second round of inane conversation when he's interrupted by kaveh taking his glass from his hand for some reason or another, giving the world's flimsiest excuse to pull him away from the confused crowd of scholars towards some wine that definitely didn't exist. except the blonde doesn't take them over to where the refreshments were, the two of them instead ending up in one of the quiet hallways adjoining the main function room. blessed quiet, punctuated by the cool night breeze blowing gently in from the large windows next to them - an oasis in a sea of idiocy.

alhaitham is undoubtedly thankful for the reprieve, considering he's unsure what his response would be if nasser put a second - third - foot wrong in his presence, but he simply looks back at kaveh, a bemused expression on his face.

then, he takes his glass back, thank you very much, and downs it in a single motion. ]

Why wouldn't I be? Scintillating conversation. Fantastic company.

[ he replies dryly, as if he hadn't been about to put one of the akademiya's finest through a window, and it's then that the scribe wishes he had another drink. he didn't put alcohol back with anywhere near the ferocity that kaveh could, but at the very least, the buzz would filter out the moronic drone of the party and the majority of the attendees in it. ]

I especially liked the part where that man was all but undressing you in front of his superiors - his words were as lax as his hands.

[ the scribe's tone is intended to sound blasé, but the irritation creeps through, the wine doing something to soften his guard. it's clear he's pissed off at the culprit and not kaveh, though, as his eyes dart back towards the light of the party with a somewhat dangerous intent. mm. ]